It wasn't that the old tree spirit was deceiving him. The fruit had the power to change fate, but it would take many years to grow. This long time was uncertain at the moment. The only thing that was certain was that Elder He would not be able to wait until that time.
Just like the old friends in the past couldn’t wait for me to achieve the level of accomplishment I have today.
A son wants to support his parents but they are no longer there; he wants to protect them but they are no longer around.
Therefore, he has many shortcomings.
The old tree spirit continued, "You can take it, but the condition is that you tell me about the outside world. I used to give spiritual fruits to birds, so it doesn't matter if I give it to you, a young man."
Li Changsheng nodded, then asked: "Can I take it in advance?"
"Of course you can, but I can't guarantee the effect."
The old tree swayed in the wind, and he showed great interest in the young man in front of him.
One is the way of heaven, and the other is mortals.
He said that he had cultivated himself from a mortal to his current level, and Lao Shu also saw that Li Changsheng was "extraordinary".
So mediocre, compared to that woman he is just mud on the ground.
The old tree has no flesh and blood, but many people who have seen it can naturally tell that Li Changsheng's talent in Qi training is low, and his mortal body cannot absorb spiritual energy.
But he has come to this point.
"The last time I woke up, I saw a woman with the same sword spirit as you. I also heard that the Heavenly Sword only chooses one master. Did you kill her?"
Li Changsheng first shook his head, and then nodded without understanding why.
"What a pity, she could have become a saint." Lao Shu suddenly realized that the reason he came back in such a short time was just to become a swordsman.
I want to see what kind of style and stories this powerful person, who seems special in the long river of history, had in her era?
It’s not so bad now, with Li Changsheng here.
"How can you, a mortal being, cultivate to this point?"
"At the age of eighty, he entered the Dao through practicing Qigong, but his talent is dull."
"How many?!"
A month later, Li Changsheng told the old tree spirit about the changes of the times, mountains, rivers, and dynasties outside. The content was so exciting and the process was so bizarre that few people had ever heard of it.
The world is still the same, but the person who tells him stories is not a bird or an animal, but a strong man who has walked in the world for thousands of years and has extremely rich experience.
Li Changsheng stood up and bowed, saying, "I have to go see off an old friend. Goodbye."
"Goodbye, my little friend. Come often when you have time." The old tree said farewell in a very cordial manner.
When he came, he was still a junior, and when he left, he was already a friend.
The relationship became closer so quickly not because Li Changsheng was a good storyteller, but because the other party was an eighty-year-old Taoist who was "stupid by nature".
(End of this chapter)
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