The black-bellied peasant girl is reborn, and her weird relatives are mad

"Master, the people have left, and the barrier has been set."

The little boy in green clothes came to the woods in the backyard leading to the back mountain and reported to Po Chen who was standing with his back to him.

"Hmm..." Po Chen turned around, stared at him with a stern face and asked, "It's been two hundred years. You took the initiative to ask me to stay with you. Do you regret it?"

Qingyi bowed respectfully and said, "My disciple has never regretted it."

“Ah…” Pochen sighed heavily, and then said, “You and Qingshan were a pair, and she left you behind and followed that man alone. Now you have ended up with your soul torn apart. Can you…”

"Master, I am willing. Sister has always had good intentions. She does not want her benefactor to be convicted because of us. I have never blamed her."

When Po Chen heard his words, his expression brightened up a little.

He reached out and patted Qingyi's shoulder, nodded approvingly at him, and then said, "You are a good boy. You, come with me."

After saying this, he turned around and walked away, his steps quick yet steady.

Qingyi hurriedly followed, and the two of them came to the courtyard and stood in front of the large celadon flowerpot in the corner of the wall.

Qingyi bowed three times and said with a gentle face: "Thank you for your care for a hundred years, Master. I bid you farewell. I wish you peace and health."

Po Chen helped the man up and said in a reproachful tone: "What's the point of saying goodbye? We still live in the same courtyard. We will see each other sooner or later."

Qingyi bowed to him again and turned into a green light and entered the big flowerpot.

A strange scene appeared. A seedling grew in the large flowerpot at a speed visible to the naked eye. Its branches and leaves stretched upward. In a blink of an eye, the seedling was one foot taller than the withered sapling next to it. The roots of the new seedling were entangled with the withered roots. In an instant, the two seedlings were connected by the same roots and branches, and their lives were connected.

Pochen smiled with satisfaction, took out the nectar water he had prepared earlier, and poured it into the flowerpot. Seeing that the branches and leaves were greener than before, he smiled indifferently and turned away.

He returned to the main hall, sat on the futon, and closed his eyes to rest. But when he closed his eyes, the events that happened two hundred years ago appeared in his mind, and he was restless and unable to calm down.

He opened his eyes reluctantly, walked to the inner room, took out a scroll from the cabinet, placed it on the desk and gently opened it.

"The past is over, it's time to burn you."

The scroll was an inanimate object and could not understand his words. It lay quietly on the desk without moving.

Po Chen glanced across the picture, closed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and threw the scroll into the brazier.

Just as the flames were engulfing the scroll, the scene on the picture seemed to move, floating from the scroll into the air, as if to reenact what happened that year before Pochen's eyes.

Tang Zhongbai, dressed in a green shirt, looked grim in the sea of ​​flowers. Fairies in colorful clothes hurriedly came and went to take care of a fairy plant with yellow leaves. Some watered her, some injected her with fairy power, and some gathered in groups of three or two to think of ways to bring her back to life.

However, they tried every possible way and used every possible means, but the scorched yellow fairy plant remained unchanged.

A woman in yellow shirt hurried over from a distance and reported to Tang Zhongbai, "Lord Hua, the God is coming soon, what should we do?"

Tang Zhongbai straightened his back, raised his head and looked determined, with a determination to burn his boats.

"This matter has nothing to do with you. I will bear the consequences."

"Flower Master, you can't do that." Everyone gathered around Xianshu after hearing her leave. "We will live and die together with Flower Master."

"We share life and death with the Flower Master..."

Everyone spoke in unison, and their determination to share the hard times resounded through the sky.

When they focused all their attention on Tang Zhongbai, behind them, next to the withered fairy tree, a young girl in a maroon skirt appeared from nowhere. The two big watery eyes on her pink face blinked twice, and she stared at the crowd about ten feet away without knowing what was going on, then she turned her gaze to the withered fairy tree in front of her.

She reached out her hand and gently stroked the withered yellow leaves, frowned, tilted her neck and thought for a while, and suddenly smiled softly. She raised her hands, and two strands of white light slowly flowed from her body into the fairy. After a moment, her face turned pale, and there was satisfaction in her eyes, but the light in her eyes gradually disappeared.

Her legs went limp, her expression tired, her body leaned back and she fell to the grass, her eyes closed and her breath barely fading.

At the moment she fell, the withered and yellowed fairy tree visibly returned to its original state, with its branches and leaves turning green. In just a moment, the fairy tree returned to its original appearance.

A flower fairy heard the noise and looked back, only to see that the fairy girl had returned to her original state, lush and green, with a few drops of dew dripping on her yellow-pink buds that were about to bloom, making her particularly dazzling among the flowers.

But for no reason, there appeared a small, lively jujube tree next to her.

The flower fairy exclaimed, "Look, Xianshu is alive."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and sure enough, the originally withered and yellow fairy was now green and lush. Everyone was a little dazed, as if she had always been like this and had never changed.

The crowd gathered around, but no one cared about the jujube sapling that was about to wither nearby.

Seeing that the sapling was about to be stepped on, Tang Zhongbai stretched out his hand and grabbed in mid-air, and the sapling appeared in his hand.

His eyes showed regret, and he stroked the sapling with his right hand, saying softly, "Did you help me? I brought you back just to let you absorb the essence of heaven and earth in a better environment and thrive. You used most of your energy to help me, how can I repay you?"

The sapling seemed to understand what he said. Its leaves shook and then there was no more movement.

Another immortal messenger came running over, "Flower Master, get ready quickly, the God will be here soon."

Tang Zhongbai waved his sleeves and the sapling disappeared.

Upon hearing this, the flower fairies packed up the flower pots, flower hoes and other miscellaneous items and put them into the flower room far away.

After tidying up their clothes, they stood in two rows behind Tang Zhongbai, ready to welcome him.

They had just finished packing when they saw a celestial horse pulling a magnificent golden carriage heading straight for the sea of ​​flowers from the distant horizon.

Tang Zhongbai led the other flower fairies to bow down and kowtow, "Welcome to the Lord God..."

The imperial carriage stopped, and the god and two divine messengers walked slowly towards him.

"I heard that my fairy is well taken care of by the Flower Master. I haven't seen her for many years. I came here today to see how she is doing. Please come in, Flower Master."

"Yes." Tang Zhongbai stood up, raised his eyes and peeked. Seeing that he had a kind face, he felt slightly relieved and made a gesture of invitation to him.

"God, please."

Seeing the fairy girl growing very well, the God smiled and nodded, approving Tang Zhongbai, "Thank you, Flower Master, for taking good care of her. It was indeed the right choice to hand her over to you. In the future, I will trouble you to pay more attention to her."

After reading it, he left a message and was about to leave, but was stopped by Tang Zhongbai's hesitant look. He stroked his white beard and smiled thoughtfully.

"Master Hua, if you have anything to say, just say it. There is no need to hide anything in front of an old man like me."

Tang Zhongbai thought over what he was going to say again and again before he said, "I know that the God is very concerned about this flower. Why don't you keep her with you? I will send a flower fairy to take care of her personally, and you can see her every day. I don't know..."

After saying this, he glanced at the God with timid eyes, but there was no expression on his face.

Just as he was about to instruct the red-dressed flower fairy closest to Xianshu to come forward and greet her, "Hongzhu, you..."

Before he could finish his words, the God Lord narrowed his eyes with a smile and interrupted him, "Why, the Flower Lord doesn't want to help me take care of it. It's just a flower, it has its own destiny, whether it is good or bad is not something you and I can decide."

The God walked up to him and said calmly, "Well, I'll make you a promise. If this flower's fate comes to an end in the future, please move it to a pot and personally deliver it to my palace. I am not a petty person, and I will definitely not bother with you. I only want to thank you for your help over the years, and I have no other thoughts. Okay?"

The God had said this, and if Tang Zhongbai refused again, it would be an honor, so he had no choice but to accept and respectfully sent the man away.

"Flower Master, this..."

The flower fairy was terrified, but the god refused to take the flower away. Who knew that the flower would wither again overnight like before?

Although the God said so, when that day really comes, who knows whether he will bring down his wrath on them.

Everyone in the world of gods and immortals knows that the Lord of Gods values ​​this fairy plant more than his own eyes.

It's strange, the first flower owner shouldn't have taken on this hot potato. He has retired long ago, and putting them on the fire is really...

"I'll take good care of you. If the day ever comes, I'll take responsibility."

Tang Zhongbai walked away, and hurried back to the bedroom, taking out the sapling from his arms.

The saplings are weaker than before, the edges of their leaves are beginning to turn yellow, and their roots are dehydrated.

"You helped me once, how can you help me every time? Her life span has come to an end. Even if you put all your energy into her body, you can only delay her death for sixty years. After sixty years, I will still have to face it."

No one responded. The sapling lay quietly on the small table. Tang Zhongbai sighed helplessly, "Fortunately, you still have some energy left. Otherwise, no one can save you. You ran away alone, but have you ever thought about your brother? He was separated from your branch. If you ran away, he would have no roots. How can you let him live? Foolish."

He reached out and flicked the sapling, then picked him up and walked towards the backyard of the bedroom.

In the large flowerbed in the backyard, a drooping sapling was surrounded by flowers, its leaves huddled together and its branches dark red, like a toddler who had been scolded and felt wronged.

Tang Zhongbai quickly buried the sapling in his hand next to him and picked up the kettle to water them with nectar. The newly buried sapling showed no change at all, but the branches and leaves of the saplings next to it stretched out a little.

"Oh..." Tang Zhongbai shook his head and left helplessly.

She was no longer in danger of death, but it would take at least ten days or half a month for her to recover to her original state. By that time, she didn't know whether she would still be there.

All the flower fairies in the flower garden were as if they were facing a great enemy, guarding the fairy day and night, not daring to leave even a step, for fear that if they neglected her, she would perish, and given the god's vengeful nature, their entire flower world would be doomed.

They don't know that this fairy plant only has sixty years to live.

Sixty years passed in the blink of an eye in the fairy world.

Tang Zhongbai was afraid that they would panic, so after he settled the jujube saplings, he turned back and ordered people to move the fairy into a porcelain basin.

"Flower Master, what are you going to do?"

The flower fairies were shocked by his words. The Lord of God clearly said that it was only possible when... the time came. Could it be that the Flower Lord was doing this...?

Tang Zhongbai nodded at them, confirming their thoughts.

Everyone looked at each other, at a loss.

The flower owner wants to take all the responsibilities on himself to ensure their safety.

At this time Hongzhu walked out of the crowd, bowed to him, and made suggestions.

"The Flower Master knows that there is something that can cure Xian Shu. If you take out this thing, she can be cured. Why not..."

"Shut up. Her life is life, but other people's lives are not life? You can't say that again. I will bear the consequences, and you just need to do your own thing."

"But……"

"No buts. Do as I say and send the flower pot to my bedroom later. I will make my own arrangements. Even if the Lord God punishes you in the future, it will not implicate you."

After saying this, he left the group of flower fairies behind and went to the bedroom.

The man in red behind him narrowed his eyes slightly, fire flashing in his eyes, and clenched his fists tightly.

Why is she not convinced?

Even if Xianshu was moved into a basin, it couldn't stop the slipping away of her life.