Chapter 318: White Clothes Reappear
Lu Changan looked thoughtful and came out of retreat alone.
Splash!
Beside the cave pool, Yun Ling, wearing a white dress, pursed her pink lips, her eyes were dazed without focus, and her little feet splashed water carelessly.
"Mr. Xu, you are out of retreat."
Yun Ling's eyes were clear, her eyebrows were slightly raised, and she stood up and bowed gracefully.
She subconsciously looked behind Lu Changan and couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
"The big turtle is still in retreat, practicing the secret art of spirit beasts. Wait a little longer..."
Lu Changan saw what she was thinking.
A few years ago, Yun Ling broke through the small realm and successfully entered the middle stage of foundation building.
"Yeah."
Yun Lingxing responded lightly, although she was worried, she didn't ask more questions.
After so many years of close contact with the big turtle, she couldn't help but notice something:
The big turtle's spirituality, the strange and nourishing bubble bath, is not like an ordinary water arrow turtle.
Her skin is delicate and tender, better than when she was a girl, and her root bone constitution, and even her flexibility, are getting better and better.
Even the female cultivators of Xuanyin Pavilion were very envious and asked Yunling for maintenance tips.
Bang bang!
In the underground secret room, the black water turtle hit the door with its head, making a sound to show its dissatisfaction.
Its dark green and deep eyes were no longer simply cute, but faintly showed a hint of irritability and murderous intent.
Recently, Lu Changan did not allow it to meet Yunling.
The reason is that the water spells cast by the black water turtle and the fluctuations of demonic power contain the characteristics of Yinsha coldness and heavy water magic.
Before it can control its bloodline talent and cast pure and harmless water spells, it cannot meet Yunling.
If it were the previous black water turtle, it would be difficult to do this.
It is necessary to accurately control the power of bloodline to maintain the image of a pure water arrow turtle or black water turtle.
However, only three months have passed.
The black water turtle came out of retreat and was able to control the transformed bloodline ability and cast pure water and wood spells.
Lu Changan had tested that the attacking ability of the black water turtle had at least reached the average level of the heavenly bloodline, and its combat power was much stronger than before.
There were gains and losses.
The healing and nourishing ability of the black water turtle had decreased by 20% to 30%.
But it was limited to human cultivators, and remained unchanged for monsters.
On the contrary, its nourishing ability for the Xuantian gourd vine had improved.
"Big turtle!"
Yun Ling's eyes were moist, her smile was bright, and she opened her arms happily.
The big turtle was too big, so she could only hold its head against her chest.
The irritability in the black water turtle's eyes calmed down, and it stretched its head obediently and rubbed it intimately.
Some water stains soaked the girl's skirt.
Yun Ling's delicate and fair face was moist and red. Realizing that something was wrong, she took off her shoes and sat cross-legged on the back of the big turtle.
Lu Changan, wearing a green shirt, stood with his hands behind his back and nodded secretly.
After the bloodline was improved, the black water turtle's temperament changed due to the influence of the innate turbid air.
After a few days of observation.
Lu Changan confirmed that Yunling's company and comfort helped the black water turtle's psychological growth.
There was no need to worry about the ground rock rat, as its temperament had not changed much.
The ground rock rat's earth escape talent, earth spells, speed, and close combat had all improved slightly.
In addition, it was better at hiding than before, and it was difficult to be detected when it hid underground or ambushed.
In the past, the ground rock rat only learned to hide after birth and used it all year round. Now, it has more talent in this area.
...
Another month passed.
The condition of the black water turtle stabilized. The ground rock rat did not show any abnormality.
Lu Changan was relieved.
Congenital turbid air is even harmful to most human cultivators. Although it is good for monsters, it is inevitable that there will be some negative effects.
On this day, Lu Changan called Yunling over alone.
"Ling'er, the big turtle and I are going to go back to the Weidao League. You can go home for a year or two to reunite with your grandma and brother."
Lu Changan said his arrangements.
Yun Ling nodded and promised that she would return to Heyuan Oasis every two or three years.
Fang Zhen had been dead for many years, and the biggest threat to the descendants of Lihuo Palace no longer existed, and they began to develop steadily in the outer clan alliance area.
The Shanshui Manor where Lu Changan once practiced has now established a cultivation family called "Duanshi".
Perhaps for protection, or for other considerations, Grandma Yun did not let the Yun brothers and sisters change their surnames.
Three days later.
Lu Changan took Yun Ling and set off, riding a simple, low-key chariot magic weapon, the dark green carriage, isolated from the wind and sand outside.
After flying thousands of miles, a woman in a green skirt wearing a veil joined the chariot magic weapon halfway.
Lu Changan and the woman in the green skirt looked at each other and nodded, but did not speak.
Yun Ling could only see the hazy face. Except for her beautiful figure, which was impeccable, her appearance and temperament were not outstanding.
The chariot magic weapon arrived at the cloud layer above Heyuan Oasis.
Yun Ling bowed and said goodbye to Lu Changan.
Before leaving, she couldn't help but look at the veiled woman in a green skirt again.
"Xiaoling, this girl, is really getting more and more beautiful. She has such a beautiful bone. I want to take her as my personal disciple."
The green skirt woman didn't speak until Yunling left. The sound of pearls falling on a jade plate seemed to be lingering with beautiful string music, which made people happy.
The seemingly ordinary female cultivator in a green skirt was actually the Fairy Ni Yue, the first female cultivator in the outer sect alliance to reach the Dan stage.
"She has entered the way of talismans and has no energy to practice music."
Lu Changan said expressionlessly.
The green skirt woman laughed, "I was just testing you. You seem to be protecting a treasure! You've revealed your true colors, right?"
"Master Xu, are you trying to plant and cultivate a peerless beauty in advance? When I am old and ugly in the future, you will replace her..."
Fairy Niyue's eyes were soft and charming, as if she had a hint of resentment.
"Master Niyue Pavilion is now known as the most beautiful woman in Feng Yuan Kingdom. Is she so unsure of herself?"
Lu Changan chuckled.
It's not easy for him to develop this habit.
From the perspective of return on investment, the cost-effectiveness of cultivation is very low.
In the process of growing up, you need to invest a lot of time and financial resources, and you also need to protect it from prying eyes.
If you succeed in the end, you might be able to benefit others and get picked off.
For example, Fairy Niyue is a typical example. It takes hundreds of years to see such a peerless beauty with a clear heart.
Therefore, Lu Changan did not invest much in Xia Wenyue and sent him to a higher and broader stage.
One month later.
The chariot magic weapon left Feng Yuan Kingdom, passed through the endless desert, and approached the territory of the Wei Dao Alliance.
Lu Changan couldn't help but stare at Fairy Niyue's veil.
"Xu Daxiu, please rest assured that my identity will not be exposed, nor will I act without authorization. This time I am accompanying you to Liang Country. I just want to revisit the old place and find out the whereabouts of Liu Qingyan."
Fairy Niyue smiled sweetly and promised.
After that, she used her secret technique to add a layer of restrictions on the veil.
Lu Changan nodded with satisfaction.
…
A few months ago, Lu Changan calculated that the lifespan of his old friends and juniors with whom he was bound in the past was approaching the end of his life.
One of them has less than half a year to live and is now approaching his deathbed.
Lu Changan decided to return to Liang Kingdom.
What you do is not limited to this.
There are two other things.
First, the puppets in the late third level involve a lot of high-level rare materials, and they are still a bit poor at the moment.
Lu Changan has plenty of financial resources, but it takes a long time to gather complete materials, and some rare materials have to be tried by luck.
Such progress is still possible with the help of Xuanyin Pavilion and Xingyue Chamber of Commerce.
It is limited to the outer sect alliance and has great limitations.
It just so happened that the Wei Dao Alliance was in a truce, and in the high-level fairy city there, Yuanying had more power, which was helpful for collecting materials.
The second thing is the traces of Xuantian Gourd Vine, a hidden danger.
With Lu Changan's Nascent Soul stage vision, he analyzed the changes in the Xuanteng that day, and thought that there might be more than one of them in the world.
After the withered mysterious fruit falls to the ground, other mysterious vines may also have a chance.
However, the gourd vine he owns has absorbed the nutrients from Xuantian's relics, so the advantage should be greater.
When Xuanteng was obtained from the mysterious space at the core of the ancient ruins, Master Shixianzi said that he would use a formation to pry it to collapse.
Later, this ruins was blocked by the sect headed by the Jinyang Sect of the Liang Kingdom. Only the disciples of the sect could enter it to experience and explore for treasures.
Lu Changan did not have enough cultivation in his early years and had no chance to enter again.
Now that his magical power has greatly increased, he wants to confirm with Shi Xianzi again and enter the core of the ruins to investigate possible clues and traces.
The probability of the theory's existence is very low, and this is just for peace of mind.
Shi Xianzi is another person whose longevity is approaching the end.
She is a little better and has seven or eight years left to live.
A fake Dan real person can normally live to be about three hundred years old.
During the foundation-building stage of Master Shixianzi, a ban was planted in the Sea of Consciousness by the fake elixir master. Later, he managed to break it through some tricks, but suffered backlash and lost his memory for a time.
That kind of experience shortened her lifespan, and she could only form fake elixirs in the future.
After entering the Liang Kingdom.
Lu Changan did not go to see Master Shixianzi immediately, but flew to the direction of Feiyue Lake.
Fairy Niyue already knew Lu Changan's identity. With her clear eyes like moonlight, she stared at the land of Liang Kingdom below, where things were changing and people were changing. Her mind was ups and downs.
When passing through Wuqi Mountain.
Lu Changan paused for a moment, and his consciousness scanned the small turtle peak below.
Guan Qiaozhi's mausoleum is still outside the cave, and she is respected as the grandmother by the Qi family.
Qi Feng, who is over 160 years old, has reached the peak of his cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building and already looks like an old man with white eyebrows in his fifties.
At this age and cultivation level, there is no hope of forming an elixir, even if it is a fake elixir.
Lu Changan vaguely saw the shadow of Qi Jingyun, the leader of the "Nujiang Gang" in this life, from the white-browed old man.
Today, Xiaogui Peak has become the spiritual residence of the Qi clan and the bodyguards.
Qifeng bought the right to use Xiaogui Peak for two hundred years and paid it in two installments. In the future, if there are enough spiritual stones, he can buy it out completely.
Such preferential treatment is partly due to the extra care given by Jinyun Valley.
The other is due to luck.
In the second half of the Demonic War in the past few years, the major sects consumed massive resources to pay for the casualties, and were once in urgent need of spiritual stones.
Therefore, we can dispose of it cheaply, rent and sell some properties, and obtain more spiritual stone reserves by extending the lease period.
Lu Changan left not long ago.
Qi Feng, an old man with white eyebrows, opened a letter and sighed after reading the contents.
The foundation-building ancestor once took care of Grandpa Lu because of his affection.
Not long after, Qifeng rushed to Feiyue Lake with his most qualified grandson.
…
Feiyue Lake Mujia, the hinterland of Yuexin Island.
Many people from the Mu clan gathered in front of a cave with beautiful scenery.
These Mu monks are from the elder generation of the Mu family and have nothing to do with Li Erqing's lineage.
Since the death of Li Erqing and the demonic war, the Mu family has been declining day by day. It is not as good as the one branch and three foundations in its heyday.
Today, there are only two foundation-building monks in the Mu family, and one of them has reached the end of his life.
Most of the monks in front of the Mu family's ancestor's cave had sad faces.
At this moment, a powerful aura escaped from the light and headed straight towards Feiyue Lake.
The invisible alchemy and spiritual pressure moved the Mu family monks and raised their heads.
The owner of the escaping light was a middle-aged fake Dan Zhenren wearing a tall crown. He was serious and had the dignity of a superior.
"Meet Zhenren Li!"
"Meet the ancestor of the Li family of Xuemei Mountain!"
The cultivators of the Mu family all greeted him with respect.
The current head of the Mu family, 'Mu Changxiu', a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, hurried out of the cave to greet him.
He was the only offspring left by Mu Bingyun.
"Zhenren Li's visit has brought glory to Feiyue Lake."
Mu Changxiu was dressed in a white long collar, elegant and handsome, but at this moment he looked flattered and bowed deeply to the escaping light above.
The middle-aged man with a tall crown in front of him was the ancestor of the Li family of Xuemei Mountain - Li Congren.
Among the descendants of Li Erqing, he was the first Zhenren in history.
"Brother Changxiu, there is no need for such a heavy gift."
Li Congren spoke in a gentle tone and waved his sleeves.
In terms of seniority, Li Congren and Mu Changxiu are of the same generation, but the former is older.
When Li Congren's escape light fell, there were two young people, a man and a woman, accompanying him. They were in the foundation-building stage and the eighth level of Qi refining respectively.
The two young people were both descendants that Li Congren favored.
"Master Li, please come in."
Mu Changxiu raised his hand respectfully and invited Li Congren and the other two to enter his mother's cave.
The old cultivators of the Mu family present felt mixed emotions when they saw the humble attitude of the head of the family flattering and smiling.
More than a hundred years ago, after the two branches of the Mu family split, they never expected this day.
After a few decades of prosperity, the Mu family began to decline.
The Xuemeishan Li family, which established its own family, gave birth to Master Jiadan, and became a famous family in the Liang Kingdom's cultivation world.
When Mu Bingyun passed away, the surrounding forces coveted the existing industry of Feiyue Lake.
Now, the Mu family has to curry favor with the Xuemeishan Li family, hoping to get the protection of the Xuemeishan Li family through marriage.
This is why Mu Changxiu was flattered and respectful.
"Alas, the ashes of the second ancestor should not have been divided half to the Xuemeishan Li family in the early years! It ruined the feng shui of the Mu family!"
An old man from the Mu family, who was about to be buried, watched this scene from a distance, feeling annoyed and angry.
The missing turtle master's intervention in the past was really biased!
"The world rises and falls. Do you really think that half a jar of ashes can determine the fortune of Feiyue Lake..."
A calm voice sounded in the ears of the old man from the Mu family.
"Who? Who is talking?"
The old man from the Mu family shuddered and looked around, but there was no one.
He gasped and fell to the ground, in shock. The voice just now seemed to be just an auditory hallucination.
...
Yuexin Island, the cave of the old ancestor of the Mu family.
"How is Aunt Bing?"
Li Congren asked.
"She is dying, her blood is drying up, and she is too weak to be nourished. She only has the last bit of magic power left..."
Mu Changxiu's voice was low, a little sad, but not extremely sad.
Because Mu Bingyun lived to be 210 years old, the family was preparing for a happy funeral.
Several people came to Mu Bingyun's bedroom and lowered their voices.
"Mother, Master Li is here."
Mu Changxiu came to his mother's bed, bowed and called softly.
On the bed, there was a female cultivator with silver hair, but her face was maintained at about 40 years old. She was wearing delicate makeup, with beautiful facial features, and at first glance, she looked like a sleeping beauty who had reversed time.
Seeing this scene, Li Congren was stunned, and couldn't help but think of a rumor from the previous generation.
He raised his hand to signal the two young descendants to be silent.
Hearing the voice, the silver-haired female cultivator opened her eyes with difficulty, and when she saw Li Congren, her tired and weak eyes flashed a hint of disappointment.
"Congren, wait until I leave, please..."
Mu Bingyun reluctantly chatted with Li Congren for a few words, then closed her eyes again.
She was too weak, and she persisted with the last bit of obsession.
Li Congren turned around and sighed.
He could see that although Mu Bingyun had a happy ending, she was unhappy before her death, and there was still a trace of regret in her heart.
Just now, Mu Bingyun seemed to want to ask him something, but she didn't speak, as if she lacked the courage.
Li Congren knew what Aunt Bing wanted to ask, and that was the answer he wanted to know.
The life and death of that person was a mystery in the Liang Kingdom's immortal cultivation world.
"Lu...Uncle Lu..."
There was a sudden exclamation from behind, and Mu Bingyun's old voice was a few points higher.
Li Congren, Mu Changxiu and the other four couldn't help but look back.
I saw Mu Bingyun's trembling dry white palms grabbing something in the air.
The silent and turbid eyes, like a lit candle, showed a touch of brightness.
It was as if she had returned to the graceful and lonely maid on Xiaogui Peak.
However, in the eyes of the four people, there was nothing in front of Mu Bingyun's bed.
"Did Mu Laozu have hallucinations when he was dying?"
The two young men and women accompanying Li Congren looked at each other and exchanged glances.
Li Congren, who only had the cultivation of fake elixir, suddenly changed his expression and opened his mouth.
His consciousness detected a layer of invisible transparent ripples that isolated the senses of the outside world.
In the transparent ripples.
A familiar figure in white stood in front of Mu Bingyun's bed.
The man in white was still young, unmoved by honor and disgrace, immortal, and unaffected by the changes of time.
The man in white held the hand of the silver-haired old man, smiling, and whispered something to Mu Bingyun, who was in the last moments of life.
"Uncle Lu... Xiaogui Peak... I wish to be in the next life..."
At the moment of death, Mu Bingyun's face relaxed, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised. She finally got what she wanted and fulfilled her last wish.
Finally, the man in white stroked her closed eyes with his palm, and his expression showed no obvious joy or sadness.
"The fortune of the Mu family in Feiyue Lake ends here..."
The man in white stood up, pondered for a moment, calculated with his fingers, and frowned slightly.
During this period, he glanced at Li Congren and others.
"Grandpa, what are you doing..."
The two young men in Xuemei Mountain were surprised.
The ancestor of the Li family, the fake Dan Zhenren, looked solemn and respectful. He said nothing, but bowed in front of the bed and did not get up for a long time.