Yu Xiaolong walked out of the garden again and looked around and in the distance, but there was no shadow of ginkgo.
Abbot Yunmucuo clearly said it was in the garden, but now it is empty, with only low flowers.
Yu Xiaolong walked around in the garden depressedly, not knowing what to do.
He simply sat down and thought, since it is a thousand-year-old ginkgo tree, it must contain the aura of heaven and earth, gathering the essence of yin and yang, and it must be different from ordinary trees.
Yu Xiaolong released his true energy and sensed the breath in the garden.
This seems to be an excellent place for cultivation, full of exuberant atmosphere.
Yu Xiaolong felt particularly comfortable, and his veins were clear and smooth. He seized the rare opportunity and absorbed it quickly.
An hour later, Yu Xiaolong suddenly remembered that he still had a mission.
He quickly discerned the scent, trying to find the location of the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree.
But still no sign.
In desperation, he moved to another place, and it was still the same.
I changed it several times in a row and the same thing happened.
Yu Xiaolong smiled bitterly and shook his head, secretly thinking that this old guy was not fooling him.
Then I thought about it. It was impossible. A monk didn't tell lies. He was such a powerful abbot and was Sun Renyi's old friend for many years. How could he talk so freely?
Yu Xiaolong had no choice but to get up and wander around again, looking for traces of the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree.
After turning around a few times, he unknowingly walked into the circular flower bed in the middle, and the smell became stronger the further he walked.
Yu Xiaolong felt happy, could it be in this?
Walking all the way to the center, there was an open space of only one square meter. Although there was nothing noteworthy, Yu Xiaolong always felt that something was wrong.
After watching it for a long time, he suddenly realized that there was no breath in this small central area!
Abnormality is a monster!
Yu Xiaolong stepped on the ground and touched around, but there was no mechanism.
A question suddenly occurred to him: Could the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree be in a secret realm?
But where is the secret realm and how to enter?
Yu Xiaolong had a headache, so he simply stood up and meditated.
Slowing down his breathing, opening his veins, Yu Xiaolong closed his eyes.
Suddenly, a faint fragrance hit his nostrils. The smell was so attractive. Yu Xiaolong took a deep breath and enjoyed it.
He was certain that this aroma was not from the garden. He had walked around several times and there was no such smell.
While thinking about it, Yu Xiaolong suddenly felt that the surroundings became very warm.
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When he opened his eyes, he saw that the flowers around him had disappeared, and in front of him was a vast white world without any objects.
"Where is this?" Yu Xiaolong said to himself.
Suddenly, he noticed that the place under his feet was green, as if he were standing on grass, only smoother.
"Ah? Could it be?" Yu Xiaolong was stunned, ran forward a few steps, and reached the edge of the green ground.
Looking down, Yu Xiaolong sat down on the ground.
It turns out that I am standing on the top leaf of the ginkgo tree! The leaves are very big, more than ten meters long!
Yu Xiaolong's eyes widened and he exclaimed: "How big is this thousand-year-old ginkgo tree!"
He carefully looked down and saw that there were only a dozen huge leaves, and further down was the white mist.
"Oh my god...this...is this a tree?" Yu Xiaolong shouted with his mouth wide open.
Yunmucuo said that this ginkgo tree is a thousand years old, and its leaves have the effect of curing strange poisons. It seems true, and it is definitely not a simple "detoxification".
Yu Xiaolong looked at the huge leaves at his feet, ran back to the end, looked at the leaf stems as thick as a person, and frowned.
He took out the demon-slaying sword and tried to cut it off. There was a "clang" sound, which made the tiger's mouth hurt, but the leaf stem did not change at all.
Yu Xiaolong was depressed, activated his true energy, and looked at the sword again, but the result was the same.
It was easy to find the thousand-year-old ginkgo, but now I can't hurt it at all.
Yun Mucho was really difficult to deal with. Yu Xiaolong smiled bitterly and shook his head.
But now that we have come this far, the thousand-year-old ginkgo is not an ordinary thing. Maybe we can see it once in this life. If we seize the opportunity, we must get a leaf.
"Who are you?" came a rich voice.
Yu Xiaolong was so frightened that he almost spat out blood and sat on the ground, covering his chest.
"You...who are you?" Yu Xiaolong asked tremblingly.
"I am the tree you want to hurt." The voice came from all directions, but the specific location could not be found.
"What? Are you this thousand-year-old ginkgo tree?" Yu Xiaolong looked around and couldn't find the source.
"Who are you?" the other party asked again.
"Hello, fairy...I am Yu Xiaolong. Master Yunmucuo asked me to come...get...get a leaf." Yu Xiaolong did not dare to hide it.
"Is this happening? Why did you let a baby Xiao Mao come here?" The voice sounded surprised.
Baby fur?
Yu Xiaolong shook his head speechlessly. Although he is young, he is not like a baby, right? But it is understandable.
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The trees have turned into spirits, so there seems to be nothing wrong with calling them this way.
"Uh... Immortal, Master Yunmucuo asked me to come, otherwise I wouldn't have known you were still here." Yu Xiaolong said politely.
"Why does this old bald donkey let everyone in?" The voice sounded a little depressed.
It's not strange to be a thousand-year-old tree spirit, but it's funny to talk like this. This is not an old god, he is obviously a replica of Zhou Kai.
"Forget it, since you are able to come here at such a young age, it is quite extraordinary. I believe the old bald donkey didn't make a mistake." The voice still came from all directions.
"Hey, thank you, old god." Yu Xiaolong smiled.
"Why are you laughing? You are an old god, you are old!" came an angry voice.
"I was wrong...but can you come out, old god? It's like I'm talking to the air, it's awkward." Yu Xiaolong pouted.
"Huh? This is the first time in so many years that I have seen someone speak to me like this. You can do it!" A figure appeared in front of Yu Xiaolong.
He looked like a handsome man in his twenties or thirties, standing there with his hands behind his back.
"What are you here for?" The man raised his head and thought.
"God, you finally came out. I came here to pick a leaf." Yu Xiaolong chuckled, but he knew that this must be an illusion.
"You want my leaves?" The man smiled slightly.
"Yes, I hope the gods will show mercy." Yu Xiaolong scratched his head and looked at him.
"Haha... I won't give it."
"Thank you...huh? No?" Yu Xiaolong stood there in confusion.
"Yeah, I won't give it." The man dismissed it.
"Master Yunmucuo asked me to come here." Yu Xiaolong quickly reminded him, for fear that the other party wouldn't know.
"Yes, I know he asked you to come in, but that doesn't mean I will definitely let you in." The man said casually.
"This...such a big tree, is it okay to give me a leaf?" Yu Xiaolong said depressedly.
"You have so much meat on your body, can you give me a piece of it?" The man looked at him.
"...Have you given it to everyone who came before?" Yu Xiaolong refused to give up.
"Not necessarily!" The man shook his head, very much like Zhou Kai's cynicism.
"Then ask the gods, how can you give it to me?" Yu Xiaolong was unwilling to give it up.
"Just beat me." The man smiled.
"Aren't you making things difficult for me? You are a thousand-year-old ginkgo tree and a god. How can I, an ordinary person with low moral standards, defeat you?" Yu Xiaolong said with a frown.