A ray of red light shining, as bright as jade, the sycamore tree emitting a bright red light, lying quietly on Yang Sanyang's palms. The bright red seeds echoed the white palms, and looked particularly clear and thorough.

The innate sycamore tree's aura came to his face, and Daoyuan stopped talking, staring at the sycamore tree blankly, and his body kept trembling: "Xiantian-wu-tong-tree?"

Daoyuan's body was trembling, his voice was trembling and incomplete. His eyes were staring at the innate sycamore tree in his palm.

"It's just a piece of branches on the innate sycamore tree that have been cultivated into a new life, not the innate sycamore tree!" A word appeared in front of Yang Sanyang.

Daoyuan remained silent, his body trembled constantly, lowered his head, Yang Sanyang could not see the other person's expression.

With his trembling fingers, he held the sycamore tree in his palm, feeling the innate weather inside, a crystal clear teardrop slid down, as if it was caught by Yang Sanyang like crystal jade, and held it in the palm of his palm.

When he raised his head again, Daoyuan was already full of tears and his eyes were swollen: "Where did you get such a treasure? If it is leaked, I am afraid that the Phoenix Clan will take your life! Dividing branches from the innate sycamore tree will divide the energy of the Phoenix Clan, and the Phoenix Clan will not spare you! Where did you get such a treasure?"

Speaking of this, Daoyuan's words showed a hint of anxiety: "No! No! This treasure cannot be kept in his hands. The Phoenix Clan has countless powerful powers, all of which are of great power. If you know where this thing is, the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain will not be able to protect you."

"Where did you find the treasure, please send it back!" Daoyuan's eyes were full of worry.

"I'm giving it to you!" Yang Sanyang's handwriting flashed: "The tail of his hand has been processed, and the Phoenix Clan will not find traces of this treasure."

Daoyuan was stunned for a moment, looking at Yang Sanyang with his eyes, and rubbing his swollen eyes: "Little monkey, this is a branch of the innate sycamore tree. How can you get it into your hands?"

Such a treasure will break even if the Golden Immortal goes.

"I went to the Phoenix Clan, that's all!" Yang Sanyang's palm, holding Daoyuan's tears, retracted back into his sleeve without any trace, and the words in front of him were flowing.

Daoyuan was stunned. Although it was impossible for Yang Sanyang to sneak into the Phoenix Clan with his cultivation, Daoyuan believed it inexplicably for some reason!

It was more than a billion miles to go to Tiannan. Although he was so light, Daoyuan could imagine how many hardships he had experienced, and how many times he almost lost his life.

This treasure must have been brought back by him for a lifetime!

Daoyuan's tears fell down again, hammered Yang Sanyang's chest and cried, "You are stupid! I said I miss the sycamore trees in my hometown, so you went to Tiannan to steal the branches of the innate sycamore trees. If I say I like the bright moon, do you still have to pick the bright moon and give it to me?"

Yang Sanyang smiled gently and turned his head to look at the endless starry sky. If he had achieved the ambition in his year, it would not be impossible.

"When did you have such ability to steal the branches of the sycamore tree under the eyes of Feng Zu? Not to mention you, I'm afraid that the ancestors can't do it!" A hint of curiosity appeared in Daoyuan's eyes.

Yang Sanyang smiled, but did not take Daoyuan's words, but just kept his hands silent.

"Don't take such a risk next time!" The next moment, Daoyuan grinned, grabbed Yang Sanyang's ear, and stared at him fiercely.

After filling the big pit and planting the sycamore tree, Yang Sanyang looked at Daoyuan just now.

"The breath of hometown! This is the breath of hometown!" Daoyuan closed his eyes and looked at the blood-red sycamore tree and the leaves swaying in the wind. A trace of nostalgia appeared in his eyes. He walked straight under the sycamore tree and sat slowly under the sycamore tree. Daoyuan held the sycamore tree, and his breath was extremely peaceful and he actually fell asleep in an instant.

Determination!

My mind was relaxed like never before, and under the breath of my hometown, Daoyuan suddenly fell into a state of concentration!

Yang Sanyang looked at Daoyuan with an obsessive expression. At this time, Daoyuan was quiet and calm, like a sleeping little princess.

In terms of appearance, although Daoyuan is good, it is incomparable to the blue bird, and it is even far from being compared with the moon god.

But for some reason, he fell in love with her!

There are too many little secrets between the two.

The eye fate at first glance is very important, and he will never forget it. When he was nervous and had no way to seek Taoism, then Tao fate was like a fairy, and she was the light of hope.

The fate of Tao is not only the fate of Tao, but also the turning point of one’s own destiny!

Destined!

"I know you won't like me, but I'm unwilling to give up. I just gave it up with luck, that's all! I will never give up if there is a glimmer of hope! Nine deaths will never regret it!" Yang Sanyang silently recited the Tao Te Ching, his thoughts turned, and a hint of determination appeared in his eyes: "Good luck makes people! If I hadn't obtained two innate spiritual treasures, I would definitely be able to peel off my skin and turn into a human form, and I would make you look at me with admiration. Unfortunately..."

Yang Sanyang sighed quietly, slowly sat under the sycamore tree, and a hint of melancholy appeared in his eyes.

Under the mountain

In the valley

A small radish head with pink and jade was sitting on the bluestone. There was a jar full of wine in front of her, and the smell of wine lees was full of wine. The head of the small radish seemed to be pickled with wine, and the whole body was covered with alcohol. It seemed that it would make people drunk when they smelled it.

At this time, the little radish was sitting listlessly on the blue stone, with his eyes looking at the blue sky and white clouds, and a crystal flash in his eyes: "Senior Brother, where have you been? The whole valley is full of wine jars, and it can never be buried anymore. I have brewed thousands of years of wine paste for you, why haven't you come back yet?"

"Recently, there are always thieves coming to steal wine in the valley. Wa has to watch carefully every day. Wa is so tired!" Wa's head was on her knees, her eyes looked at the blue sky, and a hint of grievance appeared in her eyes: "The fourth senior brother is too fierce, and we brothers and sisters are not allowed to listen to the sermon... Wa is so desperate, she can't listen to the sermon. Wa's Taoism has grown so slowly over the past ten thousand years. Brother... Where are you?"

The girl hugged her knees in a silly manner. Thousands of years passed, and the little radish head grew a little, but it grew up only a limited amount.

But he turned into seven or eight years old at the age of five or six. He was still a carrot head, but he was just a little older.

"Oh, my brother and sister have no grudges with the fourth senior brother. Why is he trying to make things difficult for me? Wa is so uncomfortable! So aggrieved!" Wa's eyes were a little red at this time, and she was extremely aggrieved and smashed her mouth. She looked at the wine in front of her and rubbed her nose: "Senior brother, if you don't come back, you will not be able to prevent these wine from being stolen. Then you can't blame Wa, you didn't come back in time."

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