Journey To the World of Film and Television

  Chapter 205 Eight Hundred Years of Missing

  Xi Yao ignored the silent Zhou Ji, a dream of three hundred years, three hundred years should be a snap of the fingers for the eternal youth of the tree elf.

  Before this, she had gone through countless three hundred years.

   Only this time, the three hundred years are so long.

   Such loneliness.

  As an elf born from the sacred tree, Xi Yao has an innate perception of plants. With just one glance, she can see that the woman in Zhou Ji's heart has also been asleep for more than two hundred years.

Xi Yao has experienced how it feels to be separated from someone she likes for more than three hundred years. Although she doesn't know what the two of them have experienced, Xi Yao, who has experienced loneliness, can't help but feel a little pity for the person in front of her. This man, pity the girl who lives in his heart.

   "I" Zhou Ji was silent for a moment, and said dryly, "What do I need to do?"

"Just sleep." Xi Yao lightly stroked the surface of the sacred tree with her palm, and said softly, "Recalling every little bit of you, conveying your thoughts to the sacred tree, if this emotion does not Without falsehood, a fruit called lovesickness will grow on the sacred tree.

  This fruit contains the ten thousand-year spiritual power of the sacred tree, which can not only fill the void in your heart, but also nourish that seed, allowing her to germinate again and glow with new vitality. "

Zhou Ji put down the palm covering his heart, and the square pattern in the palm of his hand faintly lit up. In the past, he could not bring other lives and consciousness into the square formation because these lives and consciousness would be indiscriminately obliterated by the out-of-control Zhuxian sword formation. With the increase in the number of times and the improvement of his own cultivation, he can clearly perceive that if he can retrieve the Juexian Sword suppressed in the evil spirit world this time, he can further control the square formation, and even take Si Teng into and out of other worlds.

   Putting his palms together, Zhou Ji raised his eyes to look at the sacred tree in front of him, and nodded solemnly.

   "Don't resist, try to accept."

Xi Yao's fingertips formed seals, and in a trance, wisps of golden rays of light hung down from the crown of the tree, and the swinging branches rustled like wind chimes. Zhou Ji imitated Xi Yao's appearance and stretched out his hands to cover the surface of the sacred tree lightly, with his eyes slightly closed , A light sleepiness suddenly came to my heart.

   A suspicious thought suddenly flashed in Zhou Ji's mind.

   What if I am being plotted against and someone plots against me at this time?

However, as soon as this thought appeared, it was covered up by the gradually deepening sleepiness, as if sinking into the water a little bit, the glow on the face and the rustling branches slowly disappeared, replaced by an extraordinarily reassuring silence, and A light that illuminates the darkness.

   "My name is Si Teng, you should call me Miss Si Teng!"

   "My name is Zhou Ji, you can call me Mr. Zhou Ji~"

   "Stingy man."

   "Proud woman."

  The screen lights up, and Zhou Ji seems to have returned to the forest in Dana, watching the two quarrel for the first time.

  Looking at the jade|feet that stepped on the straw sandals.

  The two small flowers on the tip of the shoe swayed gently during the swaying walk, and the looming cardamom made Zhou Ji subconsciously withdraw his gaze.

  From the first heart-to-heart talk in Jia's old house, to the two people going to apply for ID cards together, to the various experiences of going to Cangcheng Mountain.

   Two hundred years.

  Zhou Ji never mentioned Si Teng, and never took the initiative to recall these things, but these fragments that should have been dusty in the depths of his memory were like scattered pieces of a puzzle, pieced together completely and vividly.

  The corner of his mouth subconsciously raised a smile.

  Even though Zhou Ji couldn't see himself or even feel his existence at this time, he still knew it and smiled.

   This is the most sincere smile in two hundred years.

   It's like returning home from Qiannan, and when you get off the plane, you can't help smiling.

  Unconscious and unstoppable.

  The fallen leaves are scattered, and the flowers and plants are becoming more and more lush.

  The colorful clouds in the evening reflected the sky, Xi Yao stood under the tree, looked at the vast sea of ​​clouds with a sense of loss, and said in disappointment: "At this time, Fei Peng must be excited to come, right?"

   "Sacred tree, divine tree, tell me, did he ever have me in his heart? Will he forget our past? Will he forget me?"

  The rustling leaves seem to comfort the woman under the tree softly.

   "When he was lonely, I was with him. Now that he is mortal, we are all alone. Tell me, can we meet again?"

  As if hearing the consolation of the sacred tree, Xi Yao slowly leaned against the tree, while speaking, tears fell down, turning into pictures of memories and floating into a fruit on the treetop.

   At this moment, a group of goddesses from the heavenly world came from a distance, and they were a little surprised to see the two fruits hanging on the tree. In the past, there should be only one fruit of the sacred tree, so why are there two now?

  Noticing that the goddess was coming, Xi Yao hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, stood up and greeted her, "Welcome the goddess."

   "In the name of the Emperor of Heaven, pick the fruit of the sacred tree." The goddess smiled, Zhao Xiyao returned a salute, and said in surprise: "The fruit of the sacred tree is spiritual. It can be seen that you have given your heart to it!"

   "This is Xi Yao's job."

  Xi Yao lowered her eyebrows and bowed to the goddess, and then stretched out her hand, and a fruit on the treetop fell into the jade plate.

   "I saw there is another one on the tree, but I don't know which one it is?"

   It stands to reason that after taking the fruit of the sacred tree, the goddess should leave, but she stopped, looked at the fruit in the plate, and then looked up at the other one on the tree.

  Xi Yao's heart tightened, thinking that something had been discovered, until she heard the question from the goddess, and quickly replied: "That one was not made by a sacred tree, but eight hundred years ago."

   Before he finished speaking, he saw fallen flowers and leaves piled up next to the sacred tree, and he was shocked suddenly.

The goddess and the maids accompanying her were startled by this scene. Before they could say anything, they saw a slender jade-like palm suddenly protrude from the pile of leaves, and then stretched out like a claw toward the place where they were. direction.

   "Ah~!"

  Goddess's hairs stood on end right now, she didn't even bother to listen to Xi Yao's explanation, and said in a trembling voice, "Xi Xiyao, I. Let's go first."

   After saying that, she turned around holding the jade plate and left, and several court ladies hurriedly followed, not paying any attention to Xi Yao's relieved expression and the real fruit hidden behind her.

   "What's the situation? I just fell asleep, who buried me here?"

   Zhou Ji poked his head out from the pile of leaves, and looked around blankly.

   I haven't recovered yet.

It wasn't until he sat up that he realized that the clothes on his body were rotten and torn, and Xi Yao turned her back and didn't dare to look at him, so she took out a spare Taoist robe from the void and put it on, and looked at Xi Yao with a puzzled expression. , "You buried me?"

Xi Yao shook her head, turned around to look at Zhou Ji who was arranging her clothes, drew a mirror of mysterious light in the void with her fingertips, pointed to the two small flowers on his head, and said softly, "You know that since you sleep, How long has it been?"

  Zhou Ji straightened his messy hair through the mirror, but the action of picking the flowers stopped.

   To be honest, maybe it was because he slept for so long that his consciousness was not very clear.

  It wasn't until hearing Xi Yao's question that he thought of the rotten clothes on his body, and couldn't help feeling a little ominous, then he came to his senses and said hesitantly, "How long?"

   "Eight Hundred Years"

   "Eight!" Zhou Ji's head buzzed on the spot, and the machine shut down.

  Put his hand on his heart, and the feedback from the Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead told him that time seemed to have not passed, and the spiritual power inside the Dzi Bead showed no signs of wear and tear.

Seeing Zhou Ji's small movements, Xi Yao explained: "You will be sheltered by it when you are under the sacred tree, and the spiritual power of that bead will naturally not be lost over time, but after you leave the sacred tree, you will lose it. Its shade, it's business as usual."

   After finishing speaking, Xi Yao stretched out her hand and brought another fruit from the tree, which floated towards Zhou Ji.

   "This is?" Zhou Ji looked at the fruit in front of him hesitantly. When he reached out to receive it, an inexplicable sense of intimacy connected him with the fruit.

  The corners of the eyes are not wet, but there is an indescribable feeling, as if it can fill the heart that has been missing for a long time, and it seems that it is my own heart.

"This is the fruit of the sacred tree that you have bred with love and sincerity for eight hundred years." Xi Yao looked at Zhou Ji, and said with a smile at the corner of her mouth, "Only the fruit that has been nurtured by sincerity can bear the spirituality of the sacred tree. With it , it will be able to awaken the person living in your heart, and it will also be able to fill that bead with spiritual power for thousands of years."

   Zhou Ji's heart beat suddenly a little faster.

  In the past, he might have deceived himself. This joy is because he can increase his lifespan and give himself more hope of finding the law of longevity.

   But at this time.

  The scene in the dream has gradually blurred after waking up, but he can still feel it clearly.

   His rapid heartbeat at this moment is for the seed that was quietly planted in his heart.

  The seed that is about to reflower.

  Zhou Ji carefully put away the fruit, intending to wait until he took back the Absolute Immortal Sword and improved his control over the sword array before taking it.

  Turning around, Zhao Xiyao bowed, just when Zhou Ji was about to leave, he suddenly noticed another fruit in Xi Yao's hand, and then his eyes fell on the half of jade pendant next to the fruit.

  Xiyao thought that Zhou Ji was curious about her fruit, so she couldn't help saying quietly, "This is my longing for Fei Peng, and it's also something I want to ask you for."

  Zhou Ji's eyes lit up, and he was relieved immediately.

Because of his personality, he never likes to owe favors to others. He owed Xiyao a favor this time, and he didn't know how to deal with it. When he heard that Xiyao had something to ask for, he quickly said, "I would like to ask the fairy to be frank. If I can do it, I will definitely help you." You're done."

"I will throw this fruit of the sacred tree and half of the jade pendant into the mortal world. I want you to help her find the flying pendant so that she can be by her side." Xi Yao picked up the fruit and gently pressed it to her forehead, "That's all. I am content."

'how about you? '

  Zhou Ji opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

  When Fei Peng was reincarnated, Xi Yao could no longer wait for the person she wanted to wait for.

  How could he say these things?

   Sighing lightly, Zhou Ji nodded in response, and said that he was the "heaviest promise", "what you promise will be done." '

  Wait, why are these words so familiar?

   Did I forget something very important? ?

  Zhou Ji was taken aback for a moment, and left half a slap on the forehead with a bang.

  Solanum nigrum! I have left black nightshade in the world for eight hundred years

At this moment, Zhou Ji felt as if she was sitting on pins and needles. After Xi Yao dropped the fruit of the sacred tree and the jade pendant from the clouds, Zhou Ji hurriedly bid farewell to her. The original path of the well of gods and demons returned to the world.

  For eight hundred years, it seemed that it had no effect on the lemurs of the Well of Gods and Demons. When he walked out of the platform, these lemurs were still as enthusiastic as they were back then.

  Even without Yun Tianhe's cooperation, in the eight hundred years of Zhou Ji's sleep, the mana that circulated automatically in his body had accumulated to an extremely terrifying level.

  The mountains are covered with snow, and the wind and snow are precarious for thousands of miles.

  Yuzhou City has been dilapidated and rebuilt several times, and it is quite different from what it was 800 years ago.

  But the same as before, the prosperity is still there, stable and peaceful.

   Not only has the prestige of Shu Mountain, but also the credit of Tangjiabao in Sichuan and Chongqing.

After losing contact for 800 years, Zhou Ji was very anxious about the situation of Solanum nigrum, but Xi Yao just... No, she helped him raise the fruit from the sacred tree 800 years ago, and now Tang Xuejian has just come into the world, no matter what Said, he has to take a look.

   It was the end of the year, and it snowed overnight.

  Zhou Ji hid in the dark until he saw Tang Xuejian being sent to Tangjiabao to become Tang Kun's granddaughter, before he felt relieved.

  As for Sedum, he wasn't too worried.

  His life can be said to have been completely under the surveillance of Mount Shu, and this current head of Qingwei will not let him have any accidents no matter what.

   After confirming that there was no accident on Tang Xuejian's side, Zhou Ji hurried towards Qingluan Peak.

   But when he arrived there, everything was gone, only two graves were left beside the old trees overgrown with weeds.

   There are no wooden houses, and no traces of people walking or living.

  Even the tombstones in front of these two tombs have been eroded by the years and are mottled.

   "Tomb of Beloved Wife Han Lingsha"

   "The Tomb of the Dead Husband Yun Tianhe"

  Although the handwriting is blurred, Zhou Ji can vaguely discern that one of the two tombstones was written by Yun Tianhe, while the other seems to have been erected by another woman.

  Zhou Ji walked closer and looked at the scene in front of him with a complicated expression. He didn't know how long Han Lingsha stayed with Yun Tianhe in the end, nor did he know what happened to them after Yun Tianhe returned from the God Realm.

  But when he saw the changes after a dream, the shock of the vicissitudes brought him far more than the helplessness of watching others grow old day by day.

   It was as if an unspeakable depression was holding in his chest, making him unable to breathe.

  Yun Tianhe and Han Lingsha are already like this, what about Ziying and Solanum nigrum?

   Zhou Ji's heart sank.

  Recalling the possible plots in the original drama, Zhou Ji felt more and more annoyed, and hurried to Jianzhong.

However, when he arrived at the Sword Tomb, he only saw the stone walls left by Murong Ziying's incarnation of "Jiuzhou Sanren", but found that these stone walls seemed to have been broken by someone, and the missing piece was related to the "Magic Sword". 'Information!

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