Butterfly Dream of Longevity Tribulation

Mu Zili shook his head slightly to signal that she didn't need to say any more, and then said to Gu Huai, "I have condensed my Qi to form. Although I have practiced for more than ten thousand years, it is not really hard work. As for the matter of cultivating immortals, I am not against you. It's just... ..." Speaking of this, it happened that there was a gust of wind, and the fragrance of bamboo wafted into his nostrils, which made his heart stagnate, and the past was vivid in his memory.

In the depths of my memory, there was a god with black hair and white clothes who found a Wangyou Bamboo with excellent qualifications in the Wangyou Bamboo Forest in the 77th Heaven, poured it with divine power, and built his magic weapon—a weapon that could Playing the bamboo flute of Wangyou.

He remembered that on the day when the magic weapon was created, the white-clothed god had a warm smile on his face and played a melodious melody of nature in the bamboo forest.

A wisp of the vibe of the flute has since hovered in the bamboo forest and never dissipated.

Tens of thousands of years later, when the white-clothed god returned to the bamboo forest again, he lost the smile and vigor of the past. His white hair fluttered in the wind, and his handsome eyes were full of sorrow.

When he played the piece of Wangyou again, the tune was extremely sad and heart-wrenching.

The wisp of aura left in his tunes tens of thousands of years ago followed the sound, entangled with the unspeakably miserable aura of today, and derived a unique aura in this world.

This spiritual energy was still drifting with the wind when it first gained spiritual consciousness, and when it passed through the Nine Heavens, it heard a few little fairies discussing in private the various past events of Wangyou Shangshen Moli and his disciple Xue Guo'er.

Only then did he know who it was that played the Wangyou Song in the forest that day.

I understood the joy of his playing Wangyou for the first time, and also understood his pain afterwards.It turns out that being a God of the Nine Heavens, you will also be disturbed by love and suffer from love.

Afterwards, he floated down the Nine Heavens with the wind, and broke into Leaving Realm in a daze.Blessed by thousands of wood spirits departing from the territory, he absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon to practice, and slowly transforms into a human form.

On that day, Wangyou Shangshen was suffering and sad because of the word love.

Therefore, when he left Jiuchongtian with the wind, he secretly vowed that he would never be emotional and never cultivate immortality.

The way of longevity is useless to him.

After Mu Zili finished explaining the origin of his life experience, Shimeng's purple eyes almost watered down, and stared at him blankly, no wonder when seeing him for the first time, when he was still hiding in the dead wood, he felt that he was quite different, He clearly has profound spiritual power and consummate magic arts, but he doesn't think about cultivating immortals. She even quarreled loudly with him on the streets of Bingzhou because of this.

But he never expected that he would have such a wonderful past.

Everything in this world is strange, but he is the strangest of the strangest.

When she was in modern times, she only knew that there was a legend in ancient times that a stubborn stone could be cultivated into a spirit, but she didn't expect that this wood spirit was condensed by a tune of Wangyou.

When he was amazed, he felt sorry for him. For tens of thousands of years, he had been entangled in the grief of that God Wangyou and couldn't extricate himself from it, and even the matter of cultivating immortals stayed away.

It must be known that the temptation of becoming a fairy is by no means comparable to that of a demon.

But he was able to remain calm all the time, and Si Meng secretly admired him a little more in his heart.

"I see! No wonder... no wonder..." Gu Huai patted his shoulder and smiled knowingly, "Lao Gu's eyesight is clumsy, I thought it was just a coincidence. Do you know that your appearance is nine times the same as that of your teacher Wangyou Shangshen?" Resemblance?"

Mu Zili lowered his head slightly, showing a little shyness, "Shangxian forgives the sin, this is not what Zili did on purpose, or Zili came from the melody of the God of forgetting worries, so he unintentionally inherited the appearance of the God without knowing it."

Gu Huai waved his hands when he heard the words, signaling that he doesn't have to blame himself, "This matter is determined by God, you don't need to worry about it. It's just that I thought you were just an ordinary wood spirit, but I didn't want to have such a relationship with my teacher. So, It is fate. Tens of thousands of years ago, when you gave birth to your spiritual consciousness from the melody of Wangyou, it was already destined to be the fate of you and me today! Now I also know why you resist the matter of cultivating immortals, but there is no need to be like this. For You only know one part of the past and don’t know the other.”

"Oh?! Hearing what the Immortal said, could it be..." Mu Zili has been away from Nine Heavens for thousands of years, and he doesn't know what happened to Mo Li and Xue Guoer after that, and he still thinks that Mo Li is in misery.

I saw Gu Huai raised his head and smiled, and said: "About 1000 years after the war between immortals and demons, my master searched all over the six worlds, and finally found an ancient cold jade in the bitter cold place of Beiming, using the cold jade as a medium for the fruit The immortal body has been reshaped. At this moment, the two of them are hidden in the Wangyou Mountain, how happy and happy they are! It's hard for you, little monster, to care about them for more than ten thousand years."

As soon as he said this, Mu Zili was sure of his belief, his frowning brows suddenly relaxed, and the worry in his eyes disappeared without a trace, "That's good! That's good!" The joy he felt when the soldier was born came to his mind again.

He is originally the aura formed by the condensed rhyme of the flute, and the feelings of the most sorrowful and joyful have arisen for tens of thousands of years only because of Wangyoushangshen.

Now that he heard the joy of Shangshen, he was naturally also very happy.

Aware of his changes, Rumeng secretly let go, this knot has been in his heart for thousands of years, today he has obtained the power of the gods, and finally untied it, it is indeed worthy of joy.

When Mu Zili looked at Limeng, warmth slowly flowed through his heart, he secretly took her hand hidden under the cloud sleeve, and looked up at Gu Huai.

"If the immortal does not give up, Zili wants to join Meng'er in worshiping under Wangyou's sect!" After finishing speaking, he already pulled Meng'er and knelt down.

Simeng secretly rejoices, this wood is not too stupid, and knows to think of himself at critical moments.

But seeing the two of them bent over and kowtowed, Gu Huai just smiled and said nothing.

After a long while, I could only hear the childish voice of a spiritual song coming from above my head, "Master, don't just smile, but say something? Since Brother Mu agreed to apprentice, you will be a good person to the end, and accept them together!"

Like a dream raised his head slightly, tilted his head to look at the spiritual song through the afterglow of the setting sun, and thought to himself, good spiritual song, good spiritual song, it is really worthy of my sister's sincere treatment of you for so long.

Finally, a pair of strong hands lifted the two of them up slowly, the beard on their lips trembled again and again, looked at the two with a smile, and said: "I think today is an excellent day, no wonder today when the lower realm passes through the Tianmen Xingjun congratulated me three times. I was still surprised, thinking that this time I would make a great contribution, but I didn't expect that I would accept three good disciples! Haha! No matter! Although you are demons, you have a heart Good fruit, knowing how to do good and help the poor in the world is really precious. Especially Zili, who originally came from my Wangyou sect, and by chance, can still worship under my seat today. Master and the elderly will be happy when they know about it in the future! "

Simeng got up, her purple eyes were fixed on Gu Huai's expression all the time, for fear that he would not agree to Mu Zili's request, and would look down on her, this evil little butterfly demon.

But when he finished speaking, he couldn't wait to kneel down on the ground, and kowtowed heavily: "Disciple pays homage to Master!"

Seeing that she was more impatient than Lingge, Gu Huai tapped her head lightly twice, angrily said: "You butterfly monster, since you are an apprentice, how can you not even be willing to invite him to drink a cup of apprentice tea?"