The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

   Chapter 1741 The Humble Furnace of Noble Immortals (89)

  Ling Ruoxu has lost a lot of weight because of a serious illness, but his appearance is really good-looking, his cheeks are pale, his expression is tired, and there is an indescribable beauty that makes people pitiful.

   When he heard Daotong say that Su Qinghuan had left, Ling Ruoxu's head seemed to be struck by a thunder, his ears were buzzing, and even his whole body was a little unsteady.

   "What did you say? Immortal Venerable Qing Huan left? Why did she leave?"

  The young man in white even subconsciously grabbed the sleeve of the boy because his mood fluctuated too much, and even the eyes that looked weak and blank at first suddenly sharpened a lot.

   That is the gaze of the superior.

   Even Ling Ruoxu didn't notice it.

   He had been tortured enough in this illusion. Although his soul had not fully awakened, he was still in a dormant, stupid state.

The Daotong felt a little impatient because of Ling Ruoxu's gaffe. After all, Ling Ruoxu was just a mortal who didn't know how to cultivate. The virtual future may not even be as good as him.

   "What are you yelling about?! What does it have to do with you if Xianjun is leaving? Young Master Ling, you are nothing but Xianjun's furnace. I advise you to think about yourself for a while if you have this spare time."

   seems to realize that his mouth is too poisonous. Daotong saw Ling Ruoxu's pale face, and he couldn't help but feel a little sympathy in his heart.

   "Young Master Ling, I didn't mean to target you, but you are not even liked by the Immortal Monarch. Are you still thinking about your own way out?"

  …

   Dodo left.

  Ling Ruoxu took a breath and reluctantly held the trunk of the tree to look at the green mountains and green mountains of Canglan Peak. The scenery was so beautiful, but there was a deep darkness in the young man's heart.

   "Why leave?"

   The young man in white murmured with a pale face, he didn't care what Daotong said just now, the only thing he cared about was where Su Qinghuan went.

  The young man had hatred in his heart, but it was not because of the severe pain of the disease, but the dense and dense pain of being abandoned.

  Ling Ruoxu is not a fool. On the contrary, he is very smart. It is obvious that the person he loves hates him from the bottom of his heart.

   Therefore, he did not use the most common and indescribable way to reconcile his yin and yang, but he had to adopt this strange and excessively exhausting method.

   When he was harvested last night, Ling Ruoxu felt a headache all over his body, but when he looked up and saw the little fox's face, he also saw beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

   Her lips were pale, and she didn't look much better than him, on the contrary, she was much weaker.

  …

   Even Su Qinghuan's fingertips were cold.

   She didn't get any better after the harvest.

   Therefore, Ling Ruoxu judged that she really needed him very much. If she followed the general method of supplementation, even if she couldn't recover at one time, at least it wouldn't be so uncomfortable.

   But she would rather endure the severe pain than meditate with him.

   After realizing this, Ling Ruoxu bit her thin lips firmly, the smell of rust surging in her throat, and her originally pale lips were stained with blood, showing a scarlet-like beauty.

   He hates.

   He hates it.

   But he still loves her.

   These two contradictory feelings are intertwined, making Ling Ruoxu completely at a loss, the youth's eyes are dark, and the dark eyes are more like no light at this moment.

  …

   "I'm going to find her."

  Ling Ruoxu made this decision suddenly according to his heart.

  Ling Ruoxu didn't remember the past, and he didn't awaken his soul, but he already understood an extremely important point. Su Qinghuan's disgust for him shouldn't start now.

   If it was in the past, why did it arise?

   Obviously they don't know each other.

   Just because he is a pure yang body that cannot be cultivated, do you want to serve her with a furnace?

Ling Ruoxu pinched her palms. Those slight pains made Ling Ruoxu more rational. He could see that the little fox was not that kind of person. She never criticized the servants. There was even a chivalrous warrior in the door. The good reputation of the man is not like a person who looks down on the furnace.

   After all, if Su Qinghuan really has a heart of compassion, he should know that there is nothing he can do.

   Both his parents passed away, and he offended the Qin family and killed the only son of Qin's father. If Ling Ruoxu wants to walk in this world in the future, wouldn't he have to go to Xuanqingzong?

   Make a cauldron for her, and I can still have a ray of hope for life.

  Ling Ruoxu once heard from a disciple in the sect that Immortal Venerable Qing Huan once comforted a depressed female cultivator, telling her that those who live hard are respectable as long as they do not harm the heavens and the truth.

   He killed Qin Yifan for a reason.

   I believe that Su Qinghuan will not feel that he will take revenge for his kindness.

   What else could it be for?

  Ling Ruoxu couldn't figure it out for a while, he decided to go to Xuanqingzong's library to have a look, maybe he could get the answer he wanted there.

  …

   There has never been a moment like now that Ling Ruoxu wanted to become stronger.

   If he could cultivate, he wouldn't have to look at people's faces in everything.

  Ling Ruoxu supported his sick body and walked towards the library. At the last part of the road, he was almost shaky.

   But Ling Ruoxu didn't care.

He wants to see her, the world is vast, a mortal who can't cultivate, looking for someone is almost looking for a needle in a haystack, but if he can cultivate, it will be different. In the past, Ling's father and Ling's mother also taught him a lot of methods, and he knew Cang Lan Feng left many objects related to Su Qinghuan.

   With those things, it is easier to find the trace of the little fox.

  …

   Just when Ling Ruoxu was about to read the books in the library, who knew that the people on duty today were the outer disciples from Fangheping.

   was headed by Zhang Jiannan who had shown up to the little fox at the beginning.

   Zhang Jiannan saw Ling Ruoxu who was trying to find the classics, so he stopped Ling Ruoxu coldly on the spot.

   "Yo, isn't this Young Master Ling? Why, Immortal Venerable Qing Huan went to Yunyou, and he didn't even bring your cauldron with him?"

"Step aside."

  Ling Ruoxu stared gloomily at Zhang Jiannan, he didn't have time to talk nonsense with these people.

   And the few outer disciples laughed out loud on the spot when they saw Ling Ruoxu's sick face and still being so arrogant.

   "Who do you think you are? It's just a cauldron. Now even Immortal Venerable Qing Huan has left the Xuanqing Sect. Do you really think someone will support you?!"

  Zhang Jiannan stared jealously at Ling Ruoxu's stunned face, and suddenly threw a spell.

   "Ling Ruoxu, if it wasn't for you, Immortal Venerable Qing Huan would have already incorporated me into Canglan Peak. People like you are not worthy of staying by Immortal Venerable Qing Huan! Damn you!"

  Ling Ruoxu's pupils shrank when he saw the spell, he subconsciously took a step back, but it was too late...

   (end of this chapter)