Xie Qingyan, majoring in the ruthless way, uses the sword to protect the last chaotic spiritual root, and also protects the people around him;
Wen Zhi's inkstone uses burning light as a talisman, using his spiritual roots of light and his lifeless body to draw all the talismans in the world;
Cen Wangyou, carrying fragments of the true Heavenly Dao, with his Heavenly Spiritual Roots and a strong destiny, travels around the world to refine medicine and save people, but he is relentlessly hunted by the fake Heavenly Dao.
Ten years ago
"Xie Qingyan, where did you put the peach blossom smile I collected?" Fu Xuanqing's voice came from far away.
"Old man, you drank out of love on the 17th last month. Don't blame me!" Xie Qingyan lay lazily on the peach tree at the door and said casually, "And you were crying like a watering can. I recorded it with a photo stone. If you make trouble again, I will send it to the head master."
"You unfilial disciple, I brought you up by pooping and pooping..." Fu Xuanqing pretended to cry over and over while secretly observing his apprentice's reaction through his fingers. Seeing that Xie Qingyan still looked like a child, he sat down under the tree like a child, and then activated his spiritual power. The peach tree shook off its petals, trying to shake Xie Qingyan down.
Xie Qingyan had no choice but to jump down from the tree and took out a jar of peach blossom smiles from the space ring, "Here you go, don't disturb my peace again."
"Oh my, my disciple is the most filial in the world, so Master won't disturb your practice! This is the latent spirit fruit that I just got from your master. It will be of great help to you to break through the bottleneck of the early stage of Nascent Soul."
Fu Xuanqing smiled and took out an inexplicably shiny fruit and various porcelain bottles from his arms, and stuffed them all into Xie Qingyan's arms.
Ten years later
"Old man, this is your favorite drink, Peach Blossom Smile. It was a gift I secretly hid when I left ten years ago. When will you get up to drink it? I promise you will never need a photo stone again..." Xie Qingyan's tears kept falling, but no one responded.
When flowers bloom in spring, the time is not chosen by the flower, but by time.
Perhaps teenagers have thought about saving something.
Mission: Cooperation, friendship, world harmony