The wind blew wildly in my ears, and the cranes hummed low.
After suppressing the cluttered fragments of images in her head, Bai Wu slowly opened her eyes.
For a moment, silver light suddenly appeared, and the world was filled with whiteness.
Only then did she realize.
Tushan has entered winter.
But the strange thing is that the Netherworld tree under her body is still blooming with bright yellow stamens, and the radiance it emits is so bright that people can't take their eyes away.
Although the blooming and falling of the ancient spirit tree's flowers cannot be measured by seasons, the dark spirit tree rarely blooms, and she has only seen it once after staying in Tushan for so long.
Moreover, the flowering period of the Nether Spirit Tree is very short, lasting only one day and one night. She originally thought that the last time she hurriedly returned to see the flowers blooming was the last time she saw them, but she didn't expect that she could still see them now.
After smacking her tongue, Bai Wu jumped down from the tree and landed on the ground carrying pieces of bright yellow petals.
"Xiao Hei Xiao Bai, where did you two go?"
Usually when she was around, these two guys would never stop chatting next to her. Why did she disappear once she came back?
However, the phoenix did not call out, but she called out a melodious music.
The cool sound of the piano mixed with the falling flowers poured out, like melting snow and springs, creating a beautiful spring scene.
Bai Wu was stunned for a moment. She walked half a circle around the huge tree trunk, and her sharp eyes caught a glimpse of a corner of white clothes peeking out from the tangled branches.
Although his master Qingfeng was a little similar to the folk art, he never wore such bland colors.
Tu Shan occasionally wears it, but that kid is tone-deaf and has trouble humming a tune, let alone playing the guqin.
But if it wasn’t them, who could it be?
Bai Wu walked lightly and tiptoed over.
Obviously she had been very careful, but the sound of the piano stopped suddenly. When she walked over, there was only a phoenix-tail glazed piano left under the tree.
"What are you doing, being so mysterious?"
As soon as she turned around, the fragrance slowly hit her face, and she suddenly bumped into a white figure.
My vision suddenly blurred, and I saw a man standing quietly under the tree among the fallen flowers all over the sky. He had black hair and white clothes, and a wind and air that was so cool that it put the melting winter snow all over the mountain to shame.
Bai Wu thought that when she saw him again, she would be as overwhelmed with emotions as she had been hundreds of years ago.
He will be very happy, very angry, and very hateful.
But there are none.
She was as calm as a stream of autumn water.
I even felt a little embarrassed.
If she kept being like this, she might be so embarrassed that she would dig a hole and jump in.
After all, bumping into your ex-boyfriend at home can make your mind go blank and you are at a loss.
Even though she has been through many battles.
"you"
When she was trying hard to think of words to break the ice, she moved her eyes upward and saw the man's eyes covered by white silk. She was stunned and blurted out, "Are you blind?"
Great, if you are blind, you won't be able to see the dazed and overwhelmed look on her face.
Little did he know that Mo Huai, who had reached the realm of immortal magic, no longer needed the naked eye to identify objects. Even if his eyes were completely destroyed, he could still discern objects thousands of miles away.
But he didn't intend to expose it. He just put his fist to his lips and coughed lowly, "My eyes are really not good."
"Oh." Bai Wu nodded knowingly, not intending to continue questioning, and turned around to leave.
Seeing her indifferent and cold expression, Mo Huai suddenly thought of dozens of endings that made him regretful.
His heart palpitating, he quickly grabbed the other person's raised sleeve.
"Ah Wu."
Bai Wu paused, turned her head, and looked at his hand holding her sleeve in bewilderment.
It seems that five hundred years ago, she grabbed the other person's snow-white sleeves several times just like now.
But not once did I look back.
So, she sneered, raised her eyebrows and looked at the jade-faced man, "Emperor, what do you mean?"
"Awu, me."
Bai Wu looked at him who was hesitant to speak. She was silent for a moment, then raised her sleeves to brush away his hand and smiled.
"Since the emperor wants to talk to me so much, then I will have a good talk with you."
She originally planned to treat him as a transparent person and not pursue the case, but he still insisted on hitting the gun.
Then don't blame her for being unkind.
"Were you the Taoist priest who killed me?"
"You and my master teamed up to get me into those strange worlds, right?"
"I was just wondering, why are you working so hard to do this?"
"Didn't you always want to distance yourself from me before?"
The repeated questioning made Mo Huai sway. He eagerly wanted to grab the hand of the woman in front of him, but his fingertips only touched a few wisps of cold wind.
He moved his lips and said slowly: "I have never wanted to kill you."
"Oh, really?" Bai Wu pointed to her chest, "I still remember the pain of that sword blow."
There is no way not to remember.
If she had not entered the small world, I am afraid she would have become a skeleton by now.
How could this person have the nerve to tell her that he didn't hurt her without blushing?
Mo Huai lowered his hands and gradually calmed down.
He raised his head and looked at the towering ancient trees beside him. Although it was already the depths of winter, they were still as green as in midsummer.
"You know, the Nether Spirit Tree can only kill people and revive their bones." He said in a clear voice, "Only if you die can it save you."
Bai Wu frowned.
It was not because of Mo Huai's contradictory words, but because she remembered what her master Qingfeng had told her about the origin of the ancient Netherworld tree.
In ancient times, Shen Nong tasted hundreds of herbs and eventually died of poison and was buried in the wilderness.
And his incorruptible body gradually absorbed the essence of heaven and earth and grew into a lush ancient tree.
It's for the underworld.
Ming Ling was born when heaven and earth were first divided. After tens of thousands of years of nourishment by spiritual energy, it has possessed divine power that circulates through the ages.
In addition, it is a rare miracle medicine, but it has a shortcoming that makes the world timid - only the dead can receive the blessing of the tree spirit.
This ridiculous condition daunted everyone. Gradually, the ghost spirit faded away from the myth, and in the eyes of the world, it became an ancient tree with no other function except its long lifespan.
Tushan gradually developed into a spiritual treasure place next to this tree and became the habitat of the fox fairy clan.
But what does this have to do with her?
Seeing the doubt in Bai Wu's eyes, Mo Huai pursed his lips and spoke again.
"Since you escaped from the Demon Realm, your spiritual veins have been cut off, and the end is approaching. Qingfeng came to me and told me this solution, but you at that time..." He paused, as if he couldn't think of anything to replace it for a while, so he just
Neng turned around and said, "We were afraid that you would be unwilling, so we came up with this strategy to help you repair your spiritual veins."
Bai Wu laughed again.
"Emperor, don't even think about using the words you and Master colluded with in advance to trick me."
"It's true that my spiritual veins are damaged, but it's not to the point of dying. What's more, even if I die, what does it have to do with you?"
"Why doesn't it matter?" Mo Huai took a step forward, seeming a little nervous, "I——"
"Stop it." Bai Wu raised her hand to stop him. "I know that the emperor cares about the world. He must think that my spiritual veins were damaged because of you, so you want to make it up to me."
"But I'll leave it here."
"I deserve the damage to my spiritual veins. It's because I was young and ignorant, and blindly pursued love that caused scars all over my body."
"This is something I asked for. It has nothing to do with you or anyone else. Please take back your pitiful sympathy."
