He was gaping and speechless. He had been curious about the origin of Xinshu before, and thought that the origin of this wonderful tree must be extraordinary. But what he didn''t expect was that such a divine tree was planted by the mysterious nun.


    The picture is still going on. As time goes on, the little tree, which was only one leg high, is bathed in the wind and rain, experiencing the frost and snow, passing through the wind and the sun, gradually rising, growing up lonely on the wasteland.


    But different from today''s heart tree, the leaves sprouted from the nodes of the small trees at that time were not as glamorous as fire, but bright green, and each leaf was as smart as jasper in the sunshine.


    The only thing that''s the same is that on the trunk of the heart tree, there''s a face like mark. The mark is delicate and graceful, like a pretty girl''s face, but unfortunately the eyes on the face are closed, like sleeping.


    Along the way, there were some figures who passed the small tree and were surprised by its appearance. Many monks even tried to collect it and transplant it to other places. Unfortunately, all they did was in vain.


    The little tree seems to be imprisoned here by the mysterious nuns. No matter how powerful those nuns are, they can''t be moved.


    The small trees grow quietly, and gradually grow into a towering trend, with dense branches and leaves, and a large area of green shade. More and more monks pass by it, but different from before, it seems that everyone knows that the heart tree can''t move, fewer and fewer people stop for it, and even few people stay in the shade.


    Time passes like a fleeting horse. After a long silence, there is a young man under the heart tree. The young man was always dressed in white. Every time he came to the heart tree, he did not explore anything, but sat quietly under the heart tree with his knees crossed.


    "Lao Zu, Wei Huang..." Seeing the young man, Wei tianxie burst into tears. The young man was no other than Wei Huang in his youth. However, different from what the Wei people thought, the Wei emperor at that time was not brilliant. On the contrary, he looked ordinary and even introverted, just like a piece of jade.


    Unlike those who passed through the heart tree but left, and did not do anything else, Emperor Wei drew a trickle for the heart tree.


    Although the trickle is not big enough to be regarded as a stream, it is clear and bright. The sound of gurgling water makes the heart tree no longer lonely.


    When Emperor Wei thought about something, he seemed to think about the most important place. The scope of his activities became smaller and smaller, and he even began to sit under the heart tree. His brows were always frowning and pondering, such as being troubled by some difficult problem.


    In a quiet night, the branches of the heart tree suddenly dropped without any sign. The bright leaves, like the light flowing down, gently fell on the emperor Wei.


    At the moment when the branch touched Wei Huang''s body, Wei Huang''s long frowned brow suddenly opened without any sign, and then his eyes also opened, which was different from the depression in the past. Those eyes were surprisingly bright.


    Then, along the emperor''s eyebrows, suddenly there was a crystal clear light burst out, light combination, interweaved into a sword!


    "It''s the secret art of transforming the mind into the form that emperor Wei really realized under the heart tree!" This scene, no doubt, is exactly the scene of emperor Wei''s perception of the mystical transformation.


    But different from the legend, Emperor Wei''s perception of this technique seems to have been helped by the heart tree. It was the green branch that awakened emperor Wei''s confusion.


    As the picture moves, Wei Huang''s face gradually fades away his youth''s green and astringency, and becomes more stable and resolute as an adult. And he built a house not far from the heart tree and lived there.


    One person, one tree, seems to have reached a strange echo, so left the world to live.


    Until one day, Wei Huang''s body side, suddenly more than a girl who always likes to wear green. The girl didn''t look like a beautiful girl, but her eyebrows and eyes were very beautiful, especially the eyes, which were as bright as the leaves of the heart tree.


    Not only that, if you look carefully, the outline of the girl is more similar to the mark on the trunk of the heart tree.


    It can be seen that emperor Wei loved the girl in green very much. He widened the trickle for her and turned it into a river. He even raised some fish, shrimp and beasts in the river. In this way, the girl could sit on the Bank of the river and let the fish kiss her white feet.


    If life is spent in such a leisurely time, it may be better than long practice! Looking at this scene of warm pictures, all people''s hearts, inexplicably all gave birth to a feeling.


    The picture shows that the emperor Wei has become a middle-aged man, and the green girl has also become a young woman in green. Besides, beside them, there is even a doll carved with powder and jade. There are three people in the family, happy and happy.


    There are seven or eight disappointments in the world. With the passage of time, the frown of emperor Wei, who had not seen him for a long time, began to wrinkle again for the first time, and it became deeper and deeper day by day. Not only that, but also there were hasty people passing by under the heart tree.


    Those people are all friars, but they have lost their immortality. Some of them are just like a dog in a hurry.


    The age of dark turmoil has come Seeing this scene, ye Lingfeng''s heart sank. Although the picture is silent, he can feel that the most critical node is about to appear. Some secrets about the heart tree and the Wei clan may be known.Wei Huang''s brow is more and more wrinkled. Instead of sitting beside the river with his wife and son, he stares at the river day after day. He even begins to use the river to sharpen his crystal clear sword.


    Although the young woman in green has no words, everyone can see that her eyes also have day-to-day sorrow.


    At last, Emperor Wei stood in silence under the heart tree all night. At night, his brows were tight, but at daybreak, his brows were stretched out, like a knot in his heart, which was finally untied by him.


    When the light was dim, the young woman in green, as she had guessed, appeared under the tree with the sword and handed it to the emperor.


    With a blazing embrace, Emperor Wei left with his sword. Since then, he has never returned. And the young woman in green is holding the child, day after day standing under the heart tree watching the direction of Wei Huang''s departure. The river is murmuring, but no one uses it to wash their feet.


    Until one day, the young woman in green suddenly appeared under the heart tree. Unlike before, her face, which seemed to know nothing about sadness, was full of tears. And those tears, not clear as crystal, but bright as blood!