After the demon king failed to beg for death

Tao Xian walked very simply, turned around and stepped forward, walking with a very graceful appearance, but his steps became faster and faster, disappearing on the corner wall in the blink of an eye.

Fu Ling straightened his sleeves, and when he turned around, he saw the sad housekeeper Lao Zhang looking at the fallen tree head-on.

"My lord, this tree has been planted since the Venerable settled down here, and it has been more than thirty years now. It is really not easy to grow like this, but now..."

Only the stump remained.

Fu Ling was taken aback, looked at the fallen tree, and belatedly remembered that the tree still had an owner, and the owner was his master who didn't know what cultivation level he had.

He asked with a difficult face: "Who is taking care of this tree on weekdays?"

Lao Zhang's complexion was subtle, and he replied sympathetically: "This tree has been taken care of by one hand since it was planted, and never borrowed the hands of others."

Fu Ling recalled Patriarch Nether's instructions not to cause trouble before he left the house, and then looked at the big tree he had cut off casually, and suddenly felt pain in his internal organs again.

This master's way of cultivating disciples is unique, that is, he keeps practicing, and if he doesn't practice well, he will suffer from pain.

What's more, he has a physique with abnormal pain perception, and that kind of feeling actually makes Fu Ling feel a kind of emotion called fear.

He circled the tree twice, thought for a while, and immediately stretched out his hands.

Light green spiritual power emanates from the fingertips.

He is a wood-type sky spirit root. Since it can grow grass and trees before, it is not impossible to try to save this tree.

Fu Ling, an activist, thought of it and did so.

The old housekeeper stared dumbfounded at the collapsed tree slowly rising up again surrounded by spiritual power, and re-grafted on the tree roots.

Spiritual power entangles the severed part, repairing the stump and the trunk bit by bit.

Lao Zhang was surprised: "What kind of technique is this?"

It can make trees regenerate.

Fu Ling's complexion was a little pale. He had consumed a lot of spiritual power because of flying with the sword, and then released his soul consciousness at the stronghold of Tianhuo Pavilion, which had consumed it.

At this moment, the body has not yet recovered, so he used all the remaining spiritual power on this tree.

This is the first time that his spiritual power has been exhausted since he recovered his cultivation.

Seeing that the tree was about to recover, Fu Ling would naturally not give up, otherwise it would be even more uncomfortable to be caught by that stinky master.

He channeled the spiritual power with one hand, and pinched a spirit-guiding formula with the other hand, gathering all the surrounding spiritual power to repair the tree.

The hard work paid off, the spiritual power between heaven and earth was transformed by Fu Ling, and then input into this big tree, it actually repaired the broken tree.

The trunk and the broken part of the stump grew together again, and the branches and leaves on the tree seemed to be more vigorous.

Fu Ling's lips were pale and his complexion was paperless, but he was in a good mood.

He looked at the restored big tree in front of him with some joy, and a smile slowly opened at the corner of his mouth.

In this way, there should be no more faults with him!

Thinking of this, Fu Ling took two steps forward, and then his eyes went dark, and he passed out without warning.

Before falling to the ground, the white clothes flashed in front of his eyes, and before he thought about who it was, he fell unconscious.

Patriarch Youming looked at Fu Ling, who was fainting in his arms, with an extremely ugly complexion, then at the tree beside him, which was full of spiritual energy and happier than ever before, and looked at the old housekeeper with a questioning look in his eyes.

The old butler was indeed the chief steward who had served him for many years, and he understood what His Holiness meant just by taking a look.

He recounted what he saw from the beginning to the end, word for word.

Thinking of Fu Ling's move to restore the tree after exhausting his spiritual power, he couldn't help but add fuel to it, emphatically portraying Fu Ling's love and admiration for Master.

"After knowing that you have taken good care of this tree, the young master regretted it very much. No matter what you say, you will bring it back to life. I'm afraid you will be sad."

Patriarch You Ming looked at the old housekeeper suspiciously, then looked down at Fu Ling who was unconscious, and reluctantly believed this statement.

He subconsciously said: "Take him back to the house!"

The old butler nodded in agreement, and took two steps forward, trying to catch Fu Ling.

It's just that Patriarch Youming waved his hand again, signaling no.

Seemingly impatient, he carefully picked up Fu Ling and walked towards the backyard.

Lao Zhang rubbed his head, and always felt that the Venerable was different in some ways when he came back this time.

Before, he never let people get close.

The comatose Fu Ling knew nothing, only felt that he had slept.

When I woke up, it was already late at night.

He checked the inner core dantian in his chest, and all the aura that had been exhausted inside had returned.

To say that everyone in Tianlinggen wants to be able to absorb spiritual power and recover slowly even while sleeping.

After waking up, there was no sleepiness. Fu Ling thought of the tree he saved during the day, and went out alone, quietly standing under the big tree.

This tree is well taken care of, with lush leaves and thick branches. It seems that the owner is a very careful person.

Fu Ling took two steps forward, touched the wound that he had severed during the day, and murmured: "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it, but looking at it now, you can be regarded as the same as me." , are resurrected from the dead.”

He didn't care whether the big tree understood or not, he babbled a lot of nonsense before returning to his room.

What Fu Ling didn't see was that after he turned and left, it was just an ordinary big tree, but now there was a little bit of spiritual power radiating from it.

After this tree was revived by Fu Ling with spiritual power, it unexpectedly gave birth to spiritual wisdom in a daze, and there was an indescribable dependence and joy on him.

He didn't know that everything he said tonight was recorded verbatim by this tree.

After Fu Ling returned to the house, he simply practiced cross-legged.

If you want to be strong, you have to work hard. Nothing in this world can be achieved overnight.

Doing it all over again, he will only make himself stronger.

The former heart demon is no longer a heart demon to him now, this time, he wants to reach the peak, to see the so-called fairy world after crossing the catastrophe.

Sitting in meditation, time always flies by quickly.

When Fu Ling woke up from his trance, it was the ancestor You Ming who called him to attend the wedding together.

This is also the main purpose of their coming here.

Thinking that Patriarch You Ming actually had friends, Fu Ling was very curious about what kind of person would be friends with such a bad-tempered person.

Until he followed the Nether ancestor to a magnificent mansion.

Fu Ling looked at Cangzhou City Lord's Mansion on the plaque in front of the door, and suddenly remembered that he had only heard of this name not long ago.

"Master's friend is the Lord of Cangzhou City?"

Fu Ling couldn't help asking.

The Cangzhou City Lord must have a son, right? Didn't Tao Xian just say that he is the City Lord's son?

Patriarch You Ming even attended the wedding with a paralyzed face.

"Come in with me!"

With a hint of doubt, Fu Ling entered the City Lord's Mansion.

This city lord's mansion is very luxuriously repaired, the pavilions, small bridges, flowing water, and bamboo gardens in the mansion are all exquisite.

On the big day, the courtyard was filled with lights and festoons, the crowds were surging, and the noise was incomparable.

Patriarch Youming put a simple trick on the two of them, and led him all the way inside.

Until entering the deepest study room.

Patriarch Youming pushed the door open and entered without looking outside.

Fu Ling didn't mean to look outside, so he walked in.

However, when he turned around and saw the groom in a wedding dress standing behind the desk, he froze in place.

The groom's appearance was too familiar, and he was always shocked by seeing it.

When the groom saw Patriarch You Ming coming in, he stepped forward two quick steps and knelt down on one knee: "This subordinate has seen the Venerable."

After saluting, Fu Ling subconsciously wanted to ask him to stand up, but he saw that Patriarch You Ming had already lifted him up with one hand, and then walked behind the desk on his own, and sat on the only chair.

Fu Ling retracted the hand that was about to be extended, but he was full of doubts.

How could this person be a subordinate of Patriarch Nether, he was obviously the most powerful Zuo protector before him!

After his death, what happened to Mingshishan?

Why did the ancestor of Xuantianzong's Zhenpai become the venerable guardian of the left law of Mingshi Mountain? What is the identity of this ancestor in front of him?

Fu Ling narrowed his eyes, and had a bold guess in his heart.

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support, okay!

Fu Ling: Hehe!A dog man who hides his identity.

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