After the death of the master, the rebels treated me in the crematorium [Transmigration Book]

The two children hilariously laughed and said that Ruoming dug a hole for them to jump.

Ruoming didn't argue, just sat calmly and thoughtfully:

"In a mysterious place like Penglai Xiandao, any speculation is possible."

"It is said that there are many unexpected natural and earthly treasures on Xiandao, and their cultivation can be improved by leaps and bounds, but so far no one has been able to take them out."

Axi pulled up his sleeves and wiped his tears carelessly, his cheeks were sore from laughing, and complained: "That's all, you better stop teasing us."

Ruoming patted the folds of his clothes, stood up, and didn't argue with the child, just nodded, with a gentle tone:

"Then I'll go and see if the medicinal food is cooked, and you can eat later."

***

It wasn't until Ruo Ming prepared the medicinal food, wiped off the water from his hands, and walked out of the kitchen that he saw a person standing quietly under a tree not far away.

He was leaning against the tree trunk with the long sword in his arms, and his long hair was tied behind his head, which was gently lifted by the wind, which reminded Ruoming of the surprise he saw that day.

Her long hair is like a waterfall, her lips are like cherries, and her skin is like white porcelain.

At that time, he felt that Chiyu must have loved this person so badly that he could be the undisturbed Liu Xiahui.

If it were anyone in the world, he would be able to transform into a tiger and cheetah in no time, and he would only be satisfied by eating the other party.

Hearing Ruoming's footsteps, Fang Xingjian turned his head to the side. He didn't say politely until he walked in front of him:

"Thank you."

Ruoming also declined politely:

"It's okay, Gui Mei was too willful to cause you to be like this. This is my atonement."

Fang Xingjian was used to Ruoming's politeness, so he was less tactful, and said bluntly, "I want to go see Gui Mei."

Ruoming froze for a moment, then returned to normal, turned around and led him towards Guimei's bedroom.

Unexpectedly, he responded politely:

"That fire burned away her thousands of years of accumulation. For a ghost cultivator, the loss of Yin Ling is like falling into a realm and losing her cultivation base."

"She hasn't woken up yet, she seems to be trapped in her own demons, and I'm afraid she won't wake up for hundreds of years."

He added: "Chiyu also imprisoned her, even if she is awake, she is powerless to refine Yinling."

Fang Xingjian nodded, calm to the point of cruelty, as if he just casually mentioned:

"I heard that you are her face?"

Ruoming didn't feel ashamed, he didn't even stop walking, he still responded with a smile:

"Yes, I once fell into Ning'an Temple, and I also met her in the illusion."

He didn't finish his sentence, but Fang Xingjian also knew what the situation was, it was nothing more than Gui Mei who took a fancy to his appearance, and brought him back to the glazed pagoda, trapping his body and soul.

"Since she has no threat, why don't you leave?"

Ruoming led the way ahead, and slowly led Fang Xingjian towards Guimei's bedroom, the mark branded by the red jade on his forehead was still there.

To him, this is a fish on the chopping board, why bother to offend the sharp blade.

The footsteps of the two echoed in the corridor, and Ruoming, who had always been gentle and gentle, became a little low, and his voice no longer pretended to be soft, and even showed a bit of struggle and helpless resignation.

"Falling on her—"

"Although I didn't like this state at first, but later, I also felt that she was a poor person."

"Over the years, I have also been used to being by her side. Every time she catches someone she likes, she will kill them and turn them into ghosts in less than two days."

Ruoming laughed twice, his voice sounded a bit sad:

"Maybe it's my wishful thinking, and I don't intend to insult those who have passed away. It's just that I have lived for so long..."

"I also feel in my heart that maybe she has some affection for me."

Fang Xingjian couldn't see it, but he subconsciously felt that Ruoming's smile was a bit ugly.

When it came to emotional matters, he couldn't even make sense of it himself, let alone the thoughts of others.

I just feel that coincidence is really unpredictable. Gui Mei became a ghost cultivator because of a heartless person, but met Ruoming because of becoming a ghost cultivator.

Although Fang Xingjian doesn't like ghosts' way of seizing people's luck, but Guimei's downfall can be regarded as an explanation to the ghosts.

As for Ruoming, Fang Xingjian also saw that the living face-to-face servants in the glazed pagoda respected and admired him in the past few days.

It can be seen that although he has an active mind, he doesn't look like a gangster.

Even a succubus doesn't have to be exterminated.

Fang Xingjian is not good at dealing with people, but he should comfort the other party in this situation. He thought for a while, and could only say dryly:

"There are three thousand ways, and succubi can also do medical training. Maybe this is the way that suits you better."

On the contrary, Ruoming was amused by him, the gloom was swept away, and his tone became light again: "Thank you, Mr. Fang, for reminding me, I will think about it carefully."

After the words fell, the two had already walked to Gui Mei's room.

Fang Xingjian couldn't see it, and when he reached out his spiritual sense, he found that it was indeed Gui Mei lying on the bed, with a weak aura, exactly as Ruoming said, lingering on her last breath, trapped in an illusion by her heart demon.

Only then did he feel relieved.

After closing the door, he asked again: "Do you want to guard her, or do you want to go out?"

Leave the unpopular ghost town of Ning'an Temple.

Ruoming pursed his lips and smiled, instead of answering directly, he changed the subject and took out a beautiful storage bag from his sleeve.

It contained nothing else but the flower butterfly soil that several people were looking for so hard.

Huadietu is actually the life gate of ghosts.

The entire Ning'an Temple is a formation set up by Gui Mei, and now she is in a coma, and the formation has not yet opened, and she can only leave here by holding the flower butterfly soil.

He brought Fang Xingjian to the front of the teleportation array, explained in detail how to open the teleportation array one by one, asked about the destination, and kindly took out another bag, which contained the special currency of Xijincheng.

Fang Xingjian knew that he didn't want to talk about Gui Mei anymore, so he stopped talking too much. He only thanked him for his kindness, and still took the two bags into his hands.

Who would have thought that the flower butterfly soil could be obtained so easily in the end?

A life-and-death battle is not as good as Chiyu casually throwing karmic fire, Fang Xingjian nodded slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Ever since he met Chiyu, his Dao heart has never been stabilized. Fang Xingjian, who has been practicing hard for hundreds of years, encountered a problem in the Qi Refining Manual for the first time.

*The precursor of madness: Dao mind is in turmoil.

He hung the storage pouch around his waist, but his mood was a little heavy, as if he had fallen into the ground of a butterfly.

The lightly ringing bell reminded him all the time that there were indeed traitors in Lingyan Mountain.

Fang Xingjian's expression was a little gloomy. Something that had never been mentioned in the original novel unexpectedly led him to discover clues in Ning'an Temple.

If he is not Moxiu, then who is the real traitor?

****

A few days later, Fang Xingjian's body was mostly healed, and he brought Gong Wuyou and Axi to stand in front of the teleportation station.

This teleportation array is different from Wanchao City's. On the contrary, it can only be used at noon, when the sun is at its strongest.

He had explained clearly to Chiyu last night, and the little wolf dog was bored for a while, and finally Fang Xingjian patted his head to recover.

After staying in Ning'an Temple for almost half a month, Fang Xingjian's desire for strength became even stronger.

Ruoming changed into plain white clothes, with a long fan hanging by his side, and a high bunch of purple hair, like a gentle and elegant gentleman.

He injected demon energy into the teleportation array, saw the teleportation array glowing with a faint green light, and still smiled at the few people in the array.

The burning aura on the battlefield was separated by the green light of the teleportation array, Ruoming's aura slowly disappeared, and Axi beside him waved at him reluctantly.

In an instant, the figures of the three disappeared in the teleportation array.

Ruoming withdrew his gaze, and walked slowly towards the crystal-clear glazed pagoda, the long fan at his side bumped into his thighs intermittently.

The long white shirt looks like a filial piety at first glance.

In fact, the teleportation array is a bit particular. When you come to Ning'an Temple, the array will emit purple light, and when you go to Wanchao City, it will be golden, and when you go to Penglai Island, it will be light green.

Xijincheng is sea blue.

Ruoming with his hands behind his back, walked up the corridor like a leisurely stroll, and walked towards the ghostly room, but Zhou Yunyi's appearance was in his mind.

Zhou Yunyi was forcibly trained by Gui Mei to become a ghost cultivator.

However, his talent is actually much better than the Gui Mei of the Lord of the City.

However, Zhou Yunyi's relationship is weak, and he doesn't have a deep hatred for Guimei, but he values ​​Ning'an Temple more.

The reason why he can become a ghost is not only because of the ghost's fascination with slaughtering the city, but also because this land is originally a place of extreme darkness.

A good place to raise spirits.

However, now that all the Yin spirits have been burned clean, Zhou Yunyi needs enough dead people to strengthen his strength.

Ruoming still remembered the man's sinister eyes.

In the middle of the night that day, he personally sent Zhou Yunyi to the teleportation array.

The man was standing in the teleportation array, staring straight at himself.

The teleportation array emits a blue light that belongs to Xijin City.

Zhou Yunyi didn't look like a weak scholar anymore, instead he had the madness of a high-ranking person, raised his eyebrows and looked at Ruoming:

"Remember your nomination certificate, when I come back with the Yin soldiers, I hope you have dealt with it."

Ruoming just smiled, with a sincere expression: "Naturally."

Zhou Yunyi's eyes were still fixed on him, and he didn't leave him for a moment, until the figure disappeared completely, and the lingering eyes disappeared.

Ruoming came back to his senses, and had already walked to the door of Gui Mei's room.

Thinking of the faint green light emitted by the teleportation array when Fang Xingjian and the others left, he couldn't help but smile knowingly.

He wanted to make it easier for Zhou Yunyi to refine Yin spirits, and the weakest Xijin City was the best choice, so how could he let them bother him?

He reached out to open the door, creaking.

The sun shines into the dark room and shines on the fair face of the little girl on the bed, her long eyelashes curled up, like a porcelain doll who doesn't know much about the world.

Ruoming sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to gently stroke Gui Mei's forehead hair, his tone was as warm and soft as ever: "Mei'er, do you know where you lost him?"

He moved very slowly, and the sparks planted by the red jade on his forehead were flickering.

On the bed, she closed her eyes spookily, as if she was being attacked in a dream. Strange veins gradually appeared under her skin, and the blood deeds covered her entire well-behaved face, which turned horrifying.

The imprint on Ruoming's forehead disappeared and landed between Guimei's brows.

It was as bright as the day and the sun, and it burned until the three souls and seven souls.

Ruo Ming heaved a sigh of relief, looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, and stretched out his hands compassionately to straighten out the ghostly messy hair. Looking at her struggling expression, he couldn't help showing a half-smile.

"Live, Meier."

"Live to bear more suffering for me."