Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

Putting away his lonely mood, Wu Fan hurriedly released his powerful spiritual consciousness, covering the entire Qingfeng Sect.

After a while, he felt mixed feelings. He only saw one of the two people he missed most.

But soon, he put away his other thoughts. It was possible that Chang Xi was working outside at the moment and would be back soon, but there was no rush.

And when he saw the figure of his master, his heart suddenly beat wildly, his eyes instantly turned red, and the excitement in his heart was beyond words.

So he didn't delay any longer, and disappeared in a flash, without a trace.

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At the same time, in a small valley with beautiful scenery at Danding Peak.

Li Ning was standing in a cave courtyard, looking at everything in the courtyard with eyes filled with longing.

It was as if a long-lost figure appeared before his eyes.

This cave was also where Wu Fan lived back then. I remember that at that time, his second senior brother Zhu Ming helped him open it.

However, looking at the tidy courtyard, it is just as it was when he left it more than a hundred years ago. It is obvious that there are often people helping to clean it.

Today, Li Ning is much older than before, with a trace of sadness on his wrinkled face. He no longer has the leisurely smile before, as if he has returned to the time when Qingyu didn't come back, or even worse.

Perhaps because of longing for her, he often came here to take a look and stayed there for a long time, recalling the past alone.

And he was always looking forward to it in his heart that one day, the disciple he regarded as the most outstanding would suddenly come back.

Although he knew that this was almost impossible, the fantasy in his heart was never shattered.

Although Li Ning treats his disciples very harshly, he is a qualified master. It can be said that every disciple is like his own child in his heart, and he never hides his secrets or even his true feelings towards every disciple. pay.

It is precisely because of his character that the whole family is united and has deep feelings.

However, these two disappearances of his disciples made him lose the courage to continue accepting disciples. Therefore, he has never appeared in every inner sect competition over the years. To this day, Wu Fan is still his youngest disciple.

Because he was afraid of experiencing the pain of his disciple leaving him again. Only he knew that kind of care and concern.

Li Jing stood quietly in the courtyard, looking in the direction of the cave's stone gate, feeling indescribably lonely.

"Xiaofan, where have you been? Are you still alive now? My teacher has never given up looking for you all these years, but there is no news about you. If you are still alive, then come back to report that you are safe, so that I will not worry about you anymore. . Do you know that my master has always treated you as a successor, but I didn’t expect that you would disappear for a hundred years.”

"Alas! I don't know if I, the Qingfeng Sect, can survive this catastrophe of the Xia Kingdom. I'm afraid this will be the last time I come here as a teacher. If I'm lucky, I will take a small number of Qingfeng Sect disciples to leave the Xia Kingdom and find another place. Rest and recuperate, if you are unlucky...!"

Li Ning's eyes were dull, and he whispered silently, where was the majesty of the Golden Core Stage monk.

After a moment, Li Ning shook his head and prepared to get up and leave.

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. If he looked carefully, it was Wu Fan with a smile on his face.

However, facing this scene, Li Ning seemed very calm and did not make any move. He just watched quietly, but the longing in his eyes became more and more intense.

Because this kind of hallucination often appears before our eyes.

"Haha, it would be great if it were true."

Li Ning shook his head, smiled bitterly, and then stood up to leave again.

However, at this moment, a whimpering sound suddenly came, and the sound was full of longing and sadness.

"Master, my disciple is back. I have missed you so much for more than a hundred years."

"Come back? Haha, I hope so. Alas! I don't miss you as a teacher, but where are you?"

After hearing this, Li Ning once again turned his attention to the figure in front of him and asked with a kind face. Obviously, he still regarded the person in front of him as an illusion.

"Master, it's really me. I'm really back. I'm your disciple Xiaofan."

Seeing the master's worry about gain and loss, Wu Fan's heart ached in front of him, and he shouted again with a choked voice. Then he immediately walked forward, knelt down in front of Li Ning with a "pop", and stretched out his hand to hold the old man's arm.

"Back, back? Really back? Am I dreaming? Is it really you, Xiaofan?"

When Wu Fan's palm touched Li Ning's arm, the old man's body suddenly trembled. Feeling the real touch from that limb, his heart twitched suddenly, his eyes widened involuntarily, and he lowered his head and stared at Wu Fan. His face was full of disbelief.

"It's me, it's really me. Xiaofan is back. The disciple is unfilial and has made the master worried over the years."

Unable to control the thoughts in his heart anymore, the tears Wu Fan had been holding back finally burst out of his eyes.

The world says that the great road is ruthless, but this is just a self-deception.

Even though he is now a god-like figure on land, he still cannot cut off his love for his loved ones who have been training and protecting him since he was a child. The longing that has been suppressed in his heart for more than a hundred years surges out uncontrollably. .

It can be said that in the entire human world, only Li Ning can make Wu Fan kneel down and worship him.

"Haha... It's really Xiaofan, my disciple, you are finally back. Just come back, just come back...!!!"

There was no more doubt. Li Ning was like a child who had not seen him for a long time. Now he finally met him. The excitement could not be expressed in words.

The old man immediately held Wu Fan's arm tightly, and suddenly raised his head and laughed. His voice was full of surprise, happiness, relief, and other emotions.

Then he slowly bent down uncontrollably, hugged Wu Fan's head tightly with both hands, and put his face close to his disciple's black hair, feeling the real body temperature, and his eyes also shed tears uncontrollably.

Until this time, the old man still had a sense of unreality. He thought he would have a lot to ask when he saw his disciple, but when he really saw him, he didn't know where to start for a while.

But now he just wants to feel this long-lost joy, and wants to hug this disciple who has been lost for a hundred years in this tranquility. Maybe this is better than thousands of words.

And at this moment, Wu Fan was also immersed in endless joy. Feeling the warm palm of the master, his heart, which had long been as hard as a rock, showed signs of melting again.

He had been killing people and being hunted for the past 100 years, and his heart had long become cold and ruthless. But when he saw his master and felt his true feelings, he seemed to have returned to his original self, the carefree self who was protected and treated sincerely by others.

Wu Fan was happy at this moment. After going through untold hardships, he finally returned to his hometown and met his loved ones. Fortunately, his master was still alive and nothing happened that would make him regret for the rest of his life.