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"How are you feeling now?" the narrator asks.

Song Qianji lazily replied: "That's it, not bad."

"Without the Fountain of Immortality, without the strongest cultivation base, and without even the physical body, do you still feel good?"

"You do not understand."

Song Qianji thought to himself that I have finished my battles in this life, guarded my land, accomplished what I failed to do in my previous life, and made this world a better place by accident. If I want to say regret, there is only one. .

"You just said that my soul is kept in the Supertree? Why are you here?" he asked.

"I am the narrator, invisible and invisible, wandering anywhere in the world at random. Now I have the acquiescence of the original will of the world to wake you up." The narrator very graciously offered two plates of melon seeds and peanuts, "Try it, it is also what you liked before. "

Song Qianji knocked on the melon seeds and fell into deep thought: "The river of time, you also let me see it with your acquiescence, right? Last time you lied to me!"

"Ahem, let's not talk about the past, let's live in the future..."

Song Qianji flicked his sleeves: "Who wants to live with you!" He asked, "What if I fail this time?"

The narrator said in frustration: "You are the last chance, if you fail, everyone can only die together, and I will die too."

Song Qianji thought that the original will of the world has the will to save itself, but it cannot directly intervene in the evolution and development of the world. It can only send him back to the past to start over again and give the world one more chance.

If he fails, the whole world will no longer even have a narration, so after he succeeds, a back door is opened for him?And let the narration come in to accompany you?

Song Qianji is actually not very angry. It is better to keep it in a tree now than in someone else's realm.

How uncomfortable it is to be dependent on others, just ask the souls of migrant workers in his wheat fields before.

"What else do you need?" the narrator asked dog-leggedly, "I'll do my best."

Song Qianji: "I want to go back to farming, is that okay?"

"You are a supernatural tree. Now the world is supported by you. You are equivalent to the creation of the world, no, the god who supports the world. As long as you work hard to bear fruit, when the fruit falls to the ground, you will be able to get a new body." The narrator exaggerated, "At that time you With the body of a god, on par with mortals, I can naturally go back to farming, congratulations!"

In the body of a god, on par with a mortal?Reverse practice?

Song Qianji didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "We are happy together. There must be people outside who care about me, and I want to tell them that my soul is still alive."

The narrator has a problem: "A tree can only bloom and fall leaves to bear fruit, how can it talk to people?"

"I'll try." Song Qianji decided to try harder.

……

The golden supertree is majestic and magnificent, exuding a faint golden light, like the gentle and warm sunshine.

The dense fog was dispelled by the light, and the end of the continent was no longer a dead place separated by yin and yang.

When people look up at the new Supertree, they feel a kind of solid, majestic and soft power.

Other small trees grew around it, thriving, and there was no sign of the doomsday scene of the earth collapsing and the sky falling seven days ago.

For seven days and seven nights, mortals from all over the world looked to the west and prayed. The monks braved the wind and snow and made concerted efforts to cross the cracked ice sheet and rush to the end of the continent.

Everyone sent spiritual energy to the superstar tree to create this vibrant forest for life.

When the earth stopped trembling and the superstar tree stopped shaking, the end of the continent was drowned by shouts.

This is the birth of a miracle, an indescribable shock.

No matter what grievances there were in the past, what old grievances there were in each sect, or the differences in background, at least at this moment, thousands of people shared the same sorrow and joy.

They cried and laughed, overjoyed and sad, at a loss, not knowing what to do, what to say, or even what is the use of staying here, only knowing that there is no Song Qianji in the world.

"This world has been saved."

"We survived this."

"But King Song can't come back."

The superstar tree shook its leaves, and the rustling sound became louder and louder, like a gentle and melodious piece of music.

Listening to this song, all the monks gradually calmed down as if they were patted on the back by an invisible big hand.

Chen Hongzhu was the first to stand up: "King Song is in harmony with the Tao, for the survival of life and peace in the world, not for us to cry here. Where are the disciples of Huawei Sect?"

Huawei's disciples responded in unison, and returned under the leadership of Chen Hongzhu.

Midnight Manjusri picked something off the ground, then stood up, and left with the reluctant Qingya scholars.

Ji Chen looked at Ziye Manjusri, and murmured, "Does he have nothing to say to Brother Song?"

At that time, according to Song Qianji's arrangement, he handed over the box full of thousands of canals of fertile soil to the other party.At that time, he felt that Ziye Manjusri was too cold, and his emotions were restrained, not like a real person.After getting the box, even remorse, anger, and pain were only two words.

Dealing with this kind of person is very difficult.

Midnight Manjusri passed by Meng Heze.

Meng Heze glanced away, noticed the things in his hand, and suddenly wiped away his tears and stood up: "This season, it's time to prepare for harvesting wheat."

Ji Chen: "What did you say?"

"I said I want to go back to Qianqu to harvest the wheat!"

Ji Chen grabbed his sleeve: "I don't believe it, you must go to Xihai to be the devil, brother Song will be unhappy."

Ji Chen thought to himself, if you dare to go, I will draw a trap, and the two of us will be trapped under the Supertree and wait for Brother Song.

One year, ten years, 100 years, thousands of years... It's just that the supernatural tree lives as long as the sky, but they can't live that long.

If Bai Rifei was going to a world without Song Qianji, it would be better to turn into dead bones under the Supertree.

But Meng Heze said: "He will definitely come back."

"How do you know?" Ji Chen asked incredulously, "What did you see?"

Meng Heze raised his head proudly, never feeling so superior in front of Ji Chen and other Song Academy disciples.

He carefully picked something from the ground, and showed it to everyone ostentatiously: "Your Supertree can bloom potato flowers?"

The lavender buds bloomed at his fingertips, with a drop of crystal dew, exactly the same as the ones in the garden of Song Yuan.

"This is the flower of 'Tu San'. On the eve of the Dengwen Yahui, my brother gave me this flower to encourage me. It was a long time ago, when we were still working in the outer sect of Huawei Sect..."

Song Yuan disciples surrounded him, listening to his story with bright eyes.

In fact, Song Qianji sent two potato flowers that night.It stands to reason that there are two flowers blooming, one branch for each.But Meng Heze never mentioned the other one.

The disciples of Qianqu exclaimed from time to time, only Wei Zhenyu stood outside the crowd, closing his eyes and listening carefully to the sound of the tree.

The golden leaves rustle and sway, undulating like the sea, like a piece of music that coincides with a certain law.

The voices of people around gradually faded away, and only the music echoed in his ears.

He was born in a family and has a little understanding of the rhythm, at this moment he only regrets that he has not studied the sound channel assiduously.

Otherwise he must have heard more.

"I can't hear it, but there is always someone who can!" He suddenly opened his eyes and ran around, rampaging through the crowd.

People didn't know what he was looking for, and they thought he was greatly stimulated and mad.Li Ciquan and Zhu Sheng called Wei Wang and tried to stop him.

Until Wei Zhenyu met a masked woman in a jingchai sarong with a qin in her arms.

He walked in front of the other party and said with a hint of expectation:

"Did you hear that too? What is the piece saying?"

He didn't say the other person's name, and he didn't expect that he would have a peaceful dialogue with this person one day.

But in the vast realm of comprehension, who could have a higher level of audio attainment than this person?

He is afraid that the other party will not tell him, and he is even more afraid that the other party will say no, everything is just your illusion.

"On the night of the full moon, the soul returns." The woman holding the qin kept walking and kept her eyes fixed as she passed in front of him, "If you want to take him back, you might as well build a magic weapon suitable for the soul to live in, August [-]th." Come and try your luck."

"The soul is back, the soul is back!" Wei Zhenyu was instantly shocked by the great joy, his head was dizzy, and he didn't notice that the woman went away, so he could only shout: "What year?"

There was no one in sight, and voices floated from the horizon accompanied by the sound of the piano: "Every year."

Wei Zhenyu looked at her slender back and said loudly: "Thank you."