The Whole Cultivation World Wants To Revive The Venerable

After finishing the sentence just now, the man caressed Li Fenglan's long hair with great interest.

But Li Fenglan took two steps back subconsciously and said: "Uncle Master has not been in the sect, of course he doesn't know."

Mo Sengyu has been wandering in the world, and he doesn't know himself as a nephew at all.

"That's right." The man smiled and took his hand back, and nodded in approval. He sat down at the table and poured himself a cup of tea in a very unobtrusive manner.

Li Fenglan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't know what Mo Shenyu saw just now, or if he had other purposes.

In other words, Li Fenglan never understood Mo Shenyu.

The man in front of him played games in the world and never played his cards according to the routine. Whenever facing him, Li Fenglan always felt like a prey being played by a big cat.

Obviously, in his previous life, when he was chased and killed by the masters of the cultivation world, he didn't feel this way...

Mo Sengyu despised Miguang Mountain for being boring, so he stood up after drinking that cup of tea, and it seemed that he was going to find fun elsewhere.

And just when Li Fenglan sent the man in purple to the door, Mo Heyu suddenly turned around and winked at him and said with a smile: "I remember that Fenglan was seriously injured once, and since then she has stopped building foundations and can't do anything about cultivation. Diligent."

Li Fenglan nodded, he didn't understand why Mo Shenyu suddenly brought up this matter.

"So the nephew might as well let go of his obsession and go to the world to be at ease."

——It turned out that Mo Shenyu thought that Li Fenglan was unwilling to be reconciled after being injured, so she worked hard and practiced hard, and her swordsmanship was outstanding?

But having said that, only Mo Shenyu can persuade people not to practice in Tianmian Palace.

Even Li Fenglan, who considers herself a salty fish, is willing to bow down in terms of mentality.

After saying that, Mo Heyu turned around and left.

Looking at his back gradually going away, Li Fenglan couldn't help but think that as a teacher, eight out of ten sentences of her were joking, but the sentence of persuading him not to cultivate hard was definitely sincere.

After all, Mo Sengyu himself was practicing it.

It's just that it is said in "Taoist of Sleeping in Heaven" that although Mo Sengyu is unwilling to cultivate hard, he has outstanding talent and his cultivation level is even more unpredictable.

People like him urging others to let go of their obsessions sounded a little bit harsh.

Li Fenglan was cautious in doing things, until she watched Mo Sengyu Yujian leave Miguang Mountain and saw his figure completely disappear into the sea of ​​clouds, then turned back to the house.

After closing the door tightly, Li Fenglan took out the universe bag left by the original master.

There are a lot of spiritual stones in this bag, Li Fenglan's spiritual roots are completely useless, and he cannot support the operation of a formation with his own strength. Thanks to the Qiankun bag, he was able to deploy the formation smoothly.

Speaking of which, the master of the original owner started retreating before Li Fenglan was reborn. Five years is too short for a monk, and Li Fenglan doesn't know when his master will come out.

In the original owner's memory, although his master adopted a semi-stocking model for his apprentices, he was always generous.

Especially after the original owner was injured, the master gave a lot of self-defense spiritual treasures.

So while taking out the contents of the Qiankun bag, it was rare for Li Fenglan to sincerely say thank you to his retreating master in his heart.

The next moment Li Fenglan frowned and cut her finger with the spirit sword she just took out.

The man slowly closed his eyes and chanted the mantra, blood dripping onto the ground drop by drop.

The dark red runes magically formed by spiritual power covered the ground in an instant.

Looking out of the window, Miguang Mountain suddenly flashed a red light, which gradually disappeared after a long time.

The small building returned to its usual appearance.

The man standing in the middle of the room slowly opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

The formation cloth is finally ready.

Cheng Du'an's cultivation was stolen from Li Fuyue, he would not cherish it, let alone study any array technique.

This formation is not complicated, but Li Fenglan believes that it is more than enough to deal with Cheng Du'an's clone puppet.

It was night, and the small building on the hillside of Miguang Mountain seemed to have fallen asleep along with the dense forest.

No one saw that a dark red sword light suddenly crossed the night sky and disappeared into the forest.

Lying on the bed, Li Fenglan gently closed her eyes, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

At this moment, a dark red figure suddenly appeared in this small building.

Cheng Duan was a puppet, and he came here just as Li Fenglan guessed.

Unlike in the daytime, the man standing in the small building had sharp eyebrows, full of killing intent.

He paused for a moment, and without hesitation for a second, he conjured a dagger from his hand and walked towards the bed.

Li Fenglan was unusually stable when she was sleeping, with his hands resting lightly on the quilt. A ray of moonlight happened to come in from outside the window. From a distance, these white and graceful hands seemed to be formed by the condensed moonlight.

Seeing this, the man in red couldn't help but pause.

He planned to directly cut Li Fenglan's wrist with the dagger, and draw the opponent's blood into his body.

But after seeing those hands, the man in red couldn't help but look upwards.

Li Fenglan had a hideous dark purple scar on his face, so he wore a veiled hat during the day. Now that there was no veil to cover him, the man in red could finally see his face clearly.

Pale and fragile.

These two words rushed into the mind of the man in red in an instant.

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The facial features are extremely delicate, and they are so beautiful under the moonlight that they are somewhat illusory. And the dark purple scar on his face was also set off to make him look particularly ferocious.

The man in red froze here on the spot. Apart from the extreme collision of beauty and ugliness, he actually saw a bit of that man's shadow on Li Fenglan's body.

"Li Fuyue..." As his avatar, he naturally has memories of the past.

In fact, the original owner has no blood relationship with Li Fuyue in the previous life. The reason why Li Fenglan's face is similar to his in the previous life is only because his spirit is too powerful, which gradually affects his appearance.

Seeing this face which was somewhat similar to Li Fuyue's, the man in red standing by the bed finally remembered today's business.

——He wants to exchange blood with Li Fenglan.

No matter how much the person in front of him looks like Li Fuyue, he is not him.

He even does not allow people similar to Li Fuyue to exist in this world.

Cheng Du'an walked to the side of the bed expressionlessly, then leaned over and cut Li Fenglan's wrist without hesitation.

Hiss...it hurts.

Li Fenglan couldn't help but secretly scolded Cheng Duan in her heart, and made a note of the thief.

Drops of blood rolled down from Li Fenglan's wrist.

Li Fenglan's wrist was slender and pale, so the bright red blood beads were particularly conspicuous.

Cheng Duan was stunned for a moment.

Just when he took a deep breath and was about to cut his wrist, with a "tick", another drop of blood hit the ground.

At the next moment, dense dark red lines suddenly appeared on the black ground, which looked extremely strange.

"What is this!" Cheng Duan couldn't help but widen his eyes, wanting to step back.

However, before he could move, the dark red lines on the ground had already "sprouted", locking Cheng Duan's body here like vines.

At this time, Li Fenglan who was lying on the bed finally opened her eyes slowly, and got up and sat on the side of the bed.

Cheng Duan was imprisoned in place by the red spiritual power, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and asked Li Fenglan with a slightly trembling voice: "Who the hell are you?"

The man sitting by the bed was dressed in white, and his clothes and his entire face were already glowing red.

Li Fenglan's delicate facial features became more and more brilliant. Even the originally hideous scars have turned into decorations at this moment.

He didn't answer Cheng Duan's question, coughed twice, leaned against the lattice beside the bed and said, "You are not Cheng Duan's real body."

Before Li Fenglan finished speaking, the man opposite stabbed him with a dagger.

However, the weird vines growing from the ground had already spread to the man's chest, and before the dagger touched Li Fenglan, his upper body could no longer move.

Not only that, the zhenqi in Cheng Duan's body went retrograde again, and his chest hurt like a fire.

Li Fenglan stood up slowly, and effortlessly drew the dagger from the man in red.

"Cheng Xianjun, what do you, a distinguished guest, come to Miguang Mountain in the middle of the night?" Li Fenglan asked with a smile while playing with the dagger.

Of course, the man in red would not answer Li Fenglan's question. The existence of the formation that traps him has already clearly told him: Li Fenglan knows her plan.

Or... everything in front of him is simply a trap set up by Li Fenglan.

"Who the hell are you?!" Cheng Duan asked again with an extremely frightened expression.

The man could feel that the spiritual power in his body was actually being lost bit by bit...it seemed to be sucked away by...this weird formation.

The retrograde of true qi became more and more violent, and the drop of blood on the chest of the man in red seemed to be boiling.

At this moment, the dagger in Li Fenglan's hand finally landed slowly on the man's chest.

He raised his head, smiled and said, "Me? I'm just the master of your heart and soul..."

The hands and feet of the man in red became extremely cold in an instant, and even breathing became difficult.

He looked at the opposite person incredulously, and with a broken breath in his throat, he finally said the name after a long while: "Li, Li Fuyue..."

At the same time, in the shadow hall of Ming Xinzong.

The man in the red pendant jade brocade robe spat out a mouthful of blood. He who was meditating suddenly opened his eyes.

The man's brows and eyes were raised slightly, and his lips were still stained with blood, making him look bright and seductive.

The stone bell in the hall rang quickly, and Cheng Duan knew at a glance that something had happened to his avatar.

But the man didn't have time to think about what happened to the avatar.

Because of his influence, the zhenqi of Cheng Duan's body also began to collide indiscriminately in his body.

It felt like a stabbing knife, and it was extremely painful, but in addition to the pain, Cheng Duan actually slowly pressed his hand on his chest, and then laughed.

Pain and happiness intertwined on his face, which looked very strange.

Cheng Duan was afraid of the retrograde qi, and he was even more afraid that his heart would be broken if he couldn't bear the retrograde qi.

And the reason why he laughed was because it was also only at this moment that Cheng Duan could clearly realize that Li Fuyue's Dao Heart was still "living" in his body.

...

Cheng Du'an is the youngest child of the suzerain of Mingxin Sect. He has never concealed that he is an ambitious person who will do anything to achieve his goals.

But it's a pity that Cheng Du Ankong has ambitions.

His spiritual roots are too

To be mediocre, even if he ate pills as food, Cheng Duan's cultivation still stagnated completely after giving birth.

Cheng Du'an always thought that it would be fine if he was born in an ordinary family, had no contact with cultivation, or was not the son of the Mingxin sect's suzerain.

In this way, he will never have a chance to see the Dao in his life, let alone know the vastness of the world.

But Cheng Duan knew it.

He thought that his sense of powerlessness and despair was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Until that day, a secret realm opened.

Legend has it that there is an ancient sacred tree growing in the secret realm, as long as you eat the spiritual fruit on the tree, you can cleanse your tendons and cut your marrow, and become a heavenly root.

Of course Cheng Duan would not miss this opportunity.

This secret place is very dangerous, Cheng Duan went there with disciples of Ming Xinzong.

Those disciples have higher cultivation bases than him, so it is better to say that they entered the secret realm together to protect him than to explore the secret realm together.

It's a pity that even so, before arriving at the location of the legendary ancient sacred tree, the rest of the team still died on the way.

Thousands of years have passed, and Cheng Duan still cannot forget the scene of that day.

He stood in front of a huge black mountain with a long sword in his hand, and after a few seconds he began to retreat quickly.

At this moment, the mountain moved unexpectedly. It was only at this time that the people in front of the "mountain" could see clearly that it was not a mountain, but a fierce beast lying on the ground!

When the beast saw Cheng Duan, its golden pupils flickered twice, then opened its bloody mouth and quickly came towards where Cheng Duan was.

This is a fairy-level ferocious beast, whose power is almost equal to that of a human monk who has passed through the tribulation period.

There is no doubt that Cheng Duan will die.

Even though he knew he couldn't avoid it, the man still gritted his teeth and wanted Yu Jian to escape from here.

After seeing his movements, the fierce beast only slapped it lightly with its tail, and Cheng Duan fell from the sky.

Lying on the ground, he could feel the entire continent trembling due to the movement of the beast.

Cheng Duan is not a person who accepts his fate easily, but at this moment he couldn't help but close his eyes.

However, while closing his eyes, he heard a deafening roar.

The next moment the ground shook.

When the man opened his eyes, he saw that the huge black beast staggered back, and finally fell straight to the ground.

"This is..." Cheng Duan had never seen such a scene before.

It took a few seconds until the smoke and dust cleared before he could see clearly that someone had pierced the throat of the beast with a sword.

Even Cheng Duan had never seen such a powerful force.

Li Fuyue, who was dressed in white clothes better than the snow, just wiped off the blood on the long sword, and walked slowly towards Cheng Du'an.

And it was at this moment that Cheng Duan fell in love with the person in front of him.

—Yes, love.

Cheng Duan has always known that he loves Li Fuyue.

Just as he was equally aware that while he was in love, he was also deeply jealous of Li Fuyue.

That time Li Fuyue not only healed him, but even after knowing Cheng Duan's purpose, she took him to find the ancient sacred tree without taking the trouble.

It's a pity that after they arrived, the two discovered that the tree had been dead for thousands of years.

In the end, although they didn't find the spiritual fruit, Li Fuyue still sent Cheng Duan safely out of the secret realm all the way.

It was also on this journey that Cheng Du'an realized that Li Fuyue, who is well-known in the cultivation world, has a cold face and a warm heart, and is not as far away as the rumors say.

The more Li Fuyue was like this, the more intense the strange fire in Cheng Duan's heart burned.

Ming Xinzong's disciples are afraid of him and avoid him, and no one will be friends with him.

Only Li Fuyue was different.

——When a person is far away from you, you will never be jealous of him. But when he breaks into your life suddenly, it will give you an illusion that you are within reach.

Cheng Duan is like this.

He felt that he seemed to be able to pick off the bright moon in the sky.

The closer Li Fuyue was to him, the more jealous he became.

The seeds of love and jealousy germinate together, intertwine and take root and grow up, inseparable.

...

"Li Fuyue, Li Fuyue..." Cheng Duan's heart has never felt so painful.

He fell slowly to the ground with a sickly smile on his face.

He put his hand on his heart, feeling the trembling of his heart.

The man knew that his avatar going to Tianmian Palace must have had an accident, but he has no time to take care of it now.

Cheng Duan's hair was loose, and he was lying on the ground laughing and calling that name softly.

So what? But I did get what I wanted.

I have gained strength and we are one... Li Fuyue.

In the small building on Miguang Mountain in Tianshui Palace, Li Fenglan only gave the man in red a cold look, and the next moment he stabbed the dagger into Cheng Duan's flesh with a blank expression.

At this moment, a drop of blood broke through the man's chest and slowly fell into Li Fenglan's palm.

This is what he has in mind.

The man in red was motionless for an instant, frozen here as if his spirit had been lost.

Seeing that the thing he wanted was already in his hands, Li Fenglan slowly clenched his heart, and the next moment, the thing disappeared from his palm and returned to the owner's body.

The originally broken spiritual roots have grown

A red mark suddenly appeared on Li Fenglan's forehead.

But only for a moment, the red mark disappeared again.

The formation in the room continued to operate, and the red light won a big victory.

A dazzling light flashed, the red "vines" disappeared little by little, and Cheng Duan, who had lost his support, slowly fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Li Fenglan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then couldn't help coughing lightly. He didn't have a liking for Cheng Du'an, the person who avenged his kindness and stole his Taoist heart.

The formation just now disturbed the true energy in the man in red.

If an outsider were to come to see him, he was seriously injured and died because of the sudden retrograde qi in his body, and uncontrollable bleeding from his heart broke out of his body.

The method of death has been planned, what Li Fenglan has to do now is to deal with the knife wound on his chest, and then throw the corpse in front of him to another place overnight, completely disregarding his relationship with this matter.

After all, as long as they see this corpse, people should be able to see that the man in red in front of them is just a clone puppet, and where exactly his cultivation was stolen...

At that time, the comprehension world will definitely be "chaotic" because of this incident, and Li Fenglan doesn't want to be involved.

It's a pity that Li Fenglan accidentally forgot one thing when doing it:

His current body is not generally bad.

The formation just now consumed a lot of his mind, and Li Fenglan has not fully absorbed that drop of effort.

So just when he was about to dispose of the corpse, Li Fenglan's forehead suddenly felt a stabbing pain.

He took two steps back involuntarily, then fell heavily on the bed and fell unconscious.

Ruined……

Li Fenglan's last thought before she fell into a "coma" was: there is a corpse lying in the middle of my room, and the knife wound on the corpse has not been treated in time.