Reborn as an arrow bamboo, it grows deep in the mountains, hidden in the clouds and mist, and its traces are so elusive that it is difficult for the world to find it. You lived peacefully for ten thousand years.
Guard the mountains, raise pandas, and use bamboo whips to beat those practitioners who do not overestimate their abilities. Until this day, you were a little bored, so you branched off a branch and left the mountains to roam the world.
Only then do you realize that your identity has already become a myth, passed down from generation to generation in the world——
"There is bamboo in the north mountain. Its body reaches to the sky and its leaves are boundless. It is born with wisdom and wisdom, and its lifespan is unknown."
"The vastness of his magical power is inferior to that of human emperors and demon ancestors."
"There is only one tree in the sky and on the earth, and its name is - Eternal Bamboo Bamboo!"
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