He was even a few years younger than most of the miscellaneous disciples.But in the world of cultivators, it has always been the master who is the teacher!
In a group of miscellaneous disciples who have most of the strength of the Ding, she is definitely more than enough to be a preacher with a cultivation of two hundred Ding. ........Little by little, the days passed.For a period of time after that, seeing Susanwei became the thing that all miscellaneous disciples longed for the most.The atmosphere among the miscellaneous disciples is also getting better and better.It was originally silent and dead, even dead, and there was no hope.But now, with the maiden coming every two days, everyone is full of life and hope.Su Zhi was in it, and he was the same as most of the miscellaneous disciples.In this dark night, he often appears in his dreams the appearance of the girl.A group of goose yellow warm dresses, standing among the purple and red flowers, were smiling at him........
The soft moonlight fell from the night sky, Jiang Li and the others were snoring again, Su Zhi's heart was a little bored, and he found that he couldn't sleep, so he simply walked out of the house.He walked to the big stone at the door and sat down, looking up at the bright moon on the sky, showing a look of nostalgia.In the middle of the night, people are always emotional.The bright sunlight gives people a sense of warmth and security, but in this deep darkness, it can also give people another sense of security.In this dark night, Su Zhi can cry wantonly, and he doesn't need to be strong like he is in the daytime."
Alas......" a helpless sigh.Su Zhifu.
Touching the dead branch in his hand, he likes this baby, but he is also very helpless.Because he doesn't know how to use it.During this time, he used a lot of means to make this treasure recognize him as the master and inform him of the specific effects.In private, he dripped blood and smeared all the dead branches, but to no avail.After that he even burned with fire, smashed with stones, but the result was .......
No matter how fierce the fire is, it can't make this withered branch even warm!
It always seems to be light and cool.As for stoning, the result is even worse......
It seems that this withered branch is simply an indestructible treasure.Of course, Su Zhi understands that such a treasure is extremely precious.But for him, invincibility is not of much use........
Before you know it, the night is getting deeper and deeper, and the dark clouds cover the moon.Su Zhi thought of his sister in his hometown, and he didn't know what life would be like for his young sister without his care.He subconsciously picked up the dead branch in his hand.The dead branch was arm-long, and there were some faint spots on it, but some of the spots were not traces, but like small holes left by insects.There are five such small holes, none of which are very large, and there are no rules for arranging them.This also made Su Zhi rule out the possibility that it was Xiao or Dizi.But at this moment, Su Zhi remembered his hometown and the past, and subconsciously picked up the dead branch and put it to his mouth, and then he blew the ancient ballad of his hometown.At the moment when the first faint sound came from the dry branches, Su Zhi was stunned for a moment and came back to his senses.Only then did he remember that the withered branch was not Xiao and the flute.But it doesn't seem like a big deal?
With his eyes closed, he gently played the ballad of his hometown, and his mind was completely immersed.A picture appeared in front of his eyes, and in that picture there was a small earthen house, although it looked a little dilapidated, but it was very warm, and there were his parents who were still alive, and there was his little sister.()