Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

The atmosphere was tense for a moment.

The little clay figures did not dare to go back into the bamboo basket. They either huddled in the man's arms or grabbed his clothes.

A little clay figure looked at the wood spirit curiously, then slowly came over and said, "Hello, I'm a clay spirit."

The two little clay hands were behind the back, looking shy.

Two extremely soft balls of light held up the little clay figure, and Mu Ling stroked his tiny clay head with his fuzzy light green hands.

The breath was too gentle, and the little clay figurine unconsciously rubbed it with his cheek, "I like your breath."

Like a mother.

The innocent smile of the clay figurine was still in front of him. Mu Ling felt a lump in his throat and reached out to touch it, but the scene in his dream suddenly changed.

The water flows rapidly, and one can see the prohibitions and laws that cover the sky and the sun in the mortal world, rolling in the clouds like black iron chains, which is intimidating and shocking.

The closer we got, the clearer and more shocking the images of the destroyed houses and the bodies floating on the water became.

The mortals who once lived in joy in the mortal world were powerless in the face of the disaster and died under the pressure of the flood.

Mu Ling was filled with grief and couldn't help but burst into tears.

The little clay figurine wiped away her tears nervously. "Are you crying? Don't cry. We have suppressed the flood for a hundred years. We will definitely suppress it again. No one will be harmed by it anymore."

"In the final analysis, it was all because of my carelessness that the demon bamboo took advantage of the opportunity and I was unable to suppress the flood in time, causing the deaths of innocent people. All the faults were caused by me alone."

"The flood must be suppressed. Girl, can you do me a favor?" The man's face was difficult to recognize in the darkness, and he asked.

Mu Ling nodded: "I will obey the orders of the Immortal Master."

In the blur of dreams, that clear male voice sounded again.

"I can't enter in person, please help me, young lady."

The man pointed his finger and chanted the sword-controlling technique. With the help of the magic bamboo, he used the bamboo sword to split the ban on the mortal world's magic and Taoism into a gap.

As the green light became brighter, Mu Ling felt that the sky was spinning and the earth was turning. When he fell down again, his body had entered the mortal world, in the midst of a raging flood.

"The cause and effect must be resolved, so I will give you an opportunity to repay your kindness in saving me."

The words fell.

A long and narrow bamboo leaf floated down, its edge as sharp as a blade, and under the control of spiritual power, it carefully carved the wooden board.

The green light quickly surrounded and cut through, and wood chips flew up and down.

Hair, face, dress.

A wooden statue of a gentle and beautiful woman seems to be created by nature, with a quiet smile.

"Thank you, Immortal Master."

"It's just a small favor. I still need your help to drive the flood away from the mortal world. Sorry for the rudeness."

Under the gray rain curtain, in the murky rain water.

An astonishing green light burst out from the crack in the sky. The green light, so bright that it was impossible to look directly at, was injected into the body of the wooden statue. The wooden statue moved, and she slowly raised her arms.

Amidst a loud bang, green light appeared with an irresistible force that overturned the heaven and earth, and pushed away the huge waves caused by the flood.

The green-robed monk used the body of the wood spirit to push out a palm strike, which not only repelled the water monster, but also indirectly opened up the twelve spiritual veins in the wood spirit's body, allowing her to practice smoothly in the future.

The dream swirls and floats around.

"This time we used the power of the demon bamboo to suppress the flood. Only half of the Shenling mud, the core of the formation, needs to be used..." The man's voice slowed down.

"I go!"

"I go!"

"I'll suppress it!"

"Let me go!"

"I'm the best fit!"

……

The little clay people all started scrambling for it.

"No one is allowed to quarrel! I'm the oldest, and we, the older brothers, will go. Second, third, fourth, fifth, let's go!"

"It's settled, let's go!"

"I hope you can take care of the remaining brothers."

"You have suppressed floods for a hundred years, and your merits are immeasurable. Qingping would like to express our deep gratitude to all those who have benefited from it.

Nanshan Immortal Qiao has a noble character and is a friend of mine who has known me for many years. After hearing about your righteousness, he is willing to carve out a piece of heaven and earth in the garden for the rest of the mud spirits to cultivate. "

"Is it the Nanshan Qiao Garden, which is known as the Thousand Spring Wood Realm and is a place where all spirits can practice?"

"Exactly."

"In that case, thank you sir on behalf of my brothers."

The leading little clay figure looked back in front of the huge formation and bowed seriously to the man.

Then he took the four little clay figures and jumped into the formation without looking back.

This is their birth mission and no one can escape it.

They have been suppressing floods for more than 300 years, and have gradually become wiser during these long years. Although the world is so big, they are trapped in a small space and depend on each other.

For a hundred years, I have not seen the green grass and trees, nor have I understood the nature of human beings. Perhaps I will just live my whole life in this noisy and ignorant way.

However, some people forcibly released the restrictions of the formation in order to divert the disaster away.

The floods broke out, and no one was controlling them, causing countless deaths.

The monk brought the little clay figures all the way here in pursuit of the flood, and it is time to put this matter to rest.

It was just by chance this time that half of the little clay figures were able to break free from their hundreds of years of mission.

But the confusion about the future that followed made the little clay man feel lost and at a loss.

The corner of his clothes was gently tugged by a small hand.

“I don’t want to go to Nanshan.”

The man lowered his head and asked it seriously, "Why don't you want to go to Nanshan? The spiritual energy there is rich and suitable for all spirits to practice. You all have a hundred years of merit, so your practice will definitely be twice as effective with half the effort. This is a rare opportunity."

"Although it's the best place to go, I want to stay here and protect the mortals together."

It said with a firm look: "I want to stay."

Guarding the mortals, and also... accompanying my brothers.

The man shook his head. “I can’t promise you that. If anything goes wrong here, I’ll feel really guilty.”

"Xiao Shi, come with the brothers, so that they can take care of you."

"Don't say that the gentleman disagrees. We won't agree to it either."

"We won't be at ease if you're alone."

"It's okay, you will take care of me, right?" The little clay man climbed onto Mu Ling's hand with hope in his eyes.

Mu Ling stood up, straightened her hairpins and skirt, and bowed to the man, "Just now you asked me what I wanted, now I have thought about it."

"I want a child."