The spring breeze blows, the mountain streams thaw, and green grass appears on the white ground.
Winter turns to spring, and another year passes.
Fengxi Sect.
Rainbow Fire Peak.
The Rainbow Fire Peak Spiritual Planting Garden is densely covered with formations and heavily guarded.
At this moment, there are two figures busy in the Rainbow Fire Peak Spiritual Planting Garden.
They patiently irrigated two strange-looking trees with all kinds of strange spiritual water and magical medicinal springs.
These two people are none other than Mo Yue'er and Lin Yiru!
A cabin in the woods not far away.
Hong Yuan stood under the eaves and looked at them with a smile.
But there was inevitably a hint of sadness in Hong Yuan's eyes.
"The Mu Dao Immortality Technique evolved from the natal spiritual planting method is indeed quite good. It allows Yue'er and Yiru to initially gain more than three hundred years of life."
"Not only that, it also improved the qualifications of both of them a lot."
"But, if they want to survive the catastrophe of becoming a saint and becoming an immortal, they still have a long way to go."
"Especially Yiru..."
Hong Yuan pursed his lips tightly and looked deeply.
As time went by, there were fewer and fewer acquaintances around him.
There were only a few people left who could say a few words to him, such as Mo Yue'er and Lin Yiru.
Once Mo Yue'er and Lin Yiru pass away, then Hong Yuan will really become the "ancestor"!
It has to be said that the longevity problem is, after all, the most fatal problem faced by practitioners in the world of martial arts.
Not to mention Mo Yue'er and Lin Yiru, even great figures like Longyang Emperor Dong Zhengyang will fall under the sword of time.
And although Hong Yuan has a long life of tens of millions, he is still chasing the road to eternal life.
It’s a long road!
…
After a while.
Hong Yuan put away his unnecessary emotions.
He stepped forward, stepping on the dirt and grass, and walked slowly towards Mo Yue'er and Lin Yiru.
Let everything take its course.
In the process of getting along with each other, he just needs to have a clear conscience!
nowadays.
The extremely rich vitality turned into white mist, floating in the spiritual plant garden, adding a touch of white ink to the sky above the spiritual plant garden.
Under it, two huge trees stand in the north and south, facing each other at a distance.
The big tree in the south is Mo Yue'er's natal spiritual plant.
It's called the laurel tree, and the moonlight is focused here. It looks like the bright moon falling from the sky to the ground, and it is very beautiful.
This is a huge ancient tree that is expected to grow to the holy level. It has extraordinary potential. Just observing it can make people feel refreshed.
"Little uncle, why are you here?"
Mo Yue'er is catching the moonlight under the laurel tree, drawing it into her body, and practicing.
When she heard the familiar footsteps ringing in her ears, she stood up happily and trotted towards Hong Yuan.
"I came here to see how you are practicing..." Hong Yuan narrowed his eyes and smiled.
Nowadays, Mo Yue'er, who is nearly fifty years old, still has a face as young as a girl, with bright eyes and white teeth, a very beautiful appearance.
But with Hong Yuan's extremely superb eyesight, he could still feel the passage of Mo Yue'er's life source.
"Yue'er, I'm getting old after all..." Hong Yuan sighed in his heart.
"Hehe, little uncle, I am about to reach the peak of the fifth level now. I can also share the pressure with you!"
Mo Yue'er hugged Hong Yuan's right arm without hesitation and leaned her body towards Hong Yuan, just like a daughter relying on her old father.
In fact, to a certain extent, Hong Yuan really played a role like a "father" in Mo Yue'er's life, guiding Mo Yue'er to grow up healthily.
But the more this happened, the softer and thin string in Hong Yuan's heart was inevitably touched by Mo Yue'er.
"Share the pressure, haha, Yue'er is interested."
Hong Yuan smiled softly and slowly stroked Mo Yue'er's waterfall-like green silk hair with his big hands. He did not refuse Mo Yue'er's kindness.
However, at this moment, the strategy in his heart had already recalled the side of the Destiny Demon Realm.
Once upon a time, the demon body found the secret treasure of Taiyin Saint Han Jiuming in the Sutra Pavilion of the Dragon Sacred Land.
In that secret treasure, there are two sources of divine marrow.
The function of the Divine Source Marrow is to seal the target object and put the target object into a deep sleep.
Perhaps these two sources of divine essence can be put to use in the future?!
"But just trust my uncle, he will take care of everything." Hong Yuan said softly.
He showed his remaining tenderness to Mo Yue'er, making a pun.
Mo Yue'er on the side seemed to feel something, she didn't say much, she just held Hong Yuan's right arm tightly.
Mo Yue'er was as obedient and sensible as she was by Hong Yuan's side when she was avoiding pursuit in Nanyang Mansion.
…
The sky is blue and as clear as a mirror.
Groups of egrets sang loudly and flew into the sky, causing ripples.
On the top of the mountain.
As the only big dream seed in the sect alliance——
Shang Yaoqin is holding the jade flute in her hand, twirling her ten fingers and playing a song gently to see off her egret friends.
All of a sudden.
A heavy sound wave is like a substance, turning into a cyan and white halo of light, circulating around Shang Yaoqin, which is very beautiful.
"Dorala~"
Shang Yaoqin wore a green skirt and held a white jade flute with green-white fingers.
Now she lowers her head to perform, revealing her white swan neck.
Anyone who sees it will feel their eyes light up and their heart will feel happy, and they will praise her and say "the fairy has arrived."
"I don't know if Sister Zhuyin really likes Hong Yuan, or is she willing to commit herself to Hong Yuan for me..."
"Sigh. The number one person in the mortal world is indeed great, and it is worth my efforts to win over her. But if it comes at the expense of Sister Zhuyin's happiness, that is exactly what I am not willing to do!"
"I just didn't expect that I haven't met Hong Yuan in person since it was nearly a year ago..."
Shang Yaoqin's eyes were blank and he was lost in thought.
Although one thought after another flew through her mind, she did not stop working and was still playing songs.
Behind her, there is a thatched hut.
On the threshold of the thatched hut.
The Great Sage Fengxi lay lazily here, rolling up his old pipe and smoking one after another.
A heavy layer of white smoke floated up, covering the face of the Great Sage Fengxi, making it difficult for people to see the expression of the Great Sage Fengxi.
"Is this the Big Dream Seed..."
"If it weren't for the deliberate suppression in order to polish Yao Qin's martial arts foundation, I'm afraid Yao Qin would have reached the peak of the fifth level as early as January."
To be continued...