When he was six years old, the little princess Li Yuanzhen got lost in the back mountain of the Mangshan Palace.

There are many terrifying sounds in the deep mountains at night, and the grass is rustling, which always makes people feel that something seems to be there. It is about to jump out, and you can vaguely hear the howls of wild beasts. The sound of wind in the forest passes through the gaps of leaves, whimpering, like the cry of a person. The mountains are also very dark, and the branches and grasses are shaped like monsters with teeth and claws. Many black shadows swing in the wind, which is extremely terrifying.

Li Yuanzhen covered her mouth and stumbled in the forest, looking at the darkness around her eyes in horror, and she didn't even dare to cry. She was so scared that she called Ah Niang and Ah Father in a low voice, but there were only various black shadows around that made her feel scared, and there were no figures she was familiar with.

The mountain road was uneven, and Xiao Yuan was tripped by the protruding tree roots on the ground and fell to the ground. The severe pain from her knees made her cry in a low voice.

At this moment, she saw the person.

It was a nice man, wearing a white dress, and seemed to shine in the dark. He stood behind a tree, looking at her hesitantly, without getting close to him.

Xiao Yuanzhen has been walking alone in the mountains for so long and is already scared. She finally saw someone. She didn't care about anything. She got up and rushed over, hugged the man in white, and started crying.

"I want to go back, I want my mother and father!"

The man let her hug her for a while, looking at a loss. Later, when she saw her crying and she had no strength to slide down, she finally reached out to pick her up.

The man hugged her and walked towards the mountains. After a while, Xiao Yuanzhen saw a tree in the forest. The tree was so conspicuous because it was full of white flowers, just like the man's clothes. A bouquet of moonlight shone on it, which happened to shine on the white flower tree. Xiao Yuanzhen stared blankly and forgot to cry for a while.

It was not until the man asked her to sit on a low branch that Xiao Yuanzhen came to her senses. She refused to let go, held the man's neck firmly, and tied her head tightly to the man's chest, as if she was just scaring the trembling puppy.

The man couldn't, so he had to hold her, sit on the branch, and then let her sit on his lap.

He didn't speak, very quiet, but his body was very warm, which made Xiao Yuan feel very safe. When she slowly relaxed and began to try to talk to the man, she found that the man could not speak. He opened his mouth and could not make any sound. He just touched her head and smiled at her.

At night, wild beasts in the mountains passed by nearby, smelled the smell of people, and couldn't wander around. Xiao Yuanzhen looked at the green eyes that shone in the dark and the bodies that were larger than ordinary beasts, and hugged the men in white tightly. She was afraid that the beasts would suddenly rush over, but the man in white waved his sleeves, and the wind suddenly blew his eyes in the mountains, and then the beasts were scared away quickly.

That night, the man always held her, and gently stroked her forehead when she felt scared and uneasy.

Later, she fell asleep. When she woke up again, the palace people who served her had already come over with the soldiers. Everyone was glad that nothing happened to her, but Li Yuanzhen was just looking for the man everywhere. He was gone, but the white tea tree she leaned against when she woke up was still full of white flowers, and the fine petals fell all over her.

"I want to move this tree back to the palace to plant it!" said the six-year-old princess, holding a small white camellia on her head.

Although she was a child, she already knew a lot of things. She thought that if she moved the tea tree back, she might be able to see her benefactor again. When she got older, she began to think that maybe the man was not a human, but an immortal or a demon, or a mountain ghost, or something like that, but no matter what he was, she always wanted to see him again.

Over the years, Li Yuanzhen has been taking good care of this white mountain tea. She can see the white flowers all over the tree every year. Every night when the tea tree blooms, she will wander under the tree. Sometimes, in a flash, she will feel as if she saw a white figure standing under the tree, very close to her, but when she comes to her senses, she will find that it is her own illusion. There is no one under the tree except herself.

This year is the tenth year, and the white tea is about to bloom again, and it has only emerged with small buds. Li Yuanzhen was still thinking yesterday that the flowers this year seem to be blooming more, but in just one night, the white tea tree withered and withered.

Taking Wu Zhen to the princess's hall, Li Yuanzhen stared at the withered black leaves of the tea tree, and her eyes couldn't help but feel sore, and she gently stroked the trunk.

There was a row of trembling palace servants standing under the eaves in front of the palace. Looking at this side, they didn't dare to move, and even breathed very gently. The little princess' angry look this morning was extremely terrifying, and now they were still impressed. They dared not make this little ancestor angry anymore.

Wu Zhen, holding her arms, secretly gazing in her heart, staring at a tea branch beside her niece. A man in white with a vague body sat on the branch, looking quite pitiful.

Li Yuanzhen looked at the tea tree branches with a sad look, and the man next to him looked at Li Yuanzhen focused.

Wu Zhen suddenly exhaled, and a fog drifted into the misty figure of the man in white. Only then did the man notice her, with a look of surprise on his face, and nodded to her with difficulty.

Wu Zhen looked at the man for a while and she had also come to the Princess Hall several times. She had only thought that the tea tree had a bit of spiritual energy, but she didn't notice the existence of the man. This was the first time she saw this person. She probably was seriously injured, so she couldn't return to the parasitic white tea tree before she saw it.

To be precise, this man is a spirit subscriber. The so-called spirit subscriber is different from the monsters and ghosts. As the name suggests, they are a kind of spirit subscribed to something. These spirit subscribers are generally very spiritual instruments, such as calligraphy, painting, paper and pen. Wu Zhen has also seen combs, mirrors and even bowls, while plants subscriber spirit subscriber spirits. This is the first time I saw it.

It is also a great opportunity to be able to produce spirituality and transform into human form. Unfortunately, looking at this appearance, it is too much loss and the energy is lost, so it cannot be preserved for a long time. The parasitic white tea tree has died because of this reason.

The form of the spirit subscribed is similar to that of the demon, but they are much more fragile. Before the spirit subscribed is cultivated, it cannot often leave the things it sends. If it transforms for too long, the longer it appears, the heavier the loss.

This sentinel is about to run out of energy.

He probably knew that he would still sit there at this time and look at Li Yuanzhen seriously. He reached out and touched Li Yuanzhen's forehead, but Li Yuanzhen couldn't feel him or see him. She had no idea. She just wiped the man's hand and turned to look at Wu Zhen anxiously and hopefully, "Auntie, do you have any solutions? You know a lot of people, maybe you can help me find a strange person who is good at diagnosing and treating plants?"

Wu Zhen guessed that the little niece really cared about was probably not this white tea tree, but this sentient man.

Seeing that Wu Zhen didn't say anything, Li Yuan's expression gradually faded. Suddenly, Wu Zhen stepped forward and bounced her head, and sighed helplessly, "Okay, who told Xiao Yuan that she is really my baby niece? I will find a way for you to save this tree tomorrow."

Li Yuan was stunned, very surprised, jumped up and hugged her arm and asked, "Really! Auntie, you really have a way to save me!"

Wu Zhen smiled and rubbed her head, "Of course. Today, please relax and have a good sleep. Look at your eyes, so that you can apply to you and don't cry. I will definitely make you happy tomorrow."

Wu Zhen went from speaking to doing it. She spoke with a firm tone and confident tone. Everyone would unconsciously believe her. Li Yuanzhen felt relieved all of a sudden.

"Okay, then I'll wait for my aunt tomorrow!"

Wu Zhen left the palace and headed straight to Dongcheng. After searching for a while, he saw the person he was looking for under a tree. The man was dressed in coarse cloth clothes, as old as a piece of dead tree roots. A flag was hung on the small table in front of him, and four words were written on the rag strip - Half Immortal God's Calculation.

"God."

Wu Zhen threw down a piece of gold, "I'm in trouble, come and ask you what to do."

This charlatan - one of the two deputys of the Cat Gong in Yaoshi, begging in Yaoshi at night and telling fortunes in Dongshi during the day. Today, he changed his appearance as an old man, and only opened a business and made ten cents.

He looked at the heavy piece of gold on the table and said, "I only tell fortunes and don't solve other problems."

Wu Zhen seemed to be smiling, "Do you think I dare not hit you in public?"

God:... I had known that I would not have become an old man today and a beautiful boy. Maybe the cat will show a little mercy when he hits people.

"Cough," the charlatan coughed, silently put Jinzi into his sleeve, and said with a good temper: "Master, please ask."

Wu Zhen: "A spirit sent to the public is about to disappear. Is there any way to save you?"

The charlatan: "Send the spirit? This is hard to save."

Wu Zhen: "If it is not difficult, I don't need to come to you for a book without words. You are the legendary heavenly book. Is there something you don't know in the world?" Because of asking people to do things, Wu Zhen said a rare good thing, but she praised her. Her eyes were dark and extremely oppressive when she said this. The charlatan felt that if she couldn't solve the problem of the cat husband, it might be bad.

The charlatan: "...Wait, I check it, it seems that there is a way to save it." He was praised for his cold sweat and took out his own wordless book.

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Mei Si has been sitting in the room for a day. He did not draw any more. He just stared at the painting spread on the table with a blank expression. After the initial surprise and disbelief, he was now full of determination. He asked the servants to light many lamps. He sat cautiously in front of the painting, put a sword in front of him, and looked at the painting motionlessly.

When he woke up this morning, he found that the painting he drew yesterday had changed. Mei Si clearly remembered that the evil ghosts he drew the vigors the day before, and the evil ghosts he drew were dejected in the morning, looking like they lost a fight with others. He clearly saw one of the evil ghosts breaking his hand!

This is a painting! It was a painting he drew himself! How could a ghost painted yesterday break his hand today? The change is so huge that he has clearly changed his painting, but the brushstrokes and shapes are all familiar to him, and it is indeed his painting.

Mei Si refused to believe that he remembered it wrong. He felt something was wrong after dozens of ghosts he had drawn before disappeared. Now that this change has occurred again, Mei Si had to doubt whether there was anything difficult to explain.

For example, there are really ghosts.

Mei Si likes to draw ghosts and monsters. He believes in the existence of inhuman things in the world, but this is the first time he has experienced strange things since he was born. He is not as excited as he used to think, but only has a lot of worries. If such a thing really appears by his side, will it harm his relatives and friends?
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