The person that Lu Ming had been chasing all the way was Sang Wusheng. He had originally followed Lu Ming's aura to the mayor's house, and wanted to see Lu Ming solve everything before leaving, but for some reason a difficult person suddenly came. He was afraid that his aura would be detected by the other party, so he used his spiritual energy to fly away, but he didn't expect to be chased all the way.
He knew that the person following him was Lu Ming. Although he was confused, he still flew away on his own. To his surprise, he chased him all night long. Finally, it seemed that his spiritual energy was about to run out, and he collapsed here due to exhaustion.
If he had seen it right, this person was... crying? And judging from the situation, it seemed that he had been mistaken for someone else and had been chasing him all the way.
Thinking of this, Sang Wusheng felt as if a heavy stone was pressing down on his heart for some reason. The unfounded jealousy seemed to be getting more and more intense. He narrowed his eyes and said in a dark voice, "Who are you looking for?"
Lu Ming wiped the tears from his cheeks, calmed himself, stood up and looked at Sang Wusheng, his eyes returning to their usual indifference: "It has nothing to do with you."
Sang Wusheng looked at him coldly and asked, "Then why did you chase me all the way?"
Lu Ming looked at him straight, avoiding the question and said, "Let me ask you, do you know a person named Jing Mo? Why do you have his aura on you?"
Sang Wusheng felt cold in his heart. Was he crying because of this person called Jing Mo? Thinking of this, Sang Wusheng's jealousy suddenly increased several times, and he sneered and said, "Jing Mo? I seem to have some impression of him."
Lu Ming clenched his fists, his heart beating suddenly. He really knew about Jing Mo. Lu Ming couldn't hide the anxiety in his eyes no matter what, and asked anxiously: "If that's the case, do you know where he is now?"
Sang Wusheng was even more upset when he saw Lu Ming's appearance. His expression became even colder and his words were full of provocation: "How can I remember such a small fry clearly? Maybe he has already died under my sword."
Hearing this, Lu Ming's pupils shrank suddenly, and his cheeks turned pale. His eyes became dark, and his aura suddenly changed, and his eyes turned slightly red. After a long time, he squeezed out a few words from the air: "If you kill him, I will kill you no matter where you are."
Sang Wusheng did not get angry but laughed. No one had ever dared to talk to him like this. This man was really not afraid of death: "Oh? That depends on whether you have the ability to do so."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Ming suddenly took out a long sword from the space. The long sword emitted a faint red light, and the sword body was covered with ancient and strange patterns. Sang Wusheng was slightly stunned, and then curled his lips and sneered. He didn't expect that the only other ancient sword in the cultivation world that could compete with the Qingli Sword, Chiyuan, would be in this person's hands.
However, the opponent obviously could not fully utilize the true effect of the Chiyuan Sword. The posture of holding the sword was obviously not quite correct, and the red color emitted by the sword was not pure enough. If he fought with me at this time, he would not have any chance of winning at all.
Moreover, seeing how pale this man's face is, it seems that he has consumed too much spiritual energy. If he uses the Chiyuan Sword again, his spiritual energy will probably be overdrawn even more seriously.
Sang Wusheng glanced at him coldly, then said, "You are no match for me."
Lu Ming didn't care, and poured all his spiritual energy into the Chiyuan Sword. Suddenly, the sword body burst out with a stronger red light, making Lu Ming's cheeks look like a demon. Before Sang Wusheng could react, he immediately flew forward and stabbed with the sword.
Sang Wusheng was not at all flustered. He released a surge of demonic energy with one hand and instantly blocked Chi Yuan. He stretched out his hand and pulled hard, and Lu Ming was imprisoned in his strong arms. His cheek was only a few centimeters away from Sang Wusheng. With a light breath, the hot air sprayed on the other's face.
Sang Wusheng felt itchy in his heart because of the heat on his cheek. He quickly calmed down and hugged Lu Ming tightly, who was trying to leave. His other hand tightly grasped the hilt of the Chiyuan Sword and said coldly, "Are you looking for death?"
Lu Ming was strangled by Sang Wusheng's arm, and he could even feel the burning temperature of Sang Wusheng's palm on his waist. The feeling of being suppressed by the other party including his hands and feet made him feel ashamed in his heart. In anger and shame, he gritted his teeth and completely released the little spiritual energy in his body.
Sang Wusheng's face changed, and he quickly let go of Lu Ming and stepped back a few steps, with anger on his face: "You are crazy!"
Lu Ming smiled coldly, with a trace of pain in his eyes: "I have been looking for him for ten years, and you actually said that he has been killed by you. No one can be rational!"
Sang Wusheng's mind suddenly flashed some memories that did not belong to him. He frowned, but his heart was moved. Sure enough, every time he got close to this person and heard his voice, his memories of the forbidden spells tended to gradually awaken, as if these forbidden spells were completely vulnerable in front of this person.
Sang Wusheng hid the myriad thoughts in his eyes, and could only endure the inexplicable depression in his heart, and continued to look up at the other party provocatively. The corners of his mouth slightly curled up, condensing into a bloodthirsty smile: "If you want to avenge him, then practice for another ten or eight years. You are not qualified to talk to me now."
Lu Ming was obviously enraged. He smiled coldly, his eyes were as cold as ice, and he raised his sword to stab Sang Wusheng. In a flash, the two fought so hard that the sky and earth were dark, sand and rocks were flying, and the Qingli Sword and the Chiyuan Sword were both the most powerful ancient weapons, not inferior to each other. Sang Wusheng did not use his full strength, and Lu Ming also resisted. For a while, there was a stalemate, and it took a long time to determine the winner. Instead, the two were wounded and in a very embarrassed state.
Sang Wusheng saw Lu Ming's face getting paler and his lips were tightly pursed, bleeding from his teeth, but he still held on and refused to give up. He felt distressed and helpless, knowing that if he continued like this, his life would be in danger, so his eyes turned cold, and he suddenly exerted force, using the Qingli Sword to bounce Chi Yuan away. Lu Ming's hands were numb from the shock, and he was caught off guard and threw Chi Yuan far away.
Lu Ming hurriedly flew over and tried to pick up the sword not far away, but Sang Wusheng rushed forward and pushed him hard. He fell backwards quickly and was pinned to the ground by Sang Wusheng, unable to move.
Lu Ming struggled for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Let me go!"
Sang Wusheng narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "Do you hate me so much?"
Lu Ming said angrily: "You killed him!"
Sang Wusheng looked at the young man who was pinned down under him. His eyes were slightly red and swollen, his cheeks were covered with crisscross scars, his face was as pale as paper, he looked embarrassed and vulnerable. Even now, being pinned down by him, he was still so unruly. For some reason, such beauty and tenacity made his heart beat fast. The sadistic gene in his heart grew rapidly. He just wanted him to lose his mind for him, to be moved by him, and his every move could only be because of him.
When Lu Ming saw the look in Sang Wusheng's eyes when he was looking at him, it seemed as if it contained thousands of words, yet was so obscure and forbearing that he was suddenly startled and forgot to resist for a moment.
Sang Wusheng suppressed the desire in his heart, took a deep breath, climbed up from Lu Ming, as if nothing had happened, turned around and said coldly: "Although you are so eager to die, I am not interested in playing with you anymore."
After saying that, before Lu Ming could come to his senses, he quickly used his spiritual energy to fly away, and his back soon disappeared into the night.
Lu Ming clenched his fists tightly, his heart suddenly cold. If Jing Mo was really killed by Sang Wusheng, then no matter what, he would find him to avenge Jing Mo, even if it cost him his life, he would not change his mind at all.
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Lu Ming returned to Qingshan Town in despair. There was already a hint of golden light in the sky. In a blink of an eye, the whole earth became brighter, and the sunlight sprinkled on the earth, driving away the vast darkness, but it could not dispel the haze in Lu Ming's heart.
After Master Fang was locked in a magic weapon by the mysterious Taoist, Lu Ming and others did not delay and wrote a letter to the mayor's house, telling him not to worry. Then they quietly put on the invisibility talisman, avoided the townspeople of Qingshan Town, and went to Kun-Lai Summit with the Taoist.
The Taoist priest looked calm, with a hint of a smile on his face, and said to Lu Ming in a gentle voice, "What is the name of this Taoist friend?"
Lu Ming smiled lightly, his tone somewhat distant: "My name is He Qingci, I haven't asked for your name yet."
The man smiled faintly and said, "My name is Yunluan. Speaking of which, could it be that fellow Taoist is He Qingci, the eldest son of the He family?"
Lu Ming nodded, thinking to himself, when did his fame become so great? Even a sect as isolated as Kun-Lai Summit knew about it?
Yunluan had admiration in his eyes, nodded and smiled, "Who in the cultivation world doesn't know that He Qingci is not only very accomplished in Taoism, but also has a noble character and is good at helping others. The people often talk about you and express their gratitude for your help."
Lu Ming felt a little embarrassed when he heard this. In the past ten years, he had traveled all over the country to find Jing Mo and Hua Tui, and encountered more than one bad thing. Moreover, he was originally responsible for the mission of domineering value. He was able to save people and complete the mission at the same time. He had a very fulfilling life in the past ten years. Now the domineering value has reached 48%, almost half, which was beyond his expectations.
As they talked, they flew away. Mingduo snorted coldly from time to time while hiding in the soul-fixing magic weapon. Sometimes he was so anxious that he almost jumped out and cursed, wishing to break the jar and throw it away. Luming was frightened by him, fearing that Yunluan would accidentally detect Mingduo's existence, so he hurriedly and quietly strengthened the power of the talisman. He was no match for him now!
After a while, 233 quietly crawled out of the space and whispered in Lu Ming's ear: "Master, the location of the purple furnace's blueprint has probably been locked."
Lu Ming was startled and asked hurriedly, "Where is it?"
233 said: "It is in the secret water realm of Kun-Lai Summit."
"Shuize Secret Realm..." Lu Ming muttered to himself, and then said, "I think a trip to Kun-Lai is essential."
233 pouted and said, "The Shuize Secret Realm is enshrined with several forbidden spells by the Sect Master and his fellow disciples. You cannot enter it with your own strength. The only way is to enter Kun-Lai Summit to practice Taoism, become a member of Kun-Lai, and wait for the Kun-Lai Trial in a year. By then, the Shuize Secret Realm will be opened, and you can take advantage of those three days to get the blueprint of the Purple Furnace Artifact."
Lu Ming nodded and sighed softly. He had waited for ten years, so why should he be afraid of just one year? The only thing he could do now was to use all possible means to enter Kun-Lai Summit.
Just as Lu Ming was about to ask Yun Luan about how to enter Kun-Lai Summit to practice, suddenly, a gust of wind came from afar.
Lu Ming was puzzled, stopped, and turned to look behind him.
He saw a tall young man running towards him. He had a handsome face and a tall figure. He was wearing a light blue gown and his eyes were full of anxiety. He saw Lu Ming looking back at him, and his eyes flashed with ecstasy. He moved his lips towards Lu Ming, but he was so surprised that he couldn't say a word. After a long time, he murmured in a low voice: "Brother, I finally found you."
Lu Ming's breathing suddenly stopped, his pupils shrank, and his body began to tremble. He stared at the other person, not willing to blink, for fear that Jing Mo would disappear, and even more afraid that this was just an illusion he had created.
It was not until that person gradually approached him, stretched out his slender and strong arms, and pulled him tightly in his arms, choking and calling him over and over again, that Lu Ming finally reacted. The overwhelming surprise almost made him a little unclear, his eyes quickly filled with mist, and there was only one thought in his heart that kept telling him that Jing Mo was finally back.
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