Under the hibiscus tree, green and white light alternated. In the corner of an old tree with entangled roots, as the light shone for a few bursts, a figure appeared out of thin air, with a moon robe and white hair, and an indescribably elegant figure.
"It's really destiny. Eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-nine years, just one year short of the final year, the tree can bear another fruit. Now it's good, the Xuanyuan Sword not only appears here, but also picks a fruit. Even if nine thousand years have passed, we will still have to wait nine thousand years for another fruit." The man who appeared under the hibiscus tree looked at himself in pity, shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Mo Guyuan and Yu Qinggong looked at the figure under the tree and saw that he looked lonely and self-pitying, but they didn't know the reason.
But listening to his words, it seemed that he had done something wrong.
"I can feel the energy in that woman's body. She must have eaten the fruit before. Since the fruit was taken away by them, the worst thing is that they can just let this kid eat the fruit on the spot. With Fuso The effect will be, then absorb these two people and transform them into nutrients in the tree. I believe that it will be able to bear another tree in a short time." The hoarse voice sounded again, it was the voice that threatened the two people before.
The man sitting under the tree brightened his eyes, and then looked at the two people in front of him thoughtfully, showing an expression of great interest.
When Mo Guyuan said that he wanted to stay here, he had already opened up his formation, with the Xuanyuan Sword shining brightly, ready to take action at any time.
After a while, the man in the moon robe smiled and said, "According to what you said, if these two people are left behind, how long will it take to produce a fruit through the transformation of the hibiscus tree?"
Fusang was silent, seeming to be thinking about something.
"The time can be shortened by half. Four thousand and five hundred years is enough." After a long time, the voice in the fusang tree sounded again.
"Four thousand and five hundred years?" The man was stunned for a moment, then punched the tree trunk, and then laughed and scolded, "You old immortal thing, have you lived too long? You have no time to count in this world." ?”
"What can we do? These two ignorant kids have ruined such a big thing for us. If they can't be undone in time, will we have to watch the disaster coming before our own eyes?"
Hearing this, the man looked suffocated and did not dare to delve into the consequences.
"Perhaps God's will is like this? Over the past hundred thousand years, from ancient times to the present, how many gods have died, and the foundation of our mountains and seas is no longer what it was then. In the ancient times, there were you, and in the later generations, there are us. But as the years accumulate, the world between heaven and earth His aura is getting thinner and thinner, and now there is not even a real god in the world who can take action. It goes round and round, endlessly, maybe it is destiny, and the disaster that has happened to us in the Five Classics of Mountains and Seas should be settled." The man laughed at himself. .
"Chong Deng, don't be so presumptuous!" The fusang tree was turbulent and roared.
If the disciples outside Changliu were here, they would definitely be shocked beyond measure.
Chong Deng is the head of Changliu Mountain in Shang Yi Ren. His cultivation is reaching the sky, and he is also in the Mahayana stage of Hedao realm.
Of course, he did die in the war between gods and demons three thousand years ago, but why did he appear under the fusang tree without any problems?
"I don't dare. You are our ancestor in the Classic of Mountains and Seas. How can I be so presumptuous? But the next catastrophe will happen within the next hundred years. Don't you think it's ridiculous that you said you have to wait four thousand five hundred years? "The man asked softly.
Four thousand and five hundred years is indeed nothing to the old guy in Fuso, but it is a matter of great catastrophe, which is imminent. Four thousand and five hundred years, he really can't wait for that time.
There was no more strange noise in the fusang tree. I don't know whether to accept my fate or to be speechless.
Mo Guyuan and Yu Qinggong listened to the two people's unscrupulous talk, but they were all confused about the catastrophe and the past hundred years. Could it be that their rash intrusion damaged the foundation of the mountains and seas?
Little did the two know that this was indeed the case.
The way of heaven is elusive and unpredictable, and what remains unchanged is always the unknown change, no matter how strategizing or painstaking calculation is.
After a long time, the man under the tree stood up and looked at the two of them carefully, staring at them with deep eyes.
Mo Guyuan felt an inexplicable panic in his heart, but he still raised his sword to prevent any unexpected events.
"My little fellow Taoist, the Xuanyuan Sword is a very evil demon sword. If you use it improperly, be careful and you will be doomed." The man suddenly smiled at him and said.
Mo Guyuan paused and did not answer. He firmly held the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand and refused to let go.
Yu Qingqing stood behind Mo Guyuan, looking at his resolute back, his eyes slightly absent-minded.
This situation was all too familiar. Every time he faced life or death, he would stand in front of him without hesitation.
"Don't worry, I won't fight you. Besides, I'm just a few residual souls fostered in the fusang tree. Even if my ability is as strong as yours, it won't do me any good. It's been three thousand years. I never thought I would see Xuanyuan Sword again. Back then, That senior wielded his sword in the sky and swept across the sky. I followed him, but I admired him very much." The man looked at the Xuanyuan in Mo Guyuan's hand, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.
Three thousand years ago, was it the time of the war between gods and demons? The senior this person was talking about was the previous master of Xuanyuan Sword. Was he the senior he had seen in his heart? Mo Guyuan was confused for a while.
Seeing that this person did not have an attitude of being an enemy to him, Mo Guyuan gradually let go of his guard, and then he bowed his hands and said, "We came to Changliu to find a friend, and we happened to be in Xuanhong when we had nothing to do. I was playing in Hanoi, but I didn't expect that a strange combination of circumstances would lead me here. If I disturb the two seniors' Qing Dynasty, it would be an unintentional act."
When the man heard this, he asked doubtfully, "Aren't you disciples of Changliu Mountain?"
Mo Guyuan was stunned for a moment, and then said, "This junior has no family or sect. He came to Changli only to be invited by others."
"who?"
"The leader of Changliu Mountain dances to Jinghong."
The man was stunned for a moment, with a somewhat surprised look on his face, and continued to ask, "Why is that girl, where is Luochengdong?"
It was Mo Guyuan and Yu Qingqing's turn to be stunned. The former asked in surprise, "You also know Senior Luo?"
"My name is Chongdeng, and I am the previous master of Shangliu Mountain. You have never heard of my name, but you should know that Wu Jinghong, Luo Chengdong, and Miao Keke of Changliu are all my disciples," the man said slowly.
The two of them were shocked. They did not expect that the person in front of them was the former mountain master of Changliu Mountain.
After briefly introducing himself, Mo Guyuan told Chong Deng exactly what he had experienced in Zhuang Zhou's dream, and also told him the purpose of coming to stay for a long time and the twists and turns of things that happened on the way. Something to hide.
For a long time, in this deep mountain cave, there was no other sound except the rustling of the hibiscus trees.
Chong Deng lowered his head in silence, not knowing what he was thinking.
After a while, there was suddenly a rustling sound. Chong Deng didn't realize it, but he was still stunned on the spot. However, the voice in the fusang tree sounded again, saying, "You little girl, you really did me harm this time."
Mo Guyuan and the two looked in the direction where the strange sound came from, and saw two figures coming all the way through the hibiscus tree, and finally fell under the tree, leaving a mess.
Yu Qinggong exclaimed, "Dumplings!"
The person who came was none other than Dumpling who was moving stones in the Xuanhong River, and next to her was a colorful exotic bird.
Dumpling touched his sore butt and heard someone calling his name. Looking back, he saw the incredible eyes of Mo Guyuan and Yu Qingxing falling on him.
Dumpling hurriedly climbed up and ran to the two of them happily, shouting "Abba Ababa" incessantly, and he was also very happy.
Yu Qingqing held Dumpling in his arms, checked her body carefully and made sure she was not injured, then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why are you here? Didn't I ask you to find Yu Nie and the others?" Mo Guyuan leaned forward and asked.
Dumpling grinned, scratched his head in embarrassment, and pointed at the exotic bird under the big tree with one hand, and the result was right in front of him.
Yu Qingqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He looked at Mo Guyuan and said, "It seems that the strangeness in Xuanhong River was accidentally triggered by dumplings."
Mo Guyuan rubbed Dumpling's head, but couldn't say a word of blame.
The exotic birds jumped back and forth on the hibiscus tree, and from time to time they pecked a few lightly, or spread their wings and flapped the hibiscus branches and leaves, as if they were venting something.
The Fusang Tree's voice sounded again, "I should have left you in Yugu in the first place. You are a little girl, so many years should be enough."
A loud bird song echoed in everyone's ears, "Jingwei Jingwei."
Then the birds continued to mess around, trampling back and forth on the hibiscus tree.
Dumpling looked back and whispered in agreement, "Abba, Abba."
"Jingwei Jingwei."
"Aba Aba."
"..."
Under the huge cave, there were only two people singing in harmony, over and over again.
Mo Guyuan looked at the strange bird carefully and frowned at it for a long time. Suddenly he remembered something and said in surprise, "It's really the Jingwei."
The hibiscus tree felt helpless at the boldness of the little bird in front of her. After several righteous warnings to no avail, she had no choice but to let her go.
Chong Deng, who had been standing indifferently for a long time, slowly raised his head, turned around stiffly and looked at the Jingwei bird. He raised his hand. Seeing this, Jingwei spread its wings and flew away. He came to the back of his hand and touched it very affectionately. The head rubbed.
"Tongtian Peak has become a hole, and you still want to fill the sea with gravel in your mouth?" Chong Deng touched its head, his face softened.
Jingwei continued to shout a few more times, determined to do so.
Chong Deng came back to his senses, looked at Mo Guyuan and Yu Qinggong in front of him again, and sighed, "Now that I have died, my remaining soul here only has some last wishes, and I can also make some sacrifices for my long life." It’s nothing, even if it’s a matter for the three of them, just let them go. Little Taoist friends, now that you have entered the Fuso Land by mistake, you must have seen the strangeness of this Tongtian Peak. As the leader of Changliu Mountain, Tongtian Main Peak, my original intention was to prepare for this heavenly tribulation, so as to deal with the invasion of the devil, but what happened now is really a trick of fate."
Mo Guyuan frowned, hearing what Chong Deng said, it seemed as if the two of them had made a huge mistake before.
"I dare to ask senior, what kind of disaster is it? If there is some trouble caused by junior's negligence, junior is willing to bear it alone!" Mo Guyuan said seriously.
"Hmph, you are an ant, and you dare to be so arrogant even though you are in the Qi Transformation Realm?" came the voice from the fusang tree with disdain.
Mo Guyuan ignored it and just looked at Chong Deng intently.
Chong Deng raised his hand, smiled at Mo Guyuan and said, "Don't think this old guy's words are unpleasant. In his eyes, I am nothing but an ant."
Mo Guyuan was shocked and didn't know why.
"Do you know who is hiding in this hibiscus tree?"
Mo Guyuan looked at it curiously and shook his head.
"The first person to create the world of mountains and seas, our creator god, the ancient emperor of heaven, Emperor Jun."
Chapter 224: Jun, the Creation God Emperor
