Legend of Dream God in a Little Dream

Chapter 172 It Can't Leave

So, it had to grow taller madly to express its dissatisfaction, and it kept growing taller.

It roared, venting its anger mercilessly towards the sky, but nothing would change. Its roots were here, and it would always be here.

But just when it accepted its fate, a tree nearby did something it could only imagine. Yes, the tree was able to leave without relying on itself.

It was stunned as it watched the big tree being carried by the truck towards the city. It turned out that it might also get this opportunity one day, an opportunity to consider itself extraordinary.

So, it worked harder and grew harder, and gradually, it had its own sapling in its original family.

It often teaches young saplings not to be limited to this land, but to chase the wind and look around. I have heard the wind say that the world is big and it says this and that place is beautiful.

It did not get the day it was chosen, and the sapling gradually grew up and became it again.

Zengjun came to his senses and found Pingyi complaining to him that he didn't listen to her.

Zengjun scratched his face a little embarrassedly, "You say, you say"

"In short, do you understand that it just doesn't want you to be sad? Maybe you won't be sad for it."

Ping Yi opened her arms, "And I want to tell you the truth in advance, because I don't want you to feel guilty when you defeat it and say goodbye to it, because separation always makes people inexplicably sad."

Zengjun opened his right hand around Pingyi, and Pingyi stepped on Zengjun's hand with her bare feet.

Zengjun looked at the little elf in front of him. The wreath she was wearing should be the one she got from the willow tree. The one who was really reluctant to part should be Pingyi, because they were always separated, but could see each other again in the next moment.

However, Pingyi also understood that since the Golden Sword recognized Zengjun, the probability of Zengjun being able to successfully get out was very high, and she, Pingyi, could also leave the snowy mountain by signing a contract with Zengjun.

However, the willow tree could not do that, because its roots were here and it could not leave this place. So, from the perspective of voluntariness, the willow tree would definitely not leave with Zengjun, or rely on Zengjun.

Zengjun looked at the elf in front of him and said, "I understand your good intentions. It would be good if you told me in advance so that we could spend more time with it. You are not wrong. You are not sorry for it. On the contrary, you are taking care of it. You are great."

"I am great?" How long has it been since I last heard this sentence? Once upon a time, when I only had six wings, that broken wing praised me. How many years ago was that? I can't remember clearly, it must have been a long, long time ago, right?" Pingyi's heart was pounding.

Zengjun started thinking again, 'According to what Pingyi said, the willow tree was meant to make me work harder and let me understand that only by becoming stronger can I have more choices?'

"But the life of a tree is determined from birth. They can never leave the land that gave birth to them, and they are forever bound by the land that nourishes them. They live their entire lives, unable to distinguish between good and bad."

'Is all this fair? However, none of this is entirely its choice. The root of everything is that it was born a tree, but as a tree, it has this kind of strength, comparable to the strength of the four wings.'

Zengjun didn't know how to comment on this. Logically speaking, this had nothing to do with Zengjun, because the purpose of Zengjun coming here was to become stronger and then leave.

It was hard for Zengjun to imagine that the willow tree was actually the small sapling. Its mother did not despise it like its mother's mother did. Its mother often told it: You are great, you don't need to compare with anyone.

Yes, the past of the willow tree is that its mother, with longing, told her children not to stay here, to go and have a look, it might not be as bad as you thought.

So the willow tree inherited its mother's will and continued to survive, until one day, the willow tree was taken away, but the willow tree woke up from its dream.

The willow tree was actually born in this snowy mountain. The so-called mother is just an imaginary creation of it. All of it is just an illusion to relieve its mental stress.

It was born here, and the divine power here nourishes the willow tree, and the willow tree grows slowly and gradually with the help of this divine power.

Many years passed, and the willow tree gradually became stronger. One day, Wing invited it to guard the second level to prove its own worth.

The willow was very happy, thinking that it could witness more people and hear about the past of those challengers, so as to continue its dream. However, the truck in the dream was real, but it had never seen it before.

At first, the willow tree listened to many stories of challengers as it wished, until one day, Wu Xiao brought Qi Jiang here. Qi Jiang, who did not get the wings, asked Wu Xiao to set up a ban here before leaving: If I can't get it, no one else can get it.

So from that day on, no one came in anymore, and gradually, the willow tree almost forgot what a person looked like and what they should look like.

Suddenly one day, the wings came and said to it, "Here comes a challenger. I think one of your wishes can be fulfilled."

So Liu Shu waited with excitement, and asked Pingyi to be gentle with Zengjun.

So, after waiting like this, Zengjun appeared in front of the willow tree.

Zengjun looked at Pingyi in front of him and said, "It's normal to worry about gains and losses. I'm sorry that I can't help it, but I can't stay here forever for it. I have things I should do, and there are people waiting for me. I can't let them down."

Pingyi sat on Zengjun's right hand, supporting her body with both hands, and sitting with her legs together and apart. She looked so cute, like a little rabbit waiting to be fed.

"Yes, that's why I told you in advance, for fear that when you really leave, you will suddenly feel guilty towards Aunt Liu," Ping Yi nodded and said.

Zengjun sat on the ground. This was still Pingyi's space. It was quiet and suitable for escaping when he was at a loss, escaping from reality. There was nothing here, and there was everything here.

Zengjun closed his eyes and meditated, while sharpening the golden sword.

This golden sword resides in Zengjun's heart and can be summoned by his thoughts and wielded according to his ideas.

Zengjun was in his own space, dancing with the 'Yun' sword, using the sword skills in his memory, dancing with the sword non-stop.

Only through continuous and hard practice could Zengjun stop thinking about Weiwei's safety for a short period of time. However, Weiwei's safety had long been in Zengjun's mind, so much so that even mistakes would occur during the process of wielding his skilled swordsmanship.

Zengjun looked at the sword in front of him and felt that he had let down his trust in the sword.