There are always villains who want to harm my master

Chapter 47

Yunmengze has beautiful scenery, and all kinds of fragrant flowers and herbs are lush and lush, all crowded together to cultivate immortals.

Several lakes are connected to form a lake with rippling green waves. Where there is no water, there are long ribbon-like water plants, algae and midges, and egrets flying across. Their long feet form a graceful silhouette under the red sun.

Chuanwu's hut is located among these water plants, Zhulong chose the place himself, just because it is close to the water and hidden.

He has spent some time, but no one knows.

That day Zhulong turned into a Ningmeng grass spirit to take care of Chuanwu, but he disappeared for a few days.

Ningmeng Grass Essence sweeps every day, and Chuanwu sits on the table and listens quietly to her talking about the strange things about Yunmengze.

It was her first time to be a human being, so she was naturally curious about everything, but naturally she dared not neglect the things that Master Shanshen explained.

For Chuan Wuna, he is diligent, watering and loosening the soil on time every day, and moving the huge flower pots in and out. He has never complained or delayed once.

"I really envy you, weeds and wild flowers like us can't live in such a good spirit vessel even when our spirit energy is exhausted."

Ningmeng put down the flower pot to breathe, and she also squatted down at the door, bored, chanting casually.

"The mountain god is really kind to you. You must be a very rare spirit grass, right? Or did he get the treasure after all the hard work?"

"I see. You must be a very important person to him. Are you asleep?"

"Or... the mountain god is ashamed of you?"

"A friend sent you to him?"

"You are still a poisonous weed... Ah, don't poison me!"

Ningmeng babbled on by herself, guessing almost all possible identities of Chuanwu.

It was quiet all around, only the soft wind was blowing.

"Hey, I don't know when the Great Mountain God will come back... the dragon blood he left behind is almost used up, what can you do if there is no dragon blood?"

The grass leaves in the basin moved slightly, without sound.

"If he doesn't come back, am I going to take care of you here for the rest of my life?" Ningmeng frowned, and then changed her smile again.

"Forget it, no matter what, the mountain god is kind to me. I have to take good care of you. You must be healthy and healthy. My mission will be completed!"

Although Ningmeng has never seen Chuanwu's appearance, she can feel a light green girl sitting next to her.

"The Great Mountain God said about your past, what did you experience in the past? How did it become like this?"

The grass leaves in the pot shook again and again, unable to speak, but Ning Meng seemed to feel a faint sadness.

Once upon a time?Where to start?She pretended to be a mountain god in the world and was caught by the mountain god himself?Or did she risk her life to go to the Mountain God's Mansion to rescue soldiers?Is it cheeky to worship under the Cangzhu God, or is it a beautiful day in the mountain god's mansion, which is as unreal as a dream?
The wind demon, the snow ghost, the spirit lock nail, the golden crow, the sky, the fire, and the bloody dawn, the chest he held her in the brothel, or the wind and sand that set the wind?
She couldn't remember clearly, so many times in the past, she couldn't explain a single thing, and the days passed by in such a muddle, she never realized that they had traveled so much.

It seems that a long time has passed before, she is like a stubborn bluestone in the flowing water, she still stays where she is, and will always be the chosen one.

He can control her, but she can't see him clearly.

Zhulong is right, Chuanwu can indeed perceive everything around him.

Her primordial spirit did dissipate when she fixed Fengze, but the strange thing is that she didn't return to Taixu, but changed from one to several, floating lightly in the air.

If the body dies, it can only return to the most primitive Chuanwucao appearance, unable to speak or act, and sleep forever.

"Ordinary grass and flowers don't even need dragon's blood. They can grow into a human form by leaps and bounds just by being influenced by that immortal energy... Why are you still so fragile after being watered by this dragon's blood for so many days?"

Ningmeng frowned and looked at Chuanwu carefully, and then diligently adjusted the angle for her to bask in the sun.

"Wait, we're pouring that dragon's blood every day. Ordinary fairies simply can't bear such a powerful spiritual power... You won't be backlashed—you'll die, right?"

It was going to die, and she couldn't afford to pay for it.

Ningmeng was so frightened that the hands that lifted the leaves were trembling, but when she saw the roots, they were white, tender, and full of vitality, and her heart fell back into her stomach.

"Huh—fortunately not, it scared me to death!"

"You are just thinner and have no other defects. How can you be useless at all?"

Ning Meng frowned, looking at the gradually sinking sunset and thinking.

Obviously, this slightly complicated question was too profound for her limited brain.

"Forget it, it's not my turn to worry about your immortal affairs, I'd better be myself."

Ningmeng is very good at finding reasons for herself, if she can't figure it out, she simply doesn't want to.She has been transformed for a few days, and her brain is new, so of course it doesn't work well.

It's not just that her brain is not working well, her body is also not working well. She seems to be unable to accept that she is the master of this body. She always walks with the same hands and feet, and is used to feeding food through her nose.

There is no way, who made her mana low?
Ningmeng let out a long sigh, and stretched out facing the darkening sky:
"I should take you back!"

The flowerpot is heavy, and every time Ningmeng hugs it, she has to use all her strength.

She was standing up staggeringly, when suddenly she couldn't exert any strength on her leg, and it seemed that some fine needles were pricking her under the skin—the leg was numb.

The hug has already been picked up, and the legs are out of control, and I can't put it down.Ningmeng froze in mid-air and moved forward little by little.

Originally, this was very good, but who would have forgotten that there is a high threshold in front of the wooden house.

The front foot was hit by the threshold, and the back foot stepped on the stairs, and hit the wooden door which was not stable with a "bang", and the flower pot was thrown several feet away by the huge inertia.

"Ruined!"

The moment the flowerpot was thrown out, Ningmeng felt her brain suddenly go blank, and time seemed to be extremely slow, and she could even clearly see the beautiful somersault of the flowerpot in the air.

Then he fell to the ground without mercy.

"Ah!" She had already thought about how to die.

But the moment it landed, the heavy flowerpot was lifted up by a cloud of purple air, and it rose higher and higher until it fell firmly into a big hand.

A purple figure emerged from the darkness, and the candle dragon stepped on the water waves, coming from the black and blue night in the evening with stars.

"Death."

Zhulong was very displeased, without a word of extraneous words, glanced at Ningmeng Caojing who was lying on the side trembling, and spit out two words.

"No, Lord Mountain God! I don't want to die... I, I will do something else to make up for it! You can ask me to do anything!" Ningmeng cried out in fright, begging for mercy repeatedly.

But Zhulong didn't have that much time to chat with her, he directly stepped over the grass spirit Ningmeng who was kneeling and begging for mercy, and walked into the room without saying a word.

After bathing, changing clothes, and burning a piece of soothing incense, after finishing a series of tasks, he sat down quietly beside Chuanwu.

The furnishings of the wooden house are still the same as when he left, but it always feels a little strange.

The night came around, a few stars hung on the sky, and a faint light shot down from the skylight.

Zhulong sat under the light of the day, the starlight fell on his shoulders, he was upright and meticulous - he was like a lonely snow lotus in Gaoling, sacred and indifferent.

In the past few days since he left, he was restless almost every day, worried that there was something abnormal in Chuanwu, and vaguely felt that something happened to the Shanshen Mansion.

This might be his last night with her...

Zhulong silently watched the floating dust in the air wandering in the starlight, and in the whole Yunmengze, the voices of insects sang a farewell dirge.

"Chuanwu, I'm leaving for Nanshan Realm tomorrow, you..."

"hiss……"

Just as he was talking, his heart suddenly ached. Zhulong was sitting, his hands holding the chair were already bruised.It took a long time to calm down.

"Master!"

Chuan Wu yelled in the basin, but no one could hear her.

"You can rest here to recover from your injuries. When everything is over, I will definitely come back to pick you up."

Pick up... pick her up?
Master means... do not want her?
Chuan Wu's heart suddenly felt sour like vinegar.

She knew that she was useless, she was just an ordinary little mountain spirit, not some peerless magic grass that Ningmeng was talking about, and she didn't deserve Master to treat her like this.

The master didn't want her, so he drove her out of the mountain god's mansion, and finally hugged the master's thigh. She thought she could follow the master to finish the journey.

Unexpectedly, Master didn't want her anymore.

Candle Dragon couldn't see that Chuanwu's transparent soul had burst into tears, and he smiled at the grass in the basin:

"This seat has purified all the miasma, and also bestowed blessings on the mortals who have been blessed, so you don't have to feel guilty now, do you?"

Master, you don't have to do this...

Chuan Wu sniffed and wiped away his tears.

Where did she get the qualifications to ask the mountain god to do for her?

Zhulong's lips moved, trying to say something, but stopped.

Chuanwu looked at Shizun with pale lips, and felt for the first time that he was actually very pitiful.

Like... an orphan without a mother.

Both of them are helpless waifs, if only they could keep each other warm.

Chuanwu himself was taken aback when this idea came to his mind, and quickly dismissed this ridiculous idea.

Where did she get the confidence to "keep each other warm" with the mountain god?What can she give him?Her worthless tears?

She is simply a goblin who is overconfident and daring!
After all, the master is a master, he is her master, and also the master of thousands of disciples of the mountain gods.

He has lived for so many years, he has seen countless elves and fairies, and the Mountain God Mansion has received tens of thousands of disciples, how could she want his preference?
Who does she think she is?
Chuanwu has almost convinced himself to accept Master's arrangement.

Zhulong didn't know that Chuanwu Yuanshen had condensed the second day after he left, but the body hadn't returned to its original appearance.

"Little mountain spirit, come here quickly. When you recover, the pieces will be collected. Then, settle down those mud dots. There are still many delicious and interesting things in the four realms that you haven't seen before." Candle Long said intentionally.

"Besides, don't you want to be a great hero to save the world? After killing the magic dragon completely, the world will be peaceful, and you will be the number one hero in the world..."

"Chuanwu, you don't have to think about anything, no matter what happens, I will take care of it for you."

Master twitched the corners of his mouth very sadly, and forced a smile.

Where is he specially going to collect the miasma, he is trying his best to slow down the engulfing of his mental and physical strength by the hole of creation.

Without telling her, he went to reshape his muscles and bones.

The poison of the spirit-locking nail had been deeply planted in his body, and he couldn't pull it out, he could only scrape his bones. The hole of creation was dispelling his reason all the time from morning till night.

With such a pinch from inside and outside, he won't be able to wait long.

Leaving this mess behind, do you want Cang Zhu and the others to fight to the death with the magic dragon?Or are you counting on Chuanwu to find all the fragments of Yuanshen?

She doesn't know anything now, she only knows that the purpose of this trip is to find the fragments, because the dragon is going to shake the sky.

What if I can't find it?What if he dies prematurely?What does this battle represent?She doesn't know anything.

She is just a mountain spirit, she just wants to live her thousands of years of life happily, and he alone can bear the rest.

Zhulong's lips were a little pale, and his hair was still black when he left, but after he returned, it was already mixed with strands of silver.

To reshape the muscles and bones, you can't see a ray of light, you can't see a gleam of flowing air, you close the five senses, empty your blood, and then peel off the flesh one by one, leaving only the bones and muscles.

But this is just the beginning. To resist the erosion of the hole of creation, you have to throw yourself into real fire like alchemy, burn for twelve hours, then enter the ice, freeze for twelve hours, thaw out of the ice, and finally You have to be punished by thunder for twelve hours.

After this torture, the muscles and bones are restructured, and the skin and flesh will grow back before it is completely over.

Including the round-trip journey and the delay in Dingfengze, it was exactly 5 days and 5 nights.

Chuanwu didn't know, but saw that the master was very tired, so he didn't dare to disturb him, and sat quietly beside his bed.

The flower pot was on the low stool beside him, almost touching his head.

"Chuanwu..." Master murmured in his dream.

"I'm here." Chuan Wu responded lightly, without disturbing his sleep.

"Sichuan……"

Fell asleep, dreaming for the first time.

Zhulong is too tired, does the mountain god who never sleeps have such fragile moments?

Chuanwu couldn't help covering his mouth and giggling, and tiptoed out the door.

The moon rises from Dongshan, and the stars are shining brightly.

Ningmeng sat at the door with her head downcast.

During the day, the mountain god wanted to kill her, but there has been no movement until now. She has said goodbye to all her relatives and friends.

Give her death now, she has no regrets.

Chuan Wu sat down next to her, watching her frowning, digging a big hole in the ground.

"Why doesn't the mountain god kill me..." Ningmeng muttered with a mournful face.

An early death is an early end, these days she has experienced a handful of human happiness, and she will die with peace...

Chuanwu didn't believe that Master would kill her, at best, he would restore her back to the past, without decades of cultivation.

A long, long time ago, Master said that all things have spirits, and every living being should be respected, unless it commits an unforgivable crime, killing arbitrarily is no different from the evil gods and dragons.

Master will not kill her.

The master can only kill people with blunt knives, he will give you infinite warmth for a while, and abandon you as cold as ice for a while.

Blunt knives kill people, only she, a fool, died under the back of the knife.

　persist in!Persistence is victory! !I must work hard!If you don't force yourself, you don't know how strong your perseverance is!One more week to reach 30 days!Dear readers, encourage each other!

　　
　
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