1novels Chapter 62
Chapter 62
There are thousands of stars on the giant tree, and after a long silence, a warm and pure voice sounded, a little confused: "Don't you, you only have eight tails?"
The fox's tail fluttered lightly, and he sneaked away and stroked the long hair that fell in front of him: "Brother Qingwu, it's been 200 years since we met."
"That's it."
"It's been a few years, brother, it's like yesterday."
The dryad Qingwu spoke very slowly and seemed very lazy: "Little fox, you know, I often sleep. The passage of time in the outside world seems meaningless to me."
"It's not just the years. Isn't the world of mortals also isolated by Brother Qingwu?" Qianli looked up at the branches and leaves in the night, and bowed with his hands together: "But brother is here now, surrounded by thousands of troops, what is the return?" What's up?"
Qingwu took a longer time to be quiet, and asked back for a long time: "Is that little Taoist priest your child?"
"...No." Qianli was also caught off guard by the counter question, "I didn't raise it this time. For the first 17 years, I didn't interfere."
"Is he reincarnated?"
"Yes."
"The kid before that, what happened to him after that?"
Qianli paused for a moment, walked over a little bit of Xingmang, and sat down on a big branch, holding Xingmang between his fingers and said with a smile: "In the past, I was in brother Qingwu's territory, but I didn't see him asking questions. Now I'm curious. Is the world of mortals coming?"
The stars among the giant trees suddenly flocked to the same place, the leaves rustled in the wind, and a man in Tsing Yi stepped out of the fluorescent light.
He stepped through the night and starlight, went to sit next to Qian Li, and with a flick of his fingers, a branch grew, turning the place where he was sitting into a long chair.
The dryad was paralyzed in the chair made by its own body like a boneless one, squinting its eyes so comfortably that it seemed to be bubbling: "Of course, I am very curious. The night is still long. Since you are here, you don't have time to catch up with me. Tell me some old news."
Qianli also followed him and leaned up, seeing the waning moon and the not-so-bright stars in the sky with a slightly raised posture, he also squinted his eyes: "The night is very similar, the way he left Baiyong Mountain at that time."
"That kid had a lot of quarrels with you back then." Qingwu thought it wasn't comfortable enough, so he flicked his fingertips again, turning the chair under his buttocks into a swinging swing, "Oh, I thought he was quite noisy back then. Yes. I can’t figure out what he’s arguing with you about, what a pure land Baiyong Mountain is.”
"I detained him for 21 years. Because of my regrets in many past lives, I took him away early and kept him by my side for so long." Qianli laughed shortly, "I only care about myself."
"What did you think of him then?"
"What should I be...it was love, it was to make up for the shortcomings, it was to protect a happy life, and in exchange for me to pamper and pamper me for a complete life, but at the end, I suddenly realized-I just regarded him as a A tool."
Qianli remembered the troublesome and rebellious daily life of that boy on Baiyong Mountain, and curled up his fingertips while laughing: "It was right for him to leave me at that time."
Qingwu raised his hand, and moved his fingers slowly in the air. Xingmang condensed under his fingertips and traced the picture in his memory.In mid-spring of Baiyong Mountain, flowers bloom everywhere, and a young man shouted "I hate you to death" under the tree with tears in his eyes.
Diving away from his tail, he unceremoniously broke up the picture he was tracing.
The dryad was not angry either, and wanted to poke the soft-looking fox tail with his fingertips, but the other party quickly retracted.
"Where did he go then? Did you follow?"
"I've been to a lot of places." Qianli hugged the white fluffy tail by himself, "Five lakes and four continents, thousands of mountains and valleys. Spring rivers and moonlit nights, yellow plum season rains, smoky maple leaf boats, snow-covered mountain roads, keep walking never stopped."
I didn't look back until the end.
Turning their backs on the river and the sea, this life is gone.
Qingwu continued to paint in the air, using light to draw a mortal in front and a fox in the back, and then said: "Mortal people are so complicated."
Qian Li grabbed a handful of tail hair: "That's right. This time around, I'm curious, which mortal did Brother Qingwu meet?"
The dryad leaned back on his health chair, raised his brows: "Hmm..."
Qianli waited for a long time, until his long ending sound completely disappeared and he didn't hear anything, so he could only ask sadly: "Are all the people in the imperial palace still alive?"
"Yes." Qingwu responded quickly, "I won't commit any crimes, they are all asleep."
Qianli couldn't say whether he felt relieved or couldn't bear it. The main body was dug here, and if he really wanted revenge, what's wrong with him?
He struggled to pick up the fluff on the fox's tail, and the fluff fell down: "I know, Brother Qingwu is calm, and he is determined not to damage his cultivation..."
Qingwu interrupted: "No, I'm bad at practicing."
"..." The fox's fur was picked up even more, and Qianli cautiously asked, "What kind of bad method?"
"I originally cultivated the way of ruthlessness." The tree demon opened his squinted eyes, "Qili, you practice the way of sentient beings. Your thousand-year cultivation path is inseparable from the two words of love and robbery. I am different. I The original shape is a tree, and I don’t like to move. The way I cultivate is ruthless and desireless. I don’t like to go into the world of mortals, so I have cultivated the way for 2000 years, and I can become a half-immortal.”
"The sky wants me to overcome the catastrophe, the sky wants me to be benevolent, and arrange this catastrophe. I just come to recover my body, I don't care if I fly or not."
Qingwu flicked his fingertips lightly, there was no string under his finger, and the sound of the piano filled the palace.
"But my practice is bad."