It was late at night, and the entire Jiluo Mountain was sleeping. Xi Mutong walked down the True Dragon Peak and walked towards the Floating Life Palace.

Zhuyue was lying on the sickbed, her eyes closed. He had to sleep for days to wake up for a short while, and it seemed difficult to even sit up.

Xi Mutong stood at the head of the bed, his hand lightly on his forehead, a cold cold passed into his heart, and he opened his eyes.

"Auntie!" When he saw that it was her, his eyes showed surprise, and he wanted to get up. Xi Mutong took a large pillow and helped him lean on the pillow.

She looked at him, and her heart was clung tightly with indescribable pain. "Zhuyue, what are you doing this for? Is it worth it? She asked.

Zhu Yue smiled indifferently, "Of course it's worth it." If that Yuwen thief obtains an incorruptible body and becomes the emperor of the world, the world of the world may suffer a catastrophe of destruction. ”

Xi Mutong stopped talking, held up his shoulders, and was about to inject true qi for him.

Zhuyue pushed her hand away and said, "Auntie, don't do this again, it's useless." You've taken me into retreat for a whole month, but it doesn't work. You're wasting your power on someone who is about to die. ”

Xi Mutong ignored it, and pointed at his acupoint, and the true qi began to flow into his body continuously. He slammed his fingers hard, desperately poking at his chest. Xi Mutong's true anger was not reached, but was bounced away by the reaction force.

"Auntie, my greatest comfort now is that you can talk to me in the middle of the night. This makes me think, with you as a master, how happy I am in this world......" Taketsuki said weakly.

Xi Mutong was really speechless, and could only let the endless heartache torture herself.

Zhuyue asked, "The fire bell, how is it being placed now?" ”

At the mention of Huo Ling'er, a dark look on Xi Mutong's face flashed, and he replied perfunctorily, "He was already dying, and he was caught by Elder Nanfeng's spell again, and was seriously injured by Yu Wenhua. I found the fire bell on him, collected his soul, and put it into the fairy mound. I hope that he can start his cultivation in the spirit bead again and incarnate into a human body again. ”

Zhu Yue was weak and didn't notice her abnormality, nodded, deeply gratified, and then sighed: "Wait for another hundred years." I can't see him born again......"

"Zhuyue, don't say that again!" Xi Mutong's hand was so frozen that it was about to burst.

Suddenly, she thought of something and asked, "That night, I used the Yaohai Jue to seal your mind, and you must have to sleep for ten to fifteen days before you wake up, but why did you wake up so early?" ”

This question reminded Zhuyue of that dream, and she was ashamed and angry, and her pale face actually flew a touch of ruddy, and replied: "I don't know, I only remember that at the end of my dream, a giant eye appeared and woke me up." ”

"Giant Eyes?"

"Yes."

He told Xi Mutong about the part where he woke up with the giant eye, and the first part was not mentioned at all.

The master and apprentice talked for a while, but Zhuyue was really tired, and Xi Mutong was about to leave.

Before leaving, he asked her, "How is Brother Xing's doing?" I haven't seen him in a long time. ”

Xi Mutong said: "Since you had an accident, he has locked himself in the Xuanbing Cave, and no matter who persuades him, he can't come out." ”

Zhu Yue sighed: "Auntie, the matter of the fairy root ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Xi Mutong had already stopped him: "Don't mention the matter of the immortal root again!" You know that's impossible! ”

Zhuyue hurriedly said, "Auntie, do you want to watch Zhuxing die because of me?" ”

Xi Mutong was dizzy for a while, stood unsteadily, didn't say a word again, and hurriedly left the Floating Life Palace.

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Since getting the secret of super-fast growth from the bamboo tree spirit, Mizuling'er has assigned herself a new mission. No matter day or night, he is looking for an environment that can allow him to grow up quickly.

The bamboo slug Ling'er followed him inch by inch, for fear that something would happen to him. Now it has replaced Taketsuki as his patron saint. In case he encountered any danger, it made up its mind that it would transfer the bamboo tree spirits, bamboo slugs, and even the entire 80,000 spirit child soldiers all over the mountains to rescue him.

It was night, and I had barely eaten a little in Wanxian's kitchen, and Shui Ling'er was about to leave. The bowl fairy pulled him with a smile, and there was a trace of embarrassment written on his face.

"Little boy, there is one thing, I don't know whether to talk about it or not, but if I don't talk about it, I'm afraid it's too late......"

Shui Ling'er flashed her eyes wide, looked at her in surprise and said, "Sister Wanxian, what is there to say to me?" ”

Wanxian led him to the kitchen room, and opened a table with a "bang", and he was stunned.

I saw that the table was full of all kinds of exquisite dishes, and in the middle of the table there was a big plate of pastries made of noodles, dragons and phoenixes, and in the middle of the pastry, a very funny birthday star was carved with radish that looked like a child's face, and the birthday star was written next to it: "Shui Ling'er is six years old." ”

"Sister Wanxian, ...... are you" Shui Ling'er was dumbfounded.

"Hey, this is not me, this is what your master instructed me before going down the mountain last time, to prepare a table for your birthday at this time, I have always recorded it in the immortal banquet reservation book and dare not forget, even if the Yuezhu Immortal has ...... Hi! I still prepared it on time. Tomorrow is your sixth birthday, how do you think it will be arranged? ”

Tears the size of Shui Ling'er beans rolled down, and without saying anything, he turned around and ran out of the Broken Fragrance Pavilion.

He ran all the way forward, his eyes were misty, and he felt that the night in Jiluo Mountain was much darker than in the past.

In the past, as soon as the night fell, those auspicious clouds would rest and the bamboo sky would give up the sky to the moon and the stars, so that the flowers and trees in the mountains would be bathed in the silver moonlight, which was very warm. But now, perhaps the auspicious clouds are also infected with sad feelings, they no longer distinguish between day and night, and are always piled up in layers at the zenith, making the stars and moon dull.