Ling Buyan's lips gently touched the delicate skin of Li Fenglan's temples.

In an instant, it seemed that a weak electric current suddenly spread from here to all the limbs. Li Fenglan and Ling Buyan were both startled, and then they separated suddenly.

Li Fenglan blushed unreasonably.

He has never had such an experience.

In fact, at this moment, Ling Buyan was more nervous than Li Fenglan. The action just now was completely a coincidence to him.

Ling did not tire of living for so many years, and never thought about love, let alone... whom to kiss.

Li Fenglan didn't know that the kiss that landed on her temple just now was actually the first time in the life of Immortal Ancestor Chuxuan.

Under the cover of the sunset, Li Fenglan didn't know that Master's earlobe was also red at this time.

In his last life, Ling Bushi had a high opinion of himself, and with his outstanding talent, he looked down on any living beings in this world. And like this, he would naturally not like anyone.

To put it further, at that time, Ling Buyan did not understand the existence of such feelings.

Until he met Li Fenglan—this person who had the same talent as himself, but took a completely different life path.

It can be said that only those who are strong enough can be watched by Ling.

And Li Fenglan, who has the same strength but has taken a different life path, is the one Ling Buyi is destined to pay attention to.

The sunset glow dyed the whole world red and purple. In such an atmosphere, Ling Buyan finally subconsciously did what he wanted to do the most.

At this moment, Ling Buyi's heart was beating wildly.

After living for so many years, Ling Buyan has never had a single thing to be afraid of. But at this moment, he was afraid to look Li Fenglan in the eyes.

Having been together day and night for so long, people who thought they had already integrated into their lives made each other feel at a loss and nervous for the first time.

Ling Buyi realized that he needed to change the subject quickly.

His gaze couldn't help but shift to one side, then he lowered his eyes and softly called Li Fenglan's name: "Fenglan."

Li Fenglan, this name is just like what he said, it only belongs to the person in front of him.

…

Thousands of years ago, the city behind the stream.

The Li family is a prominent family in Xihou City. They have lived here for generations, and there are already countless great figures in the family that have been engraved in the annals of history.

And the young master of the Li family is a young talent who is well-known in the entire Xihou City.

In the first year of Chengyuan, on the 19th day of Dongyue, a heavy snow fell from the sky.

Xihou City is located in the south, and it rarely snows, and even if it snowed in the past, it was light snow that was difficult to accumulate.

However, the snow in the first year of Chengyuan fell intermittently for several months. At first, when there was just snow on the ground, the children and teenagers in Xihou City were still excited by the sudden arrival of the northern scenery.

But it didn't take long before everyone discovered that the sudden heavy snow seemed endless.

Xihou City is located in the south, and the walls of the houses here are not as thick as those in the north. It didn't take long for the news that people in the city froze to death at home.

In another three or two days, the crops in the field outside the city couldn't bear the cold, and fell to the ground one after another.

At this time, everyone realized that this winter was extremely difficult.

And in the future, if people who live in Xihou City recall this past, they will sigh involuntarily, and compare the heavy snow that fell from the end of the year to the spring of the next year with that of Xihou City, which is about to fall. family connected.

At the time, it was thought that such a connection was far-fetched.

Unexpectedly, the real story did begin with this heavy snow.

Ever since Li Fuyue was born, Tiandao had already noticed his existence.

The strength of his soul and spiritual roots are rare in the world. It's a pity that the Li family doesn't seem to have the slightest interest in cultivation.

In that era, many famous families would invite "immortals" to measure the spiritual roots for their children when they were young, and if they had good talents, they would quickly send them to various sects.

But the Li family didn't do that.

They lived in Xihou City with peace of mind, and nothing that Li Fuyue learned from childhood had anything to do with cultivation.

Until fourteen years later, they didn't know how rare Li Fuyue's spiritual roots and physique were.

The Li family and Li Fuyue didn't care, but Mo Sengyu couldn't help it.

To become human, he must gather from a force powerful enough to replace himself.

Li Fuyue's soul alone is not enough, he needs Li Fuyue to have the same cultivation level as Ling Buyan back then.

Mo Sengyu was worried about being discovered by the main body of the Heavenly Dao, so he didn't dare to make any big moves. So he made up his mind and planned to start from two directions...

One is Li Fuyue himself, and the other is the incompetent emperor of the current dynasty.

——Li Fuyue's physique is very special. Although he has not yet cultivated, he will absorb spiritual energy unconsciously. If things go on like this, his mortal body will become "sick" because he cannot bear such a great force.

For Li Fuyue, it was only a matter of time.

But at that time he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and the aura in his body was not enough to make him sick.

Mo Sengyu stood behind and silently "pushed".

Mo Sengyu wanted to force Li Fuyue to leave home and leave the city behind Xixi.

But he also knew that an illness was nothing. Only when the Li family is defeated, can Li Fuyue practice cultivation as she thought.

At that time, Ling Buyan could feel what Heaven was thinking. Even he, who was still trapped in the endless purgatory, tried to help Li Fuyue at the risk of being discovered by Mo Sengyu.

It is a pity that Lou Yuanwei, the emperor of the current dynasty, was directly confused by the way of heaven, and there was nothing he could do about it.

So as early as the beginning of the second year of Chengyuan, Ling Buyan felt that the peaceful days of Li Fuyue and the Li family were coming to an end.

Logically speaking, he could choose to sit on the sidelines, which was beyond his control.

But at that time, Ling did not tire of looking at the world from Li Fuyue's perspective, and already regarded Li Fuyue as another self.

After knowing Mo Sengyu's purpose, although Ling Buyan was powerless to change the final outcome, he still made a decision.

He was going to the human world to take a look at this boy.

Then help Li Fuyue, at least not to make him suffer so much.

At that time, Ling Buyan had already stayed in the endless purgatory for tens of thousands of years, his soul was almost repaired, and he had also accumulated part of his strength.

Although there is still a long way to go before leaving the endless purgatory, these spiritual powers can already support him to leave here for a short time.

This is also a very dangerous thing for Ling Buyi. If Mo Sengyu accidentally found out, his years of dormancy would be ruined.

The former Chu Xuan Immortal Ancestor would never take this risk for others, let alone care about the life and death of a person who has nothing to do with him in the mundane world.

But Li Fuyue made him, who could be said to be cold-blooded, have a heart of compassion.

…

Outside the city behind the stream, a young man riding a white horse broke into the city gate through the wind and snow.

Seeing this, the people in the city cast their gazes over one after another.

"That's the son of the Li family..."

"What was he doing out of town?"

"It seems to be sending things for the Li family to keep warm from the cold."

"The young master of the Li family is indeed a talented person!"

Li Fuyue heard their discussion, but she was not delighted by people's praise.

In the city, other princes and buddies of the same age as Li Fuyue also gathered together to appreciate the snow and paint. But Li Fuyue's family has already told him what the heavy snow today means to ordinary people outside the city.

Li Fuyue got off the horse, and together with the servant who followed him, led the horse and walked slowly towards Li's house.

"My lord, are you feeling a little uncomfortable?" The servant saw that Li Fuyue's complexion suddenly became very ugly, especially his lips had no blood at all.

Li Fuyue didn't speak, he shook his head lightly: "It's all right...Maybe it's because of a cold."

"That's it," the servant quickly nodded, "After you go back, you must ask the back kitchen to prepare **** soup for you as soon as possible."

At this time, Li Fuyue suddenly felt dizzy, he couldn't help but pause, but he didn't tell the people around him how he felt.

Li Fuyue still regarded this as an ordinary wind and cold.

The young master in fox fur, leading a steed, walked through the snowy streets and returned to his familiar home.

At this time, Li Fuyue did not realize that this seemingly ordinary evening would be engraved in her memory as eternity.

After this day, Li Fuyue never led the white horse back home through the streets like this time.

As soon as he entered the door, his mother handed over the stove. And the moment she received it, Li Fuyue noticed something unusual... She seemed unable to hold the stove firmly.

The next moment, Li Fuyue stepped back slowly, if she hadn't supported the pillar behind, she might have fallen to the ground.

"Fuyue?"

"Fuyue, what's the matter with you?"

Next to his ears were the panicked voices of his family members, Li Fuyue only had time to wave his hands and said: "It's okay, just take a rest." The next moment, his consciousness fell into darkness.

This is no ordinary wind chill.

Li Fuyue developed a high fever from that night onwards, and Li's family searched for famous doctors, but they couldn't cure him.

What's amazing is that Li Fuyue didn't get worse day by day like other seriously ill people.

Although he was half asleep and half awake, his pulse condition was the same as before.

The Li family originally didn't want this news to spread, but after a short time, people in Xihou City still knew that the son of the Li family, Fuyue, had a strange illness.

One day, someone came to Li's house and said that Li Fuyue might have been bewitched by an evil spirit, or she might have provoked something. Ordinary doctors can't heal, only monks can.

Just when the Li family was at a loss and didn't know where to find a monk, or to send Li Fuyue to a certain sect in a carriage, a person came to the city behind Xihou.

Wearing a black cloak and holding an oiled paper umbrella, he walked through layers of wind and snow to the eaves of Li's house.

The person who came was Ling Buyi who had been in the endless purgatory for thousands of years.

In the past, Ling never tired of thinking that after leaving that hot and silent space, he would be excited or sad. But he didn't expect that at the moment he stepped into the long street in the wind and snow, Ling Buyan didn't have any distracting thoughts in his heart.

He just wanted to go forward and gently knock on the vermilion door of Li's house not far away.

It was only at this moment that Ling Buyan clearly realized that the boy he was both familiar with and unfamiliar was not far away.