Chapter 589: Gu Luoshu's Return Gift

Wood Spirit Venerable didn't take care of things, and was devoted to cultivation, but his cultivation was said to be higher than that of the Sect Master, and in his later years he studied the classics and practiced divination, correcting many mathematical principles that had been in disarray since the catastrophe of heaven and earth.

Unfortunately, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth declined, the human country began to rise, and the Great Huan Sect was no longer as prosperous as before.

No matter how profound Wood Spirit Venerable's cultivation was, he could not survive the ruthless hand of time. The most common phrase he said was "time waits for no one".

One day, he will sit and die under the tree of asking questions.

The disciples burst into tears.

Wood Spirit Venerable smiled: "I am lucky. If I were born in the future, I am afraid I would not have the opportunity to leave so peacefully."

Everyone hurriedly asked the reason.

Venerable Mu Ling said: "A sect is like a person, with ups and downs, life and death. I see that our sect will be more than a thousand years old, which is rare in the world. Many heroes will appear in the meantime."

Some disciples were unwilling to accept: "Master, the immortal sect has weakened into a Taoist sect. Will it disappear with the spiritual energy in the future?"

"Maybe the world will fall, or maybe the worst will be over." Venerable Mu Ling stroked the trunk of the Wendao tree, "Old friend, you know what I want to say."

A leaf immediately fell from the Wendao tree, golden and red like the sunset.

Venerable Mu Ling bit his fingertips and wrote a few words on the wide leaf:

"Meet Huan Li Ju."

"One leaf blocks the eyes."

"Dong Li Ru Kan Shui."

Not only is it incoherent, but it also doesn't rhyme. The disciples were confused: "Master, it seems that there is one sentence missing?"

Shouldn't the greeting be four sentences? There are only three sentences, and there is another sentence?

It's so uncomfortable to keep reading like this.

"I can't figure it out." Venerable Mu Ling sighed, "If Dong Li was here, he could help me with the analysis and proofreading, maybe I could see more accurately and farther."

Everyone hesitated, not daring to answer.

"Although he has fallen into the devil's way, he will wake up and come back one day. I will wait for him here." Venerable Mu Ling pointed forward, "Young people should be allowed to make mistakes."

The disciples looked at each other, and there was a retort in their hearts that they dared not say: Dong Li is not young anymore, okay?

Venerable Mu Ling blew a breath on the leaf, and a disciple stepped forward and prepared to take it.

After the master passed away, these few words of farewell were to be worshipped.

Unexpectedly, Venerable Mu Ling retracted his hand and threw the leaf into the pool under the tree.

The golden and red leaf spun twice on the water surface, and before everyone could react, it sank to the bottom of the water and disappeared into the darkness.

"???" Everyone was stunned.

Venerable Mu Ling said lightly: "Why are you reaching out? It's not for you."

"..."Then who is the master going to give it to? Such an important last words, but he didn't give them to his master?

"What will happen to the sect a thousand years later?"

"If we provide for the mountains and lakes, we may be able to overcome the disaster, but I'm afraid we will be powerless by then." The breath of the Venerable Mu Ling was already a little weak, "Time and fate!"

He muttered softly again:

"What a pity, I can only deduce so much after exhausting my life. From now on... from now on, it depends on you."

Another disciple hurriedly asked: "Shangzun, are there any immortals in the world!"

"Are there any immortals in our sect? Are they still in seclusion?" Dahuan Sect is one of the most powerful sects handed down from ancient times. If there are no immortals here, how many will be left in the world?

But Venerable Mu Ling half-closed his eyes and stopped answering.

Everyone realized that he had passed away.

...

Everything in front of him gradually blurred.

He Lingchuan came to his senses and found that not only the perspective had changed, but also the scenery. Tianji Peak and the Dao Tree were gone, and he was standing in Panlong City again.

What happened just now?

He was standing at the edge of the familiar South Gate Square, with the Gu Luo tree in front of him.

"Huh? The leaves have changed color?" The Gu Luo tree had a golden-red leaf, just like a small tuft of hair on a person's forehead, which was particularly eye-catching.

And the Gu Luo tree had grown up again, and He Lingchuan had to look up to see the top of the tree. He patted the trunk: "So you ate the leaves of the Wendao tree. Is it very nutritious?"

A gust of wind blew, and the crown of the Gu Luo tree rustled, and he didn't know if it was replying to him.

At least He Lingchuan didn't understand.

But the golden-red leaf actually fluttered and fell down, and he caught it in his hand.

"For me?"

He turned the leaf over and over, and saw that it was slightly different in shape from the original Wendao tree leaf, but it was also as big as a palm, and even the veins were golden, without a single rotten spot or a trace of burnt edge, and it was as exquisite as a handicraft.

Is this a return gift from the Gu Luo tree to him?

"Thank you!" He put the leaf into his arms and patted the trunk, "You are so sensible, unlike Dafanghu who only takes in but never gives out, and is lazy and greedy."

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The next morning, He Lingchuan woke up in the big bed of Panshan's house and was stunned for a long time.

He actually had another dream!

This was the first time he had dreamed of something other than Panlong City in the past year.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he thought his soul could never go anywhere else at night, and he couldn't have another dream!

Of course, when he calmed down, he remembered that this dream was related to the golden and red leaves of the Tao Tree he got yesterday.

What you see during the day, you dream at night.

Did he feed the leaves to the God Bone Necklace and eat them, so Dafanghu showed him the information hidden in the leaves at night?

What a powerful card reader.

Wait, then this dream is still related to Dafanghu!

He Lingchuan closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

He can't escape from others' clutches.

However, recalling the content of the dream carefully, he saw excerpts from the life of Daoshu.

The reason why it is said to be an excerpt is probably because the Wenwen tree has lived for a very long time, spanning three eras: ancient times, medieval times, and the present day, which lasted at least four thousand years.

It lasted too long and had too many events. If every bit of information that happened around it had to be shown to He Lingchuan, his soul might not be so tenacious and could not carry that kind of memory.

Having been in the dream for so long, He Lingchuan had some idea of ​​the tolerance of his soul - he was always forced to open up the land and trained by Dafang Hu.

Maybe it was the Wenwen tree itself, or maybe it was the Dafang Pot that screened the most important node information and showed it to him.

He Lingchuan was still impressed by the name of Master Mu Ling. Isn't this Master Dongli's master?

In the cave under the Fairy Lake, Master Dongli left a suicide note regretting that he had fallen into the devil's path and was ashamed of the cultivation of his mentor, the Master Mu Ling.

Otherwise, He Lingchuan would not have followed this clue and pursued him into the Xu Mountain.

Fortunately, it’s not like I got nothing.

In the memory of Dao Daoshu, he saw the Taoist spirit of many immortals, the disciples of the sect who did not eat the fireworks of the world and devoted themselves to cultivation in the immortal era, and even felt the joy of surging spiritual energy and flourishing of all things like Dao Dao Tree. .

Those are indeed the best years for a practitioner.

In fact, the Middle Ages were not bad either. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth increased and decreased, and the emperor's ooze often came. Although the practitioners were not feeling well, strong men like Lord Wood Spirit still lived for more than 800 years.

His disciple Dongli Zhenren only lived 600 years old.

From now on, the lifespans of demons and humans will become increasingly reduced.

Of course, what He Lingchuan really paid attention to were the three words of greeting written on the golden and red leaves by Master Mu Ling.

He did not leave it to the sect, but re-voted it to the Taoist Tree, and the fallen leaves returned to their roots.

The previous elders have said that the human body decays but the Taoist tree survives. So, are these sentences reserved for future generations?

After all, it is the only one that can survive across thousands of years of time and space to this day.

Having said that, whether it was Master Mu Ling or the old turtle demon who took away the "Collection of Passing Waters" written by Master Dong Li, they only left three sentences of greetings!

It just lacks the last sentence.

It’s truly a lineage.

He Lingchuan grabbed the sacred bone necklace and said:

"How about you explain it to me?"

Of course the necklace ignored him.

When he touched the necklace, he felt something strange in his arms. He reached out and took it out again, eh——

Take out a golden and red leaf.

He Lingchuan was stunned for a long time on the spot.

The leaves of the Juluo tree actually followed reality?

Of course, the Juluo tree itself has the ability to travel through the underworld, and He Lingchuan also used its branches to bring nightmares out to play. But it seemed like this was the first time that Xiaoshu took such initiative.

Well, the leaves...

He Lingchuan stroked the leaf and remembered a sentence in the greeting of Venerable Mu Ling:

"A leaf blinds the eye."

He put the blade in front of his eyes. Is this how he used it?

Except for the light, nothing seemed to block it.

Even the leaves of the Juluo tree do not show any fluctuations in magical power. Apart from their beautiful appearance, they are no different from ordinary leaves.

It is hard to imagine that in the past, the masters of the Great Huanzong could use the leaves of the Daoist tree to block the magical power of the great demon Mulian.

Forget it, maybe this leaf will come in handy in the future.

He casually put it into the storage ring and then failed.

Um?

Can't take it in?

At this time the servant came to report:

A visitor comes to the door.

He Lingchuan put the leaf back into his arms: "Invite him in."

The visitor was in his forties, with a long face and a goatee, which made him look a bit old-fashioned. In short, he is an ordinary person with an ordinary face and ordinary clothes. If you throw him into a crowd, you won't be able to find him.

He reported his name to Shan Qixiang, introduced by Master Songyang.

He Lingchuan met him in his courtyard: "Are you the steward of Songyang Mansion?"

"Oh, no, I helped when the Songyang Mansion branch opened, but I don't work in the branch, and it has nothing to do with Songyang Mansion." Shan Qixiang smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Sir, you saved me before. After passing my house, we kept in touch. She said you were short of help, so I came. "

Li Qingge did say that he would send someone to him, but unexpectedly he came so quickly.

Before He Lingchuan could ask any questions, Lao Dan handed over a pair of hooks with both hands:

"This is your thing. The hook has been repaired. Your Majesty asked me to deliver it to you."

This hook was damaged by He Lingchuan when he captured the snail toad in Zhitian Township. Li Fubo's hook made of fine gold was hit by both the snail toad and the explosion, and was helplessly broken. Although he still had spare parts, they were not as easy to use as this one.

He Lingchuan took it and smiled.

This thing is also a token, implicitly indicating that Lao Dan was indeed sent by Li Qingge, allowing him to use it with confidence and boldness.