Raise the boat and return to the clan,
After that, the entire cultivation world began a century-long period of recuperation.
The leader of Shangyuan Sect, Venerable Changhao, felt that his disciples had great potential, so he taught them personally. Once the little tree demon passed the Nascent Soul Tribulation, he would unload the heavy responsibility of being the leader and leave freely.
The little tree demon has a close relationship with his fellow apprentices, and has no obstacles in becoming the leader.
The first thing he did after taking office was to invite everyone in the entire cultivation world to attend his wedding with Galan. Although according to seniority, he should call her "grandmaster uncle"...but why not?
On the wedding day, all the major sects in the world of cultivation came, and the scene was extremely grand.
The way couples form in the world of cultivation is different from that in the human world. They do not respect the heaven or the earth, but only respect the long and unchanging immortal path and advance hand in hand... The two newlyweds in red looked at each other, their hands tightly clasped under their sleeves.
Qingle: “…”
This is not a summary of the battle between immortals and demons, it is clearly the love story of the little tree demon.
The crystal ball was placed gently beside him, and Qingle walked to the window.
The wind blew the curtains, and in the distance, white clouds floated and green mountains were verdant... She came back really to ask the woman if she could leave a few words, to get an answer.
Immortals transcend tribulation, Changting...
pity.
The woman closed her eyes.
The biting mountain wind blew by, and Qingle understood that she would have to walk this path alone in the end.
Do you regret it? Of course I do.
But she knew that everything now was retribution. God would not tolerate this and would let her taste the pain of loss, which would be even more difficult than before.
Changting, no, that was just the name she gave it, maybe the person's name was not that at all.
He said that he had survived the catastrophe and ascended to heaven in broad daylight.
She had no idea where he came from. How could she find him among the countless gods and Buddhas?
The wind suddenly blew, the curtains swayed, and the room was silent.
In the evening, the little tree demon received the news that Qingle had left the sect.
He shrugged, not caring at all. He put aside the official business in his hands and took his wife's hand: "Let's go down the mountain and have dinner at Grandpa's."
The woman who was meditating with her eyes closed opened her eyes and stood up.
The market town was still bustling with activity. Many sect disciples sat casually on the sides of the road, with some strange things placed on random blankets, such as pills, unknown herbs, unknown minerals, and even people selling storybooks.
The little tree demon held his wife's hand and walked along the way, stopping from time to time to ask questions.
Jia Lan's face was expressionless, but upon closer inspection, his eyes sparkled. He listened with great interest. The little tree demon said, "My mother used to like bringing me and grandpa here to find bargains. She was well-informed and always found some good things that others had missed."
"But she's not greedy. When she comes across something good, she always shares it with others."
"Back then, there were people waiting outside our house. As soon as my mom took us out, they'd follow right behind us... There was a huge group, and it was quite a spectacular scene."
Jia Lan blinked: "What about your father?"
"Of course my dad follows behind, but sometimes my mom and dad will come out alone."
The little tree demon chuckled, not knowing what he was thinking. "At first, someone thought my mother was out checking for leaks, so they followed her for most of the day. It turned out they were just drinking tea, listening to music, and buying some small things... until nightfall, they found nothing."
"So, from then on, everyone knew that whenever my mom and dad went out together, it was purely to relax and not to pick up any bargains."
“What a pity…”
The smile on the little tree demon's face fell, and he looked up at the sky: "If only my father also had spiritual roots."
His face was gloomy, and Jia Lan felt a pain in her heart. She couldn't help but hold his hand tightly. The little tree demon was stunned, and then she reacted and immediately held her hand tightly, smiling: "I'm fine, let's go, Grandpa must be waiting."
They bought a pot of wine on the roadside, and soon they arrived at the small courtyard.
Hundreds of years have passed, and the courtyard is still the same as before, with two old wooden doors, a persimmon tree planted in the corner of the small courtyard, and many magical herbs drying in the sun... It seems just like yesterday.
On the stone bench, a little old man with a goatee was drying medicine with his head down.
The little tree demon pushed the door open and walked in: "Grandpa, we are back. You are drying the elixirs again."
The old man immediately looked up, his face full of smiles the next second. He wiped his hands on his handkerchief and stood up: "Young Master, Young Madam, you are back. Come and sit down. I will go and pour you some tea."
The little tree demon swaggered and sat down on the stone bench, fiddling with the elixirs he had sorted out.
His men were always careless and messed up everything. Jia Lan frowned and couldn't help but tugged at his arm. Unexpectedly, Uncle Zhong came over with tea and saw it, but he smiled and said, "It's okay, young master, you can have fun if you want."
Treat him completely like a child.
The little tree demon immediately winked at his wife, looking very proud.
Uncle Zhong was very happy when the young master and his wife came back, and he killed a chicken that night. He was good at making elixirs, and the fragrance of a simple chicken after his special cooking was so great that it could make people swallow their tongues.
Galan was more reserved, but the little tree demon was not at all. He ate with all his strength and sweated profusely.
Uncle Zhong was very happy to see this. He would pick up some food for the two of them from time to time and said, "Eat more. There's more in the pot. Next time, tell me what you want to eat and I'll make it for you."
The little tree demon nodded frantically: "Okay, I also want to eat braised pork and beggar's chicken..."
He reached out to grab the wine, drank it in big gulps, and pulled Uncle Zhong along. Neither of them was a good drinker, so they got drunk in a short time. They hugged each other's necks and started bragging.
Galan: “…”
She sat in her seat, eating by herself, and the laughter in her ears turned into suppressed crying.
Uncle Zhong burst into tears: "Why, why can't I cultivate immortality? There are thousands of immortals in this world, so what if I am just one of them? Why... I will never see the young master again, wuwa——"
The little tree demon cried and cried: "Mom just abandoned me like this, wuwu, Dad is scared to be alone, and I am scared to be alone too."
Galan's hands slowed down and stopped on the table.
This wasn't her first time here. Her husband was in charge of the entire sect, constantly dealing with matters big and small, while also having to balance his cultivation. How busy was he? Yet, every year at this time, he would bring her here to eat with Grandpa.
However, she knew that this grandfather was not her biological grandfather, but a servant of the Shen family.
He raised the young master alone, and later watched him get married and have children. Later, he followed his nominal mother-in-law to the world of cultivation and became a cultivator from a first-level mortal.
During the years that my husband entered Shangyuan Sect, he had always been by the side of the two masters.
The woman taught him how to practice, and she turned him, a low-ranking cultivator, into a dignified and majestic cultivator. His alchemy skills were so superb that he attracted countless cultivators to follow him.
It was also he who personally saw off his young master and his wife.
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