The host is always attacked [Quick Transmigration]

In his heart, this person has always been very powerful, just like when he was only in the early stage of foundation establishment, he dared to single-handedly snatch the unrecognizable Wind Spirit Grass from the mouth of a fourth-order monster.

He thought it would be okay this time, but he didn't expect...

Seeing the pale person lying on the stone bed, Mu Feng couldn't tell whether his always neat clothes were whiter or his exposed skin was whiter.

Mu Feng bent down and gently brushed a strand of black hair from the corner of the other's mouth, and then kissed softly on the corner of that person's mouth.

With a chuckle, he separated Wen Renyun's two hands, and then he and the other party held tightly with ten fingers. After using spiritual power to make the other party sit cross-legged like himself, Mu Feng then activated the spiritual power in his body.

Although he was transformed by the Wind Spirit Grass, Wen Renyun's current situation can't just use the leaves or petals, but also need to be supplemented by his spiritual power.

Thinking in this way, Mu Feng asked the dough to put the petals he had prepared a long time ago between Wen Renyun's lips, then closed his eyes and began to exercise his mental and spiritual power.

Although he shouldn't think about it at this time, firstly, Mu Feng is not like a mortal who cultivates, even if it is so, it will not have any effect, and secondly, he really wants to think about the details of the two of them getting along in the past.

So after making sure there would be no problem, Mu Feng closed his eyes and recalled the past.

**

Fenglingcao is different from other spiritual plants that can cultivate in the world. He already has spiritual consciousness from the moment he was born in the world.

Even if you can't hear or see like ordinary people, you can still feel the subtle differences of all things in the world, as well as the thoughts of all living beings, no matter good or evil.

I don't know whether to call him unlucky or lucky.

Just after two immature green leaves were born, and he could hear all kinds of sounds from the outside world, the mountain stream where he grew up was completely washed away by a sudden flood.

So he was unfortunately washed down by the flood, and then he rose and fell with the flood, and he didn't know how long he drifted.

Just when he thought he would be drowned, a bloody mouth suddenly picked him up from the flood.

Xu Shi has been eating raw or carrion meat, and the smell from this monster's mouth is extremely stench. He once thought that he was going to be stink to death.

"Roar!" He didn't know what happened, but the monster biting him was in great pain, and the roar was mixed with pain and anger.

Even though his mouth was wide open and he kept howling towards an unknown place, he was firmly placed between his teeth by the other party, and then suffered a lot of bumps.

Soon, he felt that the breath in the monster's body became disordered, and as time passed, its vital signs were slowly declining.

After a long time, he sensed that the monster was about to die.

Sure enough, the next moment he heard the sound of the monster falling to the ground.

"It's fine," a clear voice sounded, and he realized that he was being picked up.

The palm of that person was very warm, and after feeling the kindness of the other party, he shifted his mind to repairing himself at ease.

After all, because of the previous flood and the series of actions of the stupid monster just now, one of his leaves was seriously injured, and he had to repair it in time.

Otherwise, it is very likely that the whole body will rot!

Before his consciousness fell into darkness, he thought, it is very lucky to meet such a kind-hearted person...

Although he felt that the aura suddenly became more abundant later, it still took him too much time to repair this time. When he could perceive the sound of the outside world again, he heard a bad news.

From the Lingzhi Garden just across the window, there was a sound of footsteps, followed by a few voices filled with righteous indignation.

"It's great that Senior Brother Xiuwen is fine," he heard a voice full of nervousness and worry, full of rejoicing.

"As expected of a person who can form alchemy at the age of 20, even if he was plotted against, he can actually rescue that person regardless of the past!"

"Yes," the voice was extremely contemptuous, "If you want me to say that someone like Wen Renyun with a malicious and useless mind should abolish his cultivation and expel him from the Wuji Sect."

The owner of the third voice was obviously even more angry. From the sound of the hoe he swung when weeding, it could be heard how disgusted he was with the disciple named Wen Renyun, "Hmph, since he was I felt something was wrong when I followed into that secret realm, I never thought I would have such an idea!"

"Speaking of which, why didn't he die in the secret realm? It turned out that he was only slightly injured, and his cultivation was regressed by two levels. It's really cheap for him!"

When those people left, he was still immersed in the shock and didn't recover. After all, he heard someone calling that person at that time, and he clearly remembered that that person was Wen Renyun!

how come……

But no matter how anxious he was, he could only stay in the small square flower pot surrounded by a small gathering of spirits, helpless.

From that day on, there were people coming and going all around, and those people were either talking about their own cultivation situation or expressing their admiration for that senior brother Xiuwen.

Counting for more than a month, no one mentioned Wen Renyun's situation anymore.

"crunch~"

The door of the room, which had not been moved for a long time, suddenly rang, and he still couldn't see it clearly, but he noticed the person coming from the clearly felt kindness.

He himself could never have imagined that in the eyes of the visitor, his drooping branches and leaves were revitalized at the same moment when the other party pushed the door open.

"Did you feel me coming?" Wen Renyun stepped forward quickly, his expressionless face suddenly softened a little, and there was even a little smile on the corner of his mouth, "So you will miss me too."

One of the larger branches and leaves gently rubbed against Wen Renyun's finger, and then returned to its original shape, as if it had never been moved.

Wen Renyun stared blankly at his index finger that had just felt itchy, rubbed it with his thumb unconsciously, and raised his hand to the tip of his nose to sniff lightly.

When he smelled the familiar faint fragrance of medicinal herbs, he was finally sure that the touch just now was not his illusion, and then he smiled in line with his age, and the dark aura all over his body disappeared in an instant.

From this day on, Wen Renyun spent his entire life in the library, except for the necessary daily cultivation, not knowing what he was looking for.

After going out early and returning late for nearly ten days, Wen Renyun pushed open the door of his room as soon as dinner time arrived for an unprecedented time.

In the flowerpot on the window sill, only one leaf was intact, and the other leaf was mostly destroyed. The grass has now grown three leaves.

Although it looks more vibrant, it looks more and more like useless roadside weeds.

"I found a way, just wait a little longer, I will definitely help you."

Wen Renyun caressed the green leaf with the most obvious lines, his eyes were full of determination.

However, just when he seemed to be staring at the grass, and was really freeing himself to lose his mind, he suddenly felt a light touch on his hand.

But before he felt it for a while, the leaf seemed to be scalded, and it was retracted suddenly in a very humane manner, and then curled up like a mimosa.

The room fell silent for a moment, only the sound of Wen Renyun's soft breathing remained.

"Pfft~"

Just when he was regretting that he had clearly decided not to touch the other party before, vowing to be an ordinary weed, but just now he forgot his original determination, he suddenly heard a laugh.

After a long time, it can be said that it was the first time he heard Wen Renyun laugh from the heart. He was stunned for a moment, as if he heard his own heartbeat that was beating violently and did not exist.

Xiaocao, who was completely in shock, didn't know that his own leaves that had been shrunk together had slowly unfolded at this moment, and Wen Renyun looked at him with eyes full of doting.

"Let me give you a name." He didn't know why Wen Renyun thought of this place, but he just waited quietly.

Wen Renyun thought for a long time, "Well... when I'm with you, I often feel like a spring breeze."

"Then I'll call you Mufeng."

"I have a name!" He was immersed in the joy of having a name, and he couldn't help stretching out the blade and gently hooking the corner of Wen Renyun's clothes.

Sensing Mu Feng's movements, Wen Renyun smiled silently, but there was also a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Originally thought that having a name was something to be happy about, but Mu Feng discovered that Wen Renyun had once again resumed his previous routine of leaving early and returning late.

A year later, Mu Feng, who had gradually gained vision, "saw" the room he had been staying in for the first time.

In fact, it is not accurate to say, after all, he can only feel the size of this space and the shapes of all the objects in the room with his spiritual sense.

But this was enough for him to be happy for a long time, so he started to investigate with great interest, wanting to see what kind of place Wen Renyun lived.

Disappointed, but expected.

The whole room is not big, and there are not many things in it. There is only a thin wooden bed, a pair of tables and stools that don't look very strong, and a wooden box that is not too big.

His spiritual consciousness was only three meters farthest, which was the length of the entire room.The shortest place is the corner where the wooden box is placed, less than one meter away from the window sill.

After planning out the appearance of the entire room in his mind, his excitement suddenly disappeared, as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on his head, and all the branches and leaves that were originally full of vitality drooped.

Just at this time, the door of the room that had been closed for a month was opened, and a strange atmosphere swept over in an instant.

He froze suddenly, and then disguised himself as an ordinary spiritual plant, borrowing spiritual knowledge to slowly search for the person who came in.

It's the man called Brother Xiuwen!

Even though he had never seen this person before, Mu Feng could describe the appearance of this person from the words of people passing by outside the window from time to time.

He was dressed in a moon-white narrow-sleeved brocade robe worn by disciples of the inner sect, with a few strands of silk hanging from his forehead, and the rest were tied up on top of his head. His facial features were handsome, and his every move exuded his unique agility.

This is the evaluation of other disciples.

But in his opinion, as soon as this person opened the door and came in, he closed the door tightly like a thief, and then his eyes swept around the room.

Obviously looking for something.

It's a pity, this room is narrow and small, and the things inside can be seen at a glance, without him needing to turn his neck to take a closer look.

But Li Xiuwen didn't believe in evil. He unpacked the folded quilt on the bed with disgust and shook it again and again. The wooden box where the clothes were placed was also opened and searched. twice.

Suddenly, he looked at a certain place with bright eyes, and then ran over without stopping.