After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 589 Gu Luoshu's return gift

  The Venerable Wood Spirit doesn’t care too much and concentrates on pure cultivation, but his cultivation base is said to be higher than that of the suzerain. In his later years, he was poor and intensive in divination, and corrected many calculations that have been out of order since the catastrophe of heaven and earth.

  It's a pity that the aura of heaven and earth has declined, the kingdom of humanity has begun to rise, and the Great Return Sect is no longer its former heyday.

  No matter how proficient the Wood Spirit Venerable is, he has never survived the murderous hand of time. The most common sentence he said is "time waits for no one".

  One day, he will sit down under the asking tree.

   All the disciples broke down in tears.

   Venerable Wood Spirit smiled: "I'm lucky. If I was born in a later life, I'm afraid I won't have such a chance to leave peacefully."

  Everyone asked why.

Venerable Mu Ling said: "Sects are like people, with ups and downs, birth and death. From my perspective, the aura of this sect is more than a thousand years, which is a rare longevity in the world, and there will be many heroes in the middle. "

  A student was unwilling: "Master, the Xianzong has weakened into a Taoist sect, will it disappear with the aura in the future?"

   "Maybe heaven and earth will perish, or maybe it will come to an end." Venerable Wood Spirit stroked the tree trunk and asked, "Old friend, you know what I want to say."

  Ask a leaf immediately fell from the tree, golden and red like sunset.

   Venerable Wood Spirit bit his fingertips and wrote a few words on the large leaves:

   "Yu Huan left home."

   "One leaf blinds the eyes."

   "The east leaves and enters the Kanshui."

   Not only is it headless, it doesn't rhyme. The disciples were confused: "Master, it seems that there is a sentence missing?"

   Shouldn’t the address be four sentences? There are only three sentences, how about one more sentence?

  It's so uncomfortable to think about it like this.

   "I can't participate anymore." Venerable Wood Spirit sighed, "It would be great if Dongli was here, and he can help me to proofread the business, maybe I can see more accurately and farther away."

  Everyone, I dare not answer.

   "Although he has fallen into the devil's way, one day he will wake up and come back. I will wait for him here." Venerable Wood Spirit stretched out his hand and pointed forward, "Young people, you must allow them to make mistakes."

  The disciples looked at each other in dismay, and there was a rebuttal in their hearts that they dared not say: Dongli is not young anymore, okay?

   Venerable Wood Spirit blew on the leaf, and some disciples stepped forward, ready to take it.

  After Master passed away, these few words will be confessed.

   Unexpectedly, Venerable Wood Spirit retracted his hand, but threw the leaf into the pool under the tree.

  Golden Red Blade swirled twice on the water surface, sank to the bottom of the water before everyone could react, and disappeared into the darkness.

   "??" Everyone was dumbfounded.

   Venerable Wood Spirit said lightly: "What kind of hand is stretched out, it's not for you."

   "..." Who will the master give to? How could such an important last words not be handed over to the master?

   "What will happen to the sect after a thousand years?"

   "If you make a good offering to the mountain, you may be able to overcome the calamity. I'm afraid that you will be powerless at that time." Venerable Wood Spirit's breath was already a little weak, "Time and fate!"

  He whispered again:

   "It's a pity, you can only deduce so much after exhausting your whole life. From now on... you will have to rely on yourself."

  Another disciple hurriedly asked: "My lord, are there any immortals in the world?"

   "Are there still senior immortals in our sect, are they still in retreat?" The Great Return Sect is already one of the most powerful sects handed down from ancient times. If there are no immortals here, how much will there be left in the world?

   But Venerable Wood Spirit closed his eyes half-closed and stopped answering.

  It was only then that everyone realized that he had already sat down.

  …

   Everything in front of me gradually blurred.

  He Lingchuan came back to his senses and found that not only the angle of view had changed, but also the scenery had changed. The Tianji Peak and Wenwen Tree were all gone, and he was standing in Panlong City again.

  What just happened?

  He was standing on the edge of the very familiar South Gate Square, with the Juluo tree in front of him.

   "Huh? The leaves have changed color?" The Gu Luo tree has an extra golden-red leaf, just like a handful of highlights on the forehead of a person, which is particularly conspicuous.

   And Gu Luoshu has grown up again, He Lingchuan has to look up to see the top of the tree. He patted the tree trunk: "It turned out that you ate the leaves of the asked tree. Is it particularly nutritious?"

   A gust of wind blew by, and the canopy of the Jura tree rustled, and it was unclear if it was replying to him.

   At least He Lingchuan didn't understand.

  But the golden-red leaf fluttered and fell down, and he caught it in his hand.

   "For me?"

  He played with this leaf over and over, and saw that it was slightly different in shape from the original Wendao tree leaf, but it was about the size of a palm, and even the veins were golden.

   Is this a return gift from Gu Luoshu?

   "Thank you!" He put the leaves in his arms, and patted the trunk again, "It's really sensible, unlike the generous pot that can only go in and out, which is delicious and lazy."

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  In the early morning of the next day, He Lingchuan woke up in the big bed of Pan Shanzhai, and was dazed for a long time.

  He actually had other dreams!

  In the past year, this was the first time he dreamed of going outside Panlong City.

   Tears welled up in his eyes, he thought that his soul could never go to other places at night, and could not have other dreams!

  Of course, when he calmed down, he remembered that this dream was related to the golden red leaves of the asking tree he got yesterday.

  Seeing in the day, dreaming in the night.

   Could it be that he fed the leaf to the **** bone necklace and ate it, so Dafang Pot showed him the message contained in the leaf at night?

   Good and powerful card reader.

  Wait a minute, then this dream is still related to the Dafang Pot!

  He Lingchuan closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

  He can't escape the clutches of others.

  However, carefully recalling the content of the dream, what he saw was an excerpt from Wendaoshu's life.

  The reason why it is said to be an excerpt is probably because the Wenwen tree has survived for a long time, spanning the three eras of ancient times, middle ages, and modern times, with at least four thousand years before and after.

  It took too long and too many events. If every bit of information that happened around it had to be shown to He Lingchuan, his spirit might not be so tough and could not bear that kind of memory.

  Having been in a dream for so long, He Lingchuan has a little understanding of the tolerance of his spirit—he is always forced to open up wilderness training by Dafanghu.

  Maybe it is the Asking Tree itself, or it may be the Dafang Pot, which sifts out the most important node information and shows it to him.

   He Lingchuan still has an impression of the name of Venerable Wood Spirit. Isn't this the master of Dongli Daoist?

  In the cave under the fairy lake, Dongli Daoist left a suicide note to confess that he had fallen into the evil way, and he was ashamed of being cultivated by his teacher, Venerable Wood Spirit.

   Otherwise, He Lingchuan would not have followed this clue and chased all the way into the Ruins Mountain.

   It’s okay, it’s not like nothing.

In Wenwenshu's memory, he saw the immortal spirit of many immortals, saw the disciples of the sect who did not eat the world's fireworks and devoted themselves to pure cultivation in the long life era, and even felt the joy of surging aura and flourishing of all things just like Wenwenshu. .

  That was indeed the best time for practitioners.

  In fact, the Middle Ages were not bad either. The aura of the heavens and the earth increased and decreased, and the emperor's ointment often came. Although the practitioners were unwell, a strong man like Venerable Wood Spirit still lived for more than 800 years.

  His apprentice Dongli Zhenren only lived to be six hundred years old.

  In the future, the lifespan of demons and humans will be reduced more and more.

  Of course, what He Lingchuan really cared about was the three words of greeting that Venerable Mu Ling wrote on the golden and red leaves.

  He did not leave it to the sect, but re-voted it to the Wendao tree, and the fallen leaves returned to their roots.

  The previous elders said that the human body decays but the tree lasts forever. So, are these few words reserved for later generations?

   After all, it is the only one that has been able to survive for thousands of years.

   Having said that, whether it is the Venerable Wood Spirit or the old tortoise demon who took away the "Passing Water Collection" written by Dongli Zhenren, the only words left behind are three sentences!

   is the lack of the last sentence.

   It really deserves to be in the same line.

  He Lingchuan grabbed the divine bone necklace and said:

   "Why don't you explain it to me?"

   Of course the necklace would ignore him.

  When he touched the necklace, he felt something strange in his chest, and then reached out to take it out, eh—

  Take out a golden red leaf.

  He Lingchuan was stunned for a while on the spot.

  The leaves of the Guluo tree have followed reality?

  Of course Gu Luoshu itself has the ability to shuttle Qingming, and He Lingchuan also used its branches to bring Nightmare out to play. But it seems to be the first time for Xiaoshu to be so proactive.

   Well, blades...

  He Lingchuan rubbed the leaf, remembering a sentence in Venerable Wood Spirit's speech:

   "One leaf blinds the eyes."

  He put the leaves in front of his eyes, is that how he uses it?

   Except for the light, nothing seemed to block it.

  Even the leaves of the Guluo tree do not have any fluctuations in magical powers. Apart from its good-looking appearance, it is no different from ordinary leaves.

  It's hard to imagine that the masters of the former Great Returnee could use the leaves of the Wenwen tree to block the supernatural powers of the great demon Mulian.

   That's all, maybe this leaf will come in handy in the future.

  He casually collected the storage ring, and then failed.

Um?

   Can’t accept it?

  At this time the servant came to report:

   A guest came to the door.

  He Lingchuan put Leaf back into his arms: "Please come in."

  The visitor is less than forty years old, with a long face and a goatee, which looks a bit old-fashioned. In short, he is an ordinary person, with ordinary appearance and ordinary clothes, and he cannot be found after being thrown into the crowd.

  He reported his name as Shan Qixiang, who was introduced by the head of Songyang Mansion.

  He Lingchuan met him in his courtyard: "Are you the manager of Songyang Mansion?"

"Oh no, I helped out when the sub-rudder of Songyang Mansion opened, but I didn't work in the sub-rudder, and it has nothing to do with Songyang Mansion." Shan Qixiang smiled and narrowed his eyes. After passing my house, we have been in touch since then. She said that you are short of people here, so I came here. You can just call me Laodan. "

   Li Qingge did say that he would send someone to him, but unexpectedly they came so soon.

  Before He Lingchuan could ask a question, Lao Shan handed over a pair of hooks with both hands:

   "This is your thing. The claws have been repaired. My lord asked me to bring it to you."

   This hook was damaged by He Lingchuan when he was capturing the snail toad in Zhitian Township. Li Fubo's claws made of fine gold were double pinched by the snail toad and the explosion, and they had no choice but to break. Although he still has a spare, but in the end there is no such thing as smooth.

  He Lingchuan took it and smiled.

   This thing is also a token, which implicitly shows that Lao Dan was indeed sent by Li Qingge, so that he can use it with confidence.

  (end of this chapter)