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Chapter 47: One Hundred Years. Part 5

Lu Zeyu looked around in confusion and found that Yaoxiang and Zhang Changheng were both frozen.
"You're asking me?"
The visitor nodded and called himself the immortal in the painting.
"have no idea."
Lu Zeyu replied with three words, and the immortal in the painting said with a smile.
"You can move freely in this world. It seems that you and I are destined to be together. Let's have a good chat next time I meet."
There were light spots in the air that looked like the Western Sand. In a trance, the immortal in the painting in front of him disappeared and everything started to move.
In the painting, the fairy squatted in front of the little fox, holding a paintbrush and tapping it lightly between the little fox's forehead, as if she knew everything.
"I'm sorry, I'm just passing here for the heavenly tribulation. I wanted to outline this heavenly tribulation and keep it in my painting. Why don't I help you?"
The fairy in the painting held a large pen in the surprised eyes of the little fox and Nan Boyang, waved it in the air, and wrote four big words.
The dead trees come to spring!
The little fox was trembling, and she could feel the huge demonic aura in the air. The four big green words flew onto the old plum tree. In the flashing green light, the dying old plum tree became intact as if it was time to flow back.
The old plum tree with branches and leaves blooms, and the green color even grows plum blossoms on the tops.
The little fox was still crying, it could not accept all this and had nothing left.
How can I explain to Mr. Mei? It’s all because I’m not going to blame me for telling the Mei family about Lao Chen!
Looking at the little fox who was blaming himself, the immortal in the painting smiled indifferently and took out a red and white scroll from behind.
"Tell me in detail that although I can't let them live, I can make everything happen again."
Nan Boyang stood aside, and he looked at the immortal in the painting in fear.
"I am indeed a monster, but I don't have the habit of being a monster. I don't eat people and I won't say a word to people. I just devote my love to the mountains and rivers, traveling around the world, looking for the beautiful scenery that shocks my heart."
After the little fox told everything, the immortal in the painting seemed to have inspired him. He stood up and pulled the scroll open, splashed ink and stroked his brush, and changed his weakness. His writing was vigorous and powerful. After the tip of the pen fell, it looked like wind and thunder, sometimes soft and sometimes fast.
In less than a moment, a painting of the Houling Town Lantern Festival was clearly presented. Then the immortal in the painting gave Yaoxiang a pair of bells and taught her some ways to enter and exit the painting.
I saw the immortal in the painting standing in the wilderness, waving his brush, and balls of green flames emerged from the ground, sinking into the scroll, the painting started to move, the people inside were alive and the lights were on.
"Remember, I only help people with the most affectionate and sexual nature. If one day you take it, the convenience of this place will disappear."
After that, everything was rotating. Yaoxiang was waiting, and every day was waiting inside and outside the painting. Whether it was heavy rain or heavy snow, Yaoxiang would wait. She was afraid that if Young Master Mei came back, she would not be able to find her.
Nan Boyang advised Yaoxiang that the immortal in the painting should have deceived her, but Yaoxiang never left for more than half a step, waiting year after year until she cultivated herself into a human form.
Everything came to an abrupt end, and everyone returned to a charred wilderness. They were still in the painting, but at this time everyone saw that the wild grass growing wildly around them could be seen when the broken sky was broken, and when they looked up, they could see the thunder rolling in the sky.
The wind poured into the picture from the broken hole. Zhang Changheng saw the transitional tribulation, which was necessary to experience before ascending to immortality. The power of the thunder that day was enough to open mountains and split stones. This profession withered, and the old plum tree that looked shaky might be difficult to withstand.
Boom
A bunch of white thunder fell, and it broke some of the branches of the old plum tree without bias. Yaoxiang ran over, and Zhang Changheng reached out to stop it, but he didn't have time.
"What are you here for?"
Yaoxiang looked at Lu Zeyu who was already standing in front of him. He stepped on the burning branches with one foot, and the roots of the tree started to move.
"Little brother, remember your agreement."
Lu Zeyu nodded with a smile. Yaoxiang was hugged by Lu Zeyu before she could react. She turned around and returned to the crowd in an instant.
Most of the monks stood far away. Yaoxiang turned around in shock, a larger bunch of white thunder fell, the roots of the tree rose up, and the green demonic aura rose above the old plum tree.
There was a loud bang, and the lightning burst, and the green demonic aura shattered like a barrier, with crystal green spots floating in the air.
The huge roots intertwined on the heads of the old plum tree, and Yaoxiang struggled.
"Miss Yaoxiang, if you go there, you may suffer."
Zhang Changheng could feel that the old plum tree was full of demonic power and should be able to pass through it safely.
Yaoxiang knew that she could not do anything in the past, so she lowered her head in secret.
"Let me down."
Lu Zeyu let go of his hand, Yaoxiang squatted on the ground, and Xier behind him was helped by Zhou Xiaoliu. She looked at Yaoxiang's uncomfortable look and moved to sit down.
"girl!"
Xier was very good at comforting words, but she couldn't say it at this moment. She could empathize with it. The feeling of despair, Xier looked at Lu Zeyu and thought to herself.
I don’t know what Zeyu thought, wouldn’t he help this girl?
Thunder sounded, and several white thunder fell. The roots of the old plum tree extended upwards, as if they were fighting with the white thunder. The roots of the tree were intertwined with thunder and lightning. The demonic energy was shattered, and the white thunder was broken. The roots of the tree were charred, and some turned into dust and scattered.
The thunder sounded more and more intense in the sky, and the white thunder falling this time became much thicker.
Yaoxiang started to move, and she jumped out in green light and turned into a red-haired fox.
Zhang Changheng moved, Zhou Xiaoliu was shocked, and Xier exclaimed in surprise.
"Girl, Brother Zhang."
With a roar, the intertwined roots of the tree were broken in pieces in the white thunder, and a shocking white light appeared, and a series of fine thunder and lightning were like snakes, and a faint green fox rushed in.
Zhang Changheng crossed his hands, and the spiritual energy was wandering violently at his fingertips. Suddenly, his hands waved and pointed to the sky. A beam of white thunder appeared at Zhang Changheng's fingertips.
With a violent crackling sound, the Yaoxiang dispersed part of its power, its body was charred and smoked, and it rolled and landed next to the old plum tree.
After Zhang Changheng released a thunder technique, he immediately dodged and avoided the power of thunder-induced counterattack. It didn't seem easy after landing.
"It's obviously not an opponent at all, why do you still have to fight?"
Lu Zeyu said in confusion, and Xier, who was beside him, looked at him with a little disappointment.
"Ze Yu, this is love, can't you understand!"
"I don't understand."
Xier didn't blame Lu Zeyu for anything. Zhou Xiaoliu rushed over. Although some monks wanted to help, they had self-knowledge.
This is the fourth time that the sky thunder has such power, and the tribulation will end at some point. Looking at the thick clouds, you can tell that this is just the beginning.
Lu Zeyu scratched his head. He had made an agreement with Lao Meishu that he would definitely keep Yaoxiang and not care about its life or death. Looking at Yaoxiang's appearance, although he was hit, he was still energetic, Lu Zeyu thought.
Chapter completed!
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