Lift the boat and return to the clan,
After that, the entire world of cultivation began to recuperate and recuperate for a hundred years.
The leader of the Shangyuan Sect, Venerable Chang Hao, felt deeply that his disciples had hope, so he simply taught the young disciples step by step. When the little tree demon Nascent Soul Tribulation was over, he would be relieved of the burden of being the leader and go away happily.
The little tree demon has a close relationship with his senior brothers and assumes the position of leader without any resistance.
The first thing he did when he took office was to invite the entire cultivation world to attend his wedding to Jia Lan. Although according to her seniority, he should call her uncle... but why not?
On the day of the wedding, countless sects in the cultivation world came, and the scene was extremely grand.
Taoist couples in the world of cultivation are different from those in the human world. They have no respect for heaven or earth. They only respect the immortal path for a long time without changing their infatuation and work together... The two newlyweds in red looked at each other and held hands tightly under their sleeves.
Qingle: "..."
This is not a summary of the battle between immortals and demons. It is clearly the love history of the little tree demon.
Putting the crystal ball gently in hand, Qing Le stood up and walked to the window. The wind blew the curtains, and the white clouds and green mountains in the distance... She really came back to ask the woman if she could leave a few words and get an answer.
Immortals overcome tribulations and have a long court...
pity.
The woman closed her eyes.
The biting mountain wind blew by, and Qing Le understood that she would eventually have to walk this road by herself.
Do you regret it? Naturally regret it. But she also knew that everything now was retribution, and God couldn't bear it after all. He wanted to let her taste the feeling of losing something, which was even more difficult than it was.
Chang Ting, no, that was just the name she got, that person didn't have that name at all.
He said that he had overcome the tribulation and soared into the sky. She had no idea where he came from. How could she find him when the sky was filled with gods and Buddhas?
The wind suddenly picked up, the curtains swayed, and the room was silent.
In the evening, the little tree demon got the news that Qing Le left the sect.
He shrugged and didn't care. He pushed away the business in his hand and took his wife's hand: "Let's go down the mountain and go to grandpa's place for dinner."
The woman who was meditating with her eyes closed opened her eyes and stood up.
The market was still very lively. Many disciples of the sect were sitting casually on both sides of the road. There were some strange things on a blanket, such as elixirs, unknown herbs, unknown ores, and sales scripts. of.
The little dryad held the lady's hand and walked along, stopping from time to time to ask.
Jialan's face was expressionless, but his eyes sparkled when he looked carefully. Listening with great interest, the little tree demon said: "My mother used to like to take my grandpa and me to pick up leaks. She is well-informed and can always find something for others." Good stuff left out.”
"But she is not greedy and will share good things with others when she encounters them."
"At that time, there were people waiting specially at our door. As soon as my mother took us out, they would follow behind... The scene was quite spectacular."
Jialan blinked: "What about your father?"
"Of course my dad follows behind, but sometimes my mom and dad will go out alone."
Not sure what he thought of, the man burst into laughter, "At first, some people thought my mother was going to check for leaks. After following her for a long time, it turned out that the two of them were just drinking tea, listening to music, and buying some gadgets...until the day came. The black man gained nothing."
"So, since then, everyone has known that as long as my mother and my father go out together, they are just relaxing and not picking up any slack."
"Unfortunately……"
The smile on the little tree demon's face fell and he looked at the sky: "It would be great if my father also had spiritual roots."
His face was filled with sadness, and Jialan felt a pain in her heart. She couldn't help but hold his hand tightly. The little tree demon was stunned for a moment, then she realized and held her hand tightly: "I'm fine. Let's go. Grandpa must be waiting." .”
Buying a bottle of wine with the roadside, not long after, the two arrived at the small courtyard.
Hundreds of years have passed, and the small courtyard is still exactly the same as before, with two ancient wooden doors, a persimmon tree planted in the corner of the small courtyard, and many elixirs harvested... It's still as if it was yesterday.
On the stone bench, a young man with a goatee lowered his head and applied medicine.
The little tree demon pushed the door open and walked in: "Grandpa, we are back, and you are showing off the elixir again."
The little old man immediately raised his head, with a smile on his face the next second. He wiped his hands on the handkerchief and stood up: "Young Master, Young Madam, you are back. Sit down quickly. I will pour you tea."
The little tree demon swaggered and sat on the stone bench to fiddle with the elixirs he had sorted out.
His men were always careless, and everything in the house was left in a mess. Jialan frowned and couldn't help but tugged his arm. He didn't expect Uncle Zhong to come over with tea and saw him, but he smiled and said: "It's okay. Young Master, you can play if you want."
Treat him completely like a child.
The little tree demon immediately winked at his wife, feeling very embarrassed.
Uncle Zhong was very happy when the young master and young lady came back. He killed a chicken that night. He was good at making elixirs. After a simple chicken was cooked in his special way, the fragrance would make people swallow it.
Jialan was more reserved, but the little tree demon was not at all. He threw his arms away and was sweating profusely from eating.
Uncle Zhong was happy to see it. From time to time he would pick up food for the two of them and said, "Eat more, there is still something in the pot. Tell me what you want to eat next time and I will cook it for you."
The little tree demon nodded crazily: "Okay, I also want to eat braised pork, beggar's chicken..."
He reached for the wine and drank it in big sips, dragging Uncle Zhong along with him. Neither of them were big drinkers, so after a while they drank too much, put their arms around their necks, and started bragging.
Jialan: "..."
She sat on her seat, minding her own food, and the laughter in her ears turned into suppressed cries.
Uncle Zhong burst into tears: "Why, why can't you cultivate immortality? There are thousands of immortals in this world, what's wrong with just one master? How come... I can never see the young master again, Wow——"
The little tree demon cried with snot and tears: "Mom just left me like this, wuwu, daddy is scared alone, and I am scared alone."
The movements in Jialan's hands slowed down and stopped on the table.
This is not the first time she has come here. Her husband is in charge of the entire sect, doing big and small things all the time. In the meantime, he has to take care of his cultivation and not fall behind. How busy is he? However, every year at this time, he would bring her here to have dinner with grandpa.
However, she knew that this grandfather was not her biological grandfather, but a servant of the Shen family.
He raised the young master alone, and later watched the young master marry and have children. Later, he followed her nominal mother-in-law to the world of cultivation, and became a cultivator from a first-level mortal.
During the years when my husband entered Shangyuan Sect, he was always with his two masters.
That woman taught him how to practice, and she taught him, a low-level monk, so well that he mastered the art of alchemy and attracted countless monks to follow her.
It was he who sent his young master and his wife away in person.
