"What's the matter?" Seeing that Li Fenglan's expression became a little strange, Ling Buyi put down the letter in his hand and looked at him.

On the slips of the mortal world, people used to write the more important words in a larger font size.

So Ling did not tire of seeing those words at a glance.

"Heavenly Sleep Palace?"

These are all clearly written on the slips, Li Fenglan has no intention of hiding them.

Seeing that Ling didn't tire of looking at the things in his hands, he slowly opened the letter and displayed all the contents of this volume.

The writing in the mortal world is slightly different from that in the cultivation world. When Li Fenglan left home, although she was already seventeen years old, the writing on the slips was a bit difficult for him to understand after a thousand years.

Ling Buyan seemed to see this point. As a person who can read and read ancient characters that have long been lost, these things are naturally not difficult for him at all.

Ling Buyi's slightly deep male voice rang slowly in Li Fenglan's ears.

He spoke at a gentle pace, listening to Ling Buti's words, Li Fenglan's thoughts seemed to slowly return to the Xihou City three thousand years ago.

Ling Buyi said: "It is written in the slips that in the second year of Chengyuan, the eldest son of the Li family in Xihou City was seriously ill. A monk from Tianmian Palace came to Li's house and cured him."

Hearing this, Li Fenglan was completely stunned.

The three generations of the Li family passed on a single biography, and the "eldest son of the Li family" written in the letter could only be himself.

"Suffering from a serious illness..." After all, more than three thousand years have passed, Li Fenglan thought for a long time, and finally remembered something.

When he was young, he seemed to have had a serious illness.

At that time, Li Fenglan lay on the bed for half a year, wandering between sobriety and lethargy.

He always thought that he had overcome the illness abruptly, but he didn't expect that there was a monk behind it.

Speaking of which, shortly after Li Fenglan recovered from her illness, something happened to her grandfather who was far away in the capital, and Li's family was in turmoil overnight.

But a few days later, his parents also went to the capital, and the rest of the family were too busy, so naturally no one would mention this matter.

This volume seems to contain a lot of content, but most of it is expressing the admiration of the Li family and the people in Xihou City for the monks of Tianmian Palace, and by the way, a few monks who were born in Xihou City .

Li Fenglan was not interested in those contents at all, he only cared about one point - he had a serious illness when he was fourteen years old, and that illness was cured by the monks of Tianshui Palace?

As if responding to Li Fenglan's doubts, Ling Buyi turned the book backwards and read four words slowly.

"Young master Fuyue."

Ling Buti closed the scroll in his hand, turned to look at Li Fenglan and said: "It turns out that the eldest son of the Li family written on the slip is Li Fuyue, and he really has a lot of fate with Tianmian Palace."

Li Fuyue is from Xihou City, many people in the cultivation world know it. So seeing this, Ling Buyan didn't feel anything special, and he seemed to be a little surprised by the tone of his voice.

But Li Fenglan was different.

After all, before this, he really didn't know at all that when he was fourteen years old, he had such a connection with Tianmian Palace!

"Feng Lan, what are you thinking?"

Jing Ling didn't tire of reminding her aloud, and Li Fenglan realized that she was standing here in a daze.

"It's nothing..." Fortunately, through a layer of veil, Ling Buyi couldn't see Li Fenglan's expression clearly, nor did he notice his panic at the moment, "I was just thinking that he is related to the people in Tianmian Palace."

After saying that, Li Fenglan took the scroll and gently put it back on the shelf.

There wasn't what he was looking for here.

When Li Fenglan was about to open the next volume, she heard Ling Buyi say: "It's fate, and it's inevitable."

"inevitable?"

"En." Ling nodded tirelessly.

Li Fenglan's fingers trembled slightly.

Ling didn't tire of how he even knew this! This is too powerful, right?

Although Li Fenglan is low-key, her personality is relatively calm. But as a once-in-a-million-year genius in the cultivation world, who once stood at the top of the Three Realms, he naturally has arrogance in his heart.

Even the more difficult it is to show it like him, the stronger the arrogance in my heart.

When facing Qiu Wanyou back then, Li Fenglan never restrained the arrogance in her heart.

It wasn't until meeting Ling Buyan that Li Fuyue really felt a sense of admiration in her heart...

Ling Buyan is not a person who likes to show off. Seeing that Li Fenglan was curious, he directly explained the reason.

"Back then, Li Fuyue's spiritual roots were extremely pure, but she hadn't cultivated for a long time, and she was a mortal until the age of seventeen or eighteen."

Li Fenglan nodded.

"His spiritual roots will unconsciously absorb the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth. A mortal body cannot bear such spiritual energy, so problems will naturally occur. So if I guessed correctly, Li Fuyue was not sick back then."

"So it's like this..." Li Fenglan couldn't help taking a breath, "It's because a mortal body can't bear that kind of aura."

As a monk, he knew that what Ling Buyi said was absolutely true.

The reason why I ignored this point was because for other monks with relatively ordinary spiritual roots, the "side effects" brought about by talent were minimal, or even negligible.

If someone really has a problem like me, I'm afraid it's one in a million.

After explaining to him, Ling Buyan had already flipped through other books.

Seeing Master's calm expression, Li Fenglan suddenly asked, "Then do you know who that monk is?"

He couldn't help thinking about this sentence and asked it instinctively.

After the voice fell, Li Fenglan realized belatedly—his tone and the speed of asking questions, as if he was taking advantage of his unpreparedness, and Zailing never tired of giving the answer.

"The monk?" Ling Buyi put down the scroll in his hand, he frowned and thought for a while and said, "There is no record in the scroll."

"That's it..." It was the expected answer, but Li Fenglan felt a little disappointed when Ling Buyi said that she didn't know.

The man standing beside him continued to flip through the book, and at the same time said casually: "And I was not in Tianmian Palace at that time."

"Yeah." Li Fenglan hurriedly pretended to be obedient and nodded.

It is said in "Tianmian Daosheng" that Ling Buyan was originally a casual cultivator, and he joined Tianmian Palace later.

There are many monks like him in Tianmian Palace. For example, my traitor Meng Linzhou also wanted his "loose cultivator friend" to join Tianmian Palace.

Li Fenglan and Ling Buyan had already found the county annals of those years, so it didn't take long for them to find the records about Li's family being ransacked and beheaded.

——It is written in the county annals that the emperor finally allowed the Li family to be buried in the back city of Xi, their hometown, because Li Gong had been the emperor's tutor. The specific location is just under the highest mountain on the outskirts of the city.

Seeing this, Li Fenglan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

When he left home that year, he was already seventeen years old, so he naturally had a deep nostalgia for his family and his homeland.

But the millennium is too long, long enough for him to look at the past from the perspective of a bystander.

Still, he was heartbroken to learn that his family had been buried.

"Let's go," Ling Buti carefully put the slip back, "Let's go to the outskirts of the city." He said.

On this day, the monks from Tianmian Palace came outside the city again. Most of them, led by their senior sister Zhuang Zhixia, were studying the footprints left by the beast last night.

Duan Qianli took the opportunity to sleep and be lazy on the tree, while Li Fenglan and Ling Buyan came to the side of the mountain recorded in the book.

The area of ​​Xihou City is not large, and all the places without mountains outside the city have been reclaimed into farmland.

Now is the slack season, there is no one in the field, only the occasional smoke from the villages in the distance.

Li Fenglan and Ling Buyan Yujian came here and stood by the edge of the field.

"It's here," Li Fenglan said softly, looking at the green farmland and mountains ahead, "It's a pity I can't tell where it is."

Even though he was prepared in his heart, he also knew that after three thousand years, he would never find the grave that buried the Li family. But seeing this field, Li Fenglan still felt a little regretful.

At this moment, Ling Buyi suddenly patted Li Fenglan's shoulder lightly and said, "Come here."

It turned out that on the way here, Ling Buyan had already observed the scenery below. He took Li Fenglan through the woods and stopped by a small lake, where there happened to be an open space.

Bury those old things here and it will look just right.

Li Fenglan took another look at the things in her arms, and gently put them on the grass.

Just when he was thinking about how to dig the hole, he saw Ling Buyi standing beside him, and suddenly called out his spirit sword.

The next moment, the blade of the long sword pierced into the soil.

Seeing this scene, Li Fenglan couldn't help being a little shocked—although the amount of knowledge was far beyond ordinary people, like most of the people in Tianmian Palace, Ling Buyan was also a sword cultivator.

To a sword cultivator, a sword is as important as life.

But Ling Buyi actually used it to dig soil? !

If Li Fenglan remembers correctly, it seems that this is also the first time she has seen Ling Buyi draw a sword...

At the beginning, he just used the scabbard, and Chenghuang was knocked out.

"Master, you..." Li Fenglan's eyes widened, but Ling Buyan didn't seem to feel his shock through a layer of veil.

"Why are you still standing here?" Ling Buyan joked as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with it, "You still want Master to come alone."

"No, no, how could it be!" Li Fenglan hastened to do it.

Anyway, Li Fenglan didn't feel sorry for the fact that the weapon in her hand was not a cause and effect.

Time passed by, seeing that it was the hottest time of the day. But Li Fenglan and Ling Buyan didn't intend to stop, and even the two of them had a tacit understanding and didn't use their spiritual power.

The pit in front of him was getting deeper and deeper, and when it was about to reach the depth expected by Li Fenglan, Ling Buyi suddenly said: "A sword can only be called a sword when it is used, otherwise it is no different from a piece of ordinary iron."

Li Fenglan looked at Xiang Ling in surprise, and the other party looked up at him with a smile, then stood up straight and said solemnly: "No matter what happened back then, Li Fuyue was a rare person who lived up to the title of 'friar'." He is a famous person. If you draw a sword for him, you will not disgrace this sword."

Ling Buyan always had a smile on his brows and eyes, making it hard for people to understand his true emotions. At the same time, his eyes gave people a feeling that they could see through everything in the world.

The first time she saw Ling Buyan, Li Fenglan felt that Ling Buyan was not like a mortal.

But now in this sentence, Li Fenglan rarely and clearly felt the emotions that belonged to Ling Bushi.

— he is serious.

"Okay, Feng Lan, don't stand there stupidly," Ling Buyi cleaned up the dirt on the sword with a cleaning spell, "The depth should be enough, let's bury the box in."

After Ling tirelessly reminded, Li Fenglan remembered her business.

He picked up the box, took one last look at the contents, and buried it in the soil very solemnly.

All of this is so simple, but it is a pity that it is more than a thousand years late.

Li Fenglan stood here silently, while before at the main peak square of Tianmian Palace, Ling Buyan, who had defied the sect's rules with her, also stood quietly with him.

After waiting for a while for Li Fenglan to sort out her emotions, and called him "Master", the two left the suburbs.

Logically speaking, a monk like Ling Buyan should not be able to intervene in the training of his disciples, and the tide of ferocious beasts was an accident.

So after returning to the city, Ling did not tire of explaining to Tong Zhuang Zhixia and the others before returning to Tianmian Palace.

—By the way, he took away the illegal Li Palace, Cheng Huang who thought he hid it well and would not be discovered.

Li Fenglan originally thought that nothing would happen in the following days.

But it never occurred to them that as soon as Ling Buyi left on one side, they caused trouble on the other side.

In the world of comprehension, not only Tianmian Palace, but other sects also have the tradition of going out for training.

At this time, the news of the ferocious beast horde outside the city behind the stream has spread throughout the cultivation world, so this originally deserted city has welcomed many visitors.

Among them, the inn where the monks of Tianshui Palace lived was the closest to the place where the beast tide broke out.

So that evening, another group of monks came to the inn.

"Where's the boss? Free up the best guest room in your place!" The person said loudly as soon as he entered the door.

Unlike Li Fenglan and the others, they did not deliberately hide their cultivator identities.

Seeing this group of people in red Taoist robes, the boss said with some embarrassment: "I'm really sorry, several priests, the best rooms in our store are already occupied."

At this time, the people in the lobby of the inn had all turned their gazes to the group of men in red.

Even Duan Qianli, who was sitting opposite Li Fenglan, who was eating haysai, stopped.

He smiled, patted Li Fenglan and said, "Look, a member of Ming Xinzong."

"Well," Li Fenglan also put down the teacup in her hand, "Let's go up first."

In his last life, his relationship with Ming Xinzong was not bad. Ever since she knew that her Dao Xin had been stolen by Cheng Du'an, Li Fenglan hated the entire Ming Xin Sect from the bottom of her heart.

Now meeting a monk of the Ming Xin Sect here, Li Fenglan only felt unlucky.

"Don't." Just when Li Fenglan was about to leave, he was suddenly dragged down by Duan Qianli again.

"Let's watch the fun together." The handsome young man who was sitting on the other side of the table blinked and said.

Duan Qianli's current shell has nothing to do with his appearance.

If he didn't speak or make an expression, he would definitely be a serious and handsome little monk.

But as long as he speaks, the young man in front of him will perfectly coincide with Duan Qianli from thousands of years ago.

Li Fenglan: "What's so interesting about this, let it go!"

"No!" Duan Qianli actually played tricks.

Although they belonged to the same sect, the team for this training was still divided into several distinct groups.

Because of the rumors on him, most of the other monks were only superficially polite to Li Fenglan, but actually marginalized him.

Therefore, in the hall at this time, Li Fenglan and Duan Qianli were sitting on a small table in the corner. Other than Zhuang Zhixia, the others gathered in the center of the hall.

"Already occupied?" The Mingxin Sect suddenly laughed, "Then let them vacate the house for me!"

"Hey," Duan Qianli tossed a peanut into his mouth, and said without hesitation while watching the excitement, "I'm quite tempered."

Duan Qianli's voice was not loud, but it happened that the hall was quiet now because of Mingxinzong's words.

His complaints were heard clearly and clearly in everyone's ears in an instant.

Li Fenglan: "..."

Duan Qianli is really good at causing trouble.

Since leaving the sect, Duan Qianli has been lazy all the way, which has long caused dissatisfaction among other disciples.

But this time, after hearing his words, the people sitting in the middle of the hall actually agreed.

"Yes, why?"

"Who are you? And tell us to give up the house instead of looking in the mirror!"

The people of Tianmian Palace are very low-key outside, so those few monks in red didn't recognize them at a glance.

"Who are we?" Mingxinzong laughed, "We are monks of Mingxinzong!"

As soon as the words came out, before the people from Tianmian Palace had time to speak, Duan Qianli laughed unrestrainedly: "Hahahaha, you are a monk of Mingxin Sect? Then I am still from Tianmian Palace!"

At this moment, everyone in the inn, whether they were monks or ordinary people in Xihou City, all turned their attention to Duan Qianli.

Li Fenglan: ...It's hopeless, destroy it.

Are you really pretending to be addicted?

Smiling and laughing, Duan Qianli did not forget to pick up the chopsticks and pick up a few mouthfuls of food for himself.

And Li Fenglan finally took advantage of this moment to pull his hand out of Duan Qianli's.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Li Fenglan asked with a smile.

"Huh?" Duan Qianli was stunned for a moment, "Don't you want to see them fight?"

Li Fenglan smiled: "..."

"Oh... I forgot that you are also from Tianmian Palace."

No one cared what Duan Qianli said to Li Fenglan later.

Because just after he said that he was "from Tianmian", the two groups of people in the middle of the inn all pulled out their swords together.

——Since Cheng Du'an "died" in Tianmian Palace last time, and Yuan Dan, the deputy suzerain of Mingxin Sect, blew himself up, these two sects have become hostile.

Now that they meet here, they are bound to fight.

Li Fenglan saw that the head monk of Mingxin Sect narrowed his eyes dangerously: "He said just now that he is from Tianmian Palace?"

The disciples of Tianmian Palace usually don't reveal their identities when they are outside.

But now, the other party has bullied to the top of their heads, so they will definitely not bear it anymore.

The white-clothed monk on the opposite side didn't speak, and directly stabbed at the red-clothed man with his sword.

The originally quiet inn suddenly became chaotic.

"I'm going, is there really a fight?"

As the one who really caused the trouble, Duan Qianli turned around and backed away when he saw them making a move, obviously not wanting to get involved in the grievances between these two sects.

In his view, the monks killed each other, and it would be best if all of them died.

But the members of Mingxinzong will not let Duan Qianli run away so easily.

In the blink of an eye, four or five monks came towards Li Fenglan and Duan Qianli. There was no other way, Li Fenglan had no choice but to draw his sword and fight with them.

Generally speaking, the monks of Tianmian Palace are naturally more powerful, but there are twice as many people in Mingxinzong.

So this fight was really chaotic.

Li Fenglan had shown his face on the white jade lotus platform before, so the monks of Ming Xinzong also recognized him - they knew that although Li Fenglan was only at the foundation establishment stage, there were many people whose strength far surpassed that of his fellow practitioners.

So in the blink of an eye, Li Fenglan was surrounded by three or four Jindan and Yuanying monks from Ming Xinzong.

As for Duan Qianli, who was still standing beside him, seeing Li Fenglan attracting firepower for him, instead of making a move, he even took a few steps back.

"He Marriage, are you sure you don't want to help me?"

"No no, I think you can handle it! Go on, I'll help you watch the battle from a distance!"

...The Yaozu are indeed ruthless and ungrateful.

As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four.

After all, Li Fenglan's cultivation was only at the foundation stage, and under the siege, someone scratched his arm with a wound.

After all, this is the mortal world, and it is still in an inn. If you make a little big move, it may destroy this place.

Just when Li Fenglan was hesitating whether to use the fairy artifact in the Qiankun bag, Zhuang Zhixia finally appeared with the sound of a sword.

"What are you doing!"

The cyan flying sword quickly shuttled through the inn, and the sword energy bounced away those Mingxinzong monks.

I don't know who recognized Zhuang Zhixia, he called out the woman's name: "It's Zhuang Zhixia from Tianmian Palace! Go!"

After finishing speaking, the members of the Mingxin Sect who were still flaunting their power just now quickly left here.

"Hiss..." Li Fenglan clutched the wound on her arm, and slowly sat down on the chair.

Seeing that the monks of Ming Xinzong wanted to run away, the other Tianmian Palace people turned around and chased them out without getting angry.

Only Zhuang Zhixia looked around the hall, she walked to Li Fenglan with a frown and asked, "Junior Brother Li, are you alright?"

In Zhuang Zhixia's heart, Li Fenglan is Qiu Wanyou's relationship...the kind that needs special treatment.

"It's okay." Li Fenglan gritted her teeth and took out the medicine powder from the Qiankun bag, and sprinkled it on the wound lightly, "It's just a small injury..."

"That's good." Seeing that Li Fenglan had only suffered a little flesh injury, Zhuang Zhixia also heaved a sigh of relief, "I'll go out and have a look, Junior Brother will take good care of his wounds."

"it is good."

After Zhuang Zhixia left, Li Fenglan looked at her wound again.

The injury was indeed not very serious, but when she thought of the Ming Xinzong monk who stabbed her, and the blood that had not been wiped off his sword, Li Fenglan felt a sense of unease in her heart.