Master never follows a routine

The rain stopped the next day, and the air smelled of damp soil, and a gust of wind blew through it, and it was still a bit cold.

Lin Feng yawned, staring blankly at the raindrops dripping down the thatch outside the window.

Jiang Linmu died, Ying Lin had returned to the God Realm, and now it was empty again.

Today is the day for the disciples of the outer sect to go up the mountain. When they come, they have to bring some paper money back.

Jiang Linmu was also really pitiful, so he rushed into the ground and didn't prepare anything for him.Although if a cultivator cannot take away his body after death, the only result is that his soul will fly away, but sending some sacrifices and burning some paper money is also a comfort to the deceased.

The sun was high, and the disciples who went up the mountain rushed here with their clothes in a hurry, without noticing a step or a mud puddle.

Lin Feng stared at his dirty feet, regretting letting him come here.

"What's the matter? You're in such a panic, don't someone pick up my flowers..."

"It's not good, Master, a tree has grown on the grave!"

"What?"

Lin Feng didn't understand what it meant until he reached the foot of the mountain.

A towering tree grew on Jiang Linmu's grave, with a huge crown, but the leaves on it were green, and some of the leaf veins did not even stretch out.

The tree was so huge that it just crushed Jiang Linmu's grave, and the simple tombstone was broken into several pieces by the roots of the tree.

Lin Feng: "..."

Those who hear it are sad, and those who see it cry.

Lin Feng didn't know what to say for a while.

This guy is really lucky.

The disciples under him were already ready, they carefully looked at Lin Feng's expression: "Master, you need our help to clean it up!"

Apart from his kitten, what Lin Feng cared most about was the sea of ​​flowers. The tree that appeared out of nowhere occupied an unknown amount of land and crushed to death how many flowers and plants.

He even exploded Master Jiang's grave, which is a crime worthy of death.

"Don't meddle in your own business." Lin Feng stared at the tree and touched his chin. Jiang Linmu really deserves to be a genius. He can be resurrected after death and reproduce by himself, which is too convenient.

"I think this tree is pretty good. If you don't have anything to do, draw symbols more, and don't think about these things."

Lin Feng walked around the tree several times, but he was still uneasy. He raised his fan and knocked on his head: "You send a few more disciples to squat here, you know?"

"what?"

"Once there is something wrong with this tree, do you want to report it to me immediately?" Lin Feng thought for a while: "Forget it, I will look at it myself."

As expected of a divine tree, it can still grow. Maybe when he grows up and takes shape, Jiang Linmu will be able to come back.

"Go and get the paper crane."

Qingqian was startled when she received the paper crane, and there was a sentence written on it: "Come and watch your master."

The handwriting is very strange, compared with Master's handwriting, it has a different ugly method.

But Master is here, she has to go.

"I'm going too!" Luo Luo said, "I know that place. There are many old trees that are strong and useful. I'll go and break some and come back to build a nest."

"..."

Why does she feel that Master Lin Feng can drive them out just by saying this?

It was only after she arrived that she understood what the so-called "crowd watching" meant.

The trunk is thick and reaches the sky, and the green leaves cover the sky.

"Is this the master's body?" Qingqian stared blankly at the towering tree.

"Your master is not tall, but the main body is quite big!" Luo Luo's eyes lit up, and he turned into a giant bird, flapping his wings and flying up: "Let me see if the trunk is strong... ouch!"

A wooden stick directly smashed him down, Qingqian frowned: "Get down for me! Don't touch him!"

"Wait, it's difficult to transform a tree into form, but Master is a sacred tree, so it must be done soon!"

So I waited for a year, two years, ten years, 20 years...

The Taixuanzong was torn apart, and Bai Lan wanted to take over, but several major sect masters thought he was a demon cultivator and disagreed, and they all left their sect in the end.

I don't know how many people in the entire comprehension world have ascended and fallen.

Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, frost and heat, I don’t know how long I have waited, but the trees are still as lush as before.

Waiting every day, gradually, from anticipation to suffering.

Both Luo Luo and Qingqian were in despair, only Bai Lan insisted on taking the time to come and have a look.

He will always remember what Jiang Linmu once said.

As long as you live long, you can have anything.

It was raining heavily that day, with thunder and lightning, Lin Feng yawned, and went to bed early with the black cat in his arms.

In the middle of the night, there was a sudden knock on the door, not very loud.

Lin Feng didn't wake up, but the black cat sleeping next to him woke up. It jumped on the door panel and scratched the wooden door until it made a "creaking" sound.

"Little ancestor, it's midnight. Are you going to demolish my house?" Lin Feng got up.

"Bang bang bang..."

There was a slight knock on the door, the lantern was on, but there was no one outside.

"Who? Talk, don't play tricks on me!"

"Bang bang bang..."

Lin Feng suddenly opened the wooden door.

No wonder there was no one, but it was a two or three-year-old child who knocked on the door.

He was wet all over, and he hugged a big leaf to hide his shame without even wearing an inch of hair.

Just now, the door was opened so loudly that he fell down, his eyes looked forward in confusion, his body was covered in mud.

"Small, child?" Lin Feng was surprised and couldn't speak smoothly.

Where did the irresponsible parents put their children at their door.

Lin Feng looked around, but there was no one there, so he had no choice but to carry the child into the house first, boil a basin of warm water with spiritual power, put him in, and go.

The child's hands and feet were cold, but he was in a good state of mind, and he was well-behaved in the bath, neither crying nor fussing.

He even knocked off Lin Feng's hand and scooped up water to wash himself.

Looking at his skillful bathing movements, Lin Feng was a little skeptical about life. Are children so trouble-free these days?

But soon he discovered something was wrong, the child was blind, and the light was dim just now, so he couldn't see clearly.

His eyes were as dark as a moonless night, and he groped around while taking a bath, and he still had to grope around to get the saponins that were in his hand.

"Can't you, can't see?"

As soon as these words came out, Lin Feng felt a little funny, how could a child who was only a few years old understand the words.

But unexpectedly, he nodded seriously, touched his neck, and pointed to his mouth.

"You still can't speak?" Lin Feng was startled.

He nodded.

"It's so pitiful, no wonder your parents don't want you anymore." Lin Feng said pitifully.

The child didn't move for a long time, and suddenly grabbed his hand, and wrote a word on it with his short little finger.

"roll."

Lin Feng: "..."

This is taken away, right?

The black cat sat on the side, staring at him with a pair of fluorescent eyes.

Lin Feng lit the candle, only then did he realize something was wrong.

This child looked somewhat similar to Jiang Linmu's. He found a blanket to cover the child and wiped his hair.

Then Lin Feng realized something was wrong.

On the child's head, there is actually a sprout!The small emerald green buds stand tremblingly, looking very cute.

Lin Feng swallowed, stretched out a finger, and poked it lightly.

"Snapped--"

He opened Lin Feng's hand with a slap, groped along his arm, stood up, and wrote three words on it.

Jiang Linmu.

There was thunder and thunder outside, and heavy rain poured down.

Lin Feng rearranged the table and put a glass of water beside the table.

"can u hear?"

Jiang Linmu nodded.

"You... what's the matter?"

Jiang Linmu got some water on his fingertips, and wrote on the table: "The soul was not chopped off, and I survived by luck."

"Then why did you take human form until now?"

"A thunder fell today, which woke me up."

"You are deaf and dumb, what's the matter?"

"It shouldn't be transformed at this time. Two of the seven orifices haven't been opened yet. It should be fine after a while." After Jiang Linmu finished writing, he tapped the table with two fingers together: "Where is Ying Lin? Why didn't he come out?" .”

Lin Feng sighed: "After he buried you, he went to the fairyland."

"Just abandon my old father like this?" Jiang Linmu was dumbfounded, and wrote on the table.

Lin Feng glanced at him sympathetically: "My condolences, old father, your children have grown up and don't need to wait on you..."

That's right, Jiang Linmu thought, in his eyes, he was dead too, and he no longer had any worries, so why not go to the fairy world and become a dragon.

It's just that I can't see him in the future, and I miss him a little.His normal body was so comfortable, he twisted his waist and kicked his legs and even wanted to do a backflip...

The only bad thing might be the bud. Jiang Linmu reached out and touched it. The leaves were tender and soft, just like the newly grown tea leaves.

I really want to pinch it off.

He should still be a tree now, unable to see with his eyes, unable to speak with his mouth, and it will be the same after becoming a human being, and he doesn't know how to connect these two senses.

In fact, the problem is not too big, there are not a few monks who are self-harming. It can even be said that they are more likely to become immortals than ordinary monks.

Out of sight, out of mouth, in many cases avoiding dealings with the secular world, it is easier to ascend.

When he became a fairy himself, he went to find Yinglin.

Anyway, he is still alive, and we can always meet in the future, so there is no rush for this moment.

Just as he was thinking, there was a sudden feeling of soft fluff at his feet. Jiang Linmu couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled, reaching out to hug the cat into his arms.

This little black cat is really cute, and he still likes himself until now.

The black cat was dishonest. It hooked his blanket and climbed onto his shoulders. A two-year-old child was not much older than a cat. It stood taller than Jiang Linmu.

As soon as the cat's paw stretched out, the little bud was scratched off.

Lin Feng was terrified, and picked up two small leaf buds on the ground: "You, are you okay? Can you press this thing back?"

"It's okay, it's just a leaf, it will grow back in two days." Jiang Linmu wrote on his hand.

This happened to him occasionally when he was in the mortal world. Sometimes leaves would appear uncontrollably on his head and fingertips. He didn't care too much, and just pulled them out.

After entering the Immortal Sect and practicing, this situation never happened again.

I am a tree anyway, so pulling out some leaves is nothing.

Lin Feng stared at Xiao Ya, looked left and right, and suddenly had a bold idea.

"Don't even think about transplanting, it's impossible, just give up." Jiang Linmu wrote truthfully on his arm.

作者有话要说：应该还有几更吧……感谢在2020-05-3123:18:50~2020-06-0316:44:12期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 221777792;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Lanlin;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!