The Whole Cultivation World Wants To Revive The Venerable

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Li Fenglan's expression became strange, Ling Buyi put down Jane in his hand and looked into him.

On ordinary letters, we are used to writing more important words in a larger font size.

So Ling took a look at a few words.

"Heavenly Sleep Palace?"

These are all clearly written on the Jane, and Li Fenglan has no intention of hiding it.

Seeing that Ling didn't tire of looking at the things in his hand, he slowly opened Jane and displayed all the contents of this volume.

The characters in the mortal world are slightly different from those in the world of comprehension. When Li Fenglan left home, although she was seven years old, the characters on the slips were difficult for him to understand after a thousand years.

Ling Buyan seems to have seen this point. As an ancient character that can be read fluently and has long been lost, this thing is naturally not difficult for him at all.

Ling Buyi's slightly deep male voice rang slowly in Li Fenglan's ears.

He spoke at a gentle pace and listened tirelessly. Li Fenglan's thoughts seemed to slowly return to the three thousand year old Xihou City.

Ling Buti said: "It is written in the slip that in the second year of Chengyuan, the eldest son of the Li family in Xihou City was seriously ill. A monk from Tianmian Palace came to Li's house and cured him."

Hearing this, Li Fenglan was completely stunned.

The single biography of the three generations of the Li family, the "eldest son of the Li family" written in the Jane, can only be himself.

"Suffering from a serious illness..." After all, more than three thousand years have passed, Li Fenglan thought about it for a long time, and finally remembered something.

When he was young, he seemed to have had a serious illness.

At that time, Li Fenglan lay on the bed for half a year, wandering between sobriety and lethargy.

He always thought that he had overcome the illness abruptly, but he never expected that there would be a monk behind it.

Speaking of which, shortly after Li Fenglan recovered from her illness, something happened to her grandfather who was far away in the capital, and Li's family was in turmoil overnight.

But a few days later, his parents went to the capital, and the family was too busy, so naturally they would not mention this matter.

There is a lot of content in this volume, but most of it is about expressing the admiration of the Li family and the monks in Xihou City for the monks of Tianmian Palace, and by the way, a few monks who were born in Xihou City.

Li Fenglan is not interested in the content at all, he only cares about one point - he had a serious illness when he was four years old, and the illness was cured by the monks of Tianshui Palace?

As if responding to Li Fenglan's doubts, Ling Buyi turned the book backwards again, and read out the four characters slowly.

"Young master Fuyue."

Ling Buti closed the scroll in his hand, turned to look at Li Fenglan and said: "It turns out that the eldest son of the Li family written on the slip is Li Fuyue, and he really has a lot of fate with Tianmian Palace."

Li Fuyue is from Xihou City, many in the comprehension world know it. Therefore, seeing this, Ling Buyan didn't feel anything special, and he seemed to be slightly surprised by the tone.

But Li Fenglan was different.

After all, before this, he really didn't know at all, so when he was four years old, he had this relationship with Tianmian Palace!

"Feng Lan, what are you thinking?"

Jing Ling didn't tire of reminding her aloud, and Li Fenglan realized that she was standing here in a daze.

"It's nothing..." Fortunately, Ling Buyi couldn't see Li Fenglan's expression clearly through a layer of veil, and didn't notice his panic at the moment, "I was just thinking, he and Tianmian Palace are quite destined."

After saying that, Li Fenglan took the scroll and gently put it back on the shelf.

There wasn't what he was looking for here.

When Li Fenglan was about to open the next volume, she heard Ling Buyi say: "It's fate, it's inevitable."

"inevitable?"

"En." Ling nodded tirelessly.

Li Fenglan's fingers trembled slightly.

Ling didn't tire of how he even knew this! This is too powerful, right?

Although Li Fenglan is low-key, her personality is relatively calm. But as a once-in-a-million-year genius in the cultivation world, who once stood at the top of the Three Realms, he naturally has arrogance in his heart.

Even the more like him, it is not easy to show it, the stronger the arrogance of the heart.

When facing Qiu Wanyou back then, Li Fenglan never restrained the arrogance in her heart.

It wasn't until she met Ling Buyi that Li Fuyue really felt admiration in her heart...

Ling Buyan was not always a fan of showing off. Seeing that Li Fenglan was curious, he directly explained the reason.

"Back then, Li Fuyue's spiritual roots were extremely pure, but she hadn't cultivated for a long time, and she was an ordinary person until she was seven or eight years old."

Li Fenglan nodded.

"His spiritual roots will unconsciously absorb the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth. If a mortal body cannot bear this spiritual energy, problems will naturally occur. Therefore, if I guessed correctly, Li Fuyue was not sick back then."

"So it's this..." Li Fenglan couldn't help but gasped, "It's the aura that a mortal body can't bear."

As a monk, he knew that what Ling Buyi said was absolutely true.

The reason why I ignored this point was because for other monks with relatively ordinary spiritual roots, the "side effects" brought about by talent were minimal, or even negligible.

Those who really have a problem like me are probably one in a million.

After explaining to him, Ling Buyan had already flipped through other volumes.

Seeing Master's calm expression, Li Fenglan suddenly asked, "Do you know who the monk is?"

This sentence is completely he does not

Forbidden to think, instinctively asked.

After the voice fell, Li Fenglan realized belatedly——his tone and the speed of asking questions seemed to be taking advantage of his unpreparedness, and Zhai Ling never tired of giving the answer.

"Cultivator?" Ling Buyan put down the scroll, he frowned and thought for a while and said, "There is no record in the scroll."

"This..." It was the expected answer, but Li Fenglan felt disappointed when Ling Buyi said that she didn't know.

The man standing next to him continued to flip through the booklet, and at the same time said casually: "And I'm still not in Tianmian Palace."

"Yeah." Li Fenglan hurriedly pretended to be obedient and nodded.

It is said in "Tianmian Daosheng" that Ling Buyan was originally a casual cultivator, and he joined Tianmian Palace later.

There are many monks like him in Tianshui Palace. For example, my rebel Meng Linzhou wanted him to join Tianmian Palace as a "loose cultivator friend".

Li Fenglan and Ling Buyan had been looking for the county annals for several years, so it didn't take long for them to find the records about Li's family being ransacked and beheaded.

——It is written in the county annals that the emperor finally agreed to bury Li's family back to the hometown of Xihoucheng because of the fact that Li Gong had been the former emperor's tutor. The specific location is just under the highest mountain on the outskirts of the city.

Seeing this, Li Fenglan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

When he left home, he was already seven years old, so he naturally had a deep nostalgia for home and his hometown.

But the millennium is too long, so long that he can look at the past from the perspective of a bystander.

Even so, he was relieved to learn that his home had been buried.

"Let's go," Ling put Jane back carefully, "Let's go to the outskirts of the city." He said.

*

On this day, the monks from Tianmian Palace came out of the city again. Most of them, led by their senior sister Zhuang Zhixia, studied the footprints left by the fierce beast last night.

Duan Qianli took the opportunity to lie on the tree to sleep and be lazy, while Li Fenglan and Ling Buyan came to the side of the mountain recorded in the book.

The area of ​​Xihou City is not large, and all the places without mountains outside the city have been reclaimed into farmland.

Now is the slack season, there is no one in the field, only the villages in the distance, and occasionally smoke rises from the kitchen.

Li Fenglan and Ling Buyan Yujian came here and stood by the edge of the field.

"It's here," Li Fenglan said softly, looking at Fang's green farmland and high mountains, "It's a pity that I can't tell where it is."

Even though he was prepared in his heart, he knew that after three thousand years, he would never find the grave where Li's family was buried. But seeing this field, Li Fenglan still has regrets.

At this moment, Ling Buyi suddenly patted Li Fenglan's shoulder lightly and said, "Come here."

It turned out that on the way here, Ling Buyan had already observed the scenery below. He led Li Fenglan through the woods, and stopped by a small lake, where there happened to be an open space.

Bury old stuff here and it looks just right.

Li Fenglan took another look at the things in her arms, and gently put them on the grass.

When he was thinking about how to dig the hole, he saw Ling Buyi standing beside him, and suddenly called out his spirit sword.

The next moment, the blade of the long sword pierced into the soil.

Seeing this scene, Li Fenglan couldn't help being shocked—although the amount of knowledge was far beyond normal, she was the same as most of the people in Tianmian Palace, and Ling Buyan was a sword cultivator.

For sword cultivators, swords are as important as life.

But Ling Buyi actually used it to dig soil? !

If Li Fenglan remembers correctly, this seems to be the first time she has seen Ling Buyi draw a sword...

At the beginning, he just used the scabbard, and Chenghuang was knocked out.

"Master, you..." Li Fenglan's eyes widened, but Ling Buyan didn't seem to feel his shock through a layer of veil.

"Why are you still here?" Ling Buyan joked as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with it, "You still want Master to come here."

"No, no, how could it be!" Li Fenglan hastened to do it.

Anyway, the one in her hand is not a cause and effect, Li Fenglan didn't feel much distressed.

Time passed by, and I saw the hottest time of the day. But Li Fenglan and Ling Buyan didn't intend to stop, and they even had a tacit understanding and didn't use their spiritual power.

The hole in the eye was getting deeper and deeper, and when it was about to reach Li Fenglan's expected depth, Ling Buyi suddenly said: "A sword can only be called a sword when it is used, otherwise it is no different from a piece of ordinary iron."

Li Fenglan accidentally looked at Xiang Ling, who looked up at him with a smile, then stood up straight and said solemnly: "No matter what happened that year, Li Fuyue is rare to live up to the name of 'monk'. Bringing out a sword for him does not disgrace this sword."

Ling Buyan always had a smile on his brows and eyes, so he couldn't figure out his true emotions. At the same time, his eyes gave a feeling that he could see through everything in the world.

The first time she saw Ling Buyan, Li Fenglan felt that Ling Buyan was not like ordinary people.

But in this sentence now, it is rare for Li Fenglan to clearly feel the emotions that belong to Ling Bushi.

—He is serious.

"Okay, Feng Lan, don't stand still," Ling Buyi cleaned up the dirt on the sword with a cleaning spell, "The depth should be enough, let's bury the box in."

After Ling tirelessly reminded, Li Fenglan remembered her business.

He picked up the box, took a last look at its contents, and buried it in the soil very solemnly.

It's all so simple, it's a pity that it's a little late

Thousands of years.

Li Fenglan stood here silently, while Ling Buyan, who led her to defy the sect's rules in Tianmiangongfeng Square, stood quietly with him.

After waiting for a while for Li Fenglan to sort out her emotions, and called him "Master", the two left the suburbs.

Logically speaking, a monk like Ling Buyan cannot "intervene" in the training of his disciples, and the tide of fierce beasts is considered an accident.

So after returning to the city, Ling took the simple Tongzhuang Zhixia and others to explain, and then returned to Tianmian Palace.

——By the way, he took away the illegal Li Palace, Cheng Huang who thought he hid it well and would not be discovered.

*

Li Fenglan originally thought that nothing would happen in the following days.

But it never occurred to him that as soon as Ling Buyi left, they caused trouble.

In the world of comprehension, not only Tianmian Palace, but also other sects have the tradition of going out for training.

At this time, the "tide" of ferocious beasts outside the city behind the creek has spread throughout the real repair world, so this originally deserted city has welcomed many visitors.

The inn where the monks of the Heavenly Sleeping Palace lived was the closest to the place where the tide of beasts broke out.

So that evening, another group of monks came to the inn.

"Where's the boss? Free up the best guest room in your place!" Lai Gang said loudly as soon as he entered the door.

They were different from Li Fenglan and others, they did not deliberately hide their identities as monks.

Seeing this group of people in red Taoist robes, the boss said with embarrassment: "I'm really sorry, several priests, the best rooms in our store are already occupied."

At this time, everyone in the lobby of the inn had already turned their attention to Qun Hongyi.

Even Duan Qianli, who was sitting opposite Li Fenglan, who was eating haysai, stopped.

He smiled, patted Li Fenglan and said, "Look, Ming Xinzong's."

"Well," Li Fenglan put down the teacup in her hand, "Let's go up first."

In his last life, his relationship with Ming Xinzong was not bad. Ever since she knew that her Dao Xin had been stolen by Cheng Du'an, Li Fenglan hated Zhengming Xinzong from the bottom of her heart.

Now meeting a monk of the Ming Xin Sect here, Li Fenglan only felt unlucky.

"Don't." Just when Li Fenglan was about to leave, he was suddenly dragged down by Duan Qianli again.

"Let's watch the fun together." The handsome young man who was sitting on the other side of the table blinked and said.

Duan Qianli's current shell has nothing to do with his original shell.

If you don't say anything or make an expression, you are definitely a serious and handsome little monk.

But as long as he said it, this young man would perfectly coincide with Duan Qianli who was a thousand years old.

Li Fenglan: "What's so interesting about this, let it go!"

"No!" Duan Qianli actually played tricks.

Although they belonged to the same sect, the team for the training this time was still divided into several distinct groups.

Because of the rumors on him, most of the other monks were only superficially polite to Li Fenglan, but they actually marginalized him.

So at this moment in the hall, Li Fenglan and Duan Qianli were sitting on a small table in the corner. Except for Zhuang Zhixia, everyone gathered in the center of the hall.

"Already trapped?" Ming Xinzong laughed suddenly, "Let them vacate the house!"

"Hey," Duan Qianli tossed a peanut into his mouth, and said without hesitation while watching the excitement, "I'm quite tempered."

Duan Qianli's voice was not loud, but it happened that the hall was quiet now because of Ming Xinzong.

His complaints were heard clearly and clearly in every ear in an instant.

Li Fenglan: "..."

Duan Qianli is really good at causing trouble.

Since leaving the sect, Duan Qianli has been lazy all the way, which has long caused dissatisfaction among other disciples.

But this time, after hearing his words, the person sitting in the middle of the hall actually agreed.

"Yes, why?"

"Who are you guys? And let us give up the house instead of looking in the mirror!"

Tianmian Palace is very low-key outside, so the few red-clothed monks did not recognize them at a glance.

"Who are you?" Ming Xinzong laughed, "You are monks of Ming Xinzong!"

This time, before Tianmian Palace could say anything, Duan Qianli laughed unrestrainedly: "Hahahaha, are you a monk of Ming Xinzong? Or Tianmian Palace!"

At this moment, everyone in the inn, whether they were monks or ordinary people in Xihou City, all turned their attention to Duan Qianli.

Li Fenglan: ...It is hopeless, let it be destroyed.

Are you really pretending to be addicted?

Smiling, Duan Qianli didn't forget to pick up the chopsticks again, and took a few mouthfuls of food for himself.

And Li Fenglan finally took advantage of this moment to pull his hand out of Duan Qianli's.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Li Fenglan asked with a smile.

"Huh?" Duan Qianli was stunned for a moment, "Don't you want to see them fight?"

Li Fenglan smiled: "..."

"Oh... I forgot that you are from Tianmian Palace."

Duan Qianli didn't care what he said to Li Fenglan later.

Because just after he finished saying that he was "Tianmian", the two groups at the center of the inn pulled out their swords together.

——Since Cheng Du'an "died" in Tianmian Palace last time, and Ming Xinzong's deputy Zong Yuandan blew himself up, the two sects have become hostile.

now

If they meet here, they are bound to fight.

Li Fenglan saw that the head monk of Mingxin Sect narrowed his eyes dangerously: "He said just now that he is from Tianmian Palace?"

The disciples of Tianmian Palace usually do not reveal their identities when they are outside.

But now, the other party has bullied to the top of their heads, and they will definitely not bear it anymore.

The white-clothed monk on the opposite side didn't say anything, and directly stabbed at the red-clothed man with his sword.

The originally quiet inn suddenly became chaotic.

"Go, is there really a fight?"

As the one who really caused the trouble, Duan Qianli turned around and backed away when he saw them making a move, obviously he didn't want to get involved in the grievances between the two sects.

In his view, the monks killed each other, and it would be best if all of them died.

But Ming Xinzong will not let Duan Qianli run away so easily.

In the blink of an eye, four or five monks came towards Li Fenglan and Duan Qianli. There was no way, Li Fenglan had to draw his sword and fight with them.

Generally speaking, the monks of Tianmian Palace are naturally stronger, but the monks of Mingxinzong are twice as many.

So this fight was really chaotic.

Li Fenglanzhi "shown" on the white jade lotus platform, so the monks of Ming Xinzong recognized him - they knew that although Li Fenglan was only at the foundation establishment stage, her strength was far superior to that of her fellow practitioners.

So in the blink of an eye, Li Fenglan was surrounded by three or four Jindan and Yuanying monks from Ming Xinzong.

As for Duan Qianli, who was still standing beside him, seeing Li Fenglan attracting firepower for him, instead of making a move, he even took a few steps back.

"He Marriage, are you sure you don't want to help?"

"No, no, see if you can handle it! Go ahead and help you watch the battle from a distance!"

... The Yaozu are indeed ruthless and ungrateful.

As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands.

After all, Li Fenglan was only at the foundation-building stage. Under the siege, someone scratched his arm with a wound.

After all, this is the mortal world, and it is still in an inn. If you make a little big move, it may destroy this place.

Just when Li Fenglan was hesitating whether to use the fairy artifact in the Qiankun bag, Zhuang Zhixia finally appeared with the sound of a sword.

"What are you doing!"

The cyan flying sword quickly shuttled across the inn, and the sword energy bounced away several Ming Xinzong monks.

I don't know who recognized Zhuang Zhixia, he called out the woman's name loudly: "It's Zhuang Zhixia from Tianmian Palace! Let's go!"

After finishing speaking, Ming Xinzong, who was still flaunting his power just now, quickly left here.

"Hiss..." Li Fenglan covered the wound on her arm, and slowly sat down on the chair.

Seeing that the monks of Ming Xinzong wanted to run away, the other Tianmian Palace turned around and chased them out without getting angry.

Only Zhuang Zhixia looked around the hall, she walked to Li Fenglan with a frown and asked, "Junior Brother Li, are you alright?"

In Zhuangzhi Xiaxin, Li Fenglan is Qiu Wanyou's relationship... needs special treatment.

"It's okay." Li Fenglan gritted her teeth and took out the "medicine" powder from the Qiankun bag, and gently sprinkled it on the wound, "It's just a small injury..."

"That's good." Seeing that Li Fenglan had only suffered a little flesh injury, Zhuang Zhixia heaved a sigh of relief, "Go out and have a look, junior brother should take good care of his wounds."

"good."

After Zhuang Zhixia left, Li Fenglan looked at her wound again.

The injury was indeed not very serious, but when she thought of the Ming Xinzong monk who stabbed her, and the blood that had not been wiped off his sword, Li Fenglan felt uneasy.