"Let's talk about it. Zhenyuan Daxian had an expressionless face and a distant voice, sat in front of the stone table in the pavilion, and took a sip of fragrant tea.

The Taoist priest who greeted the old demon of Montenegro stood aside honestly, clubbing like a stake, acting as a decoration.

The old demon of Montenegro began to speak, while Zhenyuan Daxian listened quietly.

In other words, Yu'an was attacked and killed by a swordsman who came from nowhere. Finally, Zhenyuan Daxian made a summary.

"Yes. The old demon of Montenegro replied.

"You're not lying. Zhenyuan Daxian said unhurriedly that he had gotten some information on the corpse of the Yu'an Daoist. Yu'an Daoren's last glance before he died was extracted by him.

It is indeed a swordsman, with a long knife and a hat, which is impressive.

After a moment of silence, Zhenyuan Daxian spoke again: "Find the ginseng fruit and bring back that swordsman, and you can redeem your merits." ”

"Yes. "The old demon of Montenegro gave up.

"Yuquan. "Zhenyuan Daxian called that Taoist priest, it turned out that this Taoist priest who greeted the old demon of Montenegro was called Yuquan.

Yuquan Daoist hurriedly agreed: "Master." ”

"You go with you, and when you find the ginseng fruit, the ginseng fruit will be handed over to you. Zhenyuan Daxian said.

"No. Yuquan Dao had a smile in his eyes.

The two left on the lotus leaves of the lake, and before they knew it, the lotus flowers of the lake bloomed.

Zhenyuan Daxian flicked his sleeves and disappeared into the pavilion in an instant, appearing on the edge of the cliff.

The red sun is dazzling on the horizon, and there is a sea of clouds under your feet.

The trunk of the whole ginseng fruit tree stands on the top of the mountain, and the entire Wuzhuang Temple is built around the ginseng fruit tree, and when viewed from the bottom up, the ginseng fruit tree and the Wuzhuang view seem to be floating above the clouds.

The mountain wind blew, and there was a clanging sound behind him.

A pair of eyes looked through the transparent glass, looking at the slightly emaciated back of Zhenyuan Daxian blankly.

A huge canopy of trees that shades the sky and the sun.

Beneath the canopy are branches thicker than the usual large trunks.

On the branches, there is a huge octagonal glass lamp, and inside the glass lamp, handsome young men and women are imprisoned.

They are not people, but ripe ginseng fruits.

If you look closely, the glass lamps hanging from the trunks of the trees are not ropes, but vines growing on the branches. The vine passed through the glass lamp and stuck one end into the navel of the young men and women.

"Master. A Taoist priest came behind Zhenyuan Daxian and bowed his hand.

Zhenyuan Daxian bowed his head slightly, blowing the mountain breeze, stroking his beard, looking at the red sun in the distance, and did not look back: "How is Dao'an." ”

His voice was soft, but it traveled far and wide. In the glass lamp, a young man who was curled up in a daze changed his face suddenly, and he slapped the glass lamp frantically.

shouted something in his mouth, but it was blocked by the glass lamp and did not come out.

Next to him, in another glass lamp, a handsome young man put his hands on the glass, looked at the crazy young man calmly, shook his head slightly, smiled bitterly, opened his mouth, and told him with his lips: "Don't be sad." ”

The crazy young man froze, tears welling up, and his head hit the glass again and again.

"It's already ready to be enjoyed. The Taoist priest behind Zhenyuan Daxian replied, "Do you want to enjoy it?"

"Hmm. ”

A fluttering word sets the end of a life.

The Taoist priest turned around and shot out a golden light, and a glass lamp fell, smashing a hole in the ground.

Boom!

Zhenyuan Daxian suddenly appeared in this glass, calmly looking at the young man curled up in a corner in front of him.

He is the Dao'an in the mouth of Zhenyuan Daxian.

Dao'an's body trembled slightly, and when he looked up, in the constantly shaking glass lamp above his head, the crazy young man was desperately banging, crying......

It was his friend, he had never heard his voice, and the two had never made contact, and the closest thing was when a violent mountain wind blew and two glass lamps collided with each other.

However, they are still friends, confidants, and dependent on each other.

Don't!

Dao Anxin groaned: Don't look, don't listen, don't be sad!

Zhenyuan Daxian grabbed Dao'an's hair and pulled him over, and on the glass lamps in the sky, a pair of eyes were full of sadness watching this scene.

Zhenyuan Daxian slowly opened his mouth and took a bite.

Click!

No blood spurted out, milky white liquid flowed sideways, and the whole glass lamp was filled with aroma.

And the Taoist priest outside secretly lifted the confinement on the glass lamp, Dao An desperately tried to hold back, but he couldn't help but scream.

And his friend could only watch, this was the first time he heard Dao'an's voice, and the first time, it became goodbye.

Click, click......

A sound, creepy.

Dao'an's friend stopped frantically hitting the glass lamp, and his tears dried up, looking at this scene with blank eyes, at this moment, his heart was like ashes.

The ultimate feelings came to his heart, and he was more mature, and he was not far from ripening.

The Taoist priest below looked up at him, thinking in his heart, it won't be long before he can eat it!

Beneath, the clouds surged. Tianbian, Hongri Pharmaceutical. All around, the mountain wind howled. Heavy glass lamps swayed on the branches, occasionally touching each other and tinkling.

Voice, far, far away.

At the foot of the mountain, a farmer walking in the field raised his head, looked at the Wuzhuang Temple on the clouds, stopped, and prayed sincerely.

For him, Wuzhuang Guan is the legendary Heavenly Palace, and the Heavenly Palace is located on top of the sacred tree, which is overgrown with stars, and will shine even during the day.

According to legend, when a person dies, he becomes the star of the sacred tree and enjoys eternal happiness......

Another continent, Nanzhan Buzhou, at the foot of Shu Mountain, in Yangjia Village.

Little Bao shook the branches and leaves slightly, and let out a low cry.

Cai Wei, who practiced swordsmanship, put away the sword in her hand and trotted to Xiao Xiaobao's side, her fingers touching the soft trunk of the tree, and a feeling of sadness came to her heart.

"Little treasure, what's wrong?"

Cai Wei seemed at a loss, she encountered this situation for the first time, and panicked to reassure.

However, Cai Wei's reassurance did not help, and Xiao Xiaobao cried more and more sadly.

Boom!

There was a sound in the house, and Cai Wei hurriedly returned to the house, and the iron armor of the unjust soul fell to the ground.

Cai Wei hurriedly picked up the iron armor of the unjust soul, and suddenly, a piercing cry appeared in her heart.

Cai Wei's eyebrows shrugged down, crying over there, crying over there, what the hell is going on?

Could it be ......

Cai Wei felt bad in her heart: "Big brother ghost, don't have anything!"

"Wow, wow, wow, Xiaobao is so sad!"

Cai Wei's heart was suddenly shocked, Xiaobao, she learned to speak, she hurriedly asked: "Xiaobao, tell my sister, why are you sad!"

Xiaobao's immature voice appeared in Cai Wei's heart: "Xiaobao doesn't know, sister, why is Xiaobao so sad?"

Belch...... A big "embarrassment" appeared on Cai Wei's face, how could she know about this kind of thing.

"Sister, sister, Xiaobao is so sad, comfort Xiaobao......"