The continuous purple mysterious giant bamboo spreads from not far from the entrance of Yanhan Peak to Yuli Peak.
Many disciples were alarmed and came out to investigate in the rain, feeling extremely shocked.
A well-informed person speaks out:
"This is Chengyan Jianzhu!"
There was an uproar.
"Is this the Zongzong spiritual object, Chengyan Jianzhu?"
"Dayu is the best spiritual bamboo in the world of cultivation? It is said that he has the skills of confusion and sword. Today I am lucky enough to see its power."
"Why did such a precious sword bamboo suddenly rise from the ground and grow from Yuli to Yanhan?"
"Could it be between real people..."
"Silence! Stop talking nonsense. Didn't you see Yan Hanfeng and didn't react?"
"Look, there is a human figure thrown above the spiritual bamboo."
At this time, everyone discovered that the spirit bamboos seemed to be queuing to pass, throwing the figure among the branches.
After each magical sword bamboo was thrown out, it seemed as if it had completed its mission, and instantly declined from its peak growth state. In a few breaths, as if it had gone through a long period of time, the leaves turned yellow and the bamboo branches gradually withered.
Finally, the branches and leaves collapsed, turned into spring mud, and merged into the earth.
The swords and bamboos that had completed their missions disappeared like this, as if what just happened was just an illusion.
A brave disciple picked up a handful of mud mixed with rainwater.
Feel it carefully, and then murmur.
"This spiritual bamboo is not produced by magic, it is just an appearance."
"Rather, it truly grows for a lifetime, from birth to death."
"Within a few dozen breaths, it completed its reincarnation..."
Hearing this, the disciples with lower realms all looked confused, but the disciples with higher realms, or those with profound attainments in the wood industry, all had expressions of disbelief on their faces.
You must know that the Taoist skills of wood can often induce the growth of plants for one's own use.
For example, Su Xing's "Ivy Technique" can use the seeds of Ming Ling Flower to instantly spawn ivy, but the structure of the plant has been destroyed, and the growing ivy has absolutely nothing to do with the original Ming Ling Flower.
Only monks with deeper attainments in wood practice may be able to give birth to a bright spirit flower that grows naturally within a few breaths.
But the stronger the spiritual plant is, the harder it is to do it.
This is why the sect still spends time planting elixirs instead of directly spawning them. The more precious the natural resources are, the more stringent the environmental requirements for growth are.
As the spiritual object of the Purple Jade Sect, the Chengyan Sword Bamboo was extremely difficult to generate, but it completely grew and withered within a few dozen breaths, completing its entire life.
Just to give birth to a single root, the resources and knowledge of wood elements required are unimaginable.
The disciple held the ordinary piece of soil in his hand and looked up.
In the distance, hundreds of trees? Thousands of trees? Tens of thousands of trees?
Countless swords and bamboos are lined up.
Grow, thrive, collapse.
Turn into dust.
...
Su Xing didn't know what was happening outside the mountain. In the foggy mountain, except for the rustling of bamboo leaves getting louder, everything was as usual.
After the girl in white whispered to Zizhu, she ignored him.
He was playing by himself, sometimes patting the tall jade-like purple bamboo, sometimes talking to himself, and sometimes beating gently.
The dance has no rules, but the movements are natural. The jade-like toes tap lightly on the piles of fallen leaves, and the white clothes float.
Like an elf in the forest, the beauty is incomparable.
Su Xing lowered his head, not daring to look again for fear of offending his senior.
Fortunately, we didn't have to wait long.
The bamboo leaves rustled and swayed, and a man and a porcelain bottle were thrown from his head.
The person fell into the thick pile of bamboo leaves in a prone position.
Su Xing was stunned for a while, and then he vaguely recognized Yaoshi Wang's figure.
His clothes were soaked and his skin was mottled. It was as if there was a large green tree bark covering it, and the exposed skin was pale and bloodless.
No breath.
It turned out to be... already dead.
"Hmph. The spell backfired and the blood was burned away."
Hearing this cold snort, Su Xing looked up and found that the innocent girl in white had disappeared. The other party's breath had dropped, and she was dressed in a cannon. Her eyes were lively, and there was a trace of vicissitudes of life.
It was the girl in gray.
Are they really one body and two souls?
Su Xing secretly guessed, but he didn't know why he didn't deliberately avoid replacing him this time.
The woman in gray seemed to glance at Pharmacist Wang’s back and hummed lightly:
"Evil means will lead to a worthy death."
Su Xing's heart tightened, wondering if the other party had any intention.
However, he didn't say any more, and with just a slight finger, Medicine Master Wang's body suddenly sank, was swallowed up by the earth, and disappeared.
"It almost stained my eyes."
Su Xing's heart moved, this probably refers to the innocent girl in white.
"That's it."
"Take these things and go out."
The girl in gray said calmly.
Su Xing looked at the ground where Pharmacist Wang disappeared. Unexpectedly, there was a storage bag and a porcelain bottle on the ground.
But he only glanced at it and remained indifferent. Instead, he had been silent and said:
"Thank you, senior, for your help."
"This junior is not strong enough to repay the kindness of my seniors. I can only use the Spiritual Rain Technique."
"I am willing to provide rain to Wulang Mountain for thirty years to repay the kindness of my predecessors!"
I don’t know if the other party noticed that something was wrong with Pharmacist Wang, or if he knew about the Xuan Kui in him.
But looking at the other party's attitude, it was obvious that he was prepared to stop there and not go into details further.
Therefore, it is not appropriate for him to mention the Xuan Kui pattern on his body at this time.
But Su Xing still remembered that besides Pharmacist Wang, there was... one other person who planted Xuan Kui for himself.
Even thinking of Ma Ziyu, Su Xing felt that the other party was powerful and that he could not match it.
The only way is to hug the thigh in front of you.
Let’s wait for thirty years before talking about it.
"Hmph." However, the woman in gray snorted lightly, "Do you think you cherish your spirit rain? But it's just...ahem...stop arguing."
"Well... ok... ok, I really can't do anything to you." The girl in gray said with some annoyance and helplessness.
Su Xing guessed that he was probably talking to the girl in white.
Sure enough, the girl in gray calmed down and looked at him lightly again.
"Providing rain to Wulang Mountain for a period of...ten years."
As soon as he finished speaking, the mist rolled in, quickly covering it up and disappearing.
"Thank you, senior, for helping me."
President Su bowed his head to the end and breathed a sigh of relief before feeling tired.
Gritting his teeth, he took two steps forward and picked up Pharmacist Wang's black gold-embellished storage bag and the scattered porcelain bottles.
The fog behind him suddenly gave way to a way out, and it was obvious that the woman in gray was about to see off the guests.
He directly tore open the bag. If the other party had any plans, it would be safer to inspect it here.
Fortunately, the storage bag was opened safely, and there were a few scattered things inside.
Without enough time to take a closer look, Su Xing turned around and walked out.
Suddenly, a faint voice came from behind:
"Tell Cherry that her master is very good, so don't worry about her."
"...If she asks how long it will take for her master to be released from seclusion."
The sound paused for a while before starting again.
"Ten years..."
Su Xing bowed and cupped his hands:
"yes."
Something moved in my heart
Ten years is also the time limit for him to stay in Wulang Mountain to provide rain.
And Cherry is probably the name of the senior sister. I just don’t know if it’s a big name or a nickname.
...
After a while, I finally walked outside the bamboo forest.
Stepping out of the bamboo forest, the fog closed behind me again. Just now there was no trace of rain in the bamboo forest, but now it is still raining outside.
The fatigue in his body came over him like a tide. When he looked up, there seemed to be two figures waiting for him in front of him.
