Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

The breathing of the young man on the bed gradually stabilized, Fu Yaoye still stood by the bed, maintaining the same posture just now.

Xiao Jianyuan's words still echoed in Fu Yaoye's ears.

Do you really think so?

Fu Yaoye gripped the edge of the bed, nails digging deep into the wood.

You call me "junior brother" one by one, do you really think of me as a junior?

You are willing to admit that you are not as good as me now, so why do you want to blame me later?

You said that losing me in Qingheng Mountain is the biggest loss, so why do you want to plant the devil-devouring grass for me, drive me away from the sect, and hunt me down to the devil's abyss?

Why, why stand in front of me?

……why?

Obsession is born, and all threads arise.

The young man knelt in front of the bed, his eyes welled up like thick ink, and the red mark on his forehead was like blood.

He seemed to be in a daze, his eyes were misty, but he blinked slowly and stretched out his hand.

When the fingertips were about to touch the young man's face, his eyelashes trembled suddenly.

"Sheng Lang!" Su Baimu pushed the door open and walked in carelessly, and quickly stopped his voice: "Eh, he fell asleep?"

The snow-clothed youth kneeling beside the bed supported the bed and slowly stood up. He staggered a bit, as if he had suddenly woken up, and stood up straight again, saying, "Why is Senior Brother Su here at this time?"

Su Baimu said, "Oh, I'll deliver medicine to Sheng Lang."

Only then did Fu Yaoye see Su Baimu holding a bowl of thick medicinal juice in his hand.

Su Baimu looked at Xiao Jianyuan who was sleeping soundly, and asked hesitantly, "Do you want to wake him up?"

"No," Fu Yaoye shook his head and replied, "Brother seems to be very tired, let him fall asleep."

Su Baimu: "Then this medicine..."

Fu Yaoye said: "When he wakes up, I'll make another medicine for him."

Su Baimu scratched his head, and said, "I have to go back to Changchuan Peak earlier, and I can't just stare here... It's okay, I'll tell you how to decoct the medicine."

Su Baimu said to him carefully: "There is a special medicine called Huixuezi, which is very troublesome to use. Be careful not to mix it with other herbs..."

Fu Yaoye listened intently, thanked him, and respectfully sent him away from Changxi Peak.

When Su Baimu left, he was still sighing, why other people's juniors were so good, his juniors even called him for picking and drying medicine.

The cable bridge was plunged into the mist, and the lingering mist covered most of it, and the end could not be seen at a glance.

In front of the cable bridge stands a quaint boundary marker, engraved with the word "Qingya" on the edge of a sword.

Yan Li closed the folding fan, tapped lightly with his feet, penetrated the mist, and crossed to the opposite side of the cable bridge.

At the end of the bridge is a cave, the stone gate is closed, and the cliffs are densely packed with a peak, and the awe-inspiring sword spirit of the predecessors can be vaguely seen.

No matter how many times Yan Li came here, he would be shocked to the sea of ​​consciousness by Ling Ran's sword energy.

"how?"

The gray-robed Taoist turned his back on Yan Li and was thinking about chess.

It's just that there is no one opposite him.

Lu Mengsheng was holding on to the white chess, and the black pieces on the chessboard appeared automatically, but they blocked the white pieces again and again. Lu Mengsheng almost retreated every step of the way, without the power to counterattack.

Yan Li walked behind him, looked at the fighting chessboard, and frowned.

After a long time, Lu Mengsheng sighed, "I lost."

The sunspots turned into dots of stars and dissipated on the chessboard.

A gust of wind blew, bringing the cold air from the bottom of the cliff, swirled across the opposite side of Lu Mengsheng, and swept away a residual leaf on the ground.

He was actually playing against Tiandao.

Lu Mengsheng smiled wryly and shook his head: "In the past six months, I haven't won a single game."

When Yan Li heard this, his face was solemn: "You shouldn't have played so many games with..."

Lu Mengsheng seemed to have more gray hair, adding a sense of aging, and the wrinkles between his brows became deeper, making his face serious and rigid.

He didn't answer Yan Li's words, and cleaned up the mess on his own.

Yan Li said in a low voice: "If the senior brother who heads the sect knows..."

Lu Mengsheng turned his head to look at the closed stone gate of the cave, smiled and said, "I don't know when I will be able to leave the gate, brother."

He held the chess piece in his hand and rubbed it with his fingertips, as if recalling something, he smiled slightly, with nostalgia in his tone: "I really don't want him to punish me for polishing the chessboard anymore."

When Yan Li heard the words, he stood silently, not knowing how to speak again.

"By the way," Lu Mengsheng suddenly remembered, and asked, "Senior brother, the two apprentices, are they healed?"

Yan Li replied: "Fu Yaoye didn't suffer any injuries, on the contrary, he raised another realm, and he's about to build the second floor of the foundation."

Lu Mengsheng was a little surprised: "Oh? The foundation has already been established."

He smiled and put the chessboard into the storage bag, and said, "I'm not the youngest foundation builder."

Yan Li nodded: "That's right, Zhuang Han of the Canglan Sect, although he has established his foundation, is also two years older than him."

Lu Mengsheng stroked his beard: "Young people are awesome, we may not be able to compare with them at that time... By the way, Sheng Lang?"

Yan Li sighed softly, and said, "That wound... almost took my heart away, but luckily it was a little bit off, and didn't hurt my heart."

Lu Mengsheng looked a little sad: "They are lucky to survive a few tricks under the hands of Moxiu who is in the concentration stage."

He frowned: "Most of the low-level demon cultivators who were impatient to move before made moves. I didn't expect the demon cultivators in the concentration stage to make moves."

Yan Li analyzed: "Magic cultivators often walk alone, and Cang Shuyue, known as the 'witch' is no exception;"

"Maybe she also went to Nanyou City alone."

"No," Lu Mengsheng shook his head and said, "I've figured it out, the demonic energy is very entangled, but it is indeed two strands of demonic energy."

Yan Li guessed: "Maybe they didn't know each other, and they met in Nanyou City and killed each other?"

Demon cultivators are very weird, cruel and domineering. It is not uncommon to devour fellow practitioners to refine them into their own skills.

Yan Li took out a storage bag embroidered with gold thread from his waist: "When I rescued Sheng Lang and his senior brothers, I only fought with Cang Shuyue, and I didn't track down any other demon cultivators."

"And that witch, Cang Shuyue, was already dead when I found her again."

He actually took out a pile of bones from the storage bag.

Yan Li whispered: "It's so clean, it's like..."

"Being swallowed up by something."

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"Magic to God":

"... Cang Shuyue took a few steps back, and looked at the blood-soaked boy with a charming smile: "Although I really want your heart, I still want you to live."

She stroked the hairpins on her temples charmingly, and said with a smile, "Why don't you fall into my devil's way?" '

Fu Yaoye gritted his teeth and stood up supporting the blade of the sword, and said coldly: "Wishful thinking." '

'Oh,' Cang Shuyue was not annoyed, 'then we will meet later.

Seeing the witch leave, the boy finally stopped holding on and fell to the ground. '

......"