Leng Zhuxian waved the sleeves of his black robe back, and the bookshelf and wall were quietly closed again, the same as before, and he couldn't see what had changed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Leng Zhuxian let out a long sigh, and after walking nine hundred and eighty steps along the black and downward sloping passage in the cave, a small translucent door about five feet high but unable to tell what material it was appeared in front of him.

Leng Zhuxian pinched the trick with both hands, and silently read a sentence in his heart: "Open." ”

Immediately afterwards, the translucent door trembled slightly, and it opened with a "boom".

Compared with the outside of the door, the inside of the door is spacious and tidy, and it is a house of its own. This is both his secret room and his practice room.

In the center of the room is a three-foot-high cylindrical stone countertop, which is quite imposing. The place is surrounded by solid stone walls on all sides, which are impermeable to the wind. Three torches hung in the narrow corners, adding a little light to the room. In addition to this, there are everything you need for wooden beds, wooden tables, bookshelves, etc.

Leng Zhuxian, who was dressed in a black robe, jumped lightly, like a black eagle with wings spread, and jumped onto the three-foot-high stone platform.

The black robe was like a curtain, falling slowly, Leng Zhuxian closed his eyes tightly and meditated cross-legged.

He pinched the trick with both hands and shouted softly: "Natal is the guide, Jingyuan is the medicine, heaven and earth are the furnace, Shouyuan is the fire, and the Dafa of the Elimination Yuan Ning Dan!"

Suddenly, the air around him fluctuated like water, rippling in layers, and there were thousands of layers of overlapping. Then, the aura from heaven and earth surged towards him with an invincible momentum, stirring up his thousands of wisps of green silk and simple black robes.

His face was solemn, his brows frowned, and then he shouted loudly and said, "Xiaoyuan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a thin line of pale blue gas floated out of the countless pores on his skin, clustered together, intertwined, and merged into a hazy blue mist above his head.

As this light blue thin line of gas quietly floated out of the body, Leng Zhuxian's ten thousand strands of green silk turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye, from the tips of the hair to the ends, they were all the color of snow. His originally handsome face was also aging, and the cruel wrinkles left a mark on his face, and a few brown spots also climbed up the corners of his eyes and forehead.

He endured more than that, but also endured the pain of the body phagogue wandering in front of the ghost gate, and if he was not careful, he would fall into the boundless realm of reincarnation.

How much he wanted to shout out these pains, but these pains had already overflowed, and once they flowed out, they would be heard by everyone in Qingyunmen, including his apprentice Ying Yubing.

No, you must not shout, this matter cannot be known to others, let alone Yu Bing.

In this way, Leng Zhuxian endured everything, but he still couldn't resist the blood surging in his body.

I saw that his throat was sweet, and he opened his mouth to spew out a column of red blood, which fell to the ground, and swayed a thrilling red flame picture.

Beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead, but he could only endure the pain and fatigue and speed up the pinching. The spiritual power stored in the dantian was simply crazy, and it was consumed as if it were killing him, and the speed at which a trace of blue filamentous gas detached from his body became faster and faster, and it quickly clustered into a huge blue mist.

Leng Zhuxian's bronzed skin was dull, his face was gray, and he looked like a mortal old man over a hundred years old.

"Ning Dan!"

Leng Zhuxian straightened up and roared. However, this voice seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and as soon as the words ended, he fainted, and at a glance, the snow-haired black robe was no longer what it was when he came.

After this roar, the blue mist accelerated and converged, and it didn't take long for it to form a pill the size of a thumb that emitted a glowing blue light.

Danmaru landed on the stone platform from above, intact, and lay quietly beside Leng Zhuxian's cheek.

At this moment, the room was silent, only the flickering flames were playing a pantomime that no one watched.

A quarter of an hour later, Leng Zhuxian woke up with a smile that was rarely seen on weekdays.

He had a dream, long, yet short.

He dreamed that when Ying Yubing first entered Qingyunmen at the age of six, he called him master for the first time, and there was a trace of shyness on his cute little face.

He dreamed that when Ying Yubing was seven years old, he said how he didn't like to laugh, and pinched his cheek with his little hand and pulled out a big smile.

He dreamed that when Ying Yubing was eight years old, Du Qi took a handful of sand and sprinkled it on her face, Ying Yubing was blinded by the sand, and she still held a stick to scare Du Qi away.

He dreamed that when Ying Yubing was nine years old, he had a serious illness in Qingyunmen and had been unconscious, and the imperial doctors of the Qingong Tai Hospital said that they could not find the cause of the disease, so they could only prescribe a few pairs of medicines to try first, and Du Ziteng, the elder of Qingyunmen, also said that there was nothing to be done. And although King Qin was worried about Yingyubing, he couldn't take care of it personally because he was entangled in political affairs. I took this responsibility and took care of her day and night for nearly a month before she woke up.

He dreamed that every time Ying Yubing broke through a stage, he would personally cook and fry a few dishes, bring them to Leng Zhuxuan, and eat them with him, although it was not very delicious, but he still swallowed it expressionlessly.

He dreamed ......

"How nice it would be if you were my daughter. Leng Zhuxian said secretly in his heart.

Leng Zhuxian once had a daughter, but before she could grow up, she died of illness. This is an eternal scar in Leng Zhuxian's heart. In those years, he was depressed, and it wasn't until the appearance of Ying Yubing that his life was re-lit.

Leng Zhuxian came back to his senses, pinched the trick with one hand, and used a small spell, and the elixir that condensed one-third of his life essence floated up and flew towards Leng Zhuxuan's courtyard without hindrance.

Ying Yubing, who was staying in the courtyard, stared at the small pill that emitted a bright blue light, stretched out her white hand, and the pill fell on her palm very obediently.

Ying Yubing carefully looked at the pill in her hand, and a hint of something bad rose in her heart, she frowned, and muttered to herself: "Why didn't the master come out, is it ......?"

Ying Yubing's ominous premonition became stronger and stronger, she couldn't sit still, grabbed the pill, rushed to the door of the main hall, waved her palm, and the locked door opened with a "clang".

Ying Yubing has worshipped Leng Zhuxian as her teacher since she was a child, and of course she knows the location of Leng Zhuxian's secret room. Therefore, she quickly touched the mechanism, and without saying a word, rushed to the small translucent door.

"Master once said that as long as you put your hand on any part of this door and recite the word 'Qi' in your heart, the door will open. ”

Ying Yubing said secretly in her heart, and then did it according to this method. She had come here with Master before, but this time she was alone.

The moment the translucent door opened, Ying Yubing didn't see the handsome and upright master before, only a white-haired black-robed old man, and couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Master. ”

The secret room was empty, and Ying Yubing's shouts echoed.

Leng Zhuxian was weakly prostrate on the three-foot-high stone platform and did not answer.

Ying Yubing looked at the scarlet blood on the ground and the figure on the stone platform, and for a while, she understood everything.

She felt dizzy by all this in front of her, and she slowly walked to the stone platform and called out in a low voice, "Master." ”

Leng Zhuxian buried his face deep in the crook of his arm, did not look up, and pretended not to hear anything.

Ying Yubing was sure that the white-haired man in front of her was her master, Leng Zhuxian, and jumped and fell beside him.

"Master, talk to your disciple, okay?"

Ying Yubing stroked Leng Zhuxian's long snow-white hair with her hand.

"Yu Bing, why are you here? Didn't I tell you to wait in the courtyard and not come in?" Leng Zhuxian's voice also grew old with the loss of Jing Yuan, hoarse and sad.

"Master, how can you make your disciples feel at ease by doing this?" A tear from Ying Yubing overflowed from the corner of her eye, crossed her cheeks, and dripped onto the stone platform, making a crisp sound, "Spending life essence to condense the elixir is only harmful and not beneficial, not only will it make it difficult for cultivation to go to another level, but cultivation will also drop at least one big realm within a week, and even Shouyuan will be greatly reduced." You know that, why do you do this?"

"Isn't Duzi's condition just for me to marry him? I'd rather marry him than want you to be like this......"

Ying Yubing couldn't hold back her emotions any longer, and her hot tears poured down and fell on the cold stone platform.

"Don't cry, Master doesn't allow you to cry. ”

Leng Zhuxian raised his head, a few points of crystal flashed in his sunken eyes, as soon as he raised his rough palm to wipe Ying Yubing's tears, he suddenly paused in mid-air, and then withdrew it again, "Hurry up and take this pill to save your friend, the effect of this pill is the same as the rejuvenation pill." ”

"Master, what should you do like this?" Ying Yubing sobbed.

"I'm fine," Leng Zhuxian forced out a smile, and the old wrinkles were all piled together, "You go, go quickly, save your friend, and you will come back." ”

"Master, disciple must work hard to find the elixir that restores your body. ”

Ying Yubing wiped a handful of tears with her sleeve.

"Well, okay, let's go. Master was also tired and wanted to rest for a while. ”

Leng Zhuxian squinted his eyes slightly, looked very sleepy, and said.

Hearing this, Ying Yubing jumped off the stone platform and walked out of the secret room step by step.

Master, although you are usually very serious and don't like to laugh, you treat me like a father loves his daughter. This time, your kindness, how can I pay it off?