This is not my world

Practice has proved that reality and imagination often have deviations.

Three months have passed, half a year has passed, a year and two years have passed, Hua Linqiu, who originally thought that Fenglian would disappear for a few months and then came back by herself, has waited for ten years, but there is no sign of Fenglian. trace.

In the past ten years, other heroines who got the news also came to see Hua Linqiu, but Hua Linqiu seemed to be fine, and told them that Feng Lian should be fine, everyone was relieved.In order to ensure the safety of Feng Lian alone outside, Hua Linqiu asked Su Xiao again, and Su Xiao also fully agreed.

But even if Meilou took action, Fenglian could not be found.

Hua Linqiu began to evade reality, telling herself that Feng Lian had only been missing for a few months, and it must be because she was too seriously injured that she didn't recover so quickly, so she couldn't come back for the time being.But when the ten-year period came, the spirit-locking pill failed, and Hua Linqiu's large amount of spiritual power originally locked in her dantian rushed to the meridians around her.Originally, after ten years without spiritual power, the endurance of the meridian has declined slightly, but now it is almost bursting due to the sudden large amount of spiritual power.

Fortunately, Hua Linqiu did not forget the method of cultivation just because she hadn't practiced for ten years, and she immediately meditated to clear the meridians, which did not cause serious backlash.

On that day, Hua Linqiu opened her eyes and looked at her hands in a daze - now she can't lie to herself anymore.When the effect of the Suo Ling Pill expired, it meant that nearly ten years had passed since Feng Lian fell off the cliff.Because the restriction on the square inch ring was erased in an instant, the first thing Hua Linqiu thought of was the people around him who could do this.

But she forgot that this is the world of cultivating immortals, not to mention the whole continent, but just in Nanzhou, it is not their Jingyuezong family that dominates.Hua Linqiu has never written it in the article, but this place is already a real world for her, and many things are made up by herself.

Just like there was no Tie Junliang in the original story, but now Tie Junliang became a disciple of Lingbao Peak because he was rescued by himself.With good aptitude, he is also doing well, and his cultivation speed is not fast, but the things he makes must be sought-after.And as a disciple of Lingbao Peak whose main job is refining weapons, this is the best affirmation for him.

Perhaps under the influence of the hero in the future, the Mirror Moon Sect will become the largest sect in Nanzhou, but the current Mirror Moon Sect is only one of the several major sects of cultivating immortals in Nanzhou.Therefore, although there are not many monks with the cultivation level of Luo Chengan and Lu Zai, it is not impossible.At least among the suzerains and peak masters of these sects, there are always two or three who are at least in the early or middle stage of transformation.

Maybe my own square inch ring was accidentally dropped on the ground by myself, and was picked up by people from other sects.After all, the situation was very chaotic at that time, and I was full of little apprentices, so it was impossible to notice such details.

Thinking of this, Hua Linqiu slowly covered her face with her hands, and sat there for a long time without moving.

"Linqiu?"

Lu Zai found out that something was wrong with Hua Linqiu, and seeing her tears oozing from her fingers, he probably thought of the reason, but he didn't know how to comfort her.Compared to Hua Linqiu, Lu Zai saw the fact that Feng Lian might really be gone earlier, but he never said it out, for fear that Hua Linqiu would collapse.But at this time, she didn't look much better. Looking at the fluctuations in her spiritual power, Lu Zai guessed that the magic lock pill had expired. She found out that Feng Lian hadn't heard from her for ten years. That's why she became like this .

Hua Linqiu maintained this posture for a long time, finally got up when night fell, and walked to her room.

"Are you okay?" Lu Zai also got up and walked to her side.

"Fortunately."

This is the end of the matter, and what she said should be fulfilled, but Luo Chengan is in the middle stage of transformation, and with so many peak masters and elders, he must at least have a late stage or higher cultivation level.

Although it may take a long time, but...

Little apprentice, wait for me.

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Feng Lian, who was far away in Beizhou, didn't know that she had misunderstood Hua Linqiu's identity for a full ten years. Hua Linqiu was not a prophet—of course, you can't expect a person from the ancient world of cultivating immortals to look at the records of these two comparisons. Booklet, you can guess Hua Linqiu's true identity.Leaving aside the rest, let’s just say that they don’t know what the internet is, let alone internet literature.And this kind of traversal is basically the fusion of the soul and the body, maybe it doesn't even count as taking the house, and there is a ghost if you know it.

In the cold Beizhou Mortal Realm, Feng Lian did not wear thin clothes uniquely, but wore a thick plush cloak, and strolled in this place covered in white.She has been in Beizhou for six or seven years, and she never gets tired of seeing the snow scene. Whenever it comes to winter, she always likes to go out and stroll in various cities like this.

Fenglian doesn't like to ride in a carriage at such a time, but likes to walk slowly step by step, so that there will be a series of footprints behind her.It is one of her pleasures to make these footprints in a straight line.

After all, this is just a small remote county town, there are no sects around, and there are no valuable cultivation resources, except for the casual cultivators who pass by occasionally, almost no immortal cultivators will come to such a place.So Feng Lian didn't dress up differently, at most she looked like a rich lady who came out to play.

"My lord, we're here."

A dark-skinned, muscular man led Feng Lian to the door of a dilapidated small restaurant.This man is none other than Yan Pengyi, one of Gu Xiuming's future "brothers" recorded in the pamphlet.

Yan Pengyi was born in a small cultivating family in Beizhou. He has good aptitude, but he was suppressed because he was not a direct descendant, so he couldn't enter the sect of cultivating immortals.Don't look at his rough appearance and very easy-going temper. He has survived for more than 30 years from birth to now, let alone just a chance to go to the sect for further study. As long as they don't take the initiative to trouble him, it doesn't matter if they don't go.

But the bad thing is that the young master of a descendant of a family fell in love with Yan Pengyi's beautiful wife, and forced him to kill her.At that time, Yan Pengyi's wife was already pregnant with his child. As soon as this happened, he died directly.Before Yan Pengyi could seek justice, he began to be targeted everywhere.When Fenglian arrived, he was almost cut off his limbs.

After Feng Lian rescued him, she didn't directly help him deal with the enemy, but taught him a set of exercises suitable for him.After seven years of dormancy, Yan Pengyi finally killed his enemy, and Feng Lian also got a loyal subordinate.

And Yan Pengyi was not the No.1 one she saved in ten years, nor was she the last one.In just ten years, Feng Lian used various methods to subdue more than a dozen monks with high talents and high levels of cultivation.Among the dozen or so monks here, there are men and women, and all of them have names in the brochure. They were supposed to be Gu Xiuming's future "friends", but now they are all under his command.

Thinking about it this way, it's quite a sense of accomplishment.

The one I came to find today is not quite the same as the previous ones.

Feng Lian stepped on the wooden board at the door, and the snow that had not been swept away made a creaking sound under her feet.Perhaps because the county seat is too small, this small restaurant can be described as empty.This can explain why Feng Lian could hear a woman's angry shouting just as she approached the door.

If the business is not good and there is no money to be made, the proprietress will naturally be in a bad mood.Unlucky, of course, is the buddy.

However, the person who was shouted was not a so-called guy, but a little girl she picked up from the street.The girl looked no more than four or five years old, and it seemed that she was struggling to hold a half tub of water.In such a freezing place, the wooden basin is not steaming, and anyone who looks at it knows that there must be biting cold water inside.

I saw the girl holding a dirty rag and dipping her small hands into the ice water, but her expression didn't change at all. It seemed that such things were not common to her.

Even if the small person stands on tiptoe, he can't wipe the center of the table. He can only reach it by stepping on the bench beside the table, leaning over and stretching his hands.

"You bloody girl, let you wipe the tables and chairs clean, how can you step on them!"

The woman who was still kneading melon seeds just now stood up suddenly, and suddenly kicked the girl's waist hard. The girl's thin body was kicked more than one meter before falling to the ground.She curled up immediately as if she was very experienced, followed by the kicking and beating of the middle-aged woman.

Feng Lian took a deep breath - she finally knew what the master felt when he saw her for the first time.

"Boss lady."

Feng Lian's voice was not loud, but it was enough to attract that person's attention.She didn't seem to see the abused little girl, and she walked slowly into the store with a gentle smile on her face.Yan Pengyi, who was behind Fenglian, did not make a sound, but followed behind her in an orderly manner.

Even so, Feng Lian still saw the longing in the little girl's eyes when she saw herself entering the store with her spiritual sense.It was only a second, and it turned back to the original insensitivity.

"Guest officer, please sit down, what do you want?" Seeing Fenglian's gorgeous attire, the woman immediately left the little girl behind and came up to her with a flattering smile.

Feng Lian didn't speak, and it was Yan Pengyi who spoke behind him: "Our Lord wants her."

"Her?" Following Yan Pengyi's hand, the proprietress saw the little girl who had stood up unsteadily, and laughed: "Guest officer, don't be joking, she's just a little girl."

Feng Lian didn't answer, but still looked at her with a smile.Only then did the proprietress believe that Feng Lian didn't just say it casually, but really wanted that girl.

"Guest officer, it's like this, this girl is my distant room..."

"She picked it up, didn't she?"

Feng Lian raised her hand slightly, and pulled out a finger-thin tree vine from her sleeve, quickly trapping the table and chairs beside her.With a little force, the wooden tables and chairs immediately fell apart.

"Immortal, Immortal Master? Are you an Immortal Master?" The proprietress was so frightened that her legs became weak, she tilted her body, and sat down on the ground.At this moment, in her eyes, Fenglian is not a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, but a demon who can slaughter herself at any time.

Feng Lian nodded, and as soon as the direction of the tree vine changed, she tied up the terrified girl beside her.

After picking up the vines, Feng Lian hugged the girl in her arms, feeling the coldness of her body, only to realize that what she was wearing was not a warm padded jacket at all, the old linen was stuffed with rotten cotton wool.So she lifted her cloak, wrapped the girl inside, and hugged her tightly again.

The author has something to say: Hahahaha

Now the entanglement between master ancestor and master wife has come hahahahaha