Nine thousand years old

Li Siyuan stared at the red figure, and suddenly felt uncontrollable sadness.

Who is she?

But the woman couldn't see him, and threw out a leaf neatly. The leaf was extremely thin, but when she released it, it was like a sharp sword, piercing the heads of those giant birds.

Soon the other birds fled away quickly, the woman turned her head, Li Siyuan looked at her with wide eyes, and unconsciously took a few steps forward.

The villagers were grateful to Dade and bowed on the ground. The woman seemed to be used to bowing down, and only smiled and begged for food.

Li Siyuan followed the woman, he couldn't hear what they said, but he could feel the joy.

From then on, they had a god, a god who could protect them.

The woman is not often in the village, fearing that the birds will strike again, so she leaves a tree in the center of the village.

sycamore.

Li Siyuan stood under the tree, the green leaves covered his eyes, he wanted to touch the tree, but his hand still penetrated.

Then he watched the tree grow and generations of the village grow old and die.

And that woman finally returned with a heavy body on a certain day, and became one with the big tree.

Li Siyuan didn't know what happened to her, but her face was no longer lively, with a deep worry.

She... will not live long.

An idea appeared in Li Siyuan's mind, but the idea came suddenly and strangely.

The woman occasionally shows her figure and chats with the people in the village. She likes to sit gently under the tree and watch the children play. She also likes to tease the fish with her bare feet by the stream beside the village.

But she doesn't seem to be so powerful anymore, she always looks at the distant sky, as if she is missing someone.

She has been in the village for a year, which has never been seen before. Before, she always came and went in a hurry, like a breeze.

Li Siyuan rubbed his eyes, obviously only a few moments passed in his time, but at this moment he suddenly missed Mingli very much.

It was a sunny day with no clouds in the sky. The woman walked into the tree and didn't wake up for a long time. At this time, a group of officers and soldiers suddenly came from the valley.

Li Siyuan didn't know what dynasty it was, nor what the reason was, but he only knew that those people burned, killed and looted, and the village became a sea of ​​blood again.

The woman walked out of the tree with her exhausted body, protecting them with her last strength.

However, most of the people in this village are dead.

The woman's figure was loose, and the villagers cried and knelt down, but this time she couldn't smile and beg for food from them.

A man came from the sea of ​​blood. He had black lines on his forehead and looked a little scary. Every time he took a step, a black mist rose from his feet.

But Li Siyuan couldn't help wanting to step forward and grab the corner of his clothes.

When I recovered, tears were streaming down my face.

Li Siyuan didn't know why he was crying.

And ever since this man appeared, there was a voice in his ear.

"What else do you want to do?" The man looked at the woman with deep compassion in his voice.

The woman returned to the tree with a weary voice: "Don't let him be stupid, just lock me up."

The man sighed softly, and with a wave of his hand, he caught all the dead ghosts in the sea of ​​fire.

"as you wish."

A lotus petal floated in the man's hand, and the woman seemed to smile when she saw it: "How about the lotus?"

The man had a rare smile and replied, "He should be fine."

That piece of lotus petals wrapped countless ghosts, and was gradually shrouded in black mist...

When the picture stopped, Li Siyuan was also covered by countless green light spots and fell rapidly.

After a moment of weightlessness passed, Li Siyuan opened his eyes again, and what he saw was Mingli's surprised expression.

He looked at Ming Li in confusion, before he could speak, a kind of unbearable pain surged in his heart, and the surrounding scorching heat seemed to burn him to death.

Li Siyuan wanted to shout loudly, but he didn't have the strength, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, Ming Li wanted to hug him tightly in horror, but was bounced away by a strong black mist.

Li Siyuan couldn't see his own appearance, so he didn't know that there was a black mark on his forehead, which was the same as that man's. The mark was faintly visible, shining a kind of compassionate light towards the valley.

Everything was silent, all the spirits looked at him, and the kid in red showed a gratified smile.

The solemn and sacred murmur resounded through the sky, Ming Li saw the iron token in his pocket flying towards the people not far away.

The man's expression was struggling in pain, he wanted to rush over to hug him and tell him that he was fine, but he was firmly shut out by that force.

Impermanence looked at the sky in a daze, and then he saw all the spirits around him, and cried out. This cry was full of relief, joy, and even an inexplicable sorrow.

I have never seen the scene of thousands of ghosts crying together, but he still felt that this scene was extremely dazzling. He looked at these spirits, turned around and bowed in Li Siyuan's direction, and followed Li Siyuan's whispering sound, supremely devout.

Li Siyuan didn't know why he read those weird words, he just felt that he was dying of pain, he opened his eyes, and looked at Mingli in a daze, with a kind of silent pleading.

I'm sore.

Can you give me a hug.

Ming Li's eyes were full of blood, he gritted his teeth and forcibly broke through the piercing black mist, and pulled this man into his arms without hesitation.

Even the pain of being washed over the keel by the strong Yin Qi was a hundred times more painful than that of Li Siyuan at this time.

I don't know how long it took before the strong wind subsided, and the phantom pillars in the valley appeared, they shattered little by little, and finally turned into a thick black mist and flew into Li Siyuan's body.

Li Siyuan couldn't help arching his body in pain, he bit his lip, his complexion was frighteningly pale, Ming Li could only continuously export his spiritual power, trying to alleviate his pain.

Impermanence faintly understood, he watched the black mist enveloping the two of them, respectfully knelt on the ground with Zhen Ling beside him.

This is the new Yan Jun is reborn, no matter how painful or difficult, no one can intervene.

Ming Li was originally a dragon, even though he replaced Yan Jun's position, he did not have such a process.

So he didn't get the power that Lord Yan really inherited.

But Li Siyuan, sooner or later he will get through this.

Ming Li also understands, but at this moment he only wishes that the only one suffering is himself.

This spiritual array was left by the first Yan Jun, and only the new Yan Jun can take back this power.

It took Li Siyuan a long time to wake up gradually, the pain passed, and he understood that all the black mist flowed on the Buddha lotus behind him.

Soon, he felt that something was leaving behind him. Slowly, it grew from behind him. First, green vines wrapped around his left shoulder, his arm, and finally a flower bud covered the back of his hand.

The bud seems to want to absorb the sunlight, but there is no sun at this time, the bud can only move closer to Mingli who is emitting golden light, and finally, rubbing against the light from Mingli's body, it blooms tremblingly.

The spirits raised their heads, stood up with joy, turned into a mist in no particular order, flew towards the flower, and finally melted into the flower and dissipated completely.

The flowers have just fully bloomed.

Li Siyuan opened his mouth and said, "The array is broken."

Ming Li nodded earnestly, took him back to the ground, held him tightly in his arms and kissed him.

Li Siyuan thought of impermanence, blushed and pushed him, Mingli then rubbed his neck and backed away a little.

The crew members by the tree had long been out of control, but they were stunned by Mingli before they were awake, and they tied everyone up with iron chains, and dragged them to Mingli: "I'll send them back."

Mingli nodded, Wuchang disappeared immediately, and those people also disappeared.

Li Siyuan stared blankly at the lotus in his hand, this feeling was very strange, the lotus seemed to be a part of his body, he could control the lotus just like controlling his own hand.

But with a thought in his mind, the flower returned to his left shoulder and burrowed into his skin.

He looked at Ming Li in surprise, and said, "I can control it!"

"Yeah." Ming Li hugged him distressedly, still annoyed that he didn't think carefully enough to put this person in a predicament, carefully kissed him and frowned: "Does it still hurt?"

Li Siyuan laughed and shook his head: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

He pulled Ming Li towards the tree, and said, "I saw some pictures just now."

Ming Li looked at him sideways: "What did you see?"

Li Siyuan stared at the tree fixedly: "I must know her."

Then Li Siyuan told Ming Li what he saw, Ming Li also looked at the tree, and suddenly stepped forward to listen.

"She didn't die." Ming Li backed away, looked at Li Siyuan and said, "She didn't die completely, maybe just a chance, she can come back to life."

Li Siyuan felt that the big stone in his heart had fallen to the ground, and looked at the tree with relief: "I hope that one day, when we come back, we can see that she has grown leaves."

He pulled Mingli out, his expression changed slightly: "Now we have to go back and ask the village chief what his intentions are."

Ming Li immediately picked him up and quickly disappeared in place.

Not long after they left, a figure walked out of the forest.

He has a slender figure, wearing a gorgeous robe, with an unbelievably beautiful face, with a red streak in the corner of his eyes, which is flamboyant and gorgeous.

He walked under the tree step by step, staring at the tree with endless thoughts and love.

In 710 years, I can finally touch you again.

When Li Siyuan and Mingli returned to the village, Wuchang had tied up the villagers one by one and placed them on an empty platform in the center of the village.

Li Siyuan looked at the terrified village chief expressionlessly, and said in a cold voice, "You did it."

The village head was so frightened that he repeatedly begged for mercy. His son stood in front of him, begging and looking at Li Siyuan: "We have no choice but to see it wrong. Please let us go!"

Li Siyuan sneered: "Let you go? If all the people who came here were ordinary people, they would all have been killed by now."

A girl behind cried and shook her head. She didn't dare to look at the man who locked them with an iron chain, and said tremblingly: "We don't want to harm anyone, we just want to be free."

Li Siyuan frowned, and the girl continued: "Do you know why the people of Wu Village have been staying in this poor village? Because there is a rule in this village that the eldest son and eldest daughter of every family must stay in the village to guard an old tree. , but that tree is simply a dead tree!"

The girl was crying with tears all over her face, half out of fear and half out of resentment: "Why do we have to pay back what our ancestors promised us from generation to generation! I studied in the town since I was a child, and I have to walk back and forth for four hours every day. Mountain road!"

"I just want to go out and have a look, but it's because I'm the eldest daughter! Just last year, I received a letter from the university..." The girl burst into tears: "But I can't go!"

Li Siyuan was stunned, the village turned into a sea of ​​blood for a while, and the crying girl in front of him for a while.

Ming Li grabbed his hand and looked at the girl coldly: "Then do you know that as long as the people in Wu Village leave Wu Village, they will die within three months at the most."