Li Fuyue's injuries were worse than Ning Qingmo thought, and she had reached her limit at that time.

He was just about to say something, but the next moment he fell directly into Ning Qingmo's arms.

In an instant, Mei Xiang came to Ning Qingmo.

When the man came to his senses, Li Fuyue had already fainted in his arms, subconsciously muttering: "Qing Mo, don't worry...With me here, Chenghuang will definitely not hurt anyone..."

Hearing his name, Cheng Huang rubbed Li Fuyue's neck aggrievedly.

"Well, I know." Ning Qingmo whispered in his ear.

Hearing these words, Li Fuyue finally fell into a deep sleep with peace of mind.

Ning Qingmo couldn't help but look down at Li Fuyue.

Jianxiu, who is in a state of madness, loses his mind, is brutal and bloodthirsty, and even the qi on the natal spirit sword will become turbid.

At this time, Li Fenglan didn't go crazy, he looked no different from before.

They have known each other for thousands of years, but Ning Qingmo has never seen such a fragile Li Fuyue.

Especially in the last hundred years, Li Fuyue has already become a symbol of the highest strength in the cultivation world.

He has learned how to pretend to be strong.

Ning Qingmo is famous in the comprehension world for his flair, whenever he meets Li Fuyue, he can't help but tease him and see him blush.

But at this moment, the flustered person was replaced by Ning Qingmo.

He subconsciously hugged Li Fuyue, ignored the little fox who kept baring his teeth at him, and walked into the house facing the wind and snow.

Along the way, his heart beat faster and faster.

Of course Ning Qingmo knew what this feeling meant, but the more experienced in Fengyue field, the less he would care about such emotions.

Even what Ning Qingmo is best at is deceiving and playing with emotions—this is something Li Fuyue never knew.

The man gently put Li Fuyue on the bed, and tucked the quilt for him very gently.

"Wow—" Cheng Huang, who followed him into the room, kept baring his teeth at Ning Qingmo. The man glanced at it lightly, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch the back of Cheng Huang's neck and lifted it up.

Cheng Huang was more seriously injured than Li Li Fuyue, and after being lifted up by Ning Qingmo, he could only bark his teeth at him like an ordinary fox.

"Ancient ferocious beast?" Ning Qingmo smiled disdainfully, then let go of her hand and let it fall heavily to the ground.

"Woo woo woo..."

The man in the blue brocade robe just opened the door and went out. Cheng Huang sobbed and jumped onto the bed, gently rubbed against his master, and coiled himself into a ball to warm Li Fuyue's neck.

One person and one beast cuddled up to sleep like this, it looked a bit pitiful from a distance.

After walking out the door, the smile on Ning Qingmo's face disappeared, and he took out a sound transmission talisman from the universe bag.

Little Taoist, you shouldn't believe me.

There is no difference between me and those people...

Ning Qingmo believed that Li Fuyue did intend to control Chenghuang so that he would not hurt others.

But at the same time, he thought—even if Li Fuyue said that she was there, Cheng Huang would not hurt anyone. But ferocious beasts are inherently evil, how can a monk control this?

It is only a matter of time before the ancient ferocious beasts do harm to the world.

Even if Li Fuyue went mad again, Li Fuyue couldn't even control herself.

Everything he did was for the cultivation world.

Ning Qingmo convinced himself, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and activated the sound transmission talisman, and transmitted Li Fuyue's movements to the people from Xuanqingmen.

…

Ning Qingmo ended his memories. When he made that decision, he thought that the story between himself and Li Fuyue would end here.

Before this, Ning Qingmo always felt that the relationship between himself and Li Fuyue was as flat as water and dispensable.

And Li Fuyue is just one of his thousands of friends.

But never expected that from that day on, their real entanglement officially began.

After more than a thousand years, Ning Qingmo finally knew that Li Fuyue really cast a categorical spell on Chenghuang, making it unable to attack humans.

On the cliff of Tianmian Palace, Ning Qingmo's heart became more and more chaotic.

His betrayal in the past can no longer be at ease.

He even couldn't help thinking—is Li Fuyue's other crimes really as people say?

Ning Qingmo was in a state of confusion, another string of the pipa in his arms broke, and a piercing scream fell, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

All the experts present looked at each other in blank dismay. They didn't know why Ning Qingmo had such a big reaction after hearing this sentence.

Only Meng Linzhou gave him a cold look and said, "What? Is Ning Xianzun scared?"

Fear?

For a while, Li Fenglan was a little confused about what kind of brain circuit this traitor was.

When everyone's eyes fell on him, Meng Linzhou said disdainfully: "People who weren't you besieged my master and this fierce beast back then? It's because he once regarded you as a friend."

friend?

Hearing these two words, Li Fenglan almost laughed out loud.

He had indeed regarded Ning Qingmo as a friend.

As for Ning Qingmo... They have known each other for thousands of years, and their relationship is certainly not all fake.

In the final analysis, Li Fenglan overlooked one thing - she only has one friend like Ning Qingmo, but the other party has friends all over the world, and he is just one of them!

Today, he lost this one for profit, but there are dozens of hundreds of them around, which is completely a profit-making business for Ning Qingmo.

Simple, I was really too simple back then.

This is the result of listening too much to the master's words and not leaving the sect before conceiving a baby.

While Li Fenglan was thinking wildly, the traitor continued to mock and ridicule Ning Qingmo.

"Now that I heard the existence of the 'Determinant Curse', I realized that I misunderstood him at the beginning. You are vomiting blood and breaking the string. Is it because you are afraid that Master will turn into a ghost and come to claim your life in the middle of the night?"

"Meng Xianzun!" This time, even Jiang Yichang, the head of the sect, couldn't help yelling.

Meng Linzhou's mouth is completely useless.

The disciples of the Law Hall were all stunned.

They could no longer tell whether Meng Linzhou was speaking for his master or scolding him.

Logically speaking, seeing Meng Linzhou angry with Jiang Yichang, he should be happy.

But now Li Fenglan's mind is full of thoughts - this traitor actually cursed himself to become a ghost?

Meng Linzhou glanced at the head of the sect, but did not stop because of Jiang Yichang's scolding.

He suddenly smiled and said: "That's right, I'm afraid I misunderstood you. After all, my master Li Fuyue... has been wiped out for many years, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to be a ghost."

Li Fenglan: ...

This unlucky apprentice can really talk.

If you really turned into a ghost as a teacher, you must be the first person to be strangled to death!

Li Fenglan saw that the expressions of everyone on the cliff were not very good-looking.

Only my own master is still watching the traitor's performance with great interest.

...So this is the "out of the dust" mentioned in "Taoist in Sleep"?

Ning Qingmo was silent for a long time, and one of his hands slowly fell from the piano.

Losing the cover of the sleeves, Li Fenglan finally saw - it turned out that not only the strings of the piano were split, but even the body of the piano was cracked with a long gap.

The powerful man who had switched to the ruthless way sighed. He looked at Meng Linzhou and shook his head slightly.

The man looked down at the pipa in his arms again, and said calmly, "It's not that I'm afraid of a ghost taking my life, but that I feel ashamed."

I feel ashamed.

He said these four words very seriously.

Although Ning Qingmo has left the Xuanqing sect, he was once a legend in this sect after all, and he has many old friends here.

Hearing what Ning Qingmo said, another Xuanqing sect monk who came to seal Chenghuang just now couldn't help but said: "I know that Ning Xianzun and Li Fuyue were good friends, there may be a misunderstanding about Chenghuang. But so what? If he hadn’t released three hundred fierce beasts with his own hands before, how could there be a misunderstanding that day! And cutting off the Styx—"

"Xianjun." Jiang Yichang interrupted him.

"Hold... sorry." The monk of Xuanqingmen finally remembered that he was still in the territory of Tianmian Palace, so he couldn't scold him too much.

Ning Qingmo remained silent.

As for Li Fenglan, it was as if he didn't hear anyone detailing his crimes, all his attention fell on the pipa.

The cracks on the pipa were getting bigger and bigger, Ning Qingmo couldn't help stretching out his hand to slide across these cracks, trying to repair it with spiritual power.

Although Ning Qingmo tried hard to cover it up, Li Fenglan still found something strange about this pipa——

It turns out that within the body of the piano, there is actually a powerful aura, which is constantly circulating.

Li Fuyue and Ning Qingmo have visited no less than twenty secret places together.

In one of the secret realms, there is engraved a method of nourishing the soul.

At the beginning, both Li Fuyue and Ning Qingmo felt that this exercise was very tasteless.

—Only monks of the Ruthless Way can practice it, and even it can only raise other people's souls, and they must be remnant souls.

They glanced at it and left in a hurry.

However, now Li Fenglan discovered that the aura in Ning Qingmo's pipa was actually operating according to that technique!

The other party turned to the Ruthless Dao, which happened to meet the requirements of the practice.

As the cracks on the pipa became bigger and bigger, Li Fenglan also sensed a wisp of her own remnant soul...

"Aww—"

As if responding to his own thoughts, Cheng Huang, who became listless after being caught by the net, suddenly howled at Ning Qingmo.

Obviously, it smelled a familiar smell.

The answer is already obvious, Ning Qingmo modified the Ruthless Dao just for this exercise.

And he practiced this exercise in order to keep Li Fuyue's remnant soul.

Li Fenglan couldn't help but sneered in her heart.

Ning Qingmo, what on earth are you trying to figure out?

Could it be that he has been acting for so long that he even deceived himself.

…

Fortunately, Ning Qingmo only had a remnant soul there, and no one else noticed its existence.

Hearing Chenghuang's howl, everyone turned their attention to it, to prevent it from going mad and breaking through the confinement.

At this moment, Ling Buyan suddenly smiled as if he had discovered something interesting.

"Feng Lan," he stretched out his hand and pointed at Ning Qingmo lightly, then asked, "Do you know what's inside that pipa?"

No way!

An alarm sounded in Li Fenglan's heart instantly.

Could it be that Ling Buyan really has such supernatural powers?

"No, I don't know." Li Fenglan really wanted to reach out her hand to cover her master's mouth rebelliously.

Master, why are you such a person who doesn't take too much trouble when watching the excitement?

The prayer in Li Fenglan's heart was not fulfilled, and Ling Buti asked and answered, "There is a remnant soul inside."

Seeing that Li Fenglan didn't answer, Ling Buyan didn't even let him go.

It seems that he intends to teach his apprentice something here.

"Guess whose remnant soul belongs to it?"

Li Fenglan: ...

It is not talent.