The villain and I have eight hundred minds combined

He said nothing, and showed no expression. He picked up the sword again and said to his junior sister, "Come on, let's continue practicing sword skills."

"Okay!" Xiao Xing'er refused to admit defeat and continued to fight with him.

The illusion of the two men fighting each other with small wooden swords gradually disappeared.

……I see.

Perhaps from that moment on, Leng Feiren felt that Lu Xin was partial to one over the other because of the demon-suppressing talisman.

Mu Hanxing sighed and continued walking forward.

At this time, Cang Xue's voice sounded above his head: "You can't blame Lu Xin for this. Leng Feiren is the son of a family of immortal cultivators after all. He has been cultivating immortals since he was a child. His body is stronger than that of ordinary people, and he knows a lot of magic. He is not afraid of those country monsters. But you couldn't compare with them at that time. You were just an ordinary girl. If you didn't work hard, you would be knocked to the ground like that day. Besides, there was only one monster-controlling talisman, so Lu Xin naturally gave it to you."

When it comes to unfair treatment, the one who is left out is the most sensitive.

Then, the next illusion appeared.

Xing'er, who had grown into a young girl, was practicing in her own training room. When she was concentrating her energy, she suddenly felt a burning sensation in her heart, making her feel very uncomfortable. She covered her heart and knelt on the ground. Coincidentally, at this moment, Lu Xin came in with some fruit for her and saw this scene.

"Xing'er!" Lu Xin hurried over and supported her.

Xing'er felt as if her heart was on fire, unable to contain it. The fire in her heart was burning her internal organs. She grabbed Lu Xin's clothes and kept shouting in pain: "Master... It hurts... It's so hot... It's so uncomfortable..."

"I'll take you to see a doctor!" Lu Xin picked up Xing'er and left.

The illusion turned into three people in another room, which seemed to be the doctor's room of Wenxinmen.

In the room, Xing'er was lying unconscious. The doctor and Lu Xin looked at her and talked in low voices.

"What's the situation?" Lu Xin asked anxiously.

The doctor sighed and said, "The spiritual core in her body is the Yang True Fire. This spiritual core itself is nothing, but if this spiritual core is integrated with her personality... I'm afraid it will be very easy for her to go astray. This kind of pain from being burned by the spiritual core will probably continue. The more she practices, the more serious this symptom will be... If it is abolished..."

Lu Xin's face turned pale instantly: "What? We can't let her spiritual roots be abolished! I have seen how hard she has worked since she was a child! If we abolish her spiritual roots, wouldn't that be the same as taking her life!"

The doctor of Wenxinmen also frowned in worry. He had been practicing medicine here for decades and had never seen a character that was incompatible with his spiritual roots, or even in danger of falling into the devil's way. He thought for a while and said, "What is her talent, and how is her magic practice?"

Seeing that the doctor asked this question, Lu Xin probably had other solutions, so he said happily: "Your bones are excellent, even better than mine. Maybe in a dozen years, your spiritual power will be better than mine!"

"Okay, then I have another idea." The doctor said seriously, "You don't have to destroy her spiritual roots, but you have to use special medicines from now on to help her cultivate other spiritual roots. This process may be difficult, but it is much better than destroying her spiritual roots directly."

Lu Xin was stunned: "Then... what spiritual roots should I rebuild?"

"Only the most Yin spiritual root can alleviate it."

……

What followed was countless illusions passing by.

From then on, Lu Xin ran to the doctor day and night to get the medicine himself, and then brought it to Xing'er's room to coax her to take it. He also stayed up all night to accompany her to rebuild her spiritual roots.

He stayed by her side through her countless painful days and nights like her own father, grew up with her, and endured the pain with her.

……

As Mu Hanxing watched, tears began to flow.

After several springs, summers, autumns and winters, Xing'er grew up and looked like a young girl.

During this period, because rebuilding the spirit core was indeed too painful, Lu Xin focused a lot of his energy on her and neglected Leng Feiren.

Once, after learning the unique sword technique system of Taichen Sword, Leng Feiren suddenly lost control and was accidentally scratched by the sword. He was bleeding profusely and rolled on the ground in pain, desperately shouting: "Master! Master!"

Someone soon came in from outside. Leng Feiren was overjoyed, but when he saw that the person was his junior master, the corners of his mouth immediately drooped. He endured the pain and asked, "Junior master, why is it you? Where is my master?"

Tang Huanyun was called by Lu Xin to bring food to Leng Feiren, so that he would not miss the meal time due to practicing martial arts. However, as soon as he reached the door, he heard Leng Feiren screaming in pain in the house. He was startled and rushed in.

He put the meal aside and hurried over to check Leng Feiren's wound: "Your master has taken your junior sister down the mountain. Come, let me take a look... Fortunately, the wound is not deep. I can bandage it for you. Wait for me here."

Afterwards, Tang Huanyun slowly bandaged Leng Feiren's wound while asking him about his progress in practicing Taichen Sword.

As a teenager, Leng Feiren became increasingly introverted and silent. He would only become a little lively and talkative when his master was around.

At this moment, he sat on the couch and took a look at the Taichen Sword that had fallen to the ground. There was still a little bit of his blood on it. His eyes were a little dull and frustrated. "Little Master, why do I have to learn this sword technique? The Taichen Sword is not easy to control, and the sword technique and the matching mental method are also the most difficult... The fire spirit root is not fun either... It often burns my heart and chest... After losing control several times, Master was not by my side..."

Tang Huanyun had more or less heard of the Three Absolute Sects in the cultivation world that had been wiped out by monsters. That was also Leng Feiren's family. His ancestors founded the sect to protect the treasures of the sect. One of the priceless treasures was the Taichen Sword. However, it was said that the Taichen Sword was just a piece of spirit iron at first, and was later carefully polished by a master craftsman before it slowly became the Taichen Sword.

From then on, the leaders of the Sanjue Sect and their disciples began to take it as their responsibility to protect the Taichen Sword.

"Why me?" Leng Feiren lowered his head and began to talk to himself.

Seeing his frustrated expression, Tang Huanyun hurriedly comforted him, "You are a boy, you should take the family mission as your own responsibility. After all, you were once a disciple of the Three Absolute Sect, so of course you have to take on this responsibility."

"But, it hurts!" Leng Feiren suddenly raised his head and shouted at Tang Huanyun, "My junior sister also cultivated the fire spiritual root before, but she gave up halfway because it was too painful. Why can't I do it? Why can't you let me cultivate my spiritual root again? It really hurts! Junior Uncle!"

Tang Huanyun's heart ached, and he could not help but said, "Fei Ren, I know you have taken on responsibilities that you shouldn't have at your age, but someone must practice the Taichen Sword, otherwise the spiritual power of Taichen will fade day by day, and slowly, it will become an ordinary sword. If the mission is no longer there, the Sanjue Sect will truly perish in the world!"

Leng Feiren was stunned after hearing this. He suddenly fell silent, lowered his head and didn't speak for a long time.