I Have a Vine

Yan Bai's head hit a pot of meat on the desk, and he was inexplicably transported into a strange world of cultivation. He planted spiritual fields in a village and worked hard to maintain the giant vines that provided nutrients to the upper world. But the giant vines in the garden he was assigned were all either young sect masters or princes, with arrogant and aloof tempers. This vine deliberately tripped Yan Bai. The vine sprayed black juice all over Yan Bai. Yan Bai was not used to it, and he used the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon without mercy. The giant vines were angry and threatened to ask their ancestors to deal with him. Soon, the ancestors of the major sects in the upper world heard the news and arrived. The giant vines pointed at Yan Bai: "Ancestor, he is the one bullying us!" However, the moment the ancestors saw Yan Bai, they were not only angry, but burst into tears. The ancestor of the Xuanzhen Sect couldn't control himself with excitement: "Village Chief, I am the wisteria you raised back then. Do you still remember?" Wisteria? There are more than a dozen vines in Yan Bai's home, and there is indeed a wisteria among them. The ancestor of the Qianlong Sect burst into tears: "Village Chief, I am the most disobedient and naughty white vine. You always cared about me the most." The ancestor of the Qingfeng Sect dismissed it: "I am the smartest ivy. The village chief likes me the most and cares about me the most. Please stop bragging!" Giant vines: "..." Yan Bai expressed a headache. But among the old vines, there was a young man who looked quite calm and handsome, who had not spoken a word and just stared at Yan Bai quietly. These ancestors from the upper world surrounded the young man like stars and the moon, and they all seemed to be headed by this young man. Yan Bai asked the young man: "What about you, are you...?" The young man didn't speak, and the long and curling vine silently wrapped around Yan Bai's waist and rolled him to his side. Yan Bai: "?" Hello, bro? Playing in broad daylight? "Xiaobai doesn't remember me," the young man said in a rather bitter and cold tone, like a resentful husband who has been abandoned for thousands of years. "It doesn't matter." "I'll make you remember." Yan Bai: "?" No, are you serious? ! ! ! ! ! Written on 2026.5.17 Purpose: Respect the old and love the young