National Magician: I Am The Only Immortal Cultivator

Ye Feng was a little distressed when he returned to the dormitory. The cigarette butt he just had was too powerful, and directly burned most of the Phantom Demon King's power, and it couldn't be turned into a magic card at all.

This wave is simply bloody.

When he came to the dormitory building, Han Yi turned his head to the old monk Daoxin who suddenly stopped and asked:

"Abbot, won't you go in?"

"No, the things here are over, and I should leave to continue atonement elsewhere."

Senior monk Daoxin clasped his hands together, said Amitabha, and then turned and left.

The four of Ye Feng looked at the direction in which old monk Daoxin was leaving and didn't say anything. They just watched each other leave quietly, and their backs gradually disappeared.

Sometimes a person makes a mistake, and he may spend his whole life to make up for it.

Daoxin is like this.

Since the heavens gave him the power of redemption, he must fulfill the duties of this power.

Just the bond, twisted to death generation after generation.

...

The East Region Academy of Magic has regained its calm, and the four people in the dormitory are busy with their own business, as if everything is back on track.

Time has entered November, and the weather is starting to turn cold.

In the morning, except for Ye Feng who got up to play games and frantically typed on the keyboard, everyone else was still asleep.

After exiting the game, he yawned a little bored.

Ye Feng stood up, ready to go outside for a stroll.

The City of Hope in November was particularly sluggish, perhaps because most of the powerful magicians went to the Western and Northern Regions for support, so there are few people on the streets of the City of Hope today.

I bought three steamed buns on the street and ate them while walking. Ye Feng was soon attracted by a painting on a stall not far away.

"Boss, your painting should be Wu Song Fighting the Tiger."

Ye Feng looked at the paintings on the stall, and he couldn't laugh or cry, but the middle-aged stall owner, who was chatting with his colleagues next to him, immediately turned around and said solemnly:

"Young man, you have a good eye. This is a serious ancient Shang and Zhou painting. Look at the workmanship, look at this..."

The stall owner suddenly stopped talking, because at this time he realized that he seemed to have bought the wrong goods, and he didn't look carefully when he put them away, and now he realized how ridiculous his painting was.

Next to it is a pair of sitting on a mountain and watching a tiger fight.

There is also a picture of the cow playing the piano.

"Boss, it's not Shang Zhou, it's last week."

Ye Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he still asked about the price.

Twenty yuan a piece, Ye Feng took it directly, and planned to hang it at home or in the dormitory in the future.

There are not many paintings that reveal a hint of abstraction in this kind of sand sculpture.

Just when Ye Feng was about to go shopping for a while and go home, he suddenly found something very special on the street stall.

Ye Feng picked up a small wooden sign with the word "Ping An" written on it.

It is a safe card.

Although the material of this wooden sign is just ordinary willow wood, this willow wood contains an extremely strong wood attribute atmosphere.

"Tree demons? I didn't expect that there were even dryads in this plane."

Ye Feng was a little surprised. After putting down the wooden sign, he didn't ask the stall owner how the wooden sign came from. Instead, he opened his mind and followed it directly.

Soon Ye Feng confirmed the source of the sign, which turned out to be a village hundreds of miles away from the City of Hope.

Anyway, I have nothing to do now, so it's not bad to go to see the dryad on this plane and chat with him.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng walked to the distant street, and finally disappeared after a gust of wind blew by.

.....

November has entered winter, and even the villages do not have much weeds, most of them have withered and withered.

This is a village that doesn't look very big, and several of them are smoking white smoke.

There are indeed only a few households living in a village with hundreds of one-story houses. What is the difference between such a village and a barren village?

There is a willow tree at the entrance of this village. The willow tree that should have been full of greenery is now bare and lifeless.

Ye Feng stretched out his hand and patted Liu Shu's body, as if he felt Ye Feng's arrival.

The willow tree demon, who had been extremely weak for a long time, managed to control a few willow branches to brush Ye Feng's shoulder as a greeting.

"You are a three-thousand-year-old tree demon, with super-nine-star strength, how did you become like this now?"

Ye Feng gave the tree demon Du a bit of aura, which revived the willow tree demon who had already reached the brink of death.

"Oh~"

A sigh sounded, and an old voice sounded in Ye Feng's mind.

It was the dryad who communicated with him with spirit and soul.

"Two hundred years ago, the alien monsters invaded the Eastern Region. I exhausted all my strength to protect the people in the village. If it weren't for the power of the law of the wood element in my body, I'm afraid I would have died a long time ago."

Hearing the words, Ye Feng smiled faintly, sat on the ground, leaning against the willow tree, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette from it, lit it in his mouth, and asked:

"You are a monster, why do you want to help people desperately?"

"I have lived for three thousand years. This village was established two thousand years ago. I have watched the people in the village grow up, and I have watched them grow old. Group after group, generation after generation, each of them is different, but It's the same again, I watched them grow up, how could I agree to the fact that the alien monster tribe wants to kill my children."