Master is tempting, come to my disciple's arms

The reason why the sleeping Bingqing Yukai did not appear in front of the public was because it was immersed in an endless cycle with no beginning or end.

The overflowing illusory power of dreams makes the container of the entity gradually become full and expanded. In order to accommodate all virtual configurations, another roughly similar dream is derived from the dream, commonly known as the derivative realm.

Only special people will be drawn into its derivative environment without any dominant consciousness, and the sign of special people is that they belong to the same family of plants and flowers as it.

Perhaps this is something that even it itself did not realize. It is no longer the protagonist of this dream.

The scenery is charming, the spiritual energy is abundant, and the passage of time has slowed down because of this fairyland. His impatience has been wasted and he has become slow. Su Mu doesn't know what kind of plant he has turned into. He can't move his head or look sideways. His only pleasure is to stare at the various animals playing, running, jumping, and eating in front of him, and to look out at the green peaks and hills hidden in the mist. He has silently repeated the three words "Wen Guangbai" thousands of times in his mind. This is the spiritual sustenance that he cannot give up at the moment.

He has no neighbors or companions, and no one listens to him when he wants to have fun. This test of purity and purity is so boring and tedious. Maybe it's just because he's lonely, so he has to let me have a taste of this hardship and play this damn role-swapping cameo role.

Someone come! If I continue to be alone, my language communication ability will degenerate and be lost...

The man, who couldn't say a word, looked depressed and melancholy. It was a pity that he was a plant now, so the word "expression" didn't fit him at all.

It seems like something has triggered the trajectory of my life, and it is surging in an unknown and strange direction. Whether it is good or bad, there is no escape.

Raindrops seeped out from the clouds, and tiny silver threads hung vertically from top to bottom in the covered area. This rain did not rely on the power of wind, and the rain was straight and neat. The moisture of the rain enriched the spiritual plants and the land below. Even the sumac tried hard to absorb the moisture and nutrients brought by the sweet rain. The water vapor and fog blended together, and the thousands of red and green colors were charming.

Being a plant has its advantages, but being a human is tiring and difficult. Among the countless living beings in the world, who can truly coexist with tranquility and worldly affairs? Even if they are trivial things in life, picking sesame seeds every day would make you exhausted, right?

A hollow and ethereal voice kept coming out of my heart, saying, "Become a plant! Being a plant is beneficial and harmless! There is only happiness and no sadness."

Repeatedly, over and over again, the hypnotic tone continued to eat away at his gradually blurred mind. After staring blankly for so long, his eyelids finally relaxed a little. He raised his tired eyes, and the scenery in front of him was sometimes clear and sometimes hazy. He was so sleepy... He wanted to have a deep sleep. No matter whether it was objects or people, they were no longer so important to him.

Wen Guangbai...Wen Guangbai...Wen Guangbai...

The surviving consciousness in his mind was calling out the name of his beloved. What if he couldn't hold on any longer? Perhaps over time, Wen Guangbai would gradually forget him.

The heart of plants and trees is like that of rocks, and they never change. From being heartless to having a heart, from being emotionless to having affection, rocks are cold and plants are indifferent. People often use these two things to mock and abuse those who are heartless and unfeeling, saying, "You are simply made of wood. You have no heart like that rock."

A cold-faced person is soft-hearted, while a passionate person is cold-hearted. Who is the grass? Who is the stone? And who can see through the superficial illusion and the mask?

The expected ending was completely different from what I had imagined. The moment I closed my eyes, the scene in front of me changed again.

The place is still the same, but the scene that can be seen before the eyes can be described as the end of the world, the Shura of hell.

Front, back, left, and right, there were long roars and howls of various animals, mixed with the deafening shouts of people: "Charge! Kill!"

The suffocating and piercing sounds brought by the magical weapons rose one after another, and the destructive energy from the clanging of the weapons split into the space below. The grass and trees suddenly burst into wails and screams, and the surrounding vegetation immediately followed suit.

The idyllic land had suddenly turned into an ancient battlefield. Several large holes were poked in the open grassland, each as wide as a palace. Several animal and human corpses were scattered not far away. On the edge of the pit, there were several corpses with strange postures and incomplete torsos, some of which were human and some were demons. The mountains in the distance were not much better. Most of their heads had been cut off, leaving only a broken waist. The green grass had long been separated from the ground, broken into pieces and scattered all over, revealing the lowest layer of scorched soil. Countless immortal plants had died, uprooted and moved from their original positions.

The blood condensed into blood mist, and "reconciled" with the evil smoke and miasma all over the ground, hovering in mourning over every life that was lost.

Su Mu was unable to move. He could only infer from the tragic scene in front of him that both sides had suffered heavy casualties in this battle. Fortunately, his nameless plant was not affected by the war, and there were only a few of his kind left...

Not long after, a bloody storm suddenly struck. When the disgusting wind was gone and not a drop of blood was left, the temperature dropped sharply. In a moment, a rare heavy snow fell.

The snow came in full force. Su Mu watched it fall again and again, endlessly. The soft grass lost its original softness and colors and covered itself with a thick white fur coat.

The memory came to an abrupt end here. A strong suction force broke through the outer wall and pulled Su Mu out. He turned his head and looked around for a few times, trying to dispel the thoughts in his mind and see what kind of vegetation he had turned into. Following his gaze, he saw a thick supporting trunk with a large number of branches split on it. There were many small side vines on the branches, and bunches of crimson grapes shyly hiding in the goose-foot-shaped green leaves...

Each grape is plump and large, with silvery-white flesh. You can tell at first glance that this grape variety is very special.

Hmm... I finally figured it out, so let's go!

It was as if his head was hit by a heavy object. Before Su Mu could even cry out in pain, he closed his eyes and fainted.

When I opened my eyes again, I found my hands folded on my stomach. My hair, eyelashes, and clothes were all covered with snowflakes. I looked very peaceful and calm.

Someone who was almost buried in the snow, supported his head and struggled to get up from the ground. "Hiss~" The man squinted his eyes and grimaced in pain. The biting cold air was inhaled into his mouth. The irritation of the alternating cold and hot forced him to cough loudly, and then more cold air poured into his throat...

After finally stopping the annoying cough, he looked up and saw that he was the only one left here. During the time when he was pulled into the derivative realm, others had returned empty-handed. Su Mu, who always had good luck, brushed off the snowflakes on his body. A few steps away from him, he saw a pure jade tree in the snow.

With a faint white light emanating from its body, the Bingqing Yukai plant had just woken up. Its two slender leaves, acting as small hands, bent in front of it and rubbed the string of ice beads twice. The beads swayed slightly with its movements. Sensing that someone was observing it, the Bingqing Yukai put down its leaves, and the ice beads tilted slightly to the right, tilting its head to meet Su Mu's undisguised gaze.

"Are we of the same species?" The lovely fairy plant didn't even have a mouth, but it just asked in a friendly way. Su Mu didn't expect that this fairy plant was so advanced that it could actually communicate with him face to face.

The two started the conversation of their first meeting. How could a human being be the same kind as Bing Qing Yukai? Then he uttered two clear words to deny Bing Qing Yukai's words.

The fairy plant had a liking for him and invited him to take it away. Su Mu happily approached it, squatted down and carefully dug the fairy plant out of the snow. He also kept the snow mud on the rhizome and placed it in a small bamboo backpack. This trip was really worth it.

The one-horned spirit deer at the foot of the snow-capped mountain had gone off to play around, so the man had no choice but to send out a clear and loud whistle to call the spirit beast which was not waiting there.

Upon hearing the command from its master, the white deer leaped out from the bushes on the other side of the ice lake, and its four legs rubbed against the ice surface as if they were equipped with wheels, producing sparks.

In a flash, the one-horned white deer ran to his side. "Yo Yo~" the white deer blinked its round animal eyes and made a soft call from its mouth, while its furry head kept pressing against Su Mu's palm.

It seemed to be saying, "Master, I know I was wrong. Come and touch my head to calm me down."

Naturally, Su Mu would not be angry with the spirit deer, nor would he argue with the spirit beast. After smoothing the hair on the spirit deer's head, he returned the same way, sitting on the thick back of the spirit deer with the gains of this trip.

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Because Wang Tiansheng and the male disciples of his sect violated moral customs and disrupted social order, other sects in the cultivation world jokingly called them the Hehuan Sect's Tianyan Backdoor.

The female practitioners of Hehuan Sect were not convinced by this statement. They practiced the legitimate Hehuan technique and expounded the legitimate Hehuan dual cultivation. The century-old brand was not boasted. They would not accept anyone who was so blind as to destroy their reputation and steal their jobs. They would not acknowledge that Tianyan Sect was a branch of their Hehuan Sect.

Wang Tiansheng himself did not make any comments on this matter or apologize publicly. Everyone felt that he, the leader of a sect, was like a coward who hid himself whenever something happened.

But is the truth as the outsiders said? Wang Tiansheng and the male disciples practiced together, and the fun was so fascinating. Of course, not all male disciples were willing to go beyond this level of status and do such a dirty thing. Some of them were disgusted with the same sex and avoided such things. Wang Tiansheng did not force the male disciples who were unwilling to do so, and let them do what they usually did. And he was only so promiscuous at night, and the rest of the time was no different from what he usually did.

Gu Ruanruan did not abandon the sect. The two handsome junior brothers who surrounded her and called her senior sister all the time had already been taken in by Wang Tiansheng and were living a happy and indulgent life every day. I wonder if the sect leader's body can withstand it?

Now the responsibility of guiding the disciples in their practice falls solely on her. Except for her who has the most experience and the best qualifications, the others have all joined other sects.

Wen Guangbai also revealed to Xu Luoge that Jiang Yuning's mother was in Baicao Pavilion. No wonder Su Mu didn't allow him to wander around, just to prevent him from running into Jiang Yuning's mother. Thinking of the days in Baicao Pavilion, his fair face suddenly turned red like rouge. It was too absurd and too reckless...

Xu Luoge caught a glimpse of his junior brother’s blushing face for no reason. It turned out to be quite good-looking.