Butterfly Dream of Longevity Tribulation

As if dreaming that this dead tree was shining brightly all over his body, he became more and more curious, and stepped forward to tease him again, but was stopped by Yifeng with a smile, "There is no limit to the distance, and it is fate to meet here today, why don't we all get drunk together? .”

"Okay, okay! Get drunk! Hurry up! Chongchong, change some wine cups out!" Simeng urged Yifeng while shaking the pear blossom brew in his hand.

"The moonlight is very beautiful tonight, why don't you go to the clouds and enjoy the moon while drinking!" When Yifeng spoke, he was already flying into the sky with Rumeng Yufeng, and Mu Zili followed closely behind.

He flew up suddenly, and was so frightened that he clung to his body like an octopus in a dream, for fear that he would fall from the air if he moved slightly.

"Sure enough, the moonlight is like water. You have to get very drunk tonight to live up to the kindness of the Moon Palace Fairy. Haha!"

Like Meng was originally a little afraid of heights, and didn't dare to look around, but at this moment, he was infected by the hearty laughter of the dead tree beside him.

Slowly looking up, I saw the bright moon shining softly among the clouds, which warmed my heart beyond words.

As the saying goes, raise your glass to invite the bright moon, and you will form three people facing each other.

Among the clouds, Simeng and Yifeng are sitting cross-legged, but the piece of dead elm is between them, and the dead branch on the top of the "head" is swaying with the wind. This situation is really funny to Simeng.

The pure and delicious pear blossoms were stuffed into his stomach, and the withered elm was shining with green light all over his body. Like a dream, he wanted to pull the dead branches on his "head" several times in jokes, but was stopped by Yifeng.

In the end, unable to withstand Simeng's begging, Mu Zili had no choice but to explain why he was trapped by that elm tree.

The story originally happened 100 years ago in Departure.

In other words, at the end of that day, Mu Zili closed his eyes and rested under an ancient elm tree after sunbathing.

Unexpectedly, this day coincided with the time when the old elm tree was flying to the immortals, and the earth-shattering thunder burned the elm tree beyond recognition, it was horrible.

Poor Mu Zili just leaned on the old elm tree and took a nap, but was knocked unconscious by a piece of dead elm tree falling from the air.

It will be several days before he wakes up again.

At that time, the old elm tree failed the catastrophe, and his soul was scattered. Poorly, his trunk was also destroyed by the thunder, leaving only a huge hollow tree hole.

But he was trapped in that section of dead wood, never to see the light of day again.

However, fortunately, he is indifferent by nature, and he is not surprised by sorrow or joy.

Although I was trapped in the dead wood and couldn't get out, I didn't feel sad. I still occasionally traveled in the forest against the wind to relax, or when the moon was shining brightly at night, I enjoyed the moonlight among the floating clouds.

When the tree spirits, flower spirits and even some bird and insect spirits who practiced around saw this scene for the first time, their faces turned pale with fright, and they all rushed to tell each other, thinking that some big monster had come from the border.But after a long time, they found that it was just a piece of elm wood that had long since decayed, and no one cared about it.

In this way, 100 years have passed.

After listening to his story, Simeng lay on his back among the clouds and sighed long: "Wood, you have cultivated for tens of thousands of years? Why don't you think of a way to get out? Don't you feel uncomfortable after being bored in for so long? Doesn’t it itch? Then you haven’t bathed in 100 years? Sigh..."

As soon as he said this, he saw that the withered elm was glowing with green light again, and the white clouds under his feet were changed color by his green light.

Yifeng couldn't help becoming curious, and said to Rumeng: "Meng'er, brother Mu, he hasn't cultivated his actual shape yet! Otherwise, how could he be willing to be trapped in this dead tree!"

At this moment, Mu Zili was lying between them, the withered black branch swayed again and again, explaining: "I am invisible, so I am the same wherever I am!"

"..."

Simeng tilted his head and thought for a long time, but still couldn't understand what he meant.

In other words, he probably never took a bath...

……

This night, the three of them talked about the destruction of the Rakshasa clan from the beginning of the six realms, and from the battle between immortals and demons to the vicissitudes of the world...

When talking about the human world, she saw her purple eyes overflowing with brilliance, and her frothy words flew freely, making Mu Zili and Yifeng's eyes straighten, yearning extremely.

Therefore, the three of them unanimously decided that they must find an auspicious day to sneak out of the country and take a good tour of the world.

Speaking of the excitement, Simeng suddenly felt a feeling of resentment for seeing each other late, wishing to be married to Jinlan with the two of them, and live and die together.

But when she expressed this idea, Yifeng flatly rejected it. The reason turned out to be that he would like to live and die with Meng'er, but he could never become a brother and sister.

Naturally, Xiangmeng knew the small calculations in his heart, he must have feelings for this purple jade butterfly, so he didn't want to be sworn brothers.

It's just that he didn't expect that the black dead elm also rejected her kindness, and asked him the reason, but he couldn't understand.

Like Meng made himself boring, so he didn't bring up this matter any more.

That night, they drank until the moon moved eastward, and the sun was just rising, before they each fell into a deep sleep.

At noon the next day, Mengmeng and Yifeng were woken up by the sound of piano and drums shaking the sky.

It was like a dream when she was still hungover and her head was swollen. When she heard the sound of drum music, it was like thousands of man-eating ants were gnawing at her brain. She couldn't help screaming, turned over and sat up , poked half of his head out of the floating clouds, and yelled at the drum band in the forest: "Knock knock! A disturbing dream in the morning! Do you understand etiquette, justice and shame? Didn't your teacher teach it? Did you understand the five principles and four beauties? Polite fellow! Is anyone in charge?"

Yifeng was originally looking at the blue sky with his eyes half open, hesitating whether to get up, but he flew up immediately after hearing her curse.

Seeing the purple clothed woman in front of her at this moment with hair like a bird's nest, momentum like a tiger, her face flushed, her hands on her hips foaming at the clouds, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, Meng'er is really extraordinary.

Just as he was about to speak, he was kicked off the cloud by Mengmeng himself, and the harsh wind in his ear was mixed with Mengxiang's instructions, "Smelly caterpillar, hurry up and see who it is, it's early in the morning Neighbors who are disturbed cannot live in peace."