Daoist, I am not fragrant!

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the real person once told Zhong Tang that his fate with Li Bizhi was only 13 years from the beginning to the end.

But only he himself knows that these 13 years are not counted from the time when he can take form.

In the late spring in Lin'an City, the begonia flowers had all withered and green leaves grew. Li Bizhi, who was in his teens, stood in the shade of a tree, waving that clumsy iron sword in his hand over and over again.

Wen Zhi, who was still young and fashionable, was dressed in light blue clothes, walked nimbly, broke off a Tang branch with plain hands, leaned over and put it in Li Bizhi's hand, and said softly: "Young brother, follow Master far away. Alright, senior sister will give you a new sword, okay?"

Li Bizhi looked at the Tangzhi in his hand with some doubts, but saw that it had turned into a small wooden sword under Wen Zhi's technique.

"Junior brother, do you like it?" Wen Zhi smiled again, and carved another Tang flower on the small wooden sword hilt.

This somewhat girlish pattern, not only did not make Li Bizhi frown, but instead made him say: "I like it."

The young Taoist priest hugged the little wooden sword, and because of his words of liking, a little bit of inspiration arose in the little wooden sword.

Later, Li Bizhi carried the sword made of Tang wood on his back, and together with the real person at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, he set foot on the mountains and rivers, and came to the desert of Xili.

A hundred years after the disaster came into the world, the depths of the desert are still scorched and dead.

Although the Daoist at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty exhausted his whole life, no living beings could survive here.

The misfortune buried deep under the yellow sand continuously exudes a fierce aura, and even the birds passing by here will fall.

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the real person and Li Bizhi, one relying on their own hundred years of cultivation, and the other relying on the innate spiritual veins of Daogen, were able to stay in this place for a long time without being harmed by Li Sha.

But for a long period of time, apart from purifying the disaster, the most frequent thing this master and apprentice did was to transplant various plants into the sand.

Yuan Chu told Li Bizhi that when these plants can survive, it means that the severe evil here has been cleansed, and they can leave.

It's a pity that three years in a row have passed, and there is still no trace of life in the desert where disasters are buried.

The seeds they brought had been exhausted, and the real people at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty doubted whether the previous method was feasible.

Unexpectedly, Li Bizhi became persistent. There were no seeds, so he found various dry branches and planted them in the sand and watered them with spiritual power every day, hoping that new shoots would grow.

But in the end, the surrounding dry branches were all blown to pieces by the wind and sand, and he couldn't find anything to grow. In his despondency, he unexpectedly remembered the small wooden sword he held every day.

"A Tang, you need to germinate quickly. Once you germinate, we can return to Lin'an."

Li Bizhi also inserted the small wooden sword into the yellow sand, and silently named it, and the light blue spiritual power condensed from the small hand with the sword cocoon, watering it like water.

The seeds of all kinds of rare and rare grasses can't germinate, let alone the dry branches that have already been made into swords. Yuanchu Zhenren didn't think that the little apprentice would be useful in doing so, but he didn't stop him either.

"Everything has a predestined relationship, maybe this is your destiny." The old Taoist patted Li Bizhi's head, wanting to reason with him earnestly.

It's a pity that the little apprentice was concentrating on pouring spiritual water on his little wooden sword, his eyes were fixed on the wooden sword, as if he didn't hear the master's rambling words at all.

Yuanchu Daoist didn't take it seriously either, and continued to hold the Daoist scripture paper, reading it one after another.

The spiritual water in Li Bizhi's hand was just a drop at first, and then slowly turned into a stream of water.

The wind and sand in the desert come in waves, and I don't know how many times they have come.

The yellow sand in front of him seems to have never changed. It is just the trail leader who guards the wooden sword. He stays next to the small wooden sword every day, meditating, chanting, watering, and talking to it in his spare time.

In this way, about a few months have passed, or it should be calculated according to the year.

When the talisman on Li Bizhi's hand could finally summon a spring of spiritual water, he suddenly discovered that a sprout the size of a bean had sprouted on the originally bare hilt!

"Master! Master!" Li Bizhi, who was not very good at words, was even more speechless at that time. He just circulated the spiritual power in his body to condense more spiritual water, and finally couldn't restrain himself like Like an ordinary child, Xiang Yuanchu shouted excitedly.

There was a hint of hoarseness in his voice, but it seemed to be passing through the vast desert and echoing in the cloudless blue sky.

Daoist Yuanchu was also startled by the sudden cry of the little apprentice, he hurriedly dropped the Daoist scriptures, not even caring about spells, and ran over barefoot on the yellow sand.

"It's true—" At that moment, the old Taoist with messy white hair couldn't help laughing up to the sky after seeing the green shoots on the wooden sword. With a random wave, the light blue aura condensed into water and flowed continuously under the wooden sword.

And the small buds on the wooden sword, under the joint efforts of the master and the apprentice, quickly sprouted new branches and grew layers of tender leaves. In just a moment, they grew into a crabapple sapling half the height of a person.

But at this moment, in the clear sky, there were sudden bursts of muffled thunder, followed by a gust of wind, and the yellow sand blocked out the sun.

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the real person realized that something was wrong, and wanted to take Li Bizhi away, but Li Bizhi was sticking to the crabapple saplings, fearing that the wind, sand and thunder would kill this immature newborn.

The sky is getting darker and darker, but the six stars guarding Huanyu in the northwest are getting brighter and brighter.

"Get out of the way!" Yuan Chu yelled to the young apprentice in the strong wind, how could Li Bizhi's spiritual power withstand this blow, and he was about to be blown to pieces.

But he didn't have the slightest intention of retreating, he simply hugged the sapling tightly with both hands, resisting the wind and sand with his whole body.

After all, it was the natural Daogen spirit veins. Instead of destroying his body, the harsh external invasion aroused the aura in the veins all over his body, and suddenly the blue light flourished. Real people can't get close.

It was at this time that Yuanchu finally understood the reasons for the various visions.

The crabapple that was born on the desert, just after being watered by himself and his disciples, the root system was actually used by Huoyun buried deep in the yellow sand, and Huoyu grabbed the only living thing in the past hundred years and pulled it to death. Injected into it frantically.

This crabapple - can't stay!

Almost instantly, Yuan Chu Daoist made a decision.

He continued to yell for Li Bizhi to get out of the way, seized the last moment, leaped up against the wind, and directed the sky thunder down, and it was about to hit Haitang and Li Bizhi.

Suddenly, the wind and sand in the desert stopped suddenly, the black clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and even the thunder that had been drawn to the hand at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty disappeared.

Daoist Yuanchu frowned and fell to the ground, his eyes fixed on the little apprentice who was still lying on the crabapple sapling.

Li Bizhi's young body couldn't bear the confrontation between the wind and sand outside and the spiritual power in his body, and he had already passed out.And under his Taoist robe that had been blown to the point where it couldn't see the color, the crabapple saplings still had green leaves standing upright, but there was an imperceptible dark color in the petioles.

What shocked Yuan Chu even more was that under the sapling, there was a white and tender young child, with his eyes closed, sleeping in Li Bizhi's arms.

This is Zhong Tang. His spirit started from Li Bizhi's accidental joy, his tree grew from Li Bizhi's long-term watering, and his body was born from Li Bizhi's obsession with desperate situation...and the infusion of misfortune. .

He was supposed to be the condensation of the purest emotions in the world, but his body was taken over by Huo Yu's Li Sha.

But these fierce spirits are clearly a part of him, without them, Zhong Tang would not have transformed into a human form in such a short period of time.

But it was also because he had absorbed these evil spirits that the desert that had been harmed by the misfortune could finally accept anger, and no one would die for no reason after passing through here.

He is the product of a terrible disaster, but also a symbol of the new life of the desert.

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the real man didn't know whether to be happy or worried, and he didn't know how to treat the young boy in front of him.

In the end, he took off the clothes that were full of holes from the wind and sand, shook them vigorously, and in a blink of an eye, he transformed into a brand new, thick Taoist robe.

Then the two children who were sleeping beside the crabapple saplings were tightly wrapped up together.

"Just follow my surname."

"Benmu is Tang, from now on... I'll call you Zhong Tang."

The author has something to say:

When I just counted Li Zaier's age, I found a bug

The former prince had an accident, it should have been 12 years ago... I don’t know why I wrote 14 years at that time, I will sneakily change it later

So, ahem, ahem, Li Zaier lied about the origin of the little goblin

感谢在2020-10-1711:33:23~2020-10-1923:58:38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: shallow 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!