Chapter 391: Jiuzhu old pile

It seems to be in full swing, but there are only three opportunities left, and there is still a chance that someone will pick it up without penalty, and most of these people are casual cultivators, and the things in their hands are really not enough to see.
Lou Yi chose a bamboo leaf for the rich man who paid 100,000 middle-grade spirit crystals. He happily threw it into the water bowl, and the bamboo leaf turned into liquor. This guy held the wine proudly. The bowl was drunk, and the eyes around him were full of contempt.
It's just that this is not a good thing for Lou Yi. You must know the money he earned, but it is ruining opportunities for many people. There are so many people here, and many people have gritted their teeth and saw that his eyes are full of unkindness.
Lou Yi is not stupid, naturally, he doesn't want to get ahead anymore, but the sky is not as good as the others. Someone has something to help him. The reward he offered was a small pinky-sized starstone.
This is a 7th-Rank meteorite, and Lou Yi has been thinking about this thing a long time ago, but the unforgettable baby, with it, a small shifting array will have a fall, don’t look at the size of a little finger, but it’s also enough to make one. Twenty small movers are now.
Faced with great pressure, Lou Yi completed the transaction, but now only one of the original ten bamboo leaves is left. The crowd is turbulent, and everyone starts to gamble on luck. Hope is gone.
Facing the glaring glaring of the surrounding crowd, Lou Yi has already begun to think about how to get away later. He is going out now, making it clear that he will be attacked by the crowd. Although he is not afraid, after all, this is Beizhou, in case it causes unnecessary Trouble, then the gain is not worth the loss.
But just thinking about how to get out, a light suddenly hit him, and then he disappeared in front of everyone...
Gao Dali disappeared with him, and the crowd complained, "Damn, let these two guys run away."
"What is that light?" someone asked.
The crowd talked a lot, but someone shouted after a while, "It's over, the bamboo leaves are gone..."
It turned out that some people were lucky enough to get the last wine leaf while these people were stunned. As a result, the ten bowls of green bamboo leaf wine all had their homes. The next time the Caolu reopened, it would have to wait a few years. .
Some people were secretly unlucky, some gritted their teeth, some said they would wait for the two to come out, and more people left depressed. Soon the Caolu people went to the empty building, and Zhu Weng closed the door after sending everyone away. Up.
Not long after that, the yellow leather lamp went out, and the surrounding area suddenly became dark. The old man cleaned the grass house and went back to the inner room, as if nothing had happened. At this moment, Building B and Gao Dali , But came to a strange place.
A piece of bamboo stands quietly in the center of a circular bamboo forest. This piece of bamboo is very thick and thick enough for seven or eight people to hug together. However, it has only one piece, with a dead branch hanging on it, and a little green on the dead branch. Gestating.
Lou Yi counted them carefully, and there were exactly ten. Not only did he think of something, is this the secret of Zhuye Qingjiu...
A few moments later, a figure came from behind, it was Zhu Weng from the wine shop. He looked calm, with a faint smile on his face. When he came to the two of them, Lou Yi and Gao Dali held their fists together. "I have seen Zhu Weng."
Zhu Weng smiled and nodded, and slowly walked towards the old bamboo section. When he came closer, Lou Yi found that there was a bamboo chair next to the old bamboo. Zhu Weng was sitting on it and gently stroked it with his hands. This old bamboo has an indescribable sense of happiness on his face.
Lou Yi stepped forward and looked at this section of old bamboo, and a strange feeling came to his heart. The breath from this section of old bamboo was not very strong, but there was an unmatched feeling.
It turned out that it has always been guarding this mortal, and it is using its life energy to nurture the wine bamboo leaves. This so-called miracle, but this old bamboo is only consuming itself to repay the old man.
I don't know why Lou Yi feels very pleased. Song Shen is kind to humans and is enshrined by people. In order to contain the snow owl, the blood yingmei turned into a Hemei iron tree. In the end, he would rather sacrifice himself and die with the snow owl.
It was for the humans who misunderstood it and even harmed its descendants. When the Ebony Spirit Tree was dying, it used itself to bury the culprit of the Ebony Swamp to swallow the empty anaconda, which did a great harm to the human race.
With their kindness, the spirit tree clan made Lou Yi feel their greatness time and time again, but now this old bamboo pile provides refuge for this mortal at the expense of himself.
The old man's hand gently touched the old bamboo stake, it exuded strange fluctuations, Lou Yi was shocked, a picture suddenly appeared in front of him, a towering giant bamboo, surrounded by people, all kinds of Spells, a merciless bombardment on it.
The war lasted for nine days and nine nights. At the dawn of the tenth day, the towering giant bamboo finally could no longer resist it. It was cut off by the roots. Those greedy people plundered all the bamboo leaves on it and took it. The huge body was dismembered, and he shouted excitedly.
At this time, there was a three or four-year-old doll far away. He looked at this side stubbornly. After all those people were gone, he staggered to here and picked up a broken bamboo branch from the ground. Clumsy wanted to help it pick it back.
Originally the old bamboo was dying, but with the help of this little guy, he finally found a ray of life. It connected this bamboo branch and unfolded ten bamboo leaves to breathe and multiply.
Ten years later, Little Wawa has grown into a young man. He will come to accompany and take care of Old Zhu every day. His face is always full of smiles. His smile looks very sunny and makes people feel happy.
But the good times didn't last long. One day a few years later, he came back here covered in blood, followed by countless people holding torches. They shouted, wanting to kill this young man.
The young man had nowhere but to find Old Bamboo, hoping that Old Bamboo could save his life. After all, on that night ten years ago, he saw with his own eyes, a towering giant bamboo, shining with turquoise light, and bamboo leaves like The blade is generally sharp, fighting thousands of gods on its own.
He hurriedly fell down in front of Old Zhu. When he woke up, those chasing him disappeared, and the surroundings looked a little different. Old Zhu’s bamboo piles made a rattling sound, and the bamboo leaves rustled. Ming seems to be asking, but also comforting him.
The young man cried. He cried for the first time. He was very sad. He cried in front of Lao Zhu because he was poor, bullied, lost his ancestral house, his parents were beaten to death, and even the girl who was close to him , Also remarry others.
A young man under the age of twenty has endured this cruel world prematurely. He can't breathe under the burden of this heavy burden. Since then, for many years, he has not laughed again, or even the number of times he has been here. Also began to decrease.
Until ten years later, he never came again. The memory of Old Zhuzhuang paused here, and Lou Yi's eyes were replaced by another scene. In ten years, the old Zhuzhuang recovered a little bit. It began to transform this place.
Arrange the enchantment with its own power to isolate the unknown danger. For ten years it passed quietly, thinking that its relationship had grown into a bamboo forest around it, which attracted the attention of the people of the cold valley.
Some people came here after repairing the road, which was the same mountain road that Building B walked before. During this period, many people came one after another, but later it was too remote, so there were fewer mortals coming and going.
After more than ten years, a gray-haired beggar staggered up the mountain road and fainted in front of Old Zhu. Old Zhuzhu naturally recognized him, and recognized the mortal who saved him thirty years ago.
It's just that he is only forty years old, and why is he so decadent and old? Why is he gray-haired and old-fashioned?
The old bamboo pile fed him with dew to quench his thirst, and covered him with bamboo leaves to prevent him from freezing to death here. After two or three days, he slowly woke up, but he was shocked to find that he was unconscious. , Actually came here again.
This time it was Lao Zhuzhu who rescued him again. Although he saved the other party once, he paid it back more than 20 years ago, and now he owes him another life~EbookFREE.me~ He cried. Only this time I cried very desperately.
The old bamboo pile shook the bamboo branches lightly. Ten green bamboo leaves were hung on it. The rustling of the leaves seemed to remind him. A few years later, a grass cottage appeared here with the logo of a wine shop.
At first no one came, because it was too remote. Later, the cold valley country built a large-scale construction project to build Dengxian City, and this place was discovered by chance.
The weird rules made many monks dismissive, but when they wanted to be rude and unreasonable, they would disappear inexplicably. Over the years, the fame here gradually spread, and many monks came here admiringly.
As a result, the old man also had a support. During this period, there were sadness, happiness, danger and satisfaction. The old bamboo pile relied on its power to shelter the old man from wind and rain, and he spent decades in this way.
The picture suddenly broke when he reached this point. Only then did he realize that Gao Dali was shaking his body. Lou Yi was awakened suddenly. Following the direction of Gao Dali's fingers, Lou Yi was stunned.
Zhu Weng had passed away peacefully when he saw the illusion just now. He left with a happy smile. He put his hands on the old bamboo stake until he died. He was leaning on the side of the bamboo stake, if not The breath was gone, Lou Yi would really think he was just asleep.
Lou Yi looked at the old bamboo stake. In fact, he also knew that for so many years, the old bamboo stake had used his little life essence to make wine bamboo leaves, and it had come to the end of life.
Lou Yi buried Zhu Weng under the old bamboo stakes and bowed deeply at them. He admired this spirit and respected their friendship, leaving here with a little heavy heart and Gao Dali.
When they walked out of the bamboo forest, the original cottage was gone. Since then, there is no such cottage in the world. Perhaps someone will come to look for it, but Lou Yi knows that it will never reappear.