Pagoda Immortality

Lu Li's robes exploded, his body was covered with spider web-like cracks, and blood could not stop flowing out...

But the magical thing was that at the moment when these lightnings exploded his skin, the Yuanying in Lu Li's Dantian turned nine-colored light, forcibly pulling this terrifying destructive force into it, and easily helped him resolve this crisis...

The lightning came and went quickly.

In just two or three breaths, the passage was dark again.

Lu Li looked at the empty space and couldn't help shaking: "Old Wu! Ah Fei! Little one! Wei Yue... You, where are you... Come out, come out..."

"Wei Yue!!!"

"Little one!"

"Come out..."

"..."

Lu Li turned around in the passage, looking at the pieces of robes scattered all over the ground around him, his lips trembling violently, and tears burst out of his eyes...

One month later

At a beach somewhere in the southern part of the Great Yunnan, a young man in tattered robes lay flat on the beach, letting the waves wash over him.

One day, a young monk happened to pass by here, found this man, and took him home.

After half a month of careful care, the young man finally woke up, but his expression was numb and there was hardly any color in his eyes.

"Hey, brother, are you awake?"

As soon as An Ping opened the gate, he saw Lu Li sitting on the stone steps opposite. He couldn't help but look happy and ran to Lu Li quickly.

"You saved me?"

Lu Li stared blankly at the two blue bricks in the yard. A small weed grew in the gap between the blue bricks, shaking gently, as if waving at him.

"It's not a rescue, I just brought you back. However, I have to say that your injury recovered very quickly. At that time, I saw that your whole body was cracked and swollen. I didn't expect that you could get out of bed in just half a month..."

An Ping shook the medicine bag in his hand, "Sit for a while, I'll help you boil the medicine."

Later, An Ping brought the soup medicine and sat next to Lu Li to curiously ask about Lu Li's identity, but Lu Li always looked numb and didn't say a word.

An Ping was a little unhappy, but didn't say much.

In the following days, An Ping still helped Lu Li boil soup medicine every day, but he no longer asked about Lu Li's identity. Every time, he would put the medicine bowl next to Lu Li and leave directly.

If he had that spare money, he would also go to Huichuntang to buy Lu Li a few pairs of high-quality plasters, but the plasters of Huichuntang were extremely expensive, even if he was a third-level Qi training practitioner, he felt a little distressed.

In the process of buying medicine for Lu Li, An Ping met Mo Ziyan, the daughter of the owner of Huichuntang.

Then, he no longer cared about the money, and he would go there every two or three days.

Even after a month, when Lu Li's external injuries had almost recovered, he still went to chat with Mo Ziyan under the guise of buying plasters.

Gradually, the two became familiar with each other.

Half a year later, Mo Ziyan followed Anping to the courtyard and saw Lu Li, who looked numb.

Mo Ziyan looked weak and spoke in a low voice, as if she was afraid of offending others. She took the initiative to greet Lu Li, but Lu Li still ignored her.

Although Mo Ziyan was a little embarrassed, she was not angry. Anping quickly came up to help, saying that Lu Li might have a head injury and asked her not to take it to heart.

Listening to Anping's story, Mo Ziyan realized that it was Anping who picked up Lu Li, and she couldn't help but have a deeper affection for Anping.

One day two years later.

An Ping suddenly told Lu Li with a happy face: Mo Ziyan agreed to marry him, and wanted to ask Lu Li to be their master of ceremonies.

This time, Lu Li was no longer numb, and his lips trembled slightly, "Okay."

Seeing Lu Li agreed, An Ping was very happy, and happily went to the street to buy a few jars of good wine, and invited Lu Li to drink with him.

While toasting, Lu Li suddenly asked: "She is just a mortal, but you may achieve foundation building or even further, aren't you afraid of seeing gray hair?"

An Ping smiled calmly: "For her, I can give up being an immortal."

Lu Li was silent and drank with An Ping until he was drunk, and he didn't wake up until the sun was high the next day.

The wedding was on the eighth day of March.

The courtyard was decorated with lights and colors, but it was very deserted. Except for Lu Li and Mo Ziyan's father Mo Youheng, there was no guest.

Mo Youheng was also a mortal. He was uncomfortable with such a deserted wedding, but he couldn't resist his precious daughter's infatuation, so he had to agree.

Lu Li specially washed up today. Although he was still wearing a cloth, he looked much more energetic.

Mo Youheng sat alone in the hall.

Lu Li stood on the right, looking at the two newlyweds in red wedding clothes, and was happy for Anping from the bottom of his heart.

He didn't know how to officiate at the wedding, but fortunately he had played house when he was a child, and chanting "I bow to heaven and earth..." was not a problem.

After the wedding ceremony, Anping first took Mo Ziyan into the east room, and then came out to drink with Lu Li.

Although Mo Youren was dissatisfied with such a simple wedding, the matter was a foregone conclusion, and he no longer cared about it. He just kept telling Anping to take good care of Ziyan...

Lu Li looked dazed, drinking one cup after another, and his mind was full of the voice left by Wei Yue before the tribulation.

Dead.

Everyone was dead.

He walked to the end of the passage, and there was nothing but a stone door that was difficult to open.

Wei Yue was gone, Wu De was gone, Tang Fei, Xiao Bitian... Everyone was gone, even the pagoda in his hand was gone...

In this world, he was the only one left.

He didn't know what he was going to do, or what else he could do.

The festive days passed quickly, and An Ping left the yard to Lu Li and moved to Huichun Hall, saying that it was Mo Youren's request, and he wanted An Ping to inherit his mantle.

This was just a small town, and Mo Youren had limited knowledge and didn't know that An Ping was a cultivator. If he knew, he would definitely not do this.

An Ping didn't explain either, and he seemed to really be like what he said at the beginning, that for Mo Ziyan, he could give up cultivation.

However, although he moved away, he would not forget Lu Li for three meals a day. Either An Ping personally delivered it, or Mo Ziyan delivered it, anyway, Lu Li would not be left hungry.

An Ping was a cultivator, and his intuition was more sensitive than that of ordinary people. He felt that Lu Li was a little bit unusual, but he couldn't say specifically.

In the seventh year after Lu Li came to Mosang Town, Anping was 27 years old and had a fat baby, white and tender, very pleasing. On the full moon day, Anping came to invite Lu Li to drink.

Lu Li did not refuse and went to Huichun Hall.

The full moon wine was very lively and noisy, which was very different from the cold wedding.

Lu Li sat in the corner and did not raise his glass to drink alone. Someone found Lu Li and thought that Lu Li was handsome and extraordinary, so he wanted to marry his daughter to him.

But Lu Li just smiled and dismissed him with an excuse...