The Whole Cultivation World Wants To Revive The Venerable

The news that Li Fenglan survived the Ninety-Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation twice in a row and became a Nascent Soul cultivator by leapfrogging shocked the entire cultivation world.

And because of this, I almost lost my life.

After being brought back to Miguang Mountain by Ling Buyan, Li Fenglan fell into a coma for more than half a month.

Tianmian Palace wanted to send people to check on Li Fenglan's situation several times, but they were blocked outside Miguang Mountain without exception.

Speaking of which, there are monks in Tianshui Palace, and most of them don't need to rest. Like Li Fenglan, whose living habits are no different from ordinary people, in Tianmian Palace, they are completely a minority among the minority.

In my previous residence, there was only an ordinary wooden bed.

But this time, when Li Fenglan woke up, she found herself lying in the soft blanket. The quilts are all made of freshly stretched cotton, as soft as a mortal bed.

Even the tattered clothes on his body due to crossing the catastrophe were replaced by a soft middle coat at some point.

Li Fenglan slowly opened her eyes and looked towards the head of the bed.

"...Cheng Huang?"

The little white and furry guy nestled around his neck at some point, and even snored while he was sleeping soundly.

"Woo~" Chenghuang slept really soundly this time, and he didn't open his eyes when he heard Li Fenglan's voice, but just dazedly rubbed on Li Fenglan's body. Then she turned over and snatched half of Li Fenglan's pillow.

... so ruthless.

Seeing that Chenghuang ignored her, Li Fenglan reached out and pressed her temple, and slowly sat up from the bed.

"Where is this?" He whispered to himself.

Before Li Fenglan studied it, she saw a figure walking around the silk screen in front of the room.

The person who came was wearing a black silk robe, and his long hair was tied loosely behind his head with only a ribbon, looking extraordinarily leisurely.

Seeing that Li Fenglan woke up, she didn't seem surprised, she just smiled at the half-sitting person on the bed.

But Li Fenglan was obviously taken aback.

"Master?!"

Wait, am I in Lingbuyi's room? !

"Lie down first, and be careful of the wound." Ling Buyi gently put down the medicine bowl in his hand, and walked to the side of the bed.

After hearing the other party's words, Li Fenglan subconsciously did what she said, and slowly lay back on the bed.

"Master, this is... your room?" Li Fenglan hesitated for a long time, and finally asked.

After he opened his mouth, he realized that he hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was already so hoarse.

"Well," Ling Buyi nodded and said, "This is the apse of Miguang Mountain, you have been in a coma for more than two days."

Generally speaking, the "back hall" refers to the living place of the peak masters of each peak.

However, most monks do not need to sleep, and many beds in the apse are just decorations. Even Qiu Wanyou, Li Fenglan's former master, only threw a few futons in the apse of Xianyun Palace when he was in the snowy Meizhou.

... So, now I am in Lingbuyi's bedroom, even lying on his bed?

It turns out that Ling Buyan has a bedroom, and it is so comfortably furnished? ? ?

In the past five years, Li Fenglan has gotten used to the feeling of being covered by a hood.

Even though she is not wearing a veiled hat now, she still habitually writes what she thinks in her heart on her face without concealing it.

I don't know, but my expression at this time is really exciting.

"What are you thinking?" Ling asked curiously.

Li Fenglan didn't realize it, she had instinctively trusted Ling Buti.

In addition, Li Fenglan woke up from a coma just now, and her mind was not so clear yet, when Ling did not tire of asking, she actually said what she had just thought: "I was thinking, so you can sleep... "

Li Fenglan spoke halfway, and finally reacted.

Hastily swallowed all the following sentences.

Ahhh, what the hell are you talking about? It's so embarrassing!

But hearing Li Fenglan's words, Ling Buyan laughed.

"It seems that you, Feng Lan, have misunderstood me a lot," half-jokingly, she sat down on the empty chair beside the bed, "You don't think I'm meditating all day long, do you?"

Maybe it's because the quilt is too warm and comfortable now, or maybe it's because Li Fenglan's head is still dizzy, she actually nodded her head.

"Cultivate hard all day, like the immortal venerable who holds the precepts?" Ling Buyi lightly put his finger on Li Fenglan's wrist, checked the recovery of the spiritual vein like a mortal pulse, and said so casually.

——Che Jie is the oldest immortal in the sect, about the same age as Tianmian Palace.

The Immortal Master of Precepts already had a Mahayana cultivation level six or seven thousand years ago. Since Li Fenglan entered Tianmian Palace in her last life, she has been cultivating behind closed doors, trying to break through.

Although there has been no sign of a breakthrough for many years, and it seems that there is no hope of ascension, Kejie Immortal Venerable is still one of the most promising figures in the cultivation world. From top to bottom in Tianmian Palace, even Jiang Yichang, the head of the palace, respects him very much.

However, Ling Buyan actually made a joke of the other party.

"Pfft..." I told myself rationally, I can't laugh, I can't laugh.

But seeing Ling Buyi's calm and relaxed look, Li Fenglan finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

In fact, Ling Buyan just mentioned it in passing, and the sentence itself is not very interesting.

But it has been a long, long time since Li Fenglan laughed so wantonly.

——At least after rebirth, I have never felt so relaxed like this moment.

Five years ago, I thought that I would always stay alone in Miguang Mountain, living a lonely and boring life. He didn't expect that someone would be able to tell jokes about Zongmen Xianzun with him five years later.

But at some point, Ling Buyan slowly lowered his fingers.

The gaze towards Li Fenglan was extremely gentle.

"Hey... I can't laugh anymore, it's against the sect's rules."

"Rules are made by people, there is nothing wrong with it." Ling Buyi said.

Li Fenglan finally calmed down slowly, lying on the hospital bed and shaking her head gently.

"Yeah... the rules are all made by people."

Until he went mad in his last life, the comprehension world praised Li Fuyue as a person with a solid heart. But after being reborn and thinking about her previous life, Li Fenglan just realized that maybe it wasn't a solid Dao heart.

From the time she entered Tianmian Palace at the age of seventeen, Li Fuyue did not leave the snowy Meizhou for three hundred years.

At that time, only Qiu Wanyou and Xiuzhen were in the world.

In the following days, Li Fenglan's life was also not so turbulent. The talent is too high, the journey of cultivation is too smooth, and even the "temper" has been wiped away by the three hundred years of snowy Meizhou snow.

Li Fenglan only knew that she had to take care of the overall situation of the cultivation world, and then attain the Dao and ascend.

By his side, some people live for the world, some live for the sect, and some live for themselves.

But only Li Fenglan never thought about this problem.

What exactly do you want?

Until now, it seems that I have never done it actively, but just passively waiting for the arrangement of people and fate.

Even rebirth.

It is precisely because of this that for the past five years after her rebirth, Li Fenglan has been living a life of isolation in Miguang Mountain.

Because he really didn't know the meaning and purpose of his rebirth.

"What's wrong?" Ling Buyi brought over the "medicine" bowl and asked softly by the way.

Li Fenglan pursed her lips, sat up again, and took the "medicine" bowl into her hand.

He shook his head first, then took a deep breath, and asked as if he had made up his mind: "I'm just suddenly curious, what should I do in this life..."

Revenge?

Not to mention that I really went mad in my last life, I don't know how to figure out that muddled account for a while.

Most importantly, with my current cultivation base, revenge is simply a dream. And even if he really took revenge, how would he live the days after that?

After much deliberation, Li Fenglan found that the best ending is just to go back to the old path, work hard to cultivate and wait for the day when the sun will soar.

It's okay, but it's really boring.

——It’s hard to live a new life, is it possible that it’s just to follow the old path? In this case, I'm sorry for the strange fairy bone on my body.

Without waiting for Ling to answer, Li Fenglan asked again: "Master, in this life, do you want to do it?"

Li Fenglan didn't realize that it was the first time in her two lifetimes that she talked with someone about such a profound issue.

When she was just reborn, Li Fenglan looked at anyone and felt that they were going to use and betray her.

But after getting along for a period of time, Li Fenglan has already trusted Ling Buwei very much.

"Me?" Ling Buyan really thought about it.

Just when Li Fenglan thought that Ling Buyan would just play it off, she actually heard the other party answer seriously: "When I was young, I wanted to do something spectacular, and I thought that would not be a waste of my life."

"What about now?" Li Fenglan asked after drinking the medicine.

Ling Buyi took back the empty bowl, paused for a while and said, "Now I think, why do people have to do something in their lifetime? You are lying under the quilt at the moment, and grabbing the pillow with Huang, isn't that the meaning?"

Li Fenglan suddenly felt that Ling Buyan was a little detached...

After drinking the soup and medicine, he sat on the bed with his knees hugged, and suddenly said to Ling: "Master, I think you are a bit mysterious."

And at the next moment, Li Fenglan got a very unexpected answer.

Ling Buyan actually nodded and said, "That's right, I'm very mysterious."

"Ah???" The other party responded directly to this sentence, and really killed Li Fenglan.

Li Fenglan sat by the bed, not knowing how to continue talking for a while.

Seeing Li Fenglan's bewildered face, Ling Buyan seemed very satisfied.

Standing up with the medicine bowl in hand, he did not forget to rub Li Fenglan's head before leaving.

"Recover well, good apprentice." Ling Buyi said with a smile.

...

Not long after Li Fenglan woke up, the forbidden area of ​​Tianmian Palace, which few people knew before, welcomed another rare visitor.

The identity of the visitor was a bit special. Immortal Chizhen Zun Mu Hantao, who had not retreated for the time being, came to greet him outside the forbidden area in person.

"I haven't seen Ning Xianzun for a long time," Mu Hantao nodded towards the man in blue who was standing outside the forbidden area, and then asked with some doubts, "I don't know why you came to our Tianmian Palace? "

The man holding the pipa saluted Mu Hantao.

Knowing that Mu Hantao is a person who doesn't like to show off, he paused and said directly: "To be honest, I came here for the Soul Condensation Pagoda."

Hearing these three words, Mu Hantao immediately frowned, and tightly clenched the hem of his clothes with his fingers hidden under his sleeves.

After a while of silence, she asked: "What is it called Soul Condensation Pagoda? I have never heard of it."

She was deliberately pretending not to know.

Ning Qingmo saw what Mu Hantao was thinking, and gently slid his fingertips across the strings, and then said five words that shocked Mu Hantao: "What about 'Talking about Yita'? '"

"This..." Mu Hantao's expression became visibly flustered, "Where did you hear about it?" the woman asked coldly.

The soul-condensing tower stands in the center of the forbidden area, and few people have seen it with their own eyes.

And even if you have seen it, you will not recognize what it is... let alone know that its word is called "Tan Yi".

After all, before this, the soul-condensing tower only existed in legends and ancient books, and there has never been a real soul-condensing tower in this world.

Mu Hantao didn't know, the man standing opposite silently breathed a sigh of relief when he finished saying this.

In fact, just before saying that sentence, Ning Qingmo was not sure whether there was a Soul Condensation Tower here.

The reason why Ning Qingmo came to the forbidden area is because the remnant soul hidden in his pipa has suddenly become active recently...and will bring him all the way to the forbidden area of ​​Tianmian Palace.

This abnormal reaction reminded Ning Qingmo of the "Soul Concentrating Tower".

Back then, in order to revive Li Fuyue, he searched for secret places in the world, and once saw a record about "Tan Yi Pagoda". Just now Ning Qingmo just wanted to test Mu Hantao, but he did not expect to be tested by him.

Ning Qingmo clenched the neck of the pipa in her hand, looked into Mu Hantao's eyes and said, "Sorry, I can't tell you about this."

After a pause, Ning Qingmo continued: "But don't worry, Master Muxian. I went to the forbidden area just to take a look at it from a distance. Otherwise, if I can't see it, I can't help but be curious to hear it outside. I'm afraid it will be disadvantageous for your lord."

Mu Hantao, who was standing opposite him, had an ugly expression on his face: "Are you threatening me?"

Mu Hantao has known Ning Qingmo for many years.

Back then, he didn't like Ning Qingmo, a young man who looked like a swinger but was actually full of scheming.

I didn't expect Ning Qingmo to look a lot more serious now, but there is still no change in this overt and covert threat.

Ning Qingmo looked at Mu Hantao, only smiled and did not speak.

After being silent for a while, Mu Hantao finally nodded slowly. She gritted her teeth and said, "I also ask Immortal Ning Qingmo to keep his word."

"nature."

Mu Hantao reluctantly brought Ning Qingmo under Tan Yita.

Unlike the previous group of disciples who were suppressed by Tan Yita, Mu Hantao and Ning Qingmo didn't seem too uncomfortable.

However, Mu Hantao still seemed a little afraid of the tower, she stopped walking when she reached the open space, and just stood there, staring at Ning Qingmo silently.

She saw that the man in blue, with his pipa in his arms, walked to a place only ten feet away from the Soul Concentrating Tower.

After a while, Ning Qingmo unexpectedly fell to his knees slowly...

"What are you doing?" Mu Hantao whispered to himself.

Standing in the distance, Mu Hantao couldn't understand how excited Ning Qingmo was at this moment.

"Fuyue...is that you?" The man knelt down on the ground as if he lost his strength, tightly holding the pipa in his arms, and asked over and over again.

But a question no one can answer.

Just as Ning Qingmo knelt down on the ground, the remnant soul hidden in the pipa collided once again in the body of the pipa.

At this moment, a huge dark vortex suddenly rolled up around the huge black Soul Concentrating Tower, enveloping the entire open space.

"Why is the Nahun Array activated..." Mu Hantao who was standing not far away suddenly stepped back.

She was supposed to be standing here, staring at Ning Qingmo's every move, but after seeing the black vortex, she only said those few words, then suddenly turned around and walked out of the forbidden area.

As for Ning Qingmo, who was in the vortex, she felt that the huge black tower in front of her was trying to absorb the remnant soul in her pipa.

"Is it Qiu Wanyou, or Lin Chaochen?" She smiled and stood up slowly.

Ning Qingmo suddenly reached out and fiddled with the pipa, trying to resist the force of the Soul Condensation Tower.

"So you want to revive Fuyue too?"

No one in the forbidden area answered Ning Qingmo, only the strong wind howled in his ears.

Even though Ning Qingmo has Mahayana cultivation, he is still hard to beat Soul Condensation Pagoda.

It didn't take long for blood to flow from his fingers, winding into his sleeves.

But Ning Qingmo still didn't care.

"Hahahaha, so besides me, is there anyone else in this world who wants to revive Fuyue?" When Ning Qingmo said this, his eyes were already a little crazy.

Bearing the huge pressure of the Soul Condensation Tower, the man walked towards the Soul Condensation Tower with difficulty while guarding the remnant soul in the pipa.

His hand finally stuck to the tower wall: "Fuyue...Fuyue, is that you?"

The huge Soul Concentrating Tower remained silent.

As the distance gets closer, the remnant soul in the pipa wants to break through the body of the pipa and merge into the tower.

But Ning Qingmo was not worried at all.

On the contrary, the smile on his face got deeper and deeper.

——This is the first time in his thousand years that he has felt so clearly that Li Fuyue is still alive, still living in a certain place in this world.

Concentrating the soul is against the sky.

Since this tower can stand against the sky, its volume is naturally not something that Ning Qingmo can resist.

Before staying by the pagoda for a long time, Ning Qingmo's spirit became a little confused.

And while he was instinctively fighting against the Soul Condensation Pagoda, a memory that had been buried in Ning Qingmo's heart for many years became clear again.

*

Many years ago Ning Qingmo thought that the relationship between herself and Li Fuyue was mediocre.

As a Yinxiu with confidantes all over the world, Shaoli Fuyue is a friend, it's no big deal.

Furthermore, Ning Qingmo never denied that from the moment he met Li Fuyue, he had the intention of taking advantage of him.

But fate made people, at the moment when he betrayed Li Fuyue, he would not have thought that the real story of the two of us had just come to the beginning.

Li Fuyue was seriously injured after conquering Chenghuang, and defected to Ning Qingmo.

After staying in Ning Qingmo's residence for half a month, his injury healed a bit, and he left the city with a note.

Li Fuyue didn't know that from the moment she left Ning Qingmo's house, there was someone following behind her.

——If it is normal, Li Fenglan will definitely find these people who have been following her. But at that time, he was seriously injured and hadn't recovered from the beginning to the end.

After only a few miles out of the city, the cultivator of Xuanqingmen finally appeared in a place where no one was there.

At that time Li Fenglan was in the canyon between two mountains, and there were several monks facing him.

Seeing Li Fenglan appear, everyone was ready to fight.

"Woooo..." After all, Chenghuang was still young. After seeing the group of people in front and feeling their killing intent, it jumped into Li Fenglan's arms in panic.

"It's okay." Li Fenglan patted Chenghuang lightly, and supported its body with his left hand, "Don't be afraid."

"Woo~"

Even though Li Fenglan hasn't done anything yet, whoever called him notorious. Seeing him patting Cheng Huang, those monks thought they were going to release ferocious beasts to hurt people.

Without giving Li Fenglan any chance to explain, the formation that had been arranged earlier started to operate like this.

The Xuanqing Sect where Ning Qingmo used to be, has a lot of sound repairs.

The formation in front of me is a music formation.

The moment the band was running, Li Fenglan saw a person in the crowd.

The raging wind in the valley picked up the man's light blue gauze jacket, and with a pipa in his arms, he appeared in front of Li Fuyue.

"Ning Qingmo." The moment Li Fenglan saw the man, she even forgot to use her spiritual power to fight against the formation.

Ning Qingmo was playing the piano with her eyes closed, and heard Li Fuyue's voice, but she still didn't open her eyes.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" Cheng Huang has sensed something wrong with this formation.

And Li Fuyue stretched out his hand, and patted Cheng Huang's back lightly like comforting a child.

The band had already started, but Li Fuyue still had no intention of resisting it.

——At this moment, I suddenly felt that everything about this incident was extremely boring.

Staring at the front, he called the man again: "Ning Qingmo, you were on that side from the beginning, right?"

Ning Qingmo didn't speak, but the other monks of Xuanqing Sect agreed for him.

"Li Fuyue, you are insane. You released three hundred and four ferocious beasts in Jiangsi Valley back then! Now you are still mixed with ancient ferocious beasts!"

Hearing someone calling his name, Cheng Huang suddenly turned around and gritted his teeth towards the opposite side.

It was at this time that Ning Qingmo said: "Fuyue, if you stop now, there is still room for redemption."

"A room for redemption?" Li Fuyue was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed.

Maybe Ning Qingmo would believe what he said a day ago.

But now, looking at the man standing opposite, he couldn't believe a word.

"Recover, how to recover?" Li Fuyue asked softly.

At this moment, the music was booming, and the originally invisible voice turned into a blade, slashing towards Li Fuyue.

The jade crown that bound her hair fell to the ground, and Li Fuyue's black hair just fell down.

The most powerful point of the music array is to create illusions and disturb people's minds.

Li Fuyue had a history of becoming obsessed, and this formation was simply tailor-made.

I know that this formation is to trap myself to death, leaving no room for it.

Li Fuyue's words just now were not loud, but at this time Ning Qingmo, who was supposed to stick to her heart and stabilize the formation, subconsciously opened her eyes.

He saw Li Fuyue's three thousand black silk and a white dress dancing in the wind at the same time.

His face was pale, and the red mark on his forehead was the only bright spot on his body.

Li Fuyue looked across the crowd, facing Ning Qingmo.

And Ning Qingmo's Dao heart was "disordered" for a while, and he even forgot to run the spell of shielding the band.

Just waiting for the next moment, the two fell into the illusion created by the band together.

...

The illusion of Xuanqingmen can make the entrants temporarily lose part of their memories in real life, and even forget their own identities, fall into a sweet dream, and finally sleep in the dream forever.

When Li Fuyue opened her eyes again, she was back to the year when she was six years old.

Of course, it was only the six years old he imagined.

At this time, she was wearing brocade clothes and sitting by the window of a teahouse.

"My son, my son, don't be in a daze."

"Huh?" Li Fuyue was stunned for a moment, then turned to face her.

The boy next to him looked.

That boy, the servant next to Li Fuyue smiled and asked: "What were you thinking just now? I thought you were asleep."

Li Fuyue smiled and yawned: "It's nothing, it just feels like I had a dream, and it was a bad dream..."

The young man didn't care, he poured a cup of tea for Li Fuyue and said, "Young Master, drink tea, sober up. Young Master Ning will be here soon."

"Master Ning?" Li Fuyue was taken aback for a moment, feeling that this word was a little strange.

"That's right, young master, you forgot, it's the great talent in the capital! It's hard to come to our Xihou City." The young man reminded.

"Oh..." Li Fuyue thought for a while, "I remembered."

Mr. Ning from the middle of the capital seems to want to meet him when he comes to the teahouse this time.

——As a person accidentally drawn into the illusion, Li Fuyue subconsciously arranged a new identity for Ning Qingmo.

And this day was the first time the two met.