Yan Zixiu remained silent, knowing that she was in a bad mood after running dozens of times without any results. At the same time, he also knew that it was impossible for her not to lead him up the mountain, because the owner of the spiritual tree would not refuse any possible opportunity.

He didn't speak, which made the Frost cultivator feel a little strange. In the past, when she complained like this, those who came would either quickly confess their abilities, please her, or threaten her. The little cultivator in front of her was calm and silent.

, but he is a strange person.

"Come with me." The Frost female cultivator flew up.

Yan Zixiu tugged at the silk ribbon, and Qian Lixue followed her and flew upwards.

"This white crane of yours is indeed a divine steed." The female cultivator Frost rarely said something nice.

Qian Lixue seemed to understand and let out a proud chirp.

Divine Horse? Yan Zixiu smiled and said nothing. Apart from being good-looking, flying fast, and being able to brag, this guy didn't know anything else.

The two of them crossed the green and white ice and snow line halfway up the mountain, and then flew up for a while.

The Frost female cultivator took the lead and landed on the ground: "No outsiders are allowed to fly in front. We still have to walk ten miles of mountain road to get to the spiritual tree."

The monk's footsteps were fast, and the ten miles passed in an instant. After turning a hillside, a basin appeared in front of him.

Unlike the spring in other places, the atmosphere here is gloomy. The flowers and plants are a little gray and wilted.

There is a big tree in the middle of the basin, more than thirty feet high, with a dark and thick trunk that can only be reached by four or five people working together. The roots are bulging and covered with moss. The crown of the tree is like an umbrella, with dense branches and leaves, but it looks languid.

"Master, please diagnose the patient." Sister Frost said angrily.

As soon as Yan Zixiu arrived in this basin, he felt a sense of sadness.

"Elder, can I come closer and touch this tree?"

"Well... it's not impossible. You have to be careful not to damage it." Sister Frost actually gave up hope and just gave a routine reminder. Seeing that she was about to die, there was nothing wrong with it.

Yan Zixiu walked over slowly, stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the tree trunk.

The feeling of sadness became more obvious.

Yan Zixiu made a buzzing sound. From the perspective of the tree, it was asking "What's wrong with you?"

The Taiyin Spirit Tree trembled, and some dead leaves fell everywhere.

Sister Frost was very surprised. This was the first time she had seen such a situation. Most of the people who had come before walked around and saw that they couldn't be cured, and then they all left in good faith.

Why did this little monk touch the trunk of the tree and hum a few words, and the spiritual tree started to tremble?

This tree has actually become a spirit, but ordinary monks cannot communicate with it. Yan Zixiu has mastered the art of interpreting the language of immortals. He can speak the languages ​​of humans and animals, and he can also speak the language of elves.

"I, I'm about to die." Taiyin Lingshu said weakly.

"What's going on? Has the life limit expired?" Yan Zixiu asked.

"Lifespan? It is said that the lifespan is still long, even 20,000 years."

"Then what happened?" Yan Zixiu asked.

"Fifty, fifty years ago, my master buried a stone under my tree. After that, I, I grew more vigorously. But, a year ago, I suddenly became incapacitated and became more and more vigorous.

Getting weaker and weaker."

Could it have something to do with this stone? Yan Zixiu thought to himself.

"Then...can we take out the stone?"

"Now, it doesn't seem to be about the stone anymore. I, I feel like I've been hollowed out."

Yan Zixiu made some guesses in his mind: "You've been hollowed out. No wonder I feel you are very sad."

"I want to live, keep living, but, I am about to die. I want to see the sky again, look at the clouds, and talk to the flowers and plants..."

"Don't be too sad, I will try my best to help you."

"Thank you, thank you."

Yan Zixiu left the big tree and walked out of the basin: "Elder."

"What's going on? Is there any hope?" Sister Frost asked nervously. It was the first time she saw a person coming for treatment standing under a big tree for so long, so she felt a glimmer of hope in her heart.

From the bottom of her heart, she hoped to be cured because the future of her master, Venerable Feiguang, was closely related to the Taiyin Spiritual Tree.

"We're 70 to 80 percent sure."

"Seventy to eighty percent?!" Sister Frost showed a surprised expression and grabbed Yan Zixiu's shoulders, "Are you telling the truth?"

"It's true. But I'll need you to protect me later."

"No problem! Just wait, I have to tell the master." The Frost female cultivator sent out a transmission note.

In the blink of an eye, a white-haired monk appeared in front of him. He had sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. He was very handsome. He was a Nascent Soul monk. He must be the Venerable Feiguang.

"Are you the expert in healing that Rushuang said?" Venerable Feiguang looked at Yan Zixiu with burning eyes.

It turns out that the Frost female nun is called Rushuang, no wonder her face is as ice-like as frost, Yan Zixiu thought.

He raised his hands and said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "I have seen the venerable one, and it is me who is here."

"How dare you, why don't you kneel down when you see His Holiness?" Frost female cultivator Rushuang shouted.

It turns out that according to the rules of the Shenxiao Sect, low-level monks must kneel on one knee when they see Yuanying monks, and they must kneel on both knees when they see the leader. Yan Zixiu is not happy with these rules, and he will get away with it if he can. Now Venerable Feiguang

If you ask for something from him, he probably won't care about it.

Sure enough, Lord Feiguang waved his hand: "Forget it."

He looked at the two jade plaques in Yan Zixiu's waist: "Dancaofeng, Yan Ziling, outer disciple, alchemy master. That's right, he is an alchemy master at a young age. Why are he still an outer disciple?"

"Your Majesty, I just passed the exam."

"Humph, the work efficiency of Dancao Peak is too low." It seems that because Poison King Peak and Dancao Peak are not easy to deal with, Venerable Feiguang said disparagingly and turned to the topic, "Little friend Yan, do you think there is something wrong with this treasure tree?

"As he said this, he looked at the Taiyin Spirit Tree with a worried expression.

"Your Majesty, this issue has something to do with you, Your Majesty."

"What did you say?!" Venerable Feiguang and Rushuang changed their expressions at the same time.

Yan Zixiu secretly laughed in his heart. The master and the disciple were indeed impatient: "Fifty years ago, did the Venerable bury a stone under the tree?"

Venerable Feiguang was greatly surprised: "Ah? How did you know?"

Rushuang also widened his eyes.

Except for the master and disciples and a few high-level monks, no outsiders knew about this matter.

"The disciple has a special ability and can communicate with the spiritual tree that has grown up for a certain period of time. The Taiyin Spiritual Tree told me this personally."

"Do you still have such an ability?" Venerable Feiguang thought it was amazing, but more importantly, could he cure the treasure tree? "I heard from Rushuang that you are 70 to 80% sure of curing it?"

"Yes, please ask the venerables and elders to protect the Dharma for me." Yan Zixiu made the request again. Sometimes, when you make requests to people, it will make them feel valuable. What's more, you really need to protect the Dharma.

"Protecting the Dharma is a trivial matter. Please tell me what to do."

"First, take out the stone first; second, wait for me to play a song."

It's easy to understand when you take out the stone. What does it mean to play a song?

Seeing the confused expressions of the master and apprentice, Yan Zixiu explained: "This is my method of treating diseases of trees."

In this case, there is no need to ask. Venerable Feiguang made a move with his hand, and a black square stone flew out of the ground and fell into his hand.

"There is nothing wrong with this thing." He looked at it repeatedly and said to himself, "The peak master and the headmaster both said that there is no problem, and the spiritual tree has been growing very vigorously since then."
Chapter completed!