He just was unwilling to give up and felt that creation was trying to make people!

Why can’t I transform myself? Why did Daoyuan meet the fourth senior brother 100,000 years ago!

"What are you talking about cooking raw rice?" At this moment, Daoyuan walked out with a puzzled look on the side of the mountain road.

"No... nothing..." Daoxing trembled, and said stutteringly, immediately: "Junior brother, I still remember that I have not finished some things, so I won't continue to wander around with you!"

After the words fell, before Yang Sanyang could react, Daoxing's figure was gone.

"What did you just say about cooking raw rice?" Daoyuan widened his eyes and looked at Yang Sanyang with curiosity.

"No... nothing..." Yang Sanyang immediately shook his head repeatedly, changing the topic: "Senior sister, why are you here?"

"The fourth senior brother went into seclusion and said he wanted to practice hard and strive for a place for the true teachings. I was bored alone, so I walked down the mountain. I thought I hadn't seen you for five hundred years, and I missed you very much. You didn't come to see me, so I thought about going down the mountain to find you!" Daoyuan narrowed his big eyes, as if he was crescent: "Little monkey, five hundred years have passed, and your wine should be brewed, right?"

“…”

What else can Yang Sanyang say?

He never thought that he would cultivate Daoyuan into an alcoholic.

"Follow me!" Yang Sanyang stretched out his hand and naturally grabbed Daoyuan's slender and delicate fingers, exuding a faint warmth like jade. Then the two walked down the mountain and arrived in the peach blossom forest of the back mountain. Yang Sanyang stomped his feet, and the sand and gravel on the ground rolled, and four jars of wine were slowly squeezed out by the earth and stones.

"Wow, what a wonderful method. I have come here secretly before, even digging three feet into the ground, but I have never found a wine jar hidden in the soil. How did you do it?" Daoyuan looked at Yang Sanyang with curiosity, and small stars appeared in his eyes, which seemed to be able to reflect the stars in the void.

"It's unspeakable!" Yang Sanyang picked up the wine jar, slowly climbed to the bluestone, and came to the depths of the Peach Blossom Land. He leaned against the peach tree, swept over the river that was about to freeze and frozen, and slowly opened the wine plug: "Five hundred years of fine wine can be drinkable."

"Good wine! Good wine!" Daoyuan's eyes lit up, and he walked over like a wine worm. He picked up the wine jar on the ground, pulled out the plug, and a shiny luster appeared in his eyes. He couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then swallowed the wine in big mouthfuls: "Good wine! Good wine!"

"This is brewed by me myself, so wine is naturally good wine!" Yang Sanyang smiled, then slowly pecked at the wine, and his eyes showed his fascination: "What a pity!"

"What a pity?" Daoyuan couldn't help asking.

"It's a pity that the Cretaceous period is coming, and the peach blossoms all over the mountain have faded. Otherwise, the fine wine, beautiful scenery, and beauties are the best artistic conception, and they can taste the taste even more!" Yang Sanyang stared at Daoyuan with bright eyes.

Daoyuan twisted unnaturally, raised his head and drank a mouthful of wine, and a hint of red appeared on his face: "You are full of peach trees, so you can't be considered a beautiful view."

"The Yaoyao Peach Forest is three thousand miles long, isn't it still a beautiful scenery?" Yang Sanyang refused to comment.

"Hahaha, then you have never seen a truly beautiful scenery! In my hometown, there is a sycamore tree, which is the innate spiritual root that was born through the world. The sycamore tree is high into the sea of ​​stars. Every autumn, the leaves of the sycamore tree will turn red, just like a fire cloud covering a radius of 30,000 miles. It is so beautiful! I remember when I was young, I would often stand under the sycamore tree to pick up the leaves falling from the sycamore tree. The sycamore tree is the innate spiritual root. Whoever can get more leaves, the bigger the fate method, the more the clan will be valued by the clan!" Daoyuan looked dazed, and a trace of remembrance appeared in his eyes, and pearl light slid from the corners of his eyes: "I have been away from my hometown for 150,000 years, and the leaves of the sycamore tree fell one after another. I don't know that the sisters in my family are so good."

“Sycamore tree!

Yang Sanyang was stunned when he heard this. He could not imagine how beautiful it would be when the sycamore tree penetrated into the sea of ​​stars and covered the world with 30,000 miles of leaves.

"The Phoenix Clan seems to be under the command of the Demon Ancestor, and the senior sister is a member of the Demon Clan?" Yang Sanyang said in surprise.

"I am not a member of the Feng tribe, I am just a person from a small tribe under the Feng tribe! The phoenix is ​​high in the sky, lands on the sycamore tree, and drinks Liquan on the mountain. It must be gold and wood to stop. How can I compare to it?" Daoyuan laughed at himself: "You must be confused in your heart, why am I a member of the demon clan, and the ancestor will accept me as his disciple?"

Yang Sanyang nodded, the reason was a bit unreasonable. The demon clan and the god clan were mortal enemies. How could the ancestors win over the enemy?

"Hahaha! Hahaha! The ancestor is broad-minded and always wants to resolve the hatred between the two tribes. The gods are high and look down on the hundreds of tribes in the Great Wilderness, believing that the hundreds of tribes in the Great Wilderness are their vassals and are arbitrarily enslaved and bullied. Later, the Demon Ancestor rose up and restrained some tribes that were unwilling to be bullied by the gods, living in the west to compete with the gods! Now the demons are powerful and have the power to sweep the world and swallow the gods, and they want to put the high gods on the altar."

"The ancestor wanted to resolve the conflict between the gods and the demon clan, but unfortunately he was not strong enough. He only hoped to accept the monks of the hundreds of clans as his disciples. In the future, relying on these disciples to return to the Great Wilderness, constantly communicating with the existence and absence, and improving the situation of the Great Wilderness!" Daoyuan was laughing, and tears fell from laughter: "The ancestors selected all the elites of the hundreds of clans. When they returned, they would inevitably be attracted by the clan, and they would become increasingly powerful and gain some of their voice. What a pity..."

Daoyuan shook his head and did not continue talking.

Although she didn't say it, Yang Sanyang already had speculation in his mind.

Drinking, a jar of lower abdomen, Daoyuan's face turned red, lying in Yang Sanyang's arms, constantly talking to him about his hometown.

Where can I have the best scenery, the most beautiful sycamore trees, and her tribe and family.

Yang Sanyang held Daoyuan's waist and just hoped that time would stop and would never pass in the future.

Daoyuan's waist is very thin and soft, and it is very comfortable to caress.

Yang Sanyang closed his eyes, and Daoyuan crawled on his chest, crying bitterly: "150,000 years! 150,000 years! My parents have not yet attained a celestial immortal, so I am afraid that it has not been too long. But I have not yet practiced the Taoist Dharma, so how can I give up halfway? The hope of the tribe is placed on me, and I hope that I can practice the Taoist Dharma and protect the tribe."

"My tribe is just a small race, not even a powerful person in the Golden Immortal Realm. If there is no blessing from the Demon Ancestor, it will probably have been erased by countless powerful races! There was a peerless genius in my family before, who was close to the Demon Ancestor..."

"How many times have the sycamore trees in my hometown fallen? Recently, I often go back to the past in my dreams, go back to my childhood, and run constantly under the sycamore trees, catching the fallen leaves all over the sky! And my younger brother, my brother, I don't know how it is now!"

Daoyuan's tears wet Yang Sanyang's clothes, his voice full of memories.

She is a girl after all, she looks crazy on weekdays, but she always misses home.

"At that time, I first came to Lingshan and met the Fourth Senior Brother. At that time, I was still young, and the Fourth Senior Brother took care of me and comforted me, but later the Fourth Senior Brother gradually changed slowly!" There were two empty halls left by Daoyuan: "You don't know, my biggest dream at that time was to marry the Fourth Senior Brother when I grew up. That was my dream of life in my entire childhood, but he has become so strange now! I am so scared!"

Daoyuan curled up and fell on Yang Sanyang. Yang Sanyang hugged Daoyuan in his arms, looked at the tears on his face, and sighed softly: "I am only jealous. Why are you spending the hardest times with you, not me! Why am I late for 100,000 years?"

"I envy him! I never hated my skin before, but now I suddenly feel that this skin is so ugly!" Yang Sanyang slowly closed his eyes:

"Have you ever fought for others in this life?"

"There is a sycamore tree in the south of the sky, covering thousands of miles into the clouds. The fallen leaves are like fire rain in autumn, and the sprinkling of silk in spring is better than spring!"

Daoyuan is murmured in a dream.

Three days later

Daoyuan woke up and lay quietly in Yang Sanyang's arms.

"You must eat less in the future. You are too heavy now!" Yang Sanyang said earnestly: "I can't breathe."

"Good mouth and smooth tongue!" Daoyuan rolled his eyes: "I feel much more comfortable after being drunk."

"You dreamed," said Yang Sanyang.

"How do you know?" Daoyuan raised his head, touched Yang Sanyang's chin with his forehead, and the strands of hair touched the person itchy.

My body is itchy, my heart is even more itchy.

"Because I heard your crying, I cried heartbrokenly, like a child!" Yang Sanyang said.

Daoyuan was silent after hearing this. After a while, he said, "I want to go home, but I can't go back. The Phoenix Clan lives in the south of the sky, south of Buzhou Mountain. It is countless dangers to go to the ends of the earth. If I cannot become a golden immortal in one day, I cannot go back in one day."

"Then don't you have to wait for a long time?" Yang Sanyang said in surprise.

"If there is another Huiyuan, I will definitely be able to become a celestial immortal. If there are another fifty Huiyuan, I will probably be able to become a Golden Immortal!" Daoyuan sighed, his voice full of melancholy.

A memorial is 129,600 years, and fifty 129,600 years... This is a long number, and life is like a year!

Yang Sanyang smiled, looking at Daoyuan in his arms with his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Okay, it's time for me to leave. I'm going to practice in the mountains. I may not be able to be able to become a Golden Immortal in this life. Thanks to the two supreme spiritual creatures you gave me, I have the foundation to become a Golden Immortal when I can become a Golden Immortal!" Daoyuan sat up slowly, supported his hands on Yang Sanyang's chest, and kissed him on his face with a 'basket': "Little Monkey, you are so nice! Master, I am very satisfied. This is what Master I reward you."

After saying that, he turned over and sat up, pointed at Yang Sanyang's towering height, and laughed and said, "Look at you, do you know whether you are ashamed, so I'll find a female monkey for you tomorrow."

After the words fell, the whole person was gone.

"Oh!" Yang Sanyang's face collapsed instantly, and the feeling was unspeakable: "She really doesn't treat me as a man!"

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