"Feng Qing's" mood was a little complicated. The time it took for him to wake up was slowly getting longer, and the memories in his mind were passing by frame by frame.
He looked at his other self smiling stupidly, but very happily, and his emotions even reached him.
Daily cleaning is boring and boring, but his life is peaceful and calm.
The flowers on the mountain are blooming and falling, the clear water is flowing, and the small courtyard is always filled with the fragrance of fruity wine. The so-called master always smiles gently, and his snow-white sleeves are dyed with fireworks every day, all for the sake of making something for his other self. Rice, spiritual beast meat and spiritual fruits are all transformed into delicious food.
Hold all the treasures in front of the other self, whether it is the mental method of cultivation or the rare elixir and magic weapon, he will take it out without hesitation.
Even if he makes only a little progress in practice, the other party will praise him with a doting look on his face.
No matter what he asks for, what he wants will be right in front of him.
When he gets hurt a little bit, all he gets is gentleness and coaxing.
Like a child, being caressed and cared for in the palm of his hand, he can be carefree.
"Feng Qing" can clearly feel that his other self has become dependent on this master. They share feelings, and this strange feeling has naturally merged into his own heart.
"Feng Qing" couldn't explain how he felt. Seeing the two people getting along, he always sneered and ridiculed. What kind of emotions do gods need? But gradually, as time went by, he looked at all this coldly, and he felt inexplicable. The emotions are fermenting.
He began to become more and more irritated, and felt that the contact between the two of them was becoming more and more dazzling.
Why can a ray of soul be able to laugh openly and wantonly, but he can only sleep? This is obviously his body.
That fool only had admiration and respect for Luo Ning, but he was different. He just wanted to keep people in his arms and bully him.
Luo Ning had a silly temper, but he liked him. Now he has changed his mind. He likes the good things Luo Ning has given him.
All love and affection should belong to him.
The possessiveness of the Dragon Clan has always been overbearing and strong. "Feng Qing" has never set his sights on anyone, but now that Luo Ning has caught his eye, he must enter the territory and hide it tightly in his arms, so that no one can covet it.
"Feng Qing" stroked Luo Ning's cheek with his fingers, his scarlet eyes were full of possessiveness. He would definitely wake up as soon as possible. If the wisp of soul couldn't be removed, it would have to be fused.
......
Feng Qing's strength is obvious to all. When others still need to form a team to hunt monsters, Feng Qing can complete the task independently.
Whether it was the clothes or the sword, they were all enviable and deeply pricked Chu Xiuran's eyes.
He considers himself to be the number one among the younger generation. He was born with good conditions and good luck. Not only does he have the wood spiritual root, he also has a father who is a law enforcement elder as his backer.
But now his threat has appeared. Just because Feng Qing became the disciple of Venerable Tan Yue, he has caught up with him. All the resources are enjoyed by Feng Qing alone. Compared with Venerable Tan Yue, his opportunities are like nothing.
He had a vague intuition that everything should belong to him, and Feng Qing was the stumbling block.
If he continues to allow Feng Qing to exist, how will others see his light?
He didn't dare to poison the Cangyu Sect, but there were other ways.
"Uncle Fengshi, please stay." Chu Xiuran had a gentle smile on his face and looked approachable.
Feng Qing felt that the smile was like a mask, but Chu Xiuran had never done anything to him. He had always treated him with courtesy. It was inappropriate for him to speculate like this. When he heard Chu Xiuran calling softly, he paused his pace.
Chu Xiuran said: "I think you always work alone when you take on tasks, why don't we all come together this time?"
"If you count carefully, we are all from the same sect, but we don't have many opportunities to get along with our uncle. The brothers all want to get closer to our uncle."
"Uncle Master likes picking red phosphorus fruits so much. This mission is in Ming Canyon, where there are many red phosphorus fruits."
Feng Qing hesitated for a while and agreed. He was a member of the Cangyu Sect. Even though he didn't want to make too many friends, he still needed to have at least some communication.
Every mission is equivalent to an experience, full of challenges. Only by going outside to practice can he master the skills he learns every day.
There are continuous peaks near Ming Canyon, and a deep ravine separates the peaks that enter the clouds. The traces are deep and bottomless, like a ferocious beast with fangs.
Because the gathering of spiritual grass is a good material for alchemy, many monks came to collect it, and too many people came to visit, so they were sure that there were no powerful monsters.
For monks who know how to wield a sword, the place is not far away. There are five disciples in total this time.
The goal is to collect a heavenly spirit grass. This kind of spirit grass is rich in spiritual power and has always been rare. There are usually monsters squatting nearby.
Several people worked together to lure away the monsters and harvested them smoothly.
Before returning to the sect, Feng Qing went to pick some red phosphorus fruits. This kind of fruit is particularly sweet and delicious. There are two or three of them on each tree. Both he and his master like to eat them as snacks. The red phosphorus fruits in the sect were relatively few, so he planned to stay and pick more.
Looking at Feng Qing's retreating back, Chu Xiuran's eyes darkened slightly, a smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
There is no way to take action within the sect, but if something happens to Feng Qing outside, no one can find him.
After all, there are so many dangers out there, and it would be bad luck for Feng Qing to die.
Even Venerable Tan Yue cannot vent his anger on others.
He had a strong premonition that Feng Qing could never stay, and his premonition had been accurate since he was a child.
Chu Xiuran smiled and avoided his fellow apprentices, and quickly came back as if nothing had happened. In just a short while, he released the two puppets.
The treasures he found in a secret realm of the two puppets have always been hidden. No one knows that the puppets have golden elixir cultivation. As long as he injects a little thought, they can obey his orders and act.
Let the puppet take action, and no one will be aware that he will surely die in an instant.
......
Feng Qing put the red phosphorus fruit into the storage ring and noticed a strong wind coming from behind him. He quickly dodged it and used his sword to resist the opponent's attack.
He saw two ordinary men in black striking him with palms. They were two identical and unfamiliar faces. Their facial features were slightly stiff, their eyes were calm, but the palm blows were extremely sharp.
Feng Qing's magic weapon is a high-grade sharp sword, which can deal with the moves of the man in black.
He didn't understand why these two people attacked him for no reason, but he knew they wanted to kill him.
The cold light of the sword flashed, Feng Qing's strength was not low, but one level difference between monks was a world of difference. The two men in black both had golden elixir cultivation, and they attacked together, and Feng Qing was at a slight disadvantage.
He didn't think about continuing the fight, so he directly threw the high-grade talismans out of the space. A stack of talismans erupted with blazing fire and exploded with a bang. How could ordinary people dare to use it like this? The high-grade talismans were sold for sky-high prices...
But there are a lot of things in Feng Qing's space, and Master has always been willing to give him things to protect him.
Feng Qing's talismans were all thrown out, and the explosion would kill the two men in black. In one leap, he was far away from the fire that filled the sky.
The two puppets were burned to nothing, and the contract with Chu Xiuran was broken. Chu Xiuran was shocked by the backlash, and a mouthful of blood suddenly overflowed from his throat.
The smell of blood filled his mouth, Chu Xiuran's face turned ugly, he clenched his fists, and even though he was still alive, he actually killed two of his puppets.
Chu Xiuran was secretly resentful and felt a dull pain in his heart. He wished he could strip Feng Qing to his bones. It was not easy for him to get those two puppets, so they were destroyed like this.
Feng Qing fell into a remote canyon. When he landed, he always felt like he was squeezed into some invisible barrier.
He looked around. He was standing on a stone platform, and there was a cave not far away. Something was glowing slightly inside, and rich spiritual energy was overflowing.
Feng Qing hesitated for a while, then curiously walked in to take a look. There were lotus flowers growing on the stone wall, which were white and crystal clear, with wisps of fragrance floating around.
Looking at the growth period of at least five hundred years, the alchemy elders in the sect have only collected a few ice lotuses of this quality. This cave is full of ice lotuses. So many monks have been here and haven't noticed it yet?
Is the cave too remote, or is it just the entrance to the cave?
Feng Qing's footsteps echoed slightly in the cave. There was also the sound of gurgling water in the cave. Further inside, there was a deep pool of water. It was so dark that the color could not be seen clearly. The water surface was very calm, with a coquettish red Lotus flower blooming on it, with a red bead in the middle, exuding a glittering halo, very beautiful.
Feng Qing sensed something was wrong and hurriedly backed away, showing no interest in the grain at all. In a place like this where a treasure exists, the more precious the treasure is, the more powerful the monsters guarding it are.
But before he jumped out of the hole, thick withered vines blocked his way and wrapped around his arms.
There was a sudden movement in the calm pool water behind him. The noisy water flow fell and a splash of water made a violent sound in the pool. The ferocious beast suddenly sprang out, and its cold eyes were fixed on Feng Qing.
It has silver-white scales, vertical pupils, two small bumps on its bald head, and a huge body that looks like a dragon.
The dragon has a ferocious and arrogant temperament. It has stayed at the bottom of the lake for countless years. Recently, he woke up and saw the prey that ran into its territory. It had an annoyed look in its eyes, and it was just right for it to eat.
The bright red snake tongue poked out, its silver-white tail swayed, slapped the water, and threw it towards Feng Qing with a huge force.
The stones in the cave were shattered into powder, and the tail was too huge, and Feng Qing barely dodged it.
He realized that he could not defeat this dragon, so he sent a distress signal to his master with the jade communication talisman. He took out the self-defense treasure in the storage ring and protected the bead that could withstand the monks in the Dongxu stage in front of him, forming a line of defense. The hard shield enveloped his entire body, blocking another attack from the dragon.
Feng Qing observed the situation. There were vines blocking him behind him, and the dragon rushed towards him quickly. He had no way to escape, so he could only grit his teeth and fight back.
The barrier above quickly cracked, and he stabbed the vine's body with his sword. It did not hurt the root, but instead angered the vine.
Waves of roars echoed through the cave.
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If the vine was just a malicious tease just now, after synaesthesia came through the body, it just wanted to bite the provocative prey to death.
The shield was shattered with a fierce blow. Its scales were so hard that no top-level magic weapon could harm it. When the sword in Feng Qing's hand stabbed straight at it, thousands of scales swept away like blades. Before Feng Qing could react, the tail quickly threw Feng Qing out like lightning.
Feng Qing's chest received a heavy blow, and his body flew against the stone wall with a dull thud. The smell of blood filled his lips and teeth, and he fell to the ground with a muffled grunt.
Staring at the tail that continued to press forward, the shadow fell, and he only had time to dodge in panic, throwing out a bunch of talismans, and a force as heavy as a thousand pounds fell on him again.
Feng Qing slowly stood up, and just as he was about to pick up the sword again, his pupils turned an extreme red, gradually occupying the entire pupil, becoming evil and dangerous, his cold eyes without any warmth.
A trace of dragon breath filled the cave, surrounded by dragon roars.
"Feng Qing" is formed on the fingertips, a complicated pattern flashes with fiery red light, binding the dragon layer by layer, and the sky-exploding flames wrap it up, burning the soul fiercely.
The Dragon Clan controls the monster beasts, and the external pressure made the dragon tremble. The natural suppression made it unable to resist. It didn't expect that it had provoked a dragon. The pain of the flames made him flop and struggle.
"Spare, spare my life..."
Before he finished speaking, the dragon let out an ear-splitting hiss, turned into a small silver snake, and landed quietly on the ground.
"Feng Qing" didn't move his expression, raised his fingertips slightly, and the beads in the red lotus fell into his hands. He didn't like this kind of soul-gathering beads, but the color was good, and he could make a pendant for his little master.
When he was about to leave, Feng Qing thought of something and carved a mysterious formation in the cave. The golden runes were connected together to form a seven-star killing formation. The light quickly dimmed after it flashed.
When he walked out of the cave, he noticed a familiar breath coming over him. A smile overflowed from his eyes. His face soon turned pale, as pale as a piece of white paper. Blood drops fell from the corner of his mouth. He held the sword with difficulty, his black hair was messy. So fragile that he can be blown away by a gust of wind.
Unable to hold on any longer, Feng Qing fell to the ground. Luo Ning looked panicked and held his apprentice in her arms distressedly. His eyes swept over the shocking wounds, and his heart suddenly tightened.
Feng Qing nuzzled into Luo Ning's arms tightly, and buried his face in Luo Ning's neck. There was possessiveness in his eyes, and he greedily sniffed the faint fragrance. Now this person is his, and said in a trembling voice: "Master, I- pain."
He looked extremely weak, and he was seriously injured at first glance.
Luo Ning's heart suddenly clenched even more tightly. His apprentice had never suffered like this before. He hurriedly hugged her to comfort him, "Feng Qing, be good, be patient, and the pain will stop soon."
While coaxing, he fed a few pills.
The small external wounds healed quickly, but the internal injuries were definitely still serious, and the apprentice was groaning in pain.
Luo Ning frowned, picked up Feng Qing and returned to Qianzhong Peak. He took off Feng Qing's clothes and saw that his chest and back were covered with large bruises, and the dark purple color was still streaked with blood.
Luo Ning's fingertips trembled and he applied the ointment.
Feng Qing liked the distress shown in his eyes, so he moved closer and absorbed the warmth from Luo Ning's body.
Seeing that Luo Ning had finished applying the ointment and was about to take his hand away, he pinched Luo Ning's fingers. With bright black eyes, he said softly: "Master, my back still hurts. Can you please press it for me?"
Luo Ning immediately softened his heart. Feng Qing was always full of energy, and he had never looked so pitiful. He felt uncomfortable looking at him, so he placed his hands on his back and pressed it gently.
He always thought that his apprentice was still young. When he put his hands on the broad back, he realized how strong and strong the muscles were. It turned out that the apprentice was much taller than him.
The warm fingertips traced across the muscles, gently and softly, and the touch was very comfortable. Feng Qing squinted his eyes slightly with satisfaction, put his hands around Luo Ning's waist, and rubbed his face, feeling the tranquility of this moment.
Master's body smells very good, with a light peach blossom fragrance, and his waist is very thin and soft, he can wrap it in his arm. This person really has grown up in his heart, and he really wants to trap him in his arms and bully him.
Luo Ning didn't feel the tension in his waist. He calmed down and then remembered something and asked, "didn't you go out to do a mission? What happened? Why were you separated from other disciples?"
He knew Feng Qing's strength very well, and he still had those self-defense weapons. If he suffered such a serious injury, he must have encountered something difficult to deal with.
Feng Qing whispered: "I wanted to find some red phosphorus fruits for Master, so I walked away alone. It turned out that there was a very powerful monster in the cave, and I struggled to escape."
Luo Ning's heart was full of worries. There were so many dangers outside. It seemed that the self-defense weapons he had given were not enough. He recalled his small vault and what other powerful treasures he had.
Feng Qing's expression softened, and he felt the love and care for himself. Only when he saw that this person's eyes only reflected him, did he realize how much he liked this feeling.
Scarlet flashed across the dark eyes.
Since the Master is good to him, he must keep it like this forever, otherwise he will pull out the Master's soul and trap him by his side forever.
The back of Luo Ning's neck felt a little cold for no reason. He touched Feng Qing's soft hair. Seeing that it was getting late, he planned to go back to his room and told Feng Qing to have a good rest.
Feng Qing coughed, looked at Luo Ning with his bright black eyes, stretched out his hand to hold Luo Ning's finger, and continued to say pitifully: "Master, I'm a little scared and don't want to sleep alone."
"Can you stay with me?"
Luo Ning couldn't refuse such a soft-spoken request. He hesitated for a while before agreeing. He thought that his apprentice had been so frightened today and felt insecure. He paused and sat back down in Feng Qing again. Beside the bed, he lowered his eyelashes slightly, patted Feng Qing on the back soothingly, and said warmly: "Don't be afraid, the master is here."
Unaware, like a simple little white rabbit jumping into a trap step by step.
Feng Qing liked his master's obedient and soft appearance. With a strong effort of his arm, he pulled Luo Ning down and lay beside him, with his black hair tangled and his robes intimately folded together.
Luo Ning was caught off guard and fell onto the bed. He panicked for a moment and turned to look at Feng Qing.
Feng Qing hugged him into his arms, rubbed his face against his neck and said softly, "I want Master to sleep with me."
"I feel at ease when Master is here."
As he spoke, he held Luo Ning's hand and clasped their fingers together.
Luo Ning was a little unaccustomed to such intimacy. He and Feng Qing had never hugged each other so closely before. He twisted uncomfortably, but Feng Qing held him so tightly that he couldn't move at all, so he could only indulge like this and obediently be a pillow doll.
The injured were always particularly clingy, so Luo Ning didn't think much about it, only thinking that his apprentice was acting coquettishly with him.
The embrace he leaned against was warm, and the room was quiet except for the sound of even breathing. Somehow, Luo Ning felt sleepy and gradually fell asleep.
Feng Qing, who was lying next to him, opened his eyes and traced Luo Ning's face with his eyes, his burning possessiveness clearly revealed. He rubbed Luo Ning's lips with his fingertips and watched with satisfaction as the lips turned increasingly red.
He gradually tightened his arms and hugged Luo Ning completely in his arms. He smelled the faint fragrance. His thin lips fell on the back of Luo Ning's neck, and he took a bite on the porcelain white skin, staining it with his own breath. There were purple traces, like a brand.
When Luo Ning woke up, his neck hurt and his arms hurt. Even though the bed was so spacious, he just felt uncomfortable sleeping.
There was a slight movement next to him, Feng Qing turned over, pressed on him, and whispered: "Master is so warm."
Luo Ning was not used to thin clothes and skin contact, so he dodged away, got out of bed in a hurry, and arranged his gown, "you are not feeling well yet, I will make some medicinal soup for you."
After saying that, he went to the kitchen. Seeing that the room was quiet, Feng Qing also stood up.
Leaning by the door, staring at the busy figures inside, his expression softened.
The faint morning light shone in the kitchen, and the side of Luo Ning's face was also dyed with a halo. His face was as white as jade, his eyelashes were thick and slender, and the golden threads in his white robe were shining.
Very beautiful...
Feng Qing couldn't help but step forward, straighten out Luo Ning's messy hair tie, put his arms around Luo Ning's waist, and seemed to accidentally brush Luo Ning's cheek with his thin lips.
Luo Ning was startled, his ears could not help but turn red, his heart beat twice, he turned around and asked, "why are you up? Didn't you say the wound hurts?"
Feng Qing smiled and said, "I'm too bored lying in bed. I want to watch Master cook."
After a while, he tasted a piece of pastry. It was fragrant and sweet. The food made by Master was indeed delicious. Such a good Master should be his.
Luo Ning's heart was like a lake being disturbed. He intuitively felt that something was wrong. He always felt that his apprentice seemed a little strange, and his eyes seemed different from before.
And he always touches him, wishing he could become the little tail behind him.
The apprentice relied on him before, but he didn't bother him to this extent.
Luo Ning felt a little flustered for no reason. He convinced himself that it might be because his apprentice was worried about gains and losses after being frightened, so he became closer to him, maybe it would get better after a while.
In order to appease his apprentice's emotions, Luo Ning has been tolerating it and coaxing him patiently.
Feng Qing's heart almost turned into a puddle of water. Why was his master so cute? It made him want to bully him even more.
......
Chu Xiuran also spent two days cultivating because of the puppet's backlash. He regarded Feng Qing as a thorn in his side. He reluctantly clenched his fists. One day he would remove this thorn.
When he saw Feng Qing passing by, his eyes were gloomy.
Feng Qing chuckled. He had forgotten about this person. He was a rat in the gutter. He was disgusting to look at and wanted to kill him with one finger.
He remembered that the day his seal was broken, it was this person who coveted his dragon bones and tried to kill him without overestimating his own abilities.
Including the two puppets from the past few days, they also had this person's disgusting aura.
Feng Qing would naturally not be polite to a person who wanted to kill him.
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Feng Qing shouted: "Nephew Chu, please stay."
Chu Xiuran paused and asked with a smile on his face, "What's the matter, uncle?"
Feng Qing smiled and said, "luckily you took me to Ming Canyon last time and picked a lot of red phosphorus fruits."
There was anger hidden in Chu Xiuran's eyes. He felt distressed when he thought of his two puppets. He asked tentatively: "Uncle Master left alone at that time. Did he encounter anything else?"
Feng Qing didn't seem to understand his temptation, and only looked regretful, "To be honest, I did have an adventure that day. After I separated from you, I ran into a cave. The cave was full of ice lotus, and there was another thing in the middle, a treasure."
"It's a pity that I only picked ice lotus. There was a monster guarding the cave and I was injured, so I had to give up first."
Chu Xiuran's eyes lit up after hearing this. He inquired carefully and learned that the monster almost had the cultivation level of Nascent Soul, which just meant that there was indeed a treasure inside. Seeing Feng Qing's look of loss, he immediately became interested.
He didn't think Feng Qing would lie to him for no reason. After all, he had never shown any hostility towards Feng Qing.
What's more, in a mountain range as tall as Ming Canyon, it is normal for treasures to be hidden.
It would be a pity to abandon that treasure in the cave. He might as well go over and take a look. There are so many self-defense weapons in his storage ring, which are enough to deal with a monster.
Chu Xiuran kept a calm expression on his face and inquired about the location, but turned around and ran towards Ming Canyon, worried that Feng Qing would take the opportunity away first.
Feng Qing's eyes are pleasant, and fools are easy to deceive.
Thinking of the lotus seed, he strung it together with gold thread, put it on Luo Ning's hand, and said with a flattering smile: "This is a gift for Master, does Master like it?"
As he spoke, he took Luo Ning's little hand. He felt it was soft to the touch and squeezed it twice.
The translucent lotus seeds were very beautiful, and Luo Ning naturally liked them, but Feng Qing's scorching gaze made him feel like he was being seen through, and he looked away uncomfortably.
He didn't understand why his apprentice's momentum suddenly became so aggressive.
He nodded slightly and couldn't help but take a step back.
Feng Qing smiled and said, "Master, it's fine if you like it. I got it with great difficulty in the cave. Master must wear it every day."
The formation was engraved on the surface of that lotus seed. No matter where this person went from now on, he would be able to feel it.
Luo Ning softened his heart and recalled his apprentice's miserable appearance, so he agreed without hesitation.
They had slept together for the past two days. Now that Feng Qing was fine, Luo Ning planned to go back to his room. Feng Qing was not a child, so it was inappropriate to be crowded together like this.
Moreover, he always felt strange lying next to Feng Qing, and he always felt like something was staring at him when he fell asleep.
Moreover, his body was tightly bound. He even dreamed that he was tied into a big rice dumpling, which felt really bad.
Luo Ning was about to go back to her room. Feng Qing's eyes darkened. He was used to sleeping with his master's soft body in his arms, so there was no way he could accept sleeping in separate beds.
Hugging Luo Ning, she said softly: "Master, I'm really afraid of the dark now. I don't want to be alone at night. Can you stay with me?"
"When I gradually lose my fear of the dark, you can go back?"
There was still fear in his eyes, and he looked at Luo Ning uneasily, like a frightened little animal.
Luo Ning didn't expect his apprentice to be so fragile. He didn't know how much shadow that experience had left on his apprentice. Hearing Feng Qing's pleas, he couldn't refuse firmly.
However, there was a distance between him and Feng Qing, so that Feng Qing could not hold him anymore. He was not a baby, so it would be strange to hold him back and forth.
Feng Qing didn't refute and let Luo Ning fall asleep. Seeing Luo Ning frowning slightly, he cast a spell to weave a sweet dream for Luo Ning. Seeing the corner of Luo Ning's mouth curling up into a smile, he pecked Luo Ning on the cheek, contentedly encircling the person in his arms.
He wanted to quietly let the master adapt to his closeness, and test the master's bottom line little by little, but he didn't know when the master would discover his thoughts. He seemed to be a little impatient to wait.
At this time, in Ming Canyon.
Chu Xiuran felt the icy night wind, his clothes rustling, and after groping for a while, he found the cave Feng Qing mentioned.
There was a faint light coming out of it. Chu Xiuran's eyes lit up and he quickly stepped inside.
He looked around and saw that there were indeed ice lotuses. So many fine ice lotuses could be exchanged for a bunch of high-grade spiritual stones.
Chu Xiuran put them all into his storage ring. He felt that Feng Qing was too stupid to hide them in such a good place. He quickly remembered that treasure.
After searching around the stone wall and finding nothing, he walked forward slowly and focused his gaze on the pool of water. Could it be that it was in there?
He held the long sword in his hand cautiously, in case any monsters came sneaking up on him.
Just as he walked slowly, he triggered a certain position. The dark cave entrance suddenly became bright, and a golden light flashed on the damp ground. The golden threads quickly connected together and rotated, forming a strange formation pattern, shrouding him in it.
Chu Xiuran's intuition was not good and he wanted to escape immediately, but the formation was formed too quickly. Under the scorching golden light, a golden beam of light imprisoned him. The pattern under his feet kept changing, and a piercing murderous intention was directed at him. He hurriedly resisted the attack, but in the next moment, the scene in front of him changed rapidly.
The whole body was surrounded by boundless darkness, and he couldn't see the edge. The wind blades rolled in were so sharp that they could cut his flesh. Huge monsters leaped towards him. He quickly took out his puppet to resist, while giving himself protective spells. While using the weapon, he chopped it down with his sword. The monster that was struck turned into a piece of dust and then condensed into shape again.
Chu Xiuran realized that this was an illusion, but he didn't know how to get out of it, and the damage he suffered here was real.
He gritted his teeth tightly, his body was cut with blood marks, and his whole body became a bloody man. He kept dealing with the besieging monsters and looking for the eye of the needle.
But this formation is really dangerous. Chu Xiuran has never encountered such a dangerous formation. Who set it up? Even in the ancient secret realm, he has never encountered such a terrifying situation.
Seeing the formation changing again and again, he could only keep fighting, and if he looked at it, he would be lost here, and Chu Xiuran felt a sense of fear in his heart.
No, he will definitely not die here. He has even broken through the ancient secret realm, so how could he be lost in the Ming Canyon?
He has a bright future, and he will never be willing to die like this.
Chu Xiuran reluctantly calmed himself down, took out a top-grade colored glaze lamp, charged up his fingertips with hatred, and took out a drop of his heart's blood. Under the instruction of the colored glaze lamp, he found the formation eye.
The luck in him was so strong that he was lucky enough to break the formation and escape.
After the illusion disappeared, there was a dark cave in front of him.
Chu Xiuran's face turned deathly pale, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood. He crawled out of the cave and lay on the stone ground exhausted, curling up in pain.
He didn't even have the strength to perform the most basic techniques.
Although he saved a life, he lost a self-defense treasure. The most important thing was to lose a drop of his heart's blood. The monk's heart and blood was extremely important. It condensed the essence of his cultivation. Even just a drop caused him to be severely injured.
Why didn't Feng Qing tell him in advance that there was a killing array here? And why didn't he see the monsters and treasures Feng Qing mentioned?!
Could it be that he is lying to him?
Chu Xiuran's eyes were bleeding with hatred, and he refused to admit that he had been tricked by Feng Qing, but there was something really strange here, and it was completely inconsistent with the information Feng Qing said.
What's more, he suffered such a heavy loss. No matter what, this account must be recorded on Feng Qing's head.
That bastard! It really defeated him.
He remembered this grudge.
Chu Xiuran's face was distorted with anger, and his teeth were chattering. He didn't understand why Feng Qing wanted to harm him since he didn't deal with Feng Qing openly.
After lying awkwardly at the foot of the mountain for a long time in the night wind, Chu Xiuran regained his strength and returned to the Cangyu Sect. As soon as he returned to the sect, he fainted.
Because he lost a drop of his heart's blood, it was not easy for him to recover from his injuries. He pulled his father's sleeve with a pale face and said with a gloomy face: "Dad, you want to help me avenge him. It was Feng Qing who killed me on purpose!"
The law enforcement elder has a stubborn and old-fashioned temperament, but he is also upright at ordinary times. He looked unbelieving, "Your uncle has been on Qianzhong Peak all day, how could he kill you? Why did he want to kill you?"
Chu Xiuran didn't understand either, "I don't know either, but when I went to Ming Canyon this time, I did listen to his words. He was misleading me."
The law enforcement elder listened to it and felt that Chu Xiuran was overthinking it. With just a few words and no evidence, how could he prove that it was Feng Qing's plan?
He knew that his son wanted to take the name of Venerable Tan Yue, but Venerable Tan Yue refused, and his son has always been a little jealous of Feng Qing, but Feng Qing is now the direct disciple of Venerable Tan Yue, and some words must not be messed up.
Chu Xiuran choked with a sigh in his throat. Without evidence, there was really no way to convict Feng Qing. He vented his anger and his eyes were gloomy. He had always been the only one to scheme against others, and he had never suffered a loss.
Feeling confident, after a few days of training, he stopped Feng Qing on purpose. He didn't even bother to maintain the fake smile on the surface, and said coldly: "Uncle, why don't you ask me why I was seriously injured?"
Feng Qing's eyes darkened slightly. This stinky rat was very lucky. It was impossible for the killing array he set up to leave anyone alive, but the opponent was able to come out alive.
He was unhappy and said as if nothing had happened: "Master nephew, how could I know that you were injured when I was on Qianzhong Peak?"
"If I knew, I should have brought two bottles of elixirs to visit you."
Chu Xiuran sneered lightly, "Uncle Master, if you don't speak secretly, are you deliberately planning to harm me?"
"You clearly knew that there was a killing array in that cave, why did you let me break into it? How did I offend you? You actually wanted my life!"
"As an uncle, why are you so insidious?"
Feng Qing raised his eyebrows in confusion, "I don't understand what my nephew is saying. How can you slander me at will?"
"I really didn't know there was a killing array. Did my nephew enter the wrong cave? Besides, if the killing array was really that powerful, how could I come out alive?"