Ning Caichen's thoughts were in turmoil. Recently, he could always dream of the tree demon in Lanruohuai City.

He himself didn't have much impression of the tree demon, but because of these bizarre dreams, he had a somewhat different feeling about the tree demon named Huaicheng.

He stroked his beard in confusion, and a strange idea suddenly came to his mind.

"Is my beard too long?"

He has been slovenly for a long time. He has no plans to get married, so he doesn't care about his image either.

But it's been very weird lately.

"Forget it, let's shave it." Ning Caichen thought, and then used a trace of sword energy to shave off the slovenly beard.

"Old Yan, I have something to discuss with you..." Beiming Fengyun knocked on Ning Caichen's door.

"Please come in." Ning Caichen touched his smooth chin, feeling a little unnatural.

Beiming Fengyun opened the door and saw the clean-shaven Ning Caichen.

Beiming Fengyun was silent for a while, then exited the room, closed the door first, and looked around.

Was there something wrong with the way he opened it? So he tried again.

But after opening the door, what I saw was the same scene I saw before.

"Who are you? Where is Lao Yan?" he asked Ning Caichen strangely.

"I just shaved, can't you recognize me now?" Ning Caichen picked up a bunch of beard.

"...Why did you shave off your beard? Is it because of that tree demon?" Beiming Fengyun asked jokingly, not paying attention to his quantifier.

"I think it's really possible, because I've been dreaming about that tree demon lately." Ning Caichen didn't care about his quantifier.

"You're done, you've fallen in love." Beiming Fengyun raised his eyebrows, a bit alarmist.

"Come on, what's the matter with you?" Ning Caichen rolled his eyes.

"It's Mr. Yuelou who asked you to come and have a chat. He said he had some confusion about swordsmanship and wanted to discuss it with you." Beiming Fengyun said.

"... Mr. Yuelou's sword strike was so good that I praised it. I think I may not be able to answer his questions." Ning Caichen said with some embarrassment.

"What if someone wants to mention you?" Beiming Fengyun said with a different thought.

"This is not unreasonable, but I always feel that this matter is not that simple."

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"Mr. Yuelou, is this really okay?" Huaicheng asked Qin Yuelou hesitantly, while she was still holding the talisman in her hand.

Although the combination of the bitter love tree and the red thread of marriage resulted in the broken blood-stained talisman, this is already a very miraculous thing.

But caring leads to confusion, and Huaicheng's worry made her hesitate.

"There is still a possibility of success if you give it a try, but if you don't even dare to give it a try, the possibility will be zero, unless you want to leave this matter to the illusory fate.

Otherwise, let me ask another question, do you still want to wait another thousand years?" Qin Yuelou spoke straightforwardly without any euphemism.

In fact, he could have ignored this trivial matter, but it was because of Huaicheng that Haolai got the red thread of marriage, even though the red thread of marriage was of little use to him.

But this can be regarded as an acceptance that the person is willing to tell his story. If Huaicheng hadn't told it, he wouldn't have gotten this red thread of marriage.

So he took care of the business.

"So, how should this talisman be used?" Grandma Dryad asked Qin Yuelou.

"Perhaps you need to understand this by yourself." Qin Yuelou pretended to be incomprehensible and said,

"After all, everyone has their own destiny."

In fact, it was because he himself didn't know what to do that he said such ambiguous words.

The Bitterness Tree is an independent individual, not a treasure for his sacrifice, so it is normal to not understand it.

As for asking Qin Yuelou to sacrifice the bitterness tree, he had no intention of doing so. The bitterness tree obviously had its own intelligence. If Qin Yuelou sacrificed it, it would be no different from killing the bitterness tree.

He didn't want to do this, after all, he was not a black man who could cultivate immortality.

After listening to Qin Yuelou's words, Huaicheng thought about it secretly, and then input a little magic power into the talisman.

Afterwards, the broken talisman stained with blood spontaneously ignited.

The faint green smoke dispersed from the talisman, condensing into the appearance of the Taoist priest, but it was quite illusory.

The phantom smiled at Huaicheng and then disappeared.

Huaicheng was silent, but there were tears shining in his eyes.

Qin Yuelou looked at the scene in front of him thoughtfully.

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"Nie Caichen, do you really want to go to Fulongting?" the girl in red asked the young Taoist priest.

This is the promotion method of Fulong lineage. It is different from ordinary cultivators.

As for the so-called Fulong Court, it was to support the new dynasty in troubled times. This is the Fulong Court.

If there are thousands of ways of Taoism, there are internal and external elixirs to achieve Taoism, and there is also tranquility and inaction to achieve Taoism, but this Fulong lineage can also be regarded as a kind of anomaly. After all, the highest achievement of Fulong lineage has never been realized, and it is only in theory.

Immortal Dynasty].

All the civil and military officials in the entire dynasty became immortals, and even the people were like dragons. This is called "the luck of the dynasty to become immortals".

It's just a theory. The young Taoist priest Nie Caichen doesn't have such lofty ideals yet.

"Our lineage is for Fulongting. After Fulongting is established, we can take advantage of the imperial dragon energy to go further. Then I will be able to dominate the world. In this way, no one will gossip after I marry you.

Come on." The young Taoist priest turned his head shyly, not looking at the girl.

"Huaicheng, wait for me. I will come back to marry you after I succeed in Fulongting."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you." Huaicheng nodded seriously, believing Nie Caichen's words.

In this way, the locust tree was sitting on the locust tree in the middle of the mountain forest, looking at the direction in which he left.

Thousands of years ago, when the troubled times were not yet over, the young Taoist priest who wanted to support Longting chose the one he liked and supported him. But just like the Yellow Turban Taoism, White Lotus Sect, and Yiguan Sect in later generations, the troubled times at that time also had such a situation.

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Year after year passed, the young Taoist priest also became gray-haired and exhausted mentally and physically.

Although the favored person chosen at the beginning ascended the throne and became emperor, he was only one-half of the world. The two dynasties of the north and the south were at odds with each other. In the end, the former young man also fell ill and died on the dragon's bed.

It was the late emperor who had just started his business, but the middle path collapsed.

In the end, the late emperor passed away, leaving only an only son.

The only son had no qualifications to be an emperor. What he did have was a literary talent, and he was good at poetry, calligraphy, painting, and chess. If he had been in the prosperous age, he would have been called a wise man, but he happened to be reincarnated into the emperor's family.

The once young Taoist priest has become an old national master and imperial master.

He did not blame the child for not being an emperor, nor did he regret his choice of Fulongting.

Only sometimes, he would think of the touch of red on the locust tree.

Although that child did not have the appearance of an emperor, he did not cause him too much trouble.

He knew that the enemy in the north was not some fierce general or counselor;

Rather, they are his enemies and friends, and old enemies who cherish each other. They are both from the Fulongting family, but they are enemies of each other.

The two are also friends who are destined to be enemies. They compete with each other in battles of wits and wits, but they also tacitly agree to stop and leave each other time to recuperate.

Sometimes the two old men would meet and talk about each other, but the grudges and grudges could not be forgotten. It was just that after fighting for most of their lives, it was inevitable that one of them would die first.

He also knew that his time was limitless, but he still dedicated himself to death.

Eventually, he became bedridden due to illness.

He drew a talisman and carved his guilt and longing for the girl into the talisman. But after the talisman was finished,

He kept coughing up blood, staining the corners of the talisman red.

He wanted to give the talisman away, but he didn't dare to give it away.

Eventually, he died of illness.

His old enemy Jiang Fengyun also withdrew his troops and returned to his country. He was the only one who went to the southern dynasty as an envoy to attend his funeral.

The young emperor handed the talisman to Jiang Fengyun.

"Before Yafu died, he was at a loss for this talisman. We mortals didn't know how to use it. Mr. Jiang, you and Yafu come from the same lineage. I think you should know how to use it."

Jiang Fengyun knew the function of this talisman, but he didn't know how to deal with it.

"You should leave this talisman and bury it with him. The longing and guilt in this talisman are too heavy. I'm afraid that his sweetheart will not be able to accept the fact that he died." Jiang Fengyun sighed and returned the talisman.

"But..." The young emperor has not yet said what he wants to say.

"You are still young, so you don't understand. Sometimes, if you hate someone, you will eventually let go. But this love that no one goes to date may never let go in your lifetime. Rather than being unable to let go, it is better to go with the wind.

I think this is also what Nie Xiang thinks."
To be continued...