At the same time, being able to keep a low profile in the long life experience has contributed to Lu Xuan's style of acting.

He has encountered many major incidents, but Lu Xuan usually chooses to nip the crisis in the bud before the incident expands.

For example, the ancestor witch of the Witch Ghost Sect, although he had been born, he was killed by Lu Xuanzhen before he even set off the slightest turmoil.

Therefore, Lu Xuan rarely appears in events that can make people famous in history.

This time, he killed the Red Dust Immortal in the realm of the Illusion Secret Realm, which attracted the attention of many people.

However, Lu Xuan didn't want to explain too much, so he handed over the task to Ji Lingchen.

With this old boy's current identity, if he tells a lie, a lot of people will believe it.

After brushing his thoughts a little, Lu Xuan walked to the door of the room.

Cheng Lingzhu still hasn't woken up.

He felt a little uneasy in his heart, and after thinking for a moment, he pushed open the door and walked inside.

Inside the room.

Cheng Lingzhu was lying on the bed, his eyes were closed, and his eyebrows were tightly locked.

On the delicate little face, a look of pain appeared, as if he had had some nightmare.

Lu Xuan stood beside the bed, his brows gradually furrowed.

He knew very well that the soul of a monk in the Golden Pill Stage would never be able to absorb the spiritual energy left behind by a Red Dust Immortal.

But Cheng Lingzhu did it.

Lu Xuan stretched out his hand and pressed his fingers on her eyebrows, the mana flowed, and the painful expression on Cheng Lingzhu's face stretched slightly.

Lu Xuan could clearly feel that the other party's divine soul was undergoing some kind of astonishing transformation.

It's just that this kind of transformation has put Cheng Lingzhu under a lot of pressure.

"It's weird, too."

Lu Xuan shook his head, but in the end, he was still relieved and pinched a trick.

A little Qinghui lit up from his eyebrows, turned into a translucent villain, and jumped onto Cheng Lingzhu's smooth forehead.

Cheng Lingzhu's eyebrows glowed, and the figure of the villain dissipated, slowly blending into the light.

The best way to find out what happened to Cheng Lingzhu was to enter her Divine Soul World.

This kind of operation is suspected of snooping on other people's secrets, which is not very polite, but he can only do this at this time.

Cheng Lingzhu hasn't woken up yet, in case something really happens to her after absorbing the spiritual energy of the Red Dust Fairy, things will be in trouble.

………………

"Whose disciple is this, who is so brave?"

In a dense forest, Cheng Lingzhu leaned on a big tree, looking at the figure in the forest, his eyes showed surprise.

No, she is not called Cheng Lingzhu now, she is Cheng Hongtan now.

As for why it was Cheng Hongtan, Cheng Lingzhu didn't know the reason.

All she remembered was that she was injured and her head ached.

Jin Dan's cultivation is still too weak......

Cheng Lingzhu thought inexplicably in his heart.

She lowered her head, could see the tips of her own toes, and instinctively felt that it didn't make sense, but she couldn't remember what was wrong.

He was wearing a big red robe, and there was a big wine gourd hanging from his waist, which was very sassy and domineering.

Cheng Lingzhu raised his head, and the dappled sunlight shone through the shadows of the trees.

Untied the wine gourd on his waist, took a sip with his face up, and his pretty face was suddenly stained with a thin layer of wine red, and his delicate facial features became more and more bright, which looked particularly moving.

The figure in the forest put away his sword and walked towards her, it was Lu Xuan.

Cheng Lingzhu looked at Lu Xuan in front of him, obviously as handsome as usual, but today, he was a little more handsome.

She nodded, and like a senior who had drunk too much, she patted him on the shoulder hard:

"You kid, it's okay!"

The sky swirled, the woods blurred, and soon the scene changed.

Cheng Lingzhu opened his eyes and realized that he was lying on the bed, his head was dizzy and heavy, his body was wrapped in a quilt, and he felt very cold.

Are you sick......

She thought to herself.

"Senior, the medicine is here."

Lu Xuan's voice sounded, gentle and familiar.

Cheng Lingzhu glanced at the figure and shook his head in a daze:

"I'm a Mahayana monk, what kind of medicine do I drink?"

After saying this, she suddenly remembered that it was the hateful process of "metamorphosis" at work.

Before, he was still a golden pill, but now he has retreated to the point where he is not even as good as a mortal.

But the dignified Mahayana seniors still maintained their pride, Cheng Lingzhu turned his head, skimmed to the side, and pursed his mouth.

The man sat on the edge of the bed, not in a hurry or annoyed, but only gently persuaded and did not leave.

Cheng Lingzhu secretly glanced at him and found that he was holding a bowl, gently plucking the decoction with a spoon, and the fingers holding the handle of the spoon were slender and white, which was very good-looking.

Cheng Lingzhu, who was burned and confused, thought in a daze that if he could be fed and drunk medicine by such a good-looking hand, then he could reluctantly try it.

The world swirled, and the scene blurred again, this time by a large lake.

The night is as cool as water, the lake is quiet, the moonlight is sprinkled down, and the scene is beautiful.

Cheng Lingzhu was dressed in a plain robe, like a fairy in the Moon Palace, she sat on a big stone and looked at Lu Xuan in front of her:

"I taught you the immortal scripture of the Sword Zhai of the world, it is against the rules of the sect, you and I don't have to do the ritual of master and apprentice, you and remember, this immortal scripture cannot be passed on to others......"

It turned out that I taught him, so it's no wonder that he can even guide me on the problems of the exercises......

Cheng Lingzhu was thinking crankily in his heart.

The scene shattered like a mirror, changing again, this time in front of a fork in the road in an underground cavern.

The cave is pitch black, the rock wall is carved with scriptures and symbols, it is very ancient, Cheng Lingzhu is lying on his back, and his voice is weak:

"Hey, look at the mark next to it, this is the eleventh time, and we're going to be trapped in this place......"

"Shut up."

The man carried her on his back, gritted his teeth, groped his way on the rock wall, and his voice was categorical:

"You can't fail in refining your heart, and I don't want to die!"

At that time, it was the first time he spoke to her so harshly, and he seemed to be a little angry, but Cheng Lingzhu felt very relieved lying on his back.

The scene is constantly changing, and countless fragments emerge in the memory, spliced together.

"Well, you'll have wine...... What, you actually dislike it was Master and I drank it?! ”

"I am your master, you ...... You must respect me in the future and do not be rude to me......"

"Crossing the World Sword Zhai...... I don't really want to go back, I haven't finished my Hongchen training yet......"

"I ask you, you approached me just for that exercise...... Still, I have a little bit of something else to think about......"

"Hey, I'm your master, there is a difference between master and apprentice, Lun Chang...... You can't mess around, you can't have any bad thoughts. ”

"You are not allowed to die, Lu Xuan! You are not allowed to leave me behind...... I won't let you die! ”

"Isn't it just that the Yuan Infant is separated from the body, if you can't cultivate a true immortal, I will be here with you for the rest of my life."

"I don't want to ascend! I'm not going! I'd rather be a Red Dust Fairy......"

Fragments of memories collide and are constantly reassembled.

The past that was sealed and forgotten came to mind bit by bit.

After a long time.

In the guest room, Cheng Lingzhu slowly opened his eyes.

She remembered it all.