MTL - The Whole Cultivation World Wants To Revive The Venerable-Chapter 30

It was early summer in Xihou City, and the weather wasn't hot logically, but after sitting there for a long time, Li Fuyue still asked the servant beside her to find a folding fan for herself.

"My lord, why don't you just meet the talented Ning? Why do you even make a special folding fan..." The young man looked at Li Fuyue speechlessly, apparently he thought that Li Fuyue took the folding fan just to put on a show.

Unexpectedly, Li Fuyue shook her head and muttered: "No, I always feel like I'm used to staying in cold places, and I can't stand it when it gets a little hot."

As soon as Li Fuyue finished speaking, she saw a white horse crossing the long street, and stopped under the teahouse suddenly with a whimper.

Immediately there was a young man in blue, with a high ponytail and a handsome figure, the eyes of the whole street fell on him alone.

"It's Young Master Ning!" The young man beside Li Fuyue said excitedly.

Li Fuyue, who was shaking her fan, frowned slightly...

"This is the first time Mr. Ning and I have met, but why do you always feel that he looks familiar?"

"My lord, stop thinking about it, the guests have already arrived!"

While talking, there was a creaking sound from the wooden stairs, and Li Fuyue's guests had already walked up to the second floor of the teahouse.

The man in blue smiled and glanced at Li Fuyue, bowed to him and said: "Young Master Li, I have long admired your name."

"You don't have to be so polite, just call me Fuyue."

Li Fuyue also got up to salute, and told the other party to sit down quickly.

"Then you can just call me Qing Mo."

Li Fuyue hesitated for a moment, then said with a smile: "Okay, Qingmo."

"I don't know if Qing Mo believes it or not," Li Fuyue said while pouring tea for him, "When I saw you just now, I always felt a little familiar, as if...we've met before."

This sentence, Li Fuyue mustered up the courage to say it seriously. But Ning Qingmo seemed to take his words as a joke.

"Coincidentally," Ning Qingmo took the teacup and said, "I also have the same feeling, maybe we were destined by fate in our previous life."

Hearing this, Li Fuyue lowered her head and smiled shyly.

He didn't know that his smile made Ning Qingmo who was sitting opposite him shake.

When Li Fuyue was a teenager, he was a little less indifferent than the later him, but a little more cute and childish.

YouQi's smile like this really wants to blend in with the warm summer breeze in Xihou City.

Being in an illusion is like living a new life.

Ning Qingmo is no longer that scheming Yinxiu who wants to win power and status, but has really become a young talent in the capital.

In the early summer, Ning Qingmo developed a vague liking for the boy in front of him, which even he himself didn't realize.

Looking at the young man sitting across from him, Ning Qingmo's ears turned red.

…

Li Fuyue and Ning Qingmo drank tea and played the piano every day, wrote poems and paintings, and completely forgot all their troubles.

I don't know how long these days have passed.

How many months? Or how many years?

Another summer, Li Fuyue and Ning Qingmo went boating on the lake in the Li Mansion's mansion.

At this time Ning Qingmo was sitting on the bow of the boat playing the piano, while Li Fuyue was opposite him, writing something on the paper with his wrist hanging.

The young man sitting by the piano couldn't help but glance at Li Fuyue, and then even looked at the newly folded water lily beside him with some embarrassment.

He thought, when the next song is finished, he will give the water lily to Li Fuyue.

Ning Qingmo is a well-known talent in the capital, and the jade pendants and hairpins on his body are all priceless.

But now, he felt that those vulgar things were not worthy of the young man in front of him.

Only this lotus lying on the water can be regarded as a perfect match for him.

At the end of the song, there was just a breeze blowing, and the surface of the water also wrinkled and rippled.

Not far away, there is a small courtyard hidden behind the bamboo forest, revealing a turret wall.

Looking at the surrounding scenery, Ning Qingmo couldn't help but said, "The garden of Fuyue's family looks really elegant to the extreme."

Hearing his friend's praise, Li Fuyue couldn't help but smiled and said: "My mansion was designed by my grandfather himself, and the garden is the same."

"It's really worthy of being the former emperor's grand tutor," Ning Qingmo couldn't help but admire, "It's a pity that I didn't get to see him in Xihou City this time."

Li Fuyue's grandfather was a well-known talented scholar in the dynasty when he was young, and he was also a famous painter for a long time.

"I'll see you in a few days. My grandfather is in the capital, and he will be back in autumn—" Li Fuyue suddenly stopped at this point.

"What's the matter, Fuyue?" Seeing that he suddenly didn't speak, the piece that Ning Qingmo was about to play also stopped here.

He saw that Li Fuyue shook his head slowly.

"No...not right..."

"What's wrong?"

The boy at the tea table suddenly stood up, and the whole boat shook accordingly.

"Where are my parents? Where are they..." Li Fuyue suddenly became flustered, repeating the names of her family over and over again.

Seeing Li Fuyue's flustered look, Ning Qingmo put down the piano and stood up. He put his hands on Li Fuyue's shoulders and said, "Fuyue calm down, think slowly, don't worry."

"Mmm..." Li Fuyue nodded slowly, and sat back in the seat just now.

He drank a cup of cold tea and began to recall carefully.

"My grandparents went to the capital together, and they said they would come back this autumn. And my father and mother, why are they not at home? Did they go to the capital... But why did I forget, why did they go to the capital?"

Having known each other for so long, Ning Qingmo has never seen Li Fuyue panic like this.

He patted the young man's shoulder lightly, and Ning Qingmo could clearly feel Li Fuyue's body trembling with tension.

At this moment, Ning Qingmo also became nervous.

He suddenly felt that something very, very important was leaving him.

Here Li Fuyue is still remembering.

"...Yeah, it's been several summers, why haven't they come back?" Li Fuyue turned around suddenly, looked into Ning Qingmo's eyes and asked, "Qingmo, tell me, how many years have we known each other? "

At this moment, Li Fuyue's expression was unprecedentedly flustered.

"How many years?" Ning Qingmo was also stunned, because at this moment he realized that he didn't seem to remember how long he and Li Fuyue had known each other.

Even... Ning Qingmo still felt that his life started from the moment he rode a white horse and stopped by the teahouse, went upstairs and met Li Fuyue.

"Yes..." Ning Qingmo said blankly, "How many years have we known each other?"

At this time, Li Fuyue calmed down instead.

He looked into Ning Qingmo's eyes and said something very scary: "Qingmo, I found out that from the day we met, this world only has summer."

"What do you mean?" There was no trace of a smile on Ning Qingmo's face.

He heard Li Fuyue say word by word: "I mean, we are trapped here."

Trapped in this early summer, trapped in the city behind the stream.

The moment Li Fuyue finished speaking, the water lilies in the lake suddenly withered.

And the weeping willows on the bank gradually left only thin branches.

"What's going on..." Ning Qingmo muttered to himself.

Unlike Li Fuyue, Ning Qingmo loves this summer very deeply, he only wants time to stay here forever.

It would be great if only Li Fuyue and himself were left in the world.

But now, this early summer is ending at an unstoppable speed.

Thin ice formed on the lake, the bamboo forests withered and turned yellow, and the singing of birds disappeared.

"I remember now," Li Fuyue said in an inaudible voice, "I remember now."

"When I was fourteen, my grandfather was involved in a big case in the capital, and the Li family was in turmoil overnight. So...my parents left Xihou City. Now I am sixteen...because this summer is over..."

Ning Qingmo turned to look at Li Fuyue, he saw that at some point in time, the young man in white was already in tears.

This is the first time Ning Qingmo sees Li Fuyue cry.

Those drops of tears didn't seem to fall on the cabin, but on Ning Qingmo's heart.

He found that his heart throbbed with Li Fuyue's tears.

"Fuyue..." Ning Qingmo stretched out her hand and gently wiped away the tears on the young man's face.

Li Fuyue looked at him with red eyes, and said word by word: "After this summer, I will be seventeen. Li Shi, it was when I was seventeen, that he was executed by everyone."

The illusion of Xuanqingmen has been born for thousands of years and has never been broken.

But it happened that Li Fuyue, a person who had no will to resist, broke the battle unintentionally.

But in the blink of an eye, this elegant garden has turned into a ghost garden.

The servants and maids who were with them before became old one by one, and finally turned into dry bones.

The originally frozen four seasons rotated several times in an instant.

Li Fuyue stood up for the last time, he was silent for a while, looked down at Ning Qingmo and said: "It's time for Meng to wake up, Xuanqing Sect... Immortal Venerable Ning Qingmo."

The illusion finally collapsed.

Li Fuyue and Ning Qingmo lived in the illusion for an unknown number of years, but everything outside the illusion was only a moment.

…

"Woo~" The moment when Cheng Huang gently rubbed against her neck, Li Fuyue was finally sure that she had returned to reality.

Ning Qingmo, who was standing opposite him, couldn't help but also walked forward.

But the next moment, he was stopped by a thin white long sword.

"Cause and effect!"

Li Fuyue was holding Cheng Huang in one hand and a sword in the other, he was not insane at this moment, but the madness all over his body seemed to be insane.

The white figure danced in the wind with the black hair, like a butterfly caught in a strong wind.

But such a fragile figure erupted with incomparably powerful strength.

With only three moves, all the musical instruments in the hands of Xuanqing Sect Da Neng who came to besiege Li Fuyue were destroyed by him.

Li Fuyue took another deep look at Ning Qingmo at the end, he didn't say a word, and walked away with Cheng Huang in his arms.

And looking at the back of the other party going away, Ning Qingmo, who had just come out of the illusion and hadn't fully awakened, finally shouted: "Fuyue!"

——For him, the time in the illusion is also a real memory.

In Ning Qingmo's memory, the last moment he was boating with Li Fuyue on the lake, playing the piano and composing poems.

But the next moment...

He returned to the moment when he betrayed Li Fuyue.

Fate played Ning Qingmo like this.

Before entering the illusion, Li Fuyue was just one of his dispensable friends.

But after leaving the secret realm, the other party became... the first person who made his always restless soul think that "it's not bad to end this way".

In fact, Li Fuyue didn't change in any way whether in the illusion or outside of the illusion.

Ning Qingmo is the only one who becomes human.

In the illusion, Ning Qingmo forgot to take advantage of the opponent, and also forgot her own identity.

... Ning Qingmo is kind to everyone on the surface, and has confidantes all over the world, but in fact he looks down on people in the cultivation world—especially sword cultivators. He has been secretly referring to Jianxiu as a "reckless man".

And in a rare and peaceful environment, Ning Qingmo finally found that Li Fuyue was different from the people he knew before.

Before Li Fuyue went to Tianmian Palace, she spent seventeen years in the human world.

In the past seventeen years, Li Fuyue has read poetry and books, and has also studied music.

These are all things Ning Qingmo, who is only interested in using and calculating, has not discovered before.

The funny thing is, by the time he realized it, it was all over.

For Li Fuyue, the moment Ning Qingmo betrayed her, the two were completely strangers.

However, for Ning Qingmo, the real entanglement has just begun.

"Ning Xianzun..." After hesitating for a long time, a monk finally stepped forward and asked, "Li Fuyue has escaped, what should we do next?"

Ning Qingmo's hand that was hanging by his side slowly clenched into a fist. He stared fixedly at the direction where Li Fuyue disappeared, and after a while he said: "Keep chasing, we can't... let him continue to cause trouble for the world."

Ning Qingmo is a smart person.

He knew that after this incident, Li Fuyue would never forgive herself.

The only way to be with Li Fuyue is to continue what he did before.

Completely break Li Fuyue's wings.

Besides... Li Fuyue was insane in the first place, she was a very dangerous person. The things I do, besides satisfying a little selfish desire, are also for the good of the entire cultivation world.

— Ning Qingmo comforted herself in the bottom of her heart.

…

At this moment, the vortex around the Soul Condensation Tower is still spinning rapidly.

Even if Ning Qingmo has a Mahayana cultivation base, it is still difficult for him to fight against the power of this giant tower.

"Ah—" Finally, all the strings on the pipa in Ning Qingmo's arms were broken, and the man's hands were dripping with blood instantly.

Even with all his strength and his lifelong cultivation to resist, the pipa was slowly split in two.

Li Fuyue's remnant soul escaped from the piano body.

"Fuyue! Li Fuyue!" While calling Li Fuyue's name, Ning Qingmo threw himself forward, his hands sticking to the body of Tan Yita.

The spiritual energy of Yinxiu in the Mahayana period is transmitted into the Tanyi Pagoda through the palm of your hand. But after half a day, it was still like a mud cow entering the sea, without any reaction.

He wanted to **** back those remnant souls that had escaped from the pipa, but Ning Qingmo failed.

The remnant soul that had been raised for thousands of years just broke through the body of the piano and merged into the huge soul concentrating tower without any regrets.

Because of the backlash of spiritual power, Ning Qingmo's hands that were originally on the piano were also shaken away by that force, and his sleeves were also stained red with blood.

He fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment, and just opened his eyes like this, watching the Soul Concentrating Pagoda slowly calm down.

In just a few breaths, the spiritual power vortex surrounding the Soul Condensation Tower just now disappeared.

The forbidden area once again returned to calm.

Even on the surface, it seems like nothing happened.

Ning Qingmo stood up slowly, Yinxiu, who was originally suave and suave, had no time to take care of her temples, which were all messed up.

He walked to the Soul Concentrating Tower again, and after pausing for a while, he put his **** hand on it again.

"Fuyue...Li Fuyue..." At this moment, Ning Qingmo gritted his teeth and laughed.

More than a thousand years have passed, and most people now only remember Ning Qingmo as a monk of the Ruthless Dao in the Mahayana period, and have forgotten his iconic smile in the past.

At this time, Ning Qingmo looked as if he had returned to a thousand years ago.

Such gentle eyes, coupled with his embarrassed appearance, are really frightening...

Ning Qingmo put both hands on the Tanyi Pagoda, closed her eyes like a lover whispering: "Fuyue, since someone wants to resurrect you, we will meet again sooner or later."

After saying this, he stroked the Soul Condensing Pagoda a few more times, and then Ning Qingmo slowly opened his eyes.

At this time, Ning Qingmo's eyes were slightly dull.

He turned around and looked at the sky not far away, and murmured to himself: "Your spirit is here, then... you still lack a good body. Fuyue don't be afraid, I'll find a good body for you."

After finishing speaking, Ning Qingmo didn't even bother with the cracked pipa.

He stepped into the void and left the Soul Concentrating Tower in an instant.

In Miguang Mountain, Li Fenglan, who was recovering from her injuries, suddenly opened her eyes.

His hands were on his chest, and his hands and feet were extremely cold.

Sensing that something was wrong with the master, Cheng Huang, who had just been lying on the side, hurriedly stood up and rubbed Li Fenglan with his head.

"It's okay..." Li Fenglan gently touched Chenghuang's head, "I just had a nightmare."

He never thought that he would actually dream of Ning Qingmo.

"It's disgusting." Li Fenglan whispered while stroking Cheng Huang's head.

I used to regard Ning Qingmo as a friend, but in the end, Ning Qingmo not only arranged for someone to arrest him, but also took the lead in encircling and suppressing him.

It was precisely because of his positive performance at that time that Ning Qingmo became the leader of the younger generation in the cultivation world in one fell swoop.

...If he really came to kill himself, a mad monk, for the righteousness of the cultivation world. Perhaps Li Fenglan could understand and admit that Ning Qingmo is a good monk.

But when Li Fenglan was trapped in the snowy Meizhou by the immortal chain, Ning Qingmo once said something to him by borrowing the sound transmission talisman.

Only Li Fenglan and Ning Qingmo knew about this matter.

In the sound transmission talisman, Ning Qingmo said in his usual ambiguous tone: "It's better to help the moon to disperse your cultivation base, smash your Dao heart, and stay by my side and be a mortal."

Scatter cultivation base, smash... Dao heart?

Be a mortal?

Even though he already knew what kind of person Ning Qingmo was. But when she heard the other party say such words to herself in such a frivolous tone, Li Fenglan almost became mad again at that time.

Winner and loser, locked up in the snowy Meizhou, Li Fenglan has nothing against it.

But insulting people like this is Ning Qingmo's problem!

Tianmian Palace, Yanyi Mountain.

When they met not long ago, the two masters and apprentices who were still facing each other with their swords drawn, actually faced each other this time and sat together calmly.

Qiu Wanyou is still the same as before, addicted to alcohol.

Although he had just been backlashed by Yao Zhengzhong and his injuries hadn't healed yet, this didn't affect Qiu Wanyou's hobby.

"Master..." Lin Chaochen gently put down his wine glass, looked into Qiu Wanyou's eyes and said, "Don't you really think about what I said?"

Qiu Wanyou's fingers paused.

"You're crazy." He said coldly.

"I'm very sober now, Master, you know that obsession has not always been like that." At this time, Lin Chaochen was full of gentlemanly demeanor, and it seemed that he had nothing to do with "intoxication".

But at the moment when he put down his wine glass, Qiu Wanyou still saw the dense scars on his apprentice's arm.

Qiu Wanyou didn't speak.

Lin Chaochen smiled again and said: "Master, this is the seventh time I have invited you to Yanyi Mountain. In the previous six times, you always refused directly. But this time, you came. You have always been very kind. Clearly, what exactly did I ask you to do—”

"Have you said enough?" Qiu Wanyou suddenly interrupted Lin Chaochen.

"Master, please cooperate with me." After a moment of silence, the smile on Lin Chaochen's face slowly dissipated, and he said to Qiu Wanyou, "Dongshan Yinhun Banner is about to be made, if you are willing to take action... then use Li Fenglan It is a sacrifice. Senior brother's spirit returns to his place, but it is only a matter of a blink of an eye."

Having said that, Lin Chaochen slowly stood up.

He walked to Qiu Wanyou's side and said in a low voice: "Besides, it's not like I couldn't figure out what you wanted to do with the remote clock."

"Lin Chaochen, are you threatening me?" Qiu Wanyou put down the wine glass in his hand and asked coldly.

"Master, don't think too much. I know that you didn't want to accept me as an apprentice from the very beginning. But even so, when you taught me, you also did your best to fulfill your duties as a master. So I have always I respect you very much—”

Before Li Fenglan, Qiu Wanyou had two nominal disciples under his sect.

One of them was Lin Chaochen's aunt, who entrusted Lin Chaochen to Qiu Wanyou before she died. Otherwise, how could Qiu Wanyou, who had stayed with Li Fuyue in the snowy Meizhou for three hundred years, be willing to accept another apprentice?

"Don't tell me about the past." Qiu Wanyou interrupted him.

"Okay," Lin Chaochen smiled, took a deep breath and said, "Anyway, don't worry, I just want to bring him back to life. At that time, I will tell the world that I have gone mad, and then I will walk into the Soul Refining Valley by myself. And you That’s it, bring senior brother back to the upper realm.”

Qiu Wanyou didn't speak, but Lin Chaochen, who had known him for thousands of years, understood what the man meant—the master was shaken.

It's like he didn't want to use the remote clock at first as the eye of the subduing **** formation, but finally agreed.

Qiu Wanyou's selfish side can always overthrow reason and gain the upper hand at the last moment.