MTL - Peach Blossom-Chapter 134

The monk in the mirror circled twice on the top of the mountain and stopped at a clearing.

Xiao Yuan's fruit planting came out the door, and just by looking at it, he knew that the soil here was fertile and suitable for planting grass and trees.

The monk thought so too. She drew her sword, dug a pit on the ground, measured the depth of the pit, and felt that it was almost there. She took out the peach pit from the wooden box, put it into the pit, and then covered it with soil.

It doesn't matter."

Jun Yao's eyes were always on the mirror. Hearing her words, Fang looked away and held the little tiger's hand, but said nothing.

The monk in the mirror seemed to hear the little tiger too. She returned to the Taoist temple, looked for a gardener, borrowed a water bottle, a shovel, and a flower **** from him, stuffed them all into the storage bag at one breath, and then returned to Mount Luojia to water the little peach pit.

Jun Yao couldn't help showing a smile on her face.

After watering, the monk sat cross-legged on the grass, resting his chin in one hand, looking at the empty ground, looking a little melancholy: "When will the peach tree grow and the peaches grow? ?"

She sat for ten days, and in ten days, not even a small sapling grew.

In the Taoist temple, the cultivator's brother used a sound transmission to find her, asking her to return to the Taoist temple to practice quickly, and stop walking around randomly.

The monk had no choice but to leave. Before leaving, she also set up a barrier on the place where the peach core was buried to prevent it from being disturbed by the birds and beasts in the mountains.

In the Taoist temple, the master of the temple saw her return, and said angrily: "The tension between the human cultivator and the demon cultivator is getting more and more tense, and a war is inevitable. What kind of peach tree are you planting, do you want to get involved in this mess?"

Senior brother is angry, and his tone is not very good, but the monk is not convinced, she just said seriously: "I want to eat peaches."

Senior brother heard this and was even more furious: "There are so many peaches in the view, but you can't fill your stomach?"

The monk stubbornly said: "I'm going to eat the peaches from that tree."

"You! You, you, you!" The senior brother nodded at her angrily, and walked away.

The cultivator inexplicably looked at the angry back of his brother, and pursed his lips a little aggrieved.

This stupidity is really ingrained, and it has remained unchanged for so many lifetimes. Jun Yao looked at Xiao Yuan and shook her head helplessly.

The monk in the mirror went back to his room to practice.

No more than ten. It stands to reason that Taoist Temple has such a powerful power and has a worry-free future. Even if the demon cultivator and the human cultivator really want to fight, they will not be as hopeless as those small sects.

As for the future of the Taoist temple, there is still him, and several brothers and sisters.

Who knew that just after praising her, she would go to Luojia Mountain with her guqin on her back. Senior brother jumped in anger, but he couldn't do anything about her.

This time, the peach tree grew green and tender seedlings.

The monk was very happy to see it. She asked the gardener that it would take at least three years for a peach stone to grow from seedlings to bear fruit. After three years, she was impatient and wanted to eat peaches earlier, so she asked the gardener if there was another way to make the fruit trees bear fruit earlier. The gardener said, there are naturally, if nurtured with spiritual energy, fruit trees will naturally grow faster.

The cultivator came today to pour spiritual energy into this little sapling.

She sat down on the floor, put the guqin on her lap, and plucked the strings with her fingertips twice, making a clear and cool sound. After trying the tone, the monk closed his eyes and slowly played an ancient tune.

The sapling grew slowly in the sound of the piano, until night fell, the monk stopped playing, the sapling grew a little taller, and a faint aura floated on the green leaves. Obviously, the gardener's method worked.

The cultivator smiled, and the elegant face looked very cheerful, and made a serious agreement with the sapling: "You grow longer, and I will come to see you in January."

After saying that, she picked up the guqin and left with her sword.

A monk is a simple person. A simple person does one thing and tends to concentrate on it. After that, every month, the monks would come to see the saplings, and every time they came back, they would play a guqin and water the peach trees with spiritual energy. The peach tree really grew very fast. By winter, it was the size of an adult peach tree. Judging from the momentum, it would definitely bloom and bear fruit in the coming year.

The monk was very happy, with a simple and bright smile in his eyes, he personally loosened the peach tree, watered it, caught small bugs, and took care of it meticulously.

Even if she knew this was the past, Jun Yao's mood fluctuated with the monk's smile.

The little tiger didn’t understand at all, why the monk ate peaches and planted peach trees, Ayao was not angry, but she only ate peaches once, and Ayao was angry, the whole January ignored her.

She snuggled beside Jun Yao and said unhappily, "She wants a whole tree of peaches to eat."

Jun Yao's smile that had been hanging on the corner of her mouth solidified because of her words, and there was sadness in her eyes, and she said softly: "She is about to die." She remembered very clearly that the man who watered her fairy dew The cultivator, when she first bloomed, went to the fairy under her tree.

The peach trees she raised were growing very well, and her cultivation progress was smooth. She was carefree, and the little tiger couldn't see why she was about to die.

But seeing the next scene, the little tiger will understand.

The battle between human repair and demon repair suddenly broke out this winter. The reason is that a bottle of immortal dew was discovered at the foot of Buzhou Mountain. The immortal dew came from nowhere, but it has a magical effect. Humans, animals, plants and trees can obtain it, which can increase the cultivation base for ten thousand years, which is very helpful for cultivation.

There are many monks who can cultivate for ten thousand years and become immortals.

For a time, many cultivators and demon cultivators competed for it. At first, it was just a private dispute, but then it became more and more intense, and other things were involved, and the entire world of immortality was involved.

In the spring day, Ren Xiu and Yao Xiu gathered at the foot of Buzhou Mountain for a melee.

Cultivators naturally cannot stay out of it.

The little tiger has never seen such a tragic scene, blood and flesh in the mirror, I don't know how many people's souls are scattered and will not be reborn forever. Buzhou Mountain is the backbone of heaven and earth, where the Tianzhu is located, and the fighting between people and demons spreads to Tianzhu, and Tianzhu is shaken.

The sky and the earth are dark, showing the appearance of doomsday.

Seeing this, the monk flew to Tianzhu and repaired the Tianzhu together with several brothers.

She used up most of her aura before she could barely stabilize Tianzhu. Looking back, there are not many people left on Buzhou Mountain, and several senior brothers also died because their spiritual energy was exhausted when they repaired the Tianzhu, and they injured their dantian.

There is no soul in the world.

Without aura, how to cultivate, how to heal?

The cultivator froze in place, but she didn't seem so sad and flustered. After a while, she stood up and buried several brothers, not forgetting to erect tombstones for them.

The surviving monks and demon cultivators found that their spiritual energy was gone. They became like mortals, unable to drive treasures, unable to use spells, and all fell into madness. Only the monks were very calm.

She took the sword and walked out of Buzhou Mountain. Walking down the mountain, I suddenly saw a jade bottle falling on the mountain road. It was the Xianlu that everyone fought over. She looked at the fairy dew for a while, then bent over to pick it up and put it in her arms. Then Mitsurugi went to Mount Luoga.

To Mount Luoga, the aura was just exhausted. That well-tended peach tree is in bloom, full of flowers, very eye-catching.

The monk smiled, but there was no joy in the past. There was sadness in her eyes, and tears finally fell. The senior brothers who loved her have fallen, and all their cultivation bases have disappeared. They are only one step away from becoming an immortal, and that step can no longer be crossed.

She took out the jade bottle and poured the fairy dew under the peach tree. Then take out the guqin and play a song.

The string is broken.

The monk closed his eyes and went away.

This life is over.

The little tiger stayed for a while, then raised his head and said to Jun Yao, "It's really miserable."

Jun Yao nodded.

With someone to take care of, I don't know if I can live well.

"A Yuan." Jun Yao called.

The little tiger turned his head, and there was a question in his dark eyes: "Huh?"

Jun Yao didn't speak immediately, there were countless emotions in her eyes, as if she had a lot to say to Xiao Yuan, but she didn't know where to start. Little Tiger is not stupid, she is very smart, she looked at Jun Yao and suddenly understood something. She couldn't believe it, her eyes widened, full of disbelief.

Jun Yao nodded slowly: "That peach tree is me."