The young Taoist priest was now wearing his inner clothes, and had changed into the brocade robe given by the old ox. He tied his black hair up again, and his spirit was much more full. Then he picked up the sword and took a look at the [Destroy Buddha and Behead the Emperor]. This time, the young Taoist priest did not carry the magic weapon on his back, but followed the old ox out.

It is a courtyard with three entrances.

The sun was shining brightly. Perhaps because he had not been outside for a long time, Qi Wuhuo was even a little uncomfortable with such warm sunshine. He squinted his eyes slightly, and then his eyes gradually adapted. He was slightly surprised to see humans and monsters coming and going on the road, and human cavalry covered in iron armor everywhere on the road.

Qi Wuhuo said: "This is..."

The old ox raised his eyebrows and said lazily, "It was the original demon tribe border town."

"...The demon tribe's border town?"

"yes."

Old Yellow Ox was a troublemaker who refused to obey the discipline of the major demon countries. He led a group of demon heroes to roar through the mountains and forests. That’s why he was known as the Eighth Great Sage. He didn’t care much about these border towns. He just said, “The sound of your piano made the demons retreat 500 miles. It’s more serious than what happened to me back then.”

"The demons within a radius of hundreds of miles have basically evacuated. The King of Qin and the Seventh Prince have taken over the city directly, and then started to think of ways to bring the humans in the demon world here. This plan has been implemented for more than a month, and many humans who were originally stranded in the demon world have arrived here."

"Then the cavalry from the human world will bring them back to the human world in batches."

Qi Wuhuo asked: "Didn't the demon tribe stop us?"

The old ox paused, turned around, looked at the young Taoist strangely, and said:

"Don't you know how famous you are among the demon tribe now?"

"Legends will always fade away, but it takes a long time for legends to fade away or become legends. At least, in the next hundred years, your name will be a taboo that no one in the demon race wants to mention..."

"The demon race has more spirits than humans."

"The human race has a population of more than one billion, and the myriad spirits have several huge demon kingdoms. This battle is not a serious injury to the myriad spirits of the demon race, but for the Demon King, it is no longer a serious injury."

"The confidants died in the battle, and the core troops were almost completely destroyed."

"And the most important thing was his words 'retreat' at the last minute, which almost destroyed his dignity and prestige."

"His status is almost crumbling."

The old ox sighed. He saw a stall on the side and walked over casually. The young Taoist followed him. The stall owner was an old lady with traces of time on her face. What she sold on the stall were engraved plaques. Some were wood-carved, while others were more exquisite, engraved and recorded on black iron plates. Some were so large that they had to be displayed at home.

Some are like ordinary jade pendants that can be carried with you.

The young Taoist was puzzled, and the old ox squatted down and said, "Sister, how do you sell this brand?"

The old lady who was dozing in the warm sunshine opened her eyes and looked at the old ox who looked only 30 or 40 years old. She stretched out her hand and said a number. The old ox smiled and said, "Ah, this craftsmanship and this price are indeed not expensive, but now this place has this brand everywhere, so the price must be lowered. I will give you another number."

The old ox seemed to enjoy bargaining with the old lady.

The young Taoist priest, dressed in brocade clothes and with calm eyes, looked at this city which was originally a border city of the demon clan, but now became a transit point for transferring humans from the demon world back to their hometown. He stretched out his hand and felt the warmth of the sun. Now that the hottest years were finally over, there was already some coolness in the wind.

He saw the human cavalrymen in armor, and looked at those people who seemed to be in a dream and still could not believe what they were experiencing.

The young Taoist couldn't help but think of it.

If there were such people and such a city in Jinzhou.

Will Jinzhou’s experience and future be different?

Will my parents survive? Will my husband still be teaching? Will I be able to live a better life?

This is just a hypothesis after all...

But despite this, Qi Wuhuo still had an uncontrollable yearning in his heart. He couldn't help but be distracted. The team in front of him passed by. There were old men, couples with their children, and teachers. It was like another possibility that he might have had when he was in Jinzhou.

"Hey, Wuhuo!"

Suddenly, something flew towards him. The young Taoist subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed it. It was a plate carved out of black stone, and it had a slightly warm feeling. The young Taoist looked at the smiling old ox in confusion, and then subconsciously lowered his head to look. The engraving marks on the plate were actually quite rough, but he could still recognize it roughly.

On the front is a young man wearing a brocade robe and armor.

There was a giant black snake rising up under his feet.

He sat there with his legs apart and quite tall, his right hand on a sword, looking majestic and calm.

There are waves under my feet.

On the back is the pattern of the word "Wu".

"This is……"

"I?"

The young Taoist slowly raised his head and saw the human teams that were joining the city. They all carried similar badges, and one team even held up a large red flag with the same pattern on it. Then the long wind blew through the gate of the city and passed through the main road in the middle.

On one side of the road, the young man stood quietly. On the avenue, a team of people moved slowly forward. Dozens of flags were raised high, and some of the flags were hanging down, swaying in the wind, passing by the young man. Everything happened slowly and quietly. The young man lowered his eyes, as if the person passing by him was another future of the child who had fled from the Jinzhou disaster.

The old ox reached out and patted his shoulder, and said in a deep voice:

"Whenever a team from the human world uses this portrait and puts up a name with the word [Wu] in it, all the demon tribes will be terrified and dare not attack."

"It is a place several miles away, and ghosts and gods cannot invade it."

"To drive away evil and protect the people, to suppress evil spirits, is to be a [God of War]."

Qi Wuhuo was quiet. He looked at the stone tablet. Some of the rescued people walked in front of him, holding the jade tablet in their hands and praying with gratitude. Some even asked their children to thank the God of War together.

Suddenly I felt a sense of relief.

A strange feeling of letting go.

It turns out that it was actually myself back then who illuminated the darkness of this era.

The young Taoist lowered his eyes, held the stone tablet, and suddenly laughed.

He said: "It doesn't look like the real thing..."

The old lady over there widened her eyes and started to yell, "What do you mean by not similar? What are you talking about? Look at what I have done. It's so similar to what the God of War carved. Look at the armor, the patterns on the battle robe, the river and water cloud patterns under his feet, and look at the giant snake!"

"Have you ever seen the God of War?!"

"You're saying this right here!"

The old lady kept pulling the young Taoist priest and insisted that he say his painting looked like the real thing.

The young man had no way of saying that this water cloud pattern was actually a river of blood.

So the old ox laughed loudly, his laughter was heroic and unrestrained, he casually picked up the wine jug at his waist, tilted his head back and drank the wine in big gulps. At this moment, a scream came from the other side. Qi Wuhuo glanced sideways and saw a strange creature, who looked like a child of only three or five years old.

She was delicate and graceful, but looked quite serious. She smelled fragrant and was wearing a Taoist robe.

He was holding a bowl of medicine in his hand. When he saw Qi Wuhuo, his eyes almost widened immediately, and then he held back two big bags of tears. He even didn't want the medicine in his hand anymore, raised his hand and threw it, and pounced directly at the young Taoist. The old ox was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and grabbed the medicine soup in one go, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, but smiled when he saw the little Taoist throw himself on the young Taoist's waist and then burst into tears.

“Aa ...

“Wuwuwuwu——”

The iconic childish voice finally made Qi Wuhuo recognize the identity of this little Taoist boy.

"Little Medicine Spirit?!!!"

Qi Wuhuo was surprised and delighted. The old ox held the medicine in one hand and said with a smile: "Isn't it him?!"

"You have become famous for this. After the incident, the reputation of the Demon King suffered a great blow. Qin Yin Ge also came here, but this time it was not Qin Yin Ge who brought him here." The young Taoist saw a girl in white clothes on the road ahead, gently taking off the veil on her cheek, revealing a pale but beautiful face. The joy in his eyes almost jumped up.

"Little puff grass?"

The little girl wanted to pounce over quickly, but she restrained herself. However, a smile still appeared in her eyes. Qi Wuhuo wanted to ask her how she could have crossed the blockade of the Demon King and the five demon saints and came here, but she saw a gorgeous woman in men's clothes with cold eyes not far away.

"Desolate Yao..."

The old ox put his elbow directly on Huang Yao's head and laughed, "Hahahaha, isn't this sent by my 'little niece'? I heard that she didn't want to come, and Little Pengcao cried twice, so I brought her here anyway."

"Humph, I just wanted to go out for a walk, not because I couldn't stand her crying and making noise."

Little Pengcao blushed slightly and felt a little embarrassed.

Seeing that the little puff grass was still the same, the young Taoist heaved a sigh of relief, and then nodded gently. Looking at the little medicine spirit who was clinging to his arm tightly and refused to come down, he simply picked him up and held him in his arms, looking him over and over, and asked curiously: "Why did you become like this?"

The old ox said lazily:

"Isn't it because he's worried about you? When you were in danger, he put all his energy into practicing your Taoist spells."

"After knowing that you were in danger, he found me. Old Niu showed him a clear path. After practicing for a while, he had a foundation and a chance, so he naturally transformed."

"Let's go, Yunqin is there too, we can talk while we walk."

The old ox signaled Qi Wuhuo to follow him, and Xiao Pengcao also followed behind him, holding the sleeve of the young Taoist priest. Seeing this, Huang Yao clenched his folding fan tightly, and almost crushed the gorgeous folding fan to pieces! He wanted to smash it directly on the young man's head to make him stay away from Xiao Pengcao!

But I don't know why, when I saw that young Taoist today, I always felt a sense of caution...

No, that's no longer a warning.

Huang Yao stared at the young man who was not carrying the zither, and his pupils contracted violently.

That can be called, shock!

It's really terrifying!

Even to the point of fear!

Huang Yao stared at him intently, sensing something strange in his heart - the Demon King was now furious, and the five great demon sages had never completely submitted to him, and now they were even more disunited. According to Huang Yao's divination, he knew that they must have one last resort, and at this time, they should not have rashly left their palace and come to see this young Taoist.

But I don’t know why…

Why did I act so impulsive?

It was as if something was attracting me.

Or was it interfered with?

Huang Yao was thinking quietly, and before she knew it she had seen the group of people walking away, so she put aside her doubts and followed Xiao Pengcao closely, but not too far away. She didn't like the young Taoist priest, and the young Taoist priest was probably wary of her, so why should she make herself unhappy?

The old ox glanced at Huang Yao, took a sip of wine, and said, "Once spiritual herbs and plants have developed spirituality, they are no longer ordinary plants. There are two ways to practice cultivation. One is to remain on the spiritual plant and practice for thousands of years, but you will only become an ordinary plant spirit. After all, it is an inferior path that has never been taught."

"The second thing is the path this little guy took."

"It seems that he has received a little blessing from the Queen Mother Hou Tu, so his Qi has become purer. He is also by your side, and he accidentally got three points of your cultivation tradition. I, Old Niu, taught him the method, which is like the method of reincarnation, but it is completely different. He used the Qi to communicate with the spirit and transformed into this body, getting rid of the body of grass and wood."

"After it separated from the plant body it left behind, it connected with the earth veins and completely turned into an ordinary spiritual plant."

"From now on, he is him, and the spirit plant is the spirit plant. They are two independent individuals and can be treated equally."

"He is like a spiritual being born and raised by nature, and the spiritual plant is a magic weapon for him to live and work."

The young Taoist was surprised: "So that's how it is."

The three-year-old Taoist child replied in a baby voice: "Yes!"

"That's right, Wuhuo!"

The old yellow ox said: "Isn't it for the purpose of healing you? That's why he connected his spiritual plant to the earth vein."

The young Taoist touched the little Taoist boy's hair and said, "Thank you very much."

The little Yao Ling had fair cheeks with baby fat. She raised her head and rubbed her cheek against the palm of the young Taoist. When she smiled, two dimples appeared, and her big eyes narrowed. She looked very well-behaved and gentle. The young Taoist asked curiously:

"But I am very curious, the real body of the little medicine spirit, that is to say, the spiritual plant that has fallen off now is... ginseng?"

"He has the freshness of plants and trees."

"Ginseng? Of course not..."

The old ox led Qi Wuhuo forward and turned a corner. They saw a huge tree on the mountain in front. The tree was bearing fruits, all of which had some human-like changes and were full of energy. It seemed that because of the opportunity that the little medicine spirit had obtained when Qi Wuhuo observed the Qi of Hou Tu Huang Di Ji Niangniang before, this tree was actually connected to the earth veins, and the wind blew past it, which was quite spectacular.

A girl in red was standing on the top of the tree. Her sleeves and high ponytail swayed slightly in the wind.

There is quite a bit of the demeanor of a swordsman standing independently and elegantly against the wind.

Noticing Qi Wuhuo's arrival, his eyes lit up and he cheered:

"Wuhuo, you woke up!"

"I wanted to eat this fruit, but for some reason, it fell to the ground and disappeared in an instant!"

"Do you have any solution?"

It turned out that this independent swordsman was just thinking about how to get a fruit down.

Seeing Yunqin still like this, the young Taoist priest didn't know why, but he breathed a sigh of relief and just smiled.

He retracted his arm that was originally intended to be stretched out for the girl to bite.

However, the experienced old ox saw the crux of the matter and said:

"Because it has obtained a trace of Qi from the Earth Goddess Hou Tu Huang, the roots of this plant are connected to the earth's veins, and its fruit will disappear when buried in the ground."

"Who knows what kind of alien species this thing is? Who says ginseng grows on a tree and produces dozens of fruits at a time? If you don't want to call it ginseng, then you should at least add two fruit trees behind it."

"Strictly speaking, it should be called the Ginseng Fruit Tree."

"Or you can ask him what is the name of this spirit creature that has been separated from him and is different from him, but still belongs to him?"

The young Taoist held the little Taoist boy who still had a baby voice, could barely speak clearly, and was very clingy to him.

The little Taoist boy shrank back into the arms of the young Taoist and stammered:

"Well, let's call it the Ginseng Fruit Tree."

Then he stretched out his hand and said in a baby voice:

"That's mine!"

"Ginseng fruit tree!"