Xianjun's stand-in ran away

Wei Lan hadn't seen Lu Mingsi for half a month since the quarrel happened.

But in his eyes, this is very normal.

After all... a person as proud as Lu Mingsi, who was kicked out by someone pointing his nose, how could he bear such anger?

The basalt formation guarding the back mountain had been closed again at some point, and the monks stationed at the back mountain passage returned to their old positions again.

It seems that the turmoil in the outside world should have completely calmed down.

Although the hood that the idlers are not allowed to enter is gone, the air in the back mountain is getting duller and more oppressive every day. This is not a spiritual feeling, but an invisible coercion that is imposed on the back mountain. mid-air.

In the dormitory, Wei Lan pushed open the window and saw a layer of foggy rain clouds in the sky.

This rain cloud rose from nowhere three days ago, born from the void, and enveloped the entire back mountain.

However, the magic circle that Lu Ming had deployed in the back mountain to change the sky had no effect on the rain cloud.

Wei Lan knew that it was because Lu Mingsi's immortality... was inevitable.

And the reason why the celestial phenomena changed so quickly was probably because he went to find that furnace called Lin Huan again.

A deep cough suddenly sounded from the dormitory, Wei Lan coughed violently, her body trembled slightly and she bent down, grasping the window with her fingers so hard that they turned white, supporting her body that was sliding down.

The feeling of suffocation in the lung cavity that could not breathe air made Wei Lan's eyes clouded with mist, and his vision became blurred.

Although his body was in great pain, he felt a long-lost sense of relief in his heart.

soon, soon...

As long as we last until the day when the Nine Heavens Indestructible Calamity comes, all this can be ended.

The corners of Wei Lan's lips curled up slightly, but before that smile could form, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

The bright red petals bloomed on the ground, splashed, and stained the snow-white skirt, like a red plum in full bloom.

Under the window sill, a Youtan plant in a flower pot also dripped a few drops of bright red.The snow-white buds that hadn't reached the flowering period suddenly bloomed layer by layer, and they were in full bloom.

The sandalwood fragrance spread out leisurely, covering the somewhat peculiar smell in Wei Lan's blood.

He stared at the blooming Youtan in a daze.

Fucked, overfed...

Wei Lan has always been aware that her own blood is a great tonic for plants, which seems to be caused by the special nature of the Wu Clan god son, but if it is too much, it may not be a good thing.

Flourishing to the point of decline, this Utan... is about to lose.

And when Bai Xia came to look for Lu Mingsi in a hurry, what he saw was such a scene.

The beauty coughs up blood, and the epiphyllum decays.

Everything is in the blink of an eye.

When she came in, the strangely blooming epiphyllum withered away at a speed visible to the naked eye. Petals that were as pure as snow withered and fell, withered and yellowed, and fell to the ground in a whirl, soaked in blood. In the end, it turned into a shocking bright red.

Bai Xia stopped in her tracks, staring blankly at Wei Lan who was bending over to pick up flowers, and after a long time, she called tremblingly: "Lan Lan..."

Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid that if she was a little louder, the person in front of her would wither like that flower in an instant.

Wei Lan's ears twitched, she turned her head, and smiled palely: "Sister, you're back."

——He knew that Bai Xia was sent by Lu Mingsi to solve the evil troubles in the Southwest. Since she came back, it must mean that everything in the outside world is at peace.

That's fine.

In this way, Lu Mingsi can concentrate on dealing with the Undying Tribulation without worrying about being taken advantage of by villains.

Wei Lan's brows and eyes are slightly curved, her eyes are like water, and the flashes are full of gentle emotions.

Frightened by him, Bai Xia carefully entered the bedroom step by step, walked up to him, looked at the blood on the ground, hesitated to speak: "Lan Lan, you... what's wrong?"

Wei Lan unhurriedly picked up all the petals one by one, then cut open the soil of the flowerpot, buried the petals in it, and covered the soil again.

His face was pale, but his movements were calm and leisurely, calming down Bai Xia's anxiety and worry.

Although Wei Lan's voice was weak, it carried a reassuring certainty: "Sister Xia, do you know... How old am I this year?"

More than 100...?

Bai Xia was stunned for a moment, not knowing why he asked this.

Fortunately, Wei Lan didn't really want to hear her answer.

He turned his head, and the amber eyes glowed: "Sister, I am already 110 years old. According to the age of ordinary people, I am the same as this Youtan... the age to be buried."

There was a "buzz" in Bai Xia's mind, leaving nothing but a blank space, and subconsciously retorted: "But...but you are the son of the Wu Clan... For the past hundred years, your appearance has not changed at all..."

Wei Lan touched her cheek subconsciously, feeling a little helpless: "Although my status as a god son of the Wu clan has brought me something special, in the final analysis, I am just a mortal..."

"Sister Xia, what they... those people said are not wrong, I am different from you... After all, I am just a mortal, a mortal who will grow old and die."

Wei Lan's voice has a kind of tenderness with resilience, deep but full of calmness to accept everything.

Those monks looked down on him, but Wei Lan had never looked down on herself.

He never felt ashamed of being...mortal.

Bai Xia felt a tearing dull pain in her heart, but Wei Lan's calm tone of course forced her to accept this fact.

People always have to face some unacceptable and unacceptable situations. Bai Xia is a smart person. She is just unwilling to accept the reality for a while, but it is not that she has never imagined this day.

She can take it, but...

"Ami...does he know?" Bai Xia looked at Wei Lan.

She dared to assure Wei Lan that Lu Mingsi never imagined the day when Wei Lan would leave—he dared not.

Wei Lan smiled silently, did not answer, but changed the topic: "Sister Xia, can I ask you something?"

Knowing that he didn't want to answer, Bai Xia was silent for a moment and made her own choice.

She said firmly: "You say, I will do it."

"If I really leave...can you help me take care of the Wu Clan? Ah, yes...and the little cuties in the house may also be entrusted to you..."

Wei Lan's eyes were crystal clear, full of expectation, her fingers brushed the branches and leaves of Youtan, and there was nostalgia on her face that she didn't realize.

"..." Bai Xia, "Okay."

What should she say?What can she say?

Bai Xia didn't know.

After getting her promise, the light in Wei Lan's eyes gradually settled down, as if he knew what he was going to face long ago, and arranged the funeral orderly bit by bit.

"Thank you." Wei Lan paused for a moment before turning to business: "You came here in a hurry to find your lord?"

Only then did Bai Xia vaguely remember that the reason why she rushed here was because she had something to report to Lu Mingsi.

——She went to the boundary of the land where the gray spots were displayed on the map of the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, and inspected the nearby Wu clan territory, but found nothing abnormal.

But when she returned to the Tianji Hall and checked the map of the Sun, Moon, Mountains and Rivers, she found that the gray spot next to the southern border hadn't disappeared...instead it had grown bigger.

Bai Xia didn't know what that meant.

Seeing the worry in Bai Xia's eyes, Wei Lan was a little confused.

Did some accident happen?

He didn't ask anything because he knew it wouldn't help him at all.

But it doesn't matter, no matter what the accident, as long as Lu Ming has successfully survived the eternal calamity... then all the troubles will be nothing to mention.

Wei Lan pointed to the west: "Since there is something to do, then hurry up...he's at Lin Wang's place."

It was at Lin Wang's place...

Bai Xia was stunned, and didn't know what to say.

They all knew what Lu Mingsi was doing with Lin Wang.

"Sister Xia," Wei Lan showed a kind of indifference to this matter, his eyes were blazing, he stretched out his index finger to his lips, and made a shush gesture: "What happened today...don't tell your lord .”

Bai Xia's lips moved, then closed again, forming a line.

She wanted to ask why, but she didn't ask.

But, she couldn't help thinking, the Immortal Minghui who has always claimed to be in control of everything... really understands his wife and what he wants to do?

In the side hall, Lin Huan's face was pale, and he endured Lu Mingsi's spiritual power raging in his body like a bone-scraping steel knife.

——Half a month ago, Immortal Minghui suddenly barged in with a livid face. Before Lin Wang could be happy, he was dragged by Lu Mingsi and began to forcibly double cultivation.

Only this time, Lu Mingsi was no longer gentle, the spiritual power that was so powerful that it could destroy everything poured into his body like a huge storm, and then took his spiritual power unscrupulously.

Fifteen days of sleepless nights, if not for Lin Huan, who is also considered a modest cultivator, he might not be able to endure it long ago.

After going through such a double cultivation, Lin Wang realized how naive his scheme with Master Jinhua was.

It turns out that even if you don't rely on yin and yang intercourse, it's just the least effective spiritual power exchange... you can do this step.

As long as one of them is strong enough.

Lu Mingsi's eyes were still gloomy and cold, as if a vortex that could destroy everything was brewing.

Lin Huan's consciousness was drowsy, and he vaguely felt that he was going to die like this?

——His spiritual power is on the verge of exhaustion, and his will is about to collapse, but the domineering spiritual power is still swimming in his meridians. Every time a drop of spiritual power is produced, the spiritual power will swarm up like sharks that share food, carve up everything do.

Until no more spiritual power can be forced.

Lin Wang suddenly felt endless fear.

Such a man, he actually thought... that he could control him with his physical relationship?How ridiculous is this idea?

Is he dying?I'm delusional.

He felt the pain of cramping and scraping bones, but at this moment, he suddenly remembered that beautiful face that was blurred by time...

He kept calling him Mrs., but he knew his first name.

His name is Wei Lan.

Facing a man like Lu Mingsi, Wei Lan's life...would be hard, right?

The corners of Lin Zhuang's lips suddenly curved, and the aura that had been supported by the will to revenge suddenly dissipated.

It turned out that they were all the same, but helpless wretches.

That being the case, let him... take a step first.

Lin Wang closed his eyes, a faint layer of deep red oozes from his skin, as if the flesh and blood are surging to break the skin.

Fortunately, all this will eventually come to an end, Lu Mingsi did not intend to kill him.

Lu Mingsi lowered his eyes and held his breath, the next moment, the aura like countless swords, like a hundred birds returning to their nests, rushed back along the meridians in the palms of Lin Huo and Lu Mingsi.

Lin Huan's body shook twice, unable to hold on any longer, and fell to the ground.

On the opposite side of the jade case, Lu Mingsi closed his eyes, his hands interlaced and hung above his dantian, the spiritual power with a cold breath was like a school of fish swimming in the bottom of the sea, swimming quickly in his meridians, swimming through one extreme after another Tiny cracks healed the previous hidden wounds one by one, and finally countless schools of fish gathered towards the crack that could never be healed deep in the meridian, and bumped into it desperately.

The red aura of destruction was shattered by the icy spiritual power, and then disappeared.

——The last dark wound has finally completely healed.

Lu Mingsi opened his eyes, the eyes glistened, and the cold aura suddenly entered his body.

He let out a breath, but his brows were still furrowed.

——Dual cultivation with Qianyin's ice soul and body can heal his irreparable old wounds, but it can't do anything about his mixed aura.

Or it can be said that dual cultivation... made his originally purified spiritual power become mixed again.

But, no problem.

Lu Mingsi's eyes were cold and solemn, and his heart was calm.

It's just pain... He has long been used to patience.

With the change of his breath, the sky outside suddenly became dark.

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The author has something to say:

(a small theater unrelated to the main text)

Lu Mingsi: The team is starting, the team is starting!The high-difficulty dungeon of Immortal Tribulation, if you still want to get in the car, hurry up!

System: Nurse Lin Zhu has been kicked out of the team.

System: Assist Bai Xia to join the team.

System: Assassin Wei Lan joins the team.

Lu Mingsi:?

Wei Lan: ... (Can this damn system beep be turned off?)

PS: The assassin's skill in many games is self-destruct. :)