Peach Blossom Song

The monk in the mirror circled around the top of the mountain twice, and chose an open space to stop.

The open space is covered with green grass, and because of the morning dew, the grass is covered with a layer of moisture, which looks very watery.Xiao Yuan has come out of his way of planting fruit. Just by looking at it, he can tell that the soil here is fertile and suitable for planting vegetation.

The monk thought so too.She drew her sword, dug a hole on the ground, measured the depth of the hole, felt that it was almost enough, took out the peach pit from the wooden box, put it into the hole, and then covered it with soil.

After planting the peach pits, the monk looked at the field, stayed for a while, pondered for a while, she clapped her hands, brushed off the dirt on her hands, and then went back with the sword.

Xiao Yuan looked at it, and said with disapproval: "This is not good, you have to water the field, and when the saplings grow out, you have to loosen the soil and catch bugs. If you can't plant it well, just leave it alone."

Jun Yao's gaze was always on the mirror, and when she heard her speak, Fang looked away, held the little tiger's hand, but said nothing.

The monk in the mirror seemed to have heard what the little tiger said.She returned to the Taoist temple, found a gardener, borrowed a kettle, shovel, and flower hoe from him, stuffed them all into the storage bag, and then returned to Luojia Mountain to water the little peach pit.

Jun Yao couldn't help showing a smile on her face.

After pouring the water, the monk sat cross-legged on the grass, resting his chin on one hand, looking at the empty ground, looking a little melancholy: "When will the peach trees grow and produce peaches?"

She sat there for ten days, and within ten days, not even a small sapling grew out.

In the Taoist temple, the brother of the monk looked for her with a sound transmission talisman, and asked her to return to the Taoist temple to practice quickly and stop walking around indiscriminately.

The monk had no choice but to leave. Before leaving, she also set up a barrier for the place where the peach pit was buried to prevent it from being disturbed by the birds and beasts in the mountain.

In the Taoist temple, seeing her return, senior Guanzhu said angrily, "There is more and more tension between human cultivators and demon cultivators. A big battle is inevitable. If you don't hurry up to practice, you should fly up as soon as possible. What kind of peach trees do you want to plant? Into this mess?"

The elder brother was angry, and his tone was not very kind, but the monk was not unconvinced, she just said seriously: "I want to eat peaches."

When the senior brother heard this, he was even more furious: "There are so many peaches in the audience, can't your stomach be filled?"

The monk insisted: "I want to eat the peaches from that tree."

"You! You, you, you!" The senior brother nodded at her angrily, and flung his sleeves away.

The monk looked at the angry back of the senior brother inexplicably, and pursed his lips a little bit aggrieved, as if he didn't understand why the senior brother was so angry when she just wanted to eat peaches.

This stupidity is really deep-rooted, and it has not changed at all for many lifetimes.Jun Yao looked at Xiao Yuan and shook her head helplessly.

The monk in the mirror went back to his room to cultivate.

She is also very diligent in her cultivation. According to a little boy, Taoists are already at the stage of transformation into gods. In this world, combined of human cultivation and demon cultivation, there are no more than ten great talents at the stage of transformation into gods.It stands to reason that Taoist temples have such great powers and have no worries about the future. Even if demon cultivators and human cultivators really want to fight, they won't be as hopeless as those small sects.

But the viewer loves her, and hopes that she will ascend earlier, so as not to be involved and difficult to get out.As for the future of the Taoist temple, there is still him, and several senior brothers.

For the next month, the monks practiced bitterly in the room without even leaving the door, the temple master was very pleased to see this, although the little junior sister stayed for a while, she was still sensible and reliable.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished complimenting her, she carried her Guqin on her back and went to Luojia Mountain again.The senior brother was so angry that he jumped up and down, but there was nothing he could do about her.

This time, the peach tree grew green and tender seedlings.

The monk was very happy to see him.She asked the gardener that it would take at least three years for the peach pits to grow saplings and bear fruit.Three years later, she was impatient and wanted to eat peaches earlier, so she asked the gardener if there was any other way to make the fruit trees bear fruit earlier.The gardener said, it is natural, if it is bred with spiritual energy, the fruit tree will grow quickly.

The monk came today to pour his aura into this little sapling.

She sat down on the floor, put the guqin on her lap, plucked the strings twice with her fingertips, and made a clear sound.After trying the timbre, the monk closed his eyes and played an ancient tune slowly.

The melody is far away and the artistic conception is vast, making people's thoughts soar, even if there is stagnation in the chest, it is also washed away by the sound of the piano.

Xiao Yuan is a fairy, and he could see the sound of the piano accompanied by the monk, and there was a stream of spiritual energy flowing towards the little sapling.The young sapling grew slowly amidst the sound of the piano, until night fell, the monk stopped playing, the young sapling grew taller, and a faint spiritual energy floated on the tender green leaves. Obviously, the gardener's method worked.

The monk smiled, Xiuya's face looked very cheerful, and he made a serious agreement with the sapling: "You grow longer, and I will come to see you in a month."

After finishing speaking, she picked up the guqin and left with the sword.

A monk is a simple person, and a simple person often concentrates on doing one thing.After that, the monks would come to see the young saplings every other month. Every time they came back, they would play a piece of guqin and water the peach trees with spiritual energy.Sure enough, the peach tree grows extremely fast, and in winter, it is already the size of an adult peach tree. Judging by the momentum, it must be able to bloom and bear fruit in the coming year.

The monk was very happy, with a simple and bright smile in his eyes, he personally loosened the soil for the peach tree, watered it, caught small bugs, and took care of it meticulously.

Even knowing that this was a thing of the past, Jun Yao's mood fluctuated endlessly with the monk's smile.

The little tiger didn't understand at all why A Yao didn't get angry when the monk ate peaches and planted peach trees, but A Yao became angry when she ate peaches secretly once, and ignored her for a whole month.

She snuggled up beside Jun Yao, a little unhappy and said, "She wants a whole tree of peaches to eat."

Jun Yao's smile that had been hanging on the corner of her mouth froze because of her words, and sadness appeared in her eyes, and she said softly: "She is about to pass away." She remembered very clearly that the monk who watered her fairy dew was the first time she When the flowers bloom, under her tree, the fairy is gone.

The little tiger let out an "ah" and stared at the mirror. The monk in the mirror was returning to the Taoist temple from Luojia Mountain.The peach tree she raised was growing very well, and her cultivation was progressing smoothly. She was carefree, and the little tiger couldn't see why she was about to pass away.

But seeing the next scene, the little tiger understood.

The battle between human cultivators and demon cultivators broke out suddenly this winter.The reason is that a bottle of celestial dew was found at the foot of Buzhou Mountain. The celestial dew came from nowhere, but it has magical effects against the sky. People, beasts, plants and trees can increase their cultivation base by ten thousand years, which is very helpful for cultivation.

There are many monks who have cultivated for ten thousand years and can become immortals.

For a time, many human cultivators and demon cultivators fought for it.At first, it was just a private dispute, and then it became more and more serious, involving other matters, and even involved the entire world of cultivating immortals.

In spring, human cultivators and demon cultivators had a melee battle at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

Naturally, monks can't stay out of it.

The little tiger had never seen such a tragic scene. In the mirror, flesh and blood were flying everywhere.Buzhou Mountain is the backbone of heaven and earth, where the Tianzhu is located. The battle between human cultivators and demon cultivators affects the Tianzhu, and the Tianzhu shakes.

There was darkness between heaven and earth, showing the appearance of doomsday.

If the pillar of heaven is broken, the world will be submerged in the flood, and all humans, beasts, plants and trees will be buried in the flood.Seeing this, the monk flew to the Tianzhu, and repaired the Tianzhu together with several senior brothers.

She exhausted most of her spiritual energy to barely stabilize the Tianzhu.Looking back, there are not many living people left on Buzhou Mountain, and several senior brothers also died because their spirit energy was exhausted and their dantian was injured when repairing the Tianzhu.

She was also seriously injured, and only had one breath left. When she wanted to heal her wounds, she realized that there was no ray of spiritual energy in the world, and the source of the spiritual energy was closed at some point.There is no more spirit in the world.

Without spiritual energy, how to practice and how to heal injuries?

The monk froze on the spot, but she didn't seem too sad or flustered. After a while, she stood up and buried the senior brothers, not forgetting to set up tombstones for them.

The surviving monks and demon cultivators found that their aura was gone, and they became like ordinary people, unable to move treasures or use spells, and all fell into madness, only the monks were very calm.

Holding the sword, she walked out of Buzhou Mountain.Walking to the bottom of the mountain, I suddenly saw a jade bottle dropped on the mountain road, it was the fairy dew that everyone was fighting for.She looked at the fairy dew for a while, bent over to pick it up, and put it in her arms.Then Yujian went to Luojia Mountain.

At Luojia Mountain, the aura was just exhausted.The well-cared-for peach tree bloomed, and the tree was full of flowers, which was very eye-catching.

The monk smiled, but she was no longer as happy as she used to be here. Her eyes were sad, and tears finally fell down.The senior brothers who loved her have fallen, and there is nothing left of her cultivation. She is only one step away from becoming an immortal, and that step can no longer be crossed.

She took out the jade bottle and poured the dew under the peach tree.Then he took out the guqin and played a piece.

When the song is over, the strings are broken.

The monk closed his eyes and went away.

This life is over.

The little tiger stayed for a while, then raised his head and said to Jun Yao, "It's really miserable."

Jun Yao nodded.

The little tiger stayed for a while, the monk was her, but she didn’t have much sympathy, she just couldn’t help thinking about the peach tree in the mirror. When the monk died, there was no one to take care of the peach tree. Well done.

"A Yuan." Jun Yao called out.

The little tiger turned his head, and doubts appeared in his dark eyes: "Huh?"

Jun Yao didn't speak immediately, there were countless emotions in her eyes, as if she had a lot to say to Xiao Yuan, but she didn't know where to start.The little tiger is not stupid, she is very smart, she looked at Junyao, and suddenly understood something.She couldn't believe it, her eyes widened, full of disbelief.

Jun Yao nodded slowly: "That peach tree is me."