longevity tree

Chapter 11

A group of people got into the carriage. If the carriage went fast, they could reach Shuodong within two days. Abao seemed to be very happy. He had never been out since he came to Liji with Song Wuyi. Song Wuyi went out to do business. , where will bring a child.

"Zhao Ling, teach me to play the flute." Song Wuyi got into the carriage and sat beside Ling Zhaoling.

Song Wuyi learned quickly, except that he couldn't hold down the flute hole at the beginning, but he gradually became proficient, and he could almost play along with his strength even if Ling Zhaoling wasn't around to guide him.

Lang Ruihe leaned on the carriage and closed his eyes to rest his mind. Shui Shengnian sat opposite him and looked here from time to time. Everyone didn't notice anything wrong. Song Wuyi was talking on the road, and he said some jokes in various ways. Sometimes it made a whole car of people laugh, even Lang Ruihe, who often puts on a bad face, would also laugh. As long as he smiled, Shui Shengnian would immediately follow suit. What he cared about was not what Song Wuyi said. It was a joke, but Lang Ruihe was laughing.

When there are many people, Song Wuyi will be happy with everyone. He looks easy to get along with and is friends with everyone, but how deep is his heart, is he really smiling now?Is he really happy?It seems that he is perfectly integrated in every group, but in fact, he is secretly making a clear relationship with everyone. He looks enthusiastic and cheerful, but in reality he is cruel and unfeeling. However, Ling Zhaoling is an accident. Ling Zhaoling is unique. Such clear whiteness can wash away Song Wuyi's blackness.

On the way to the south of the carriage, Song Wuyi followed Qingyun and got out of the carriage halfway. Qingyun said that he would take him to a place. He watched the carriage under Qingyun getting smaller and smaller, and slowly merged with the earth. Qingyun took Song Inadvertently flew over rivers, mountains, and villages, and finally landed under an ancient tree. Qingyun folded his wings and fluttered the flowers next to him.

There are flowers everywhere here, colorful and shining with various lights. There is a small river in the middle, and the little rabbit is drinking water by the river. The branches of the old tree in front of you are alternately entwined with vines, and the roots spread across the whole earth, like the supreme. The controller, Abao, ran and yelled wantonly in this sea of ​​flowers. At this time, he finally looked like a normal child.

"Changsheng, I brought the man here." Qingyun faced the ancient tree and knocked on its thick trunk.

The old tree seemed to be alive, shaking off the leaves all over the ground, and after a while, an old man's voice sounded: "Son, come here, Grandpa has something to tell you."

Song Wuyi looked at the tree. The old tree stretched out its vines, built a ladder in front of Song Wuxin, and led him to the center of the whole land.

"My child, you are the spirit of all things. You are born with golden bones and possess the aura of all things. You are immortal, free from disease and disaster, and all things are governed by you. You control the life and death of all people," the ancient tree said, shaking off. A leaf was placed on his forehead, and a golden mark immediately appeared on his forehead.

"You have abilities that others don't have. You can save people, but you can also harm them. You are endowed with the aura of all things. You are the lord of all things. You must abandon the love and love in the world. What you want to love is not just one person, but all living beings." Gu Shu The sound seemed to come from the torso, or from deep underground, and if you listened carefully, it seemed to come from afar. This sound was everywhere, spreading throughout the entire space.

Song Wuyi looked at this ancient tree, Qingyun turned into a big bird, and rested at the root of the ancient tree, everything here will return to its original state, Qingyun can't turn into a human, Song Wuyi jumped down from the tree, Walking to Qingyun's side, the jade pendant he gave to Qingyun was tied to Qingyun's feet.Song Wuyi leaned against Qingyun's body, pillowing his feathers.

"Young master, all things are born for you, and Qingyun is also born for you." Qingyun is just an ordinary bird in the world, and Song Wuyi is the whole meaning of his whole life. For Qingyun, I am a tool of Song Wuyi, and there will be various tools that are easier to use to replace him. He himself will be worn out one day, but as long as Song Wuyi needs him and does not replace him, he can always be ready for Song Wuxin. Unintentionally sacrificed his life, he had absolute, death-defying loyalty to Song Wuxin, and he was willing to be a tool until Song Wuxin no longer needed him.

Song Wuxin didn't answer him, but just stared into the distance in a daze.

Abao's laughter spread throughout the wilderness, petals were floating in the air, and a fresh fragrance rushed to his face, and the sound of the river flowing was particularly obvious at this time.

"Abao, come here, if you go further away, I won't be able to see you." Song Wuwu shouted at Abao, but there was an echo in the misty distance.

The little head not far away turned his head, holding the freshly picked flowers in his hands, and his body was covered with petals with a strange fragrance. He ran towards Song Wuxin, and the butterfly behind him tore strips of colorful flowers from behind his clothes. A Bao was circling in the flying butterflies, and the butterflies landed on his shoulders. He was also covered with fragrance, and he fell into Song Wuyi's arms, fragrant and small. Huddled in Song Wuyi's shoulders, Song Wuyi stroked his hair and looked at the petals floating in the distance.

The ancient tree is entrenched in the middle of the wilderness, Qing Yun is resting under the old tree, Song Wuyi leans against him, Abao falls asleep on Song Wuyi's lap, the petals in the distance are flying around with butterflies, the breeze blows from the depths of the wilderness When it blows over, the surrounding vegetation also sways.

Qingyun spread his wings and flew away with them, rushing to join Lang Zhaoling and the others.