Villain Boss: Start from the East Undefeated

Chapter 615 You stepped on me...

Jiuhua Immortal Sect, Cyanwood Peak.

Cyanwood Peak is said to be a mountain peak, but it is actually a mountain range.

In other words, around the nine main peaks of Jiuhua Xianzong, there are endless mountain ranges.

At each peak, apart from the main peak towering into the sky, there are more than a hundred low hills in a row.

Whether it is winter or spring, Aoki Peak is always green as its name suggests.

Looking around, it looks like a dormant green dragon that can soar into the sky at any time.

“Beautiful scenery!”

On the main peak, where you can touch the top of the clouds by raising your hand, Dongfang stood quietly in a long blue dress.

A touch of moisture, with the wind on the top of the mountain, curled up the black hair, and the blue dress, and danced.

Let Dongfang's fair and tender face and long black hair be stained with a trace of rain and dew.

Occasionally, the sun shines through the clouds and mist, which makes Dongfang's whole body sparkle, which is extraordinarily charming.

Like the most delicate flower in the world, it blooms silently against the wind, dew and sunshine.

"What a beautiful person!"

Dongfang admired the beautiful scenery, but he didn't know that there was also a woman standing in the deep cloud, admiring her silently.

The incomparably beautiful scenery is just an embellishment.

Real beauty, embellished with real beauties.

"This girl... I don't know how many young handsome people will be fascinated!"

Wen Ting sighed endlessly, with brilliance shining in her eyes, she looked at the blue shadow on the top of the mountain.

Even as a woman, she felt sick after getting along with her these few days.

Moreover, the more ill he became, the more he felt that Dongfang's every move was full of magical power, which made people yearn for it.

Having practiced for nearly 200 years, even though she considers herself to be firm, Wen Ting still has some doubts at this moment.

"I, Wen Ting... fell in love with someone?"

"Is this person... still a woman?"

Thinking of this, Wen Ting couldn't help showing a bit of bitterness on her face.

Grandpa Wen Jiu always hoped that she would be normal, find someone she likes to marry, and add more people to the Wen family.

If Wen Jiu knew that he had unknowingly fallen in love with Dongfang, he didn't know what his expression would be.

"These days... It's better to separate, otherwise I really can't help but give her to..."

Thinking of this, Wen Ting's eyes lit up, and she shook her head hastily.

Suddenly, there was a kind of anger in my heart, why I am not a man.

Dongfang didn't know that someone was secretly watching him, and even wanted to do something to him.

Even if he knew it, he probably wouldn't take it seriously, so at this moment, what he was thinking in his mind was always how to draw a character.

He even felt that the process of comprehending painting is actually the process of comprehending life.

Normally, no one cares about the wild flowers and vegetation in the mountains.

But just like this, these things gave this Cyanwood Peak a life and a rich vitality.

And he wants to realize this sense of life and paint it.

"There are more than two months until the Golden Elixir Ceremony...the coming-of-age ceremony, to deal with a group of men...Forget it!"

Dongfang shook his head, raised his feet and walked aimlessly along the mountain peak, towards the distance.

no purpose.

Wherever there is a strong vitality, he will go there.

To feel, to understand.

Like a fairy walking in the mountain stream, the essence of grass and trees turns into buds for its steps.

The fragrance of hundreds of flowers turns into petals, adorning its whole body.

Gorgeous.

"Hmm... where is this?"

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Dongfang paused and stopped at the entrance of a mountain stream.

Looking into the mountain stream, there are flowers all over the mountains and plains.

It is colorful, and swarms of bees are flying among the flowers.

The whole mountain stream is like a sea of ​​flowers.

"It's... so beautiful here!"

Dongfang didn't know how to describe it, but felt that none of the flowers in the mountains and plains were repeated.

Even though they look similar, the appearance of the flowers is somewhat different.

Subconsciously, Dongfang took out his brush and drawing board, and looked at everything in the mountain stream.

The paintbrush in his hand also began to slide slowly.

Unknown flowers slowly appear on the paper.

After an unknown amount of time, the brush in Dongfang's hand suddenly stopped, looking at the drawing board in front of him, he felt a little dazed.

I don't think so at first glance.

But after painting on the drawing board, he suddenly discovered that there is a bulge in the center of the mountain stream.

There are hundreds of flowers all around, but they are all embellishing the bulge.

"This...why does it look like a tomb?"

Looking at the scene on the drawing board, Dongfang murmured in surprise.

"It is indeed a tomb!"

At some point, a hunched old man appeared in the mountain stream, looking at Dongfang Qingyu with a smile on his face.

He was holding a small and exquisite shovel in his hand, and he was carrying a pannier on his back, which was full of unknown flowers.

Walking staggeringly in the mountain stream, bending over from time to time, pushing up a piece of soil, and planting a flower.

Like a gardener.

Every movement is extremely serious, as if those flowers are his lovers.

"Old man... you planted all the flowers in this mountain stream by yourself?"

Dongfang asked, his pupils became more and more suspicious.

This mountain stream is too big to be seen at a glance, but the same is true for the flowers.

"Yes! She likes flowers, so I planted them all, hoping she won't be lonely!"

The old man didn't hide anything, and there was no sadness in his eyes.

As if talking about an ordinary thing, he did not forget to warn Dongfang: "You can come in, but don't step on those flowers!"

"Also... although your paintings are beautiful, they have no heart!"

As the old man said, he took a few steps forward with the basket on his back, then bowed down, and planted another flower.

While planting, he said: "I collected these flowers from all over the world, some are just wild flowers on the roadside, and some are just slightly strange weeds, but in my eyes, they all have a unique beauty!"

Dongfang paused slightly when he heard the words, then stepped carefully and came behind the old man.

Watching the old man carefully, like caring for a lover, planting flowers and plants.

Every plant tries its best to do its best.

Without using any magic power, the whole process was smooth and smooth, as if immersed in this way for hundreds of years.

"What's the old man's name?"

Looking at the old man in front of him, Dongfang felt that this should be the hidden boss of Jiuhua Immortal Sect.

Collecting flowers from all over the world and planting them here requires not only energy, but also the ability to travel around the world.

The old man in front of him, he can't feel the reality, but at least it should be in the void.

"Others call me Old Man Xiao, but you can call me that too!"

The old man turned around and glanced at Dongfang, and smiled gently.

"Xiao... the old man is from the Xiao family?"

Dongfang was surprised, when did the Xiao family have such an old man.

He has broken through to transform into a god, comparable to this world's transforming god and Dongxu, and the two realms are united.

But he couldn't feel the strength of the old man.

It looks ordinary, like an ordinary flower farmer and gardener, but the movements are natural, almost like the law.

"Xiao? My surname is Xiao, not Xiao from the Xiao family!"

The old man shook his head, with a gentle expression, pointing to the flower under his feet and said: "This flower is called Qianlinghua. I took it from Shiwanda Mountain and took good care of it, so it blooms so beautifully!"

"The flower next to it is called Nanshan Chrysanthemum, which I brought from the Southern Region, and the one called Moyun, which I took from the Western Region..."

The old man knows so many treasures that he remembers every one of them clearly, and even knows the name of each one.

Dongfang followed behind him. The old man obviously didn't say anything about the big tomb in the center, but Dongfang felt a heavy emotion.

This mountain of flowers seems to contain the inexplicable and inexhaustible friendship of the old man.

The old man seemed to like Dongfang very much, and he also wanted to give advice to Dongfang. He took Dongfang around the mountain streams, and finally stepped on the big grave in the center.

The next moment, the old man turned his head, looked at Dongfang, and said with a smile: "You stepped on my wife's leg!"

(End of this chapter)