Chapter 556 One Day

Zang Zhu sighed, suddenly spoke, and said lightly: "Human monk, you can survive in my bamboo garden for more than seven days, you are the first person. So it is honored to tell you that you have completed my contract vow."

Zhuang Zhu was dead, but now he was only a broken thought and an unwilling obsession. He lived in this burial garden. After years of time, he was lonely and wanted to rest in peace. So before he founded this garden, he made a contract vow that if a monk entered the bamboo garden could survive for seven days, he would give up his obsession and dissipate safely. After all, the real Zhuang Zhu had died tens of thousands of years ago, and died under the hands of the most beloved woman... And he was just a little bit of the thought that survived because of his unwillingness. Although he had the same appearance as Zhuang Zhu, he was not him after all.

"It's actually good to just dissipate like this, but before that, there's one more thing to do."

Burial bamboo raised his head, chuckled, brilliant and gentle, "One day."

"At this time tomorrow, as long as you haven't fallen, it will be a period of regaining freedom. As for this eighth day, it will be your final test. If you can live without death, there will be a reward."

The words fell, the figures dissipated, and the surroundings were quiet and silent.

Xiao Chen frowned with difficulty. Although he didn't know what happened, it seemed that things had turned around. "A day? No matter whether this matter is true or not, I have no choice, so I keep going..."

The sound gradually faded, not heard, simple, painful, numb, and the sound of firm footsteps slowly echoed in the bamboo forest.

"Ba!" "Ba!"

Deep in the burial garden, there is a small bamboo forest, with a bamboo building beside the forest, and there is even a small lake not far away. Although it is a little dark, the environment is still quiet, especially the woman in blood who is laughing by the lake at this moment, which adds a bit of vitality to this place.

"Brother Zangzhu, why are you distracted? What are you thinking about?" Zanghua chuckled, her beautiful eyes were curved, and she was not as fierce as before, and she was well-behaved and charming.

Zang Zhu paused slightly, then his eyes swept, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "No, I'm thinking about what happened before us."

"Zhanhua, haven't you always wanted to know what happened before we were alive? Brother Zhanzhu will tell you today."

Zhan Hua nodded with laughter, her eyes were even gentler, and she showed a hint of fascination. Although Brother Zhan Zhu suddenly mentioned this for some reason, the woman was obviously extremely excited.

The two sat down, their eyes falling on the lake. The water was clear and pure... without any impurities, and of course there was no life... "A long time ago, we lived in a small village, with parents and relatives, and weaving for their own use, and were peaceful and happy. Later, we came to the clan who practiced the immortal method, and then you, my brother and sister were taken back to the mountain with hundreds of children in the clan. I remember very clearly that when I left, my parents were proud and happy, and I thought they were extremely proud of the children who could give birth to two suspicious immortals."

"We lived in the mountains and started to come into contact with cultivation. At first, my brother and Zhanhua didn't perform well, so they were always bullied in secret. But once a direct-minded child stopped Zhanhua at night and wanted to be ill, my brother felt hot and didn't know anything. Later, I heard that all the helpers led by the direct-minded child died, and the flesh and blood were flying all over the place. The matter was very big. Although many people wanted to let my brother die, they were still not pursued for some reason. Then... my brother kept practicing hard because I wanted to protect my sister and prevent her from being hurt at all."

"Since then, Brother Zang Zhu quickly became dazzling and became the object of envy and respect by countless fellow tribes. His cultivation level was getting higher and higher and stronger. He always just wanted to protect his sister and never had any other ideas."

"A long time has passed, Brother Zhu has become the most powerful existence in the entire family, and Zhuanghua is also very serious in practicing. Although he is not as powerful as his brother, he is also the elder of the family. He originally thought that life would slowly pass in peace, but the war came without warning. It was also in this war that Brother Zhu met a woman, whose name was Xifei, a very, very beautiful woman. Since then, Brother Zhu learned that he had practiced Taoism for thousands of years, and besides his sister, there are people in this world who deserve his protection. The two became Taoist partners. Although the war was very cruel, the two still remained the same.

I had a happy life. But later, on the eve of the decisive battle, Concubine Xi secretly tampered with her brother. Then three enemy monks of the same level took action. The brother was not an enemy. Although they were all killed, they died in the hands of Concubine Xi... But until death, the brother never felt a little hatred for Concubine Xi, just wanted to know why? Burial bamboo fell, Burial flowers and family monks all fell at this time... We should have all died of form and spirit and blood dissipated, and we were not qualified to return to the burial garden, but for some reason we survived. With this identity, we lived in the burial garden for a long time."

Zang Zhu's voice was low and the narration was very slow and careful. There was a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth, but she seemed to think of many things that happened back then. Zang Hua hugged her legs, An Jing never spoke, but her eyes were on Zang Zhu's brother, and she never moved away.

"But we are dead, and we were dead countless years ago. I am no longer a cultivator... and you are no longer a cultivator... We have freed from the confinement of the Ji family's bloodline and are no longer isolated. But the complete memory of cultivator made me unable to let go and accept cultivator. I hope you can understand this."

Zhan Hua chuckled and wanted to cry, but no tears fell. "I know, Brother Zhan Zhu is so strange today. Why do you have to say these things again? I have told them many times. I have become much more obedient now and have not stuck with Brother Zhan Zhu anymore."

When Zang Zhu shook her head slightly when she heard this, she showed a gentle smile on her lips. She stretched out her arms and held her into her arms in her surprised eyes. She took a deep breath and said, "There is a difference."

"Whether it is the burial bamboo or the creatures produced by the blood seeds of the burial bamboo have completely disappeared just now. This eighth day is the day I have won for myself. I don't want to be bound by any more on this day."

When Zanghua heard this, her face burst into a beautiful smile, and she was happy and surrounded by Brother Zangzhu in the depths of her jade arms. She had been waiting for this hug for countless years.

Zhuang Zhu's beautiful brow suddenly frowned slightly, revealing a faint look of pain, but then he was hiding away by him, holding the treasure flowers in his arms silently, enjoying a sense of stability that he had never experienced before.

"Zangzhu, I believe you discovered your thoughts a long time ago. Do you suppress yourself like me? As for Concubine Xi, do you really like her... or just regard her as a substitute... We are all stupid, but fortunately, I have one more day more than you, which is enough."

Zang Zhu shook his head slowly in his heart and said nothing.

Time passed, the two of them were silent by the lake, and the atmosphere was gentle. Although they had never spoken, they seemed extremely natural and harmonious, as if they had been like this since millions of years ago, and they were deeply imprinted into this world and would never dissipate.

Zang Zhu's face was pale and her body was translucent, but there was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he could not notice the pain in his body.

"One day is coming soon..."

Zhan Hua raised her head and looked at her with nostalgic eyes, "Brother Zhan Zhu, we have been entangled together for countless years. No matter what, you don't want to throw me away alone. We will always be together, no matter what, we will never be separated."

Zang Zhu frowned and shook her head to speak, but was blocked by a pair of jade hands. At this moment, Qianqian's ten fingers were illusory and almost transparent, with the faint blood-colored energy running inside it, and the speed was extremely slow, as if it would stop in the next moment.

"Brother Zhan Zhu is too late. He has made a decision. I believe that my brother's current state should not be able to change."

Burial flower chuckled and spoke.

Zang Zhu's complex expression was complex, then shook her head, showed a look of relief, and said softly: "Since that's the case, let us never separate."

The sound is low and weak, slowly dissipating.

The lake water trembled, and then evaporated like a drop of water beads under the scorching sun, revealing the dark ground.

The bamboo building collapsed, collapsed and dissipated, and merged into the void.

The bamboo forest sways and suddenly blooms, and then it drys and sprinkles the bamboo leaves. The bamboo pole is yellow and turns away in the wind and drifts away.

In fact, there is no lake here, no bamboo forest, and bamboo building. It is just because Burial Flowers said countless years ago that her dream life is to plant a bamboo forest next to a small lake, build a bamboo building, fish on sunny days, and listen to the wind on rainy nights. Burial bamboo is kept in mind. Although she cannot fish with her or watch the rain and listen to the wind with her, she still wants to decorate the environment she dreams of.
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