Worried that the persimmon tree was a mortal species and could not withstand the excessive irrigation of spiritual liquid, Pei Xihe used his magic power to let the mist blend into it bit by bit.
With this nourishment, the persimmon tree grew taller, its reddish-brown leaves turned into dark green, and its dry and cracked bark became plump.
However, after a while, the leaves became more dense, the branches became more vigorous, and yellow and white stamens bloomed. Then the stamens withered, and still no fruit was produced.
The fairy puppet on the shoulder also blinked, full of confusion.
"Reporting to the master, Sixty-Sixty-eight has consulted the "Golden Chamber of Farming", and it is recorded that 'Persimmon flowers are parthenocarpic during the flowering period and do not require pollination by insects and butterflies.' However, after the flower withered, why did it show no sign of fruiting at all?"
This persimmon tree is sprouting new buds and blooming. It’s like an old cucumber painted green, which looks good but is useless.
Pei Xihe raised his right hand, and all the remaining spiritual liquid mist was suppressed, and confusion flashed in his golden eyes.
But it is expected. This persimmon tree is not a natural treasure or a panacea. It is impossible that a bite of persimmon will be more effective than the Xuan Dao fruit.
She moved her gaze away and looked at the humming girl in the courtyard, sighing softly.
Pei Xihe had thought about it before. The people in the pavilion guided her here and pointed out the persimmons as she wished. Naturally, it was impossible for her to pick a sweet persimmon and eat it.
Although the opportunity for the great road is illusory and ever-changing, it is never so far-fetched.
When she happened to go to this place, the baby happened to be born, which made her realize a trace of fate between master and disciple.
The girl and the persimmon tree are both indispensable.
Could it be that this girl had to irrigate the persimmon tree with her own hands with feces and urine, so that the fruit could grow? She thought secretly.
But it wasn't right. Pei Xihe suddenly woke up.
The opportunity for the Great Dao will only be found in the monks themselves, and external objects are actually illusory.
A flash of inspiration, an enlightenment, this is the real "opportunity".
Rather than help from outsiders, or what an ordinary persimmon can do.
Pei Xihe calmed down and looked at the girl. It was just as Shang Xuanyu said that day. The four-month-old baby was wearing a red bellyband, the jade and snow were cute, and he was exceptionally smart.
At this moment, she couldn't swing the sword properly, she was panting, but there was a fierce energy in her eyebrows and expression.
The servant woman held the handkerchief and gently wiped away her sweat, while Pei Xihe Niwan trembled slightly, her thoughts spread out, and she noticed everything around her, including conversations, writing, and rumors. She then knew about this girl. name.
Xue Xintong.
The clear morning dew flows, the new tung trees begin to bloom, and it feels like a spring outing. It's a good name.
There were three major cultivating families in Qiongyu's capital city, Xue, Li and Zhang.
Xue Xintong was born into the Xue family. The ancestors of this Xue family had an unexpected encounter, which resulted in the blood containing the power of flames, which was passed down to the heirs. Those with strong abilities in the practice of fire-moving Taoism have considerable talent. But she was born in a collateral lineage, and it is still unclear how strong her bloodline is.
These cultivating families are connected by blood and appear to be inseparable, but in reality they are indifferent. Regardless of men or women, those with outstanding talents can allocate resources in order to become the mainstay. Those with low talent and cultivation can only cultivate beautiful vases.
This is an exchange of interests covered by blood. The Xue family gave them an above-average birth, a life of fine clothes, fine food, and servants, so they must seek corresponding rewards from them.
Pei Xihe saw that the little girl was so tired that she dropped the wooden sword in her hand and fell down, and suddenly her heart became calmer.
A beautiful young woman walked out of the small courtyard house. She had a Nascent Soul cultivation level. Her spiritual power should have helped her replenish the vitality consumed by childbirth, but now she looks weak and weak, and it seems that she is suffering from a serious illness that is difficult to heal. Seeing that her daughter was so tired, she felt pity in her eyes, but she still didn't come forward.
If there is no sword in the palm, it will become the flesh under the knife.
Xue Qingliu suffered a sudden change and lost her father but her son. Now she is dependent on the family and has no authority to speak. She doesn't expect much else. She only hopes that her daughter will have the power to control her own destiny.
"Mother."
The little girl's eyes lit up, she endured the pain all over her body, twisted her head and rushed up to hug his calf.
Pei Xihe couldn't help but curling up the corners of his lips when he saw them looking like mothers and filial piety, while a golden fox quietly climbed up on his shoulders.
Helian Jiucheng shook his big tail and asked, "This persimmon tree, huh? Why hasn't it produced any fruit yet?"
Pei Xihe rubbed her chin and expressed her suspicion: "I'm afraid there is an unavoidable connection with this girl."
"I haven't told you yet. When I first came here, this girl was just born, and I noticed that there was a master-disciple bond between her and me."
Jin Hu's eyes widened, his bright yellow pupils seemed a little dull, and he said with some surprise: "Master-disciple fate? But according to your temperament, I'm afraid you don't want to be involved in such trouble."
Pei Xihe nodded naturally.
"There is still enough time. According to what Zuo Jingshu said, there are still at least ten years before the evil ghost disaster breaks out. Calculating the time, it is still enough."
"Why don't we just take a look and see what this girl will look like."
The tail behind the golden fox was coiled into a big ball, and the fox's head was held high, so naturally there was no response.
He is now more leisurely than Pei Xihe. In the eyes of the enemy, he is already a dead fox, and with the Divine Fox Demon Pill in his possession, all he needs to do is practice hard and study formation techniques, but for him, the opportunity of the great road is still far away. .
Pei Xihe had made up his mind, so he no longer retreated. With his hand, the silver light dispersed, and he created a square-inch disk in the sky and sat quietly on it.
…
The peaks and mountains are surrounded by clouds, and the mist of Lanshan Mountain is shrouded in mist.
In the pavilion on the top of the mountain, the silver-haired young man's face was calm, as if he had compassion and mercy, but his handsome face also had a hint of Rakshasa's solemnity.
He behaved freely and was about to pour a cup of fragrant tea when suddenly his complexion changed drastically. Cracks appeared on his face and body like broken mirrors. Blood seeped out through the cracks. Ri Heng could not help but tighten his lips, and his purple-gold eyes were filled with concentration. Brilliance surges.
A red mark flickered between his eyebrows, and his natal magical power suddenly activated!
Mend the sky and defy fate.
Those cracks gradually disappeared, and after a long time, he collapsed on the stone platform exhausted, but with a strange smile on his face.
"He is in a hurry."
"This one, I will definitely win!"
When he finished speaking, he seemed to have violated some taboo. Ri Heng felt a stinging pain all over his body, the wind was like a sharp knife, and even the air was like a sharp needle. The docile fairy spirit in the past seemed to have turned into an attack at this moment. The fierce ghost came towards him.
The inner breath of the sun was trembling, and he vomited out a large mouthful of blood, which turned into fluorescent light and dispersed, nourishing the world.
Instead, he laughed out loud and became more and more crazy.
"Hahaha."
The rejection of heaven and earth is indeed “His” handiwork.
In this way, it makes him happy!
…
"It was you who caused her to not break through?"
In the void, there is a low voice murmuring. His yin and yang are not separated, and he transforms all things.
He is the wind, the dust, the tree, the thunder, the fire, the water... He is everywhere and inclusive.
He was rarely angry.
"For her birth and her growth, I have been planning for too long."
"She will eventually follow the same path as me and return to my arms."
The dialectical relationship in this volume of "It's Me and Not Me" does not only refer to the heroine and Tai Shang Wu Zheng.
(End of chapter)
