The sacred leaves are floating on the tea water, green and green.
Xiang Shen tapped the leaves with his fingertips and lowered his eyes to collect his thoughts.
She and Si Wuyue have little relationship now, so it would be too rude to rush over to find out the details.
This question may not be answered in a short time.
She never had a troubled temperament, so she decided not to think about it, so she threw her thoughts away, drank the tea in one gulp, sat down cross-legged on the spot, and concentrated on refining the power of the sacred tree.
Cultivation has no time.
After Xiang Yu finished refining a pot of tea, it was the next day when he opened his eyes again.
When she raised her eyes, she saw Yuan Mo standing in front of the door of the bamboo building, refusing to come in.
Seeing Xiang Shu wake up, Yuan Mo's eyes suddenly lit up. He brought in a plate of exquisite snacks and placed it on the table. He wiped his hands uncomfortably and said naively: "Miss Xiang, the master is receiving guests. Waiting. I’ll be here soon.”
As he said that, he pointed to the snacks on the table, "The master is afraid that you may not be used to it, so he specially ordered me to buy the snacks from the secular world of the nearby Cultivation Star for you to try."
Xiang Shuliu raised her eyebrows slightly, picked up a glutinous rice ball with her chopsticks, looked around, and put it down again.
Yuan Mo looked unhappy, why was he so picky? This is...
"Is there a cultivation star nearby?"
Xiang Shu put down his chopsticks and looked at Yuan Mo with a half-smile: "The little girl happened to see many stars when she came here. The stars nearby are all abandoned. I dare to ask Yuan Mo, where did the cultivation star come from?"
Yuan Mo never expected that he would be seen through. His expression froze, and his flaw was immediately revealed. He scratched his head guiltily and said, "I was wrong. There are none nearby, but there are some far away."
Xiang Shen picked up a meatball and tasted it, smiling so hard that he narrowed his eyebrows and said, "Brother Yuan Mo, since I can't hide it anymore, why not tell the truth? I won't tell your master."
"real?"
Yuan Mo asked subconsciously, and then looking at Shu's stunned expression, he still didn't know that he had been deceived.
He was secretly annoyed and couldn't help but say it now.
"I'm telling you, please don't hurt me."
Yuan Mo opened the stool and sat down, looked around and lowered his voice: "This snack was made by the master himself. It doesn't even use real energy. The master is just like a mortal, spending several hours stumbling to make it."
Xiang Shu paused while holding the meatballs with his chopsticks, and pursed his lips, "Why does your master do this?"
"how could I know?"
Yuan Mo looked helpless, "My master's thoughts are always unpredictable, and I can't guess it. But this thing is indeed strange. This is the first time I have seen him like this since I have followed him for so many years."
Xiang Shu picked up the meatballs in the bowl with chopsticks. Is this his first time?
She remembered some past events.
But...didn't he not remember her anymore?
Even if she still remembered, these last wishes that she was ashamed to share were written in the real ward. They were burned by herself before she died, and there was no way he could see them. coincide?
Xiang Shu's peaceful heart suddenly became a little noisy and chaotic.
But she was just stunned for a moment before she quickly returned to normal, smiled and said, "Brother Yuan Mo is really sincere, even the details are explained clearly."
Yuan Mo was speechless.
If it weren't for the owner's special attitude and nonsense, he would have given up and left long ago.
He was about to get up and leave when he suddenly heard the master's words in his ears, so he had to say: "Miss Xiang, the master has finished his work and asked if you would like to come over for a walk."
Xiang Shu naturally agreed happily.
She followed Yuan Mo downstairs and walked through a quiet and smooth bamboo forest road. After only a few dozen steps, the front suddenly opened up, and she saw a straight and stern figure standing under the sacred tree at a glance.
Si Wuyue turned around and saw Xiang Shu, the coldness on his face melted instantly, and he ducked in front of Xiang Shu, "Miss Xiang, are you getting used to living here?"
Xiang Shen smiled and nodded, "Thanks for your concern, Mr. Zhulou, there is nothing better than Bamboo House."
Si Wuyue felt relieved when he saw her smile, and his tone became a little lighter: "That's good."
He turned his eyes and looked at Yuan Mo behind Xiang Shen, and said: "There are two attendants under me. You have already seen Yuan Mo's true form. And Si Yan..."
He stretched out his hand and made a move, and the gray mist surrounding the sacred tree immediately gathered into a ball and flew several times around Xiang Shu.
"Si Yan is a smoke demon by the Si River. He has not yet transformed, but his mind has already been awakened. Like Yuan Mo, he is my right-hand man."
Si Wuyue spoke calmly, but he made up his mind to let her get familiar with everything here again.
Xiang Shen's eyes flashed, he didn't speak, he just nodded in agreement.
Yuan Mo stood behind, but he was speechless.
The master has said more in the past two days than in the previous 100 years combined, right? It turns out that the master is not taciturn, but has nothing to say to them...
Yuan Mo looked strange.
Seeing that Si Wuyue was annoyed, he simply kicked him out, leaving Xiang Shen alone to sit across the table under a tree.
Xiang Shen glanced at the corner of the table and paused slightly. It was the seat where the puppet used to be. She still remembered that Si Wuyue would occasionally take it off and put it here when it was inconvenient.
Only now, only the base remains of this platform, and there are no more puppets.
Si Wuyue noticed Xiang Shu's gaze, and suddenly her heart moved, and she asked aloud: "What are you looking at?"
Xiang Shen immediately restrained his thoughts, pointed to a broken branch on the table, and asked knowingly: "This branch seems to be quite similar to the sacred tree."
Si Wuyue felt a little disappointed in his heart, but there was no abnormality on the surface. He picked up the broken branch and handed it to Xiang Shu, "This thing is indeed the same as the sacred tree. Two hundred years ago, this tree only had a huge set of roots. Life is dying."
"Two hundred years?"
Xiang Shu was surprised that this time was far shorter than she expected.
It turns out that only two hundred years have passed between her death and the present.
Is it the fault of these broken branches?
She guessed in her mind and looked up at the thick shady tree cover above her head, "Young Master, a tree that can be called a sacred tree must be regarded as a rare treasure. Can such a tree grow like this in only two hundred years?"
"Of course not."
Si Wu Yue Le De said to Xiang Shuduo, "This tree is called the Xuantian Tree. It is one of the ancient divine objects. One hundred thousand years ago, someone cut off the main trunk and used it to make a magic weapon, which brought life to the people." decay.
A thousand years ago, I found this thing, so I sent out letters and summoned monks to collect broken branches of the sacred tree. Most of the broken branches were not alive, but a few were unexpected surprises.
About thirty years ago, someone dedicated a core tree to the sacred tree, and the sacred tree became what it is today. "
Xiang Shen listened with great interest and was even more surprised. He couldn't help but ask: "With a sacred object as its material, that magic weapon must be very powerful. I wonder who has such ability?"
As soon as these words came out, Xiang Shu saw Si Wuyue frown suddenly and said nothing.
Seeing this, Xiang Shen gently put down the sacred branch and added: "But what did the little lady say wrong? If it is inconvenient, I think Young Master Quan didn't hear it."
Si Wuyue remained silent, as if he suddenly lost interest in talking to Xiang Shu.
It was obvious that we had a very pleasant conversation just now...
Xiang Shu pursed his lips and said, "Young master has something to do, so I won't bother you too much."
She stood up and was about to leave when her sleeve was suddenly pulled by a corner.
Slightly startled, Xiang Shu turned around and saw Si Wuyue holding on to his sleeve, with an incomprehensible look on his face.
"Miss Xiang, you... misunderstood."
There was a hint of sincerity in Si Wuyue's eyes: "I didn't think carefully. This matter involves taboos. We shouldn't talk easily and disturb the secrets.
I just checked the secret, so it's hard to respond to what the girl said. It's not because I'm impatient. "
After saying this, Si Wuyue waved his sleeves, and the space within the sacred tree immediately expanded, enveloping the two of them.
After hearing Si Wuyue's explanation, Xiang Shu's unhappiness disappeared long ago. He sat down again and looked at the space of the sacred tree: "Is this all right?"
Si Wuyue felt relieved when he saw her appearance, and continued: "The sacred tree is still in the recovery stage and cannot completely block the secrets of heaven, but as long as the name is not mentioned, it should be fine.
I was not born a hundred thousand years ago, so what I saw and heard was obtained from the ancient books of my clan, and I could not tell the truth from the false. If you hear this, girl, don’t believe it. "
Xiang Shen's eyes brightened, "Young Master said this, I'm even more curious."
Si Wujue smiled hoarsely: "It is human nature that the word "taboo" always resonates with many people. For this reason, I took a second look in the clan's classics.
Taboos cannot be printed and revealed, and there are not many descriptions in the classics. I only know that the magic weapon that person refined is related to the way of heaven, and it is precisely because he rebelled against the way of heaven that the person's existence was cited as a taboo. "
"Reverse the way of heaven?"
Xiang Shen's eyes narrowed slightly, "Since it would offend Heaven, why would he do that?"
"There are many speculations about future generations, all kinds of different."
Si Wuyue shook his head, "In my opinion, these are all fabricated words. If the motive is known to others, it will definitely be harmful to the way of heaven, and the way of heaven will not allow any words related to it to be spread in the world."
Xiang Shu nodded repeatedly as he listened, "What the young master said is indeed reasonable."
"..."
Time passes day by day.
Under Si Wuyue's deliberate guidance, Xiang Shu quickly became familiar with everything about Leng Zhuhai, far more familiar than in his previous life.
The day after he learned how to enter and leave Leng Zhuhai, Yuan Mo sent another basket of fresh spiritual fruits.
"Miss Xiang, what I am sending you this time is really bought from several cultivation stars."
Yuan Mo put down the basket, "According to the master's request, there are a total of one hundred and thirty-eight kinds of spiritual fruits here. They are all different, and they are all beneficial to the soul. I almost broke my leg. Please help me say a few good words in front of the master, but Shall we divide it?"
Xiang Shu sat in the basket and picked up the spiritual fruit. When he heard what Yuan Mo said, he suddenly laughed: "You have been following your son for thousands of years, and you are closer to him than I am. Why do you want to be here with me?" "
Yuan Mo rolled his eyes and almost rolled his eyes to the sky, "Miss Xiang, can you really not see? My master is not ordinary to you. Although he is not bad to me and Siyan, he is the most unusual to you!"
A smile flashed across Xiang Shen's eyes: "Really? Your young master has never had a confidante before?"
"Where does this confidante come from? The young master was in a bad situation in the clan before..."
In the middle of Yuan Mo's words, he suddenly realized something and immediately stopped talking, "I still have to take care of Leng Zhuhai, but I don't have time to chat with you."
After saying this, Yuan Mo didn't wait for Xiang Shu's reaction, turned around and transformed into his original form and flew away.
