MTL - The Whole Cultivation World Wants To Revive The Venerable-Chapter 29

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

And because of this, he almost lost his 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. People like Li Fenglan's living habits are no different from ordinary people, in Tianmian Palace, they are completely a minority among the minority.

In his own residence before, there was only an ordinary wooden bed.

But this time, when Li Fenglan woke up, she found herself lying in the soft blanket. The bedding is 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 snored while he was sleeping soundly.

"Woo~" Cheng Huang slept really soundly this time, he didn't open his eyes when he heard Li Fenglan's voice, he just rubbed against Li Fenglan's body in a daze. 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 visitor was wearing a black silk robe, his long hair tied loosely behind his head with only a ribbon, and he looked extraordinarily leisurely.

Seeing that Li Fenglan woke up, he didn't seem surprised, but smiled at the half-sat 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 bedside.

After hearing what the other party said, Li Fenglan also subconsciously did what he 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, and you have been in a coma for more than twenty 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 like Li Fenglan's former master Qiu Wanyou, when he was in the snowy Meizhou, he only threw a few futons in the apse of Xianyun Palace.

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

It turns out that Ling Buyan also 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 he is not wearing a veiled hat now, he still habitually writes what he thinks in his heart on his face without concealing it.

He didn't know that his expression at this time was really exciting.

"What are you thinking?" Ling asked curiously.

Li Fenglan didn't realize that he had instinctively trusted Ling Buti.

In addition, Li Fenglan woke up from a coma just now, and her mind was not sober yet. When asked by Ling, he actually said what he had just thought: "I was thinking, so you can sleep too. ..."

Li Fenglan spoke halfway, and finally reacted.

He quickly swallowed the rest of the sentence.

Ahhh, what on earth are you talking about? It's so embarrassing!

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

"It seems that Feng Lan has a lot of misunderstandings about me." He half-jokingly sat down on the empty chair next to the bed, "You don't think I meditate all day long, do you?"

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

"Practice hard all day, just like a ring-holding immortal?" Ling Buyi lightly put his finger on Li Fenglan's wrist, checked the recovery of his spiritual vein like a mortal pulse, and said so casually.

- Chi Jie is the oldest immortal in the sect, he is 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 he hadn't seen any signs of breakthrough for many years, and it seemed that he was hopeless for ascension, Immortal Venerable Chi Jie was still considered one of the most famous 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 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, he has never been as relaxed as this moment.

Five years ago, he thought that he 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.

And at some point, Ling Buyan also slowly lowered his fingers.

He looked at Li Fenglan with an extremely gentle gaze.

"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. He lay on the hospital bed and shook his head gently.

"Yeah... the rules are 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, his world only had Qiu Wanyou and Xiuzhen.

In the following days, Li Fenglan's life also had no disturbances. His talent is too high, his journey of cultivation is too smooth, and even his temperament 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.

Beside him, 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 he has never taken the initiative to do anything, but passively waited for the arrangement of others and fate.

Even rebirth is the same.

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 the medicine bowl over 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 about what I want to 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 would be 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 was hard for him to live his whole life again. Could it be that he just wanted 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: "What does Master want to do in this life?"

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, and he paused for a while and said, "Now I think, why do people have to do something in their entire lives? You are lying in bed at the moment, and you are grabbing a pillow with Huang, isn't that the meaning? "

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

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

And the next moment, Li Fenglan got an answer that he didn't expect.

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.

He stood up with the medicine bowl in his hand, and he didn't 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 guest.

The identity of the visitor was a bit special. Immortal Chizhen Zun Mu Hantao, who had not retreated for the time being, went to meet 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.

He knew that Mu Hantao was a person who didn't like to show off, so he paused and said directly: "To be honest, I'm 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 moment of silence, she asked, "What is the Soul Concentrating Pagoda? I have never heard of it."

She was deliberately pretending not to know.

Ning Qingmo saw what Mu Hantao was thinking, his fingertips slid 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 they had seen it before, they wouldn't recognize what it was... let alone know that its name was '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 was because the remnant soul hidden in his pipa suddenly became active recently... and brought 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 resurrect Li Fuyue, he searched all over the world for secret places, and he 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 **** 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, he just smiled and didn't 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 is he 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, he held the pipa in his arms tightly, and asked over and over again.

But no one could answer his question.

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. After seeing the black vortex, she only said those few words, and then suddenly turned around and left the forbidden area.

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

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

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

"So you want to revive Fuyue too?"

No one in the forbidden area answered Ning Qingmo, only the howling wind could be heard 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 sleeve.

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 the 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, the power in it is naturally not something that Ning Qingmo can resist.

Before staying by the tower for long, Ning Qingmo's spirit also 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, and 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 them had just come to the beginning.

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

He stayed in Ning Qingmo's residence for half a month, he recovered from his injury, left a note and left the city.

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

——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 the two mountains, facing him were dozens of monks.

Seeing Li Fenglan appear, everyone was ready to fight.

"Woooo..." Chenghuang was still young after all, seeing the group of people in front and feeling the killing intent from them, 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 hadn't done anything yet, he was notorious. Seeing his action of patting Cheng Huang, those monks thought he was going to let a fierce beast out 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 lifted the man's light blue gauze jacket, and he appeared in front of Li Fuyue with his pipa in his arms.

"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 his eyes closed. He heard Li Fuyue's voice, but he still didn't open his 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, he suddenly felt that everything about this incident was extremely boring.

He stared at the front, and called the man's name 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 340 ferocious beasts in Jiangsi Valley back then! Now you are still mixing with ancient ferocious beasts!"

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

It was also at this time that Ning Qingmo also spoke: "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 he would believe what Ning Qingmo said to him 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 also 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, so this formation was tailor-made for him.

He knew that this formation was to trap himself 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 color on his whole body.

Li Fuyue looked across the crowd, facing Ning Qingmo.

But Ning Qingmo's Dao heart was in a mess, and he even forgot to run the spell of shielding the music array.

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 went back to the year when he was sixteen years old.

Of course, he was only sixteen years old in his imagination.

At this time, he 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 look at the young man beside her.

That young man, that is, 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 and said: "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: "The young master is drinking tea, sober and sober. After a while, Mr. Ning will be here."

"Master Ning?" Li Fuyue was taken aback, he always felt that this name 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 someone who was 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.