No one can make a dry branch bloom into flowers, let alone bud to bloom in such a short period of time.

This is not the way nature should be, everything has its own rules, rain rises, peach and plum blossoms, thunder occurs, stinging insects start to move.

No one can go against the heavens and do whatever they want, but the old man did. With a pair of hands, the dead branches were resurrected, and in front of Jiuwen's eyes was full of vitality and spring.

The old man put the flowering branch to his mouth, and then, the birds and beasts in the mountains chirped in unison, all the flowers seemed to wake up from their slumber, the leaves danced gently, and a music and dance in the deep mountains was incredibly vivid around Jiuwen.

He rubbed his eyes and shook his head, unable to tell if he was dead or alive.

Verdant, ethereal, ethereal, green bamboo, auspicious clouds.

If there is a beautiful scenery of Kunlun in the world, it is the scene in front of him.

In the days that followed, Jiuwen often recalled the scene of that day, and only felt that the events of that day were because he was too tired to dream of immortals.

Whether or not all this was real, whether it really happened, he himself could not believe it years later.

Of course, I never mentioned it to anyone.

But the art of Xuanfeng is really in him, growing up with him, and there is no doubt about it.

After the old man finished playing, the sun gradually rose, the whole mountain forest completely woke up, and Jiuwen gradually woke up, and the dream-like feeling gradually returned to reality.

He rubbed his eyes again, and he could see clearly, but he couldn't help but rub his eyes, shake his head, and open his eyes round.

Jiu Wen was careful and delicate, and after repeated confirmation, he couldn't help but be curious, and asked, "Senior, I just saw that this branch has withered, why can it grow flowers in the hands of the old-timer?"

The old man smiled and said, "You thought it was dead when you saw it withering, didn't you?"

Jiuwen nodded.

The old man added, "But it only looks dead, but in fact it condenses the hope and strength of life in a more important and hidden place." The withering of the outside is precisely for the sake of the inner to remain alive.

Their ability to survive is far more subtle than you might think. You were very injured yesterday, didn't you wake up today?"

Jiuwen looked at his body back and forth, then lifted his sleeves and trouser legs, and looked at his arms and ankles, he vaguely remembered that his ankle had been hit by a rock on the mountain and a big wound, bleeding nonstop, almost shattering his bones.

"It must have been the old man's clever hand to rejuvenate me, and I knew that I was seriously injured, and by the time I arrived in this cave, I was already confused, and I didn't know where I was. If I hadn't met the old-timers and had the help of the old-timers, I'm afraid I would have returned to Huangquan a long time ago. ”

"That's not a bad thing you say, but maybe you wouldn't have gone to the Yellow Springs land if you hadn't met me.

Human life is also far more tenacious than they think, and human beings are the most eager beings in the Four Realms to live, and their desire for life exceeds their desire for everything. You are multiplying and numerous, and that is why you are chosen to be the best ......"

Halfway through speaking, the old man seemed to remember something and suddenly stopped.

Seeing this, Jiuwen hurriedly saluted again, and the old-timers saw that he was respectful and sensible, and he was already reluctant to say any more, so he changed his mind and said slowly: "If you don't meet me, you may not die, not to mention that if you escape into the mountains and forests, these flowers and plants will give you the energy to live, and the important thing is how to grow with them." ”

Symbiosis?Nine questions were confused, and they couldn't figure out what the old man said. But the young Jiuwen had a sharp mind, and when he met this old man, he felt that this old man must not be an ordinary person, his injuries were so serious yesterday, even if an ordinary person has high medical skills, it is impossible for him to recover in just one night.

This old man is not so much a master outside the square, but an immortal hidden in the mountains, cultivating immortals and refining pills, and even becoming an immortal in the flesh.

Perhaps, this old man was originally a Heavenly Realm cultivator, and he happened to be cultivating in the mortal world today.

Of course, at that time, Jiu Wen was not so confident, and he didn't dare to really regard the old man as a Heavenly Realm cultivator.

How could a mortal have the luxury of meeting a cultivator in the Heavenly Realm.

How could cultivators easily show their faces in front of mortals?

He only knows that the opportunity is rare, and it will never come again. He must take advantage of this opportunity to ask the old gentleman for some useful spells, which can also prevent him from happening again yesterday.

If he is really a master, even if he teaches a little bit of spells, he writes them down by heart, and practices more in the days to come, this little skill can make him reborn, and he is no longer the child who did not have a nest before. He no longer has to fear the pursuit of the enemy, and he will not be unable to protect the person he wants to protect.

He would have been so seriously injured that he just hit a family's sedan chair on the street, just by glancing at the people in the sedan chair.

In order to buy a hot baked cake for his mother-in-law, he was in a hurry, ran faster, but his legs had no strength, and he accidentally rolled the baked cake to the ground, all the way to the front of the sedan chair.

Shaking for a moment, there was a sharp pain in the left side of his body.

There was a coquettish voice in my ears, "What's going on outside?"

The sedan chair opened a corner, the fragrance was bursting, and the woman in the sedan chair was also like a flower and jade, delicate and delicate.

And this impact, at first glance, brought him a killing disaster.

If he had a choice, he would rather be blind and have a broken leg at that time, or faint to the ground, what else could a blind man see?

But no, there are no ifs, and there is no choice.

He knows that he has a bad fate, he has no parents since he was a child, and he has been raised by Granny Li in the village, although he is poor, he is well-behaved and sensible since he was a child, and everyone in the village likes him.

The two originally depended on each other, and their lives were quite passable.

He reads well, has a good memory, and accompanies the children of rich families to read on weekdays, and can make a good living, and Granny Li really regards him as her grandson, and everything good inside and out follows him, leaving him to eat the best meat and helping him sew the best clothes.

My mother-in-law originally had asthma, was scared three times by a few rude sweats, and died within a month.

Jiuwen didn't have time to bury Granny Li, and was forced to leave the village by a group of people. But these people still refused to stop there, as soon as Jiuwen walked to the bottom of the mountain, he was surrounded by a group of people, it seemed that it was inconvenient for the village to kill people, and when he arrived outside the village, there was no one around, ready to kill him.

He only hates that he has always only been able to read, and occasionally learning a few kung fu from the street market is just a fist embroidery, not to mention the slightest skill. Not only could he not even protect his only relative, but he even lost his own life.