Chapter 637: The Young Master is Her Heaven

Taoist Tonggu took a deep breath, his face looking somewhat solemn.

I didn't even notice the melon seeds falling. At this time, how could I have the mind to pay attention to the melon seeds?

"This secret realm... could it really be the work of a saint? In order to 'create a saint', no... creating a saint is not that easy. It should be said that it is laying a solid foundation for the Five Phoenixes."

This is what the ancient Taoists thought in their hearts.

This made him even more certain that behind Wu Huang stood a Starry Sky Saint.

He has been protecting the Five Phoenixes all along. Otherwise, the Five Phoenixes' rapid rise from the low-level martial arts world to the immortal martial arts world would have attracted the attention of the gods and demons long ago. When the Five Phoenixes were weak, they would never have been a match for the gods and demons.

After all, the weakest level of any god or demon is the emperor realm.

"The mind of a saint...is hard to guess."

"But what is the purpose of creating a Five Phoenix? A saint would never do something meaningless."

"Does the existence of the Five Phoenixes have other meanings?"

The minds of the people of Tonggu Dao are constantly turning.

Otherwise, it is impossible to explain why a saint would invest so much energy and means in the Five Phoenixes.

If the saint is optimistic about Lu Fan, then he should just promote and train Lu Fan. This is what Taoist Tonggu thought before, but now it seems that the saint's purpose is not to train only Lu Fan. The appearance of this white jade palace seems to be to train the entire Five Phoenixes...

Taoist Tonggu's gaze became increasingly focused as he stared at Tan Tai Xuan who was emitting the second level of soul fluctuations.

"The second level of soul is only an improvement in soul level and will not affect one's own cultivation, but... it has inadvertently raised the upper limit of cultivation."

"The soul level is like the capacity of a cup. The capacity of the first level of soul is small, and reaching the Heavenly Emperor is the limit. The second level of soul has a much larger capacity, and can cultivate a Quasi-Saint..."

Taoist Tonggu looked deeply at the figures sitting cross-legged on the stairs of the white jade palace.

Now, Taoist Tonggu can be sure that the value of this white jade palace is no less than the place of contemplation formed by the three statues of the Beast Ancestor.

The statue of the Beast Ancestor is for cultivating cultivation, while this white jade palace is for cultivating the soul level.

Both are important, but if I have to say one, perhaps cultivating the soul level is more difficult.

Because the improvement of the soul level requires one's own understanding to comprehend, it is more mysterious and more difficult.

Taoist Tonggu suddenly felt a little regretful.

It's a pity that he is not allowed to enter the palace. If his soul level can be comprehended to the third level in the palace, perhaps the human race can have another saint.

The birth of a saint can have an enormous impact on the situation of the entire human race.

"However, although Tan Tai Xuan has entered the second level of the soul, it is still difficult for him to maintain it. Some people can enter it in an instant, but they will soon become weak again. The key is to maintain it."

Taoist Tonggu narrowed his eyes and was no longer in a hurry.

He sat down again and continued to eat melon seeds. He was very curious about how many more surprises this white jade palace could bring him.

…

On the island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Fan's face turned slightly pale.

His mind was focused on the preaching platform, connecting the spiritual power of the God of Fire Element with the White Jade Palace, providing spiritual power support for the White Jade Palace.

Crash...

The powerful spiritual power was continuously transmitted to the white jade palace along the chains on the Bagua Formation Cauldron.

The God of Fire Element felt the rapid dissipation of his spiritual energy, and was suddenly a little frightened.

"What did you do?!"

"You want to rip me off?!"

The God of Fire Element began to feel uneasy, and angrily attacked the Bagua Formation Cauldron, trying to break out of the cauldron.

Just at that moment, he felt that a large amount of his spiritual power was absorbed. That one bite... almost took his life.

If he continues at this speed and rhythm, after seven or eight times, he will be sucked dry sooner or later!

And Lu Fan also discovered this problem, a very serious problem.

The power of the Fire Element God's soul can be said to be the main source of the White Jade Palace. If Lu Fan were to support it, it would be drained in an instant.

If the situation continues like this, it is only a matter of time before the God of Fire Element is drained.

Lu Fan had to think of a way.

"If you want to milk the cow, you have to feed it well..."

Lu Fan seemed to be thinking about something.

Resigned from the pulpit.

Lu Fan was feeling the breeze on the top of the pavilion, and his head felt a little swollen. Although he had built a channel to use the spiritual power of the God of Fire Element as a supply, the transmission of this channel also required Lu Fan's spiritual power to conduct, so Lu Fan would also consume some energy.

However, it is not a big problem. With Lu Fan's spiritual power, he will be able to withstand it soon.

What he cares about is how to make the God of Fire Elemental maintain its output for a long time...

"Use pills?"

Lu Fan pondered, then controlled the Thousand Blade Chair and floated into the Alchemy Pavilion and into Ni Yu's small treasury.

After finding out all the pills that Ni Yu had refined over the years, he discovered that the effects of the pills were not enough to help restore his spirit.

Lu Fan sighed. Did he have to research a pill recipe like this?

But now, Lu Fan's soul power is under great pressure to maintain the output. If he studies the pill formula again, his soul may be too strenuous.

"Oh, right, if elixirs don't work, spiritual medicine will work..."

"Go check Dad's little piggy bank too."

Lu Fan's eyes lit up, and after making up his mind, he floated out and headed towards the ancient tomb and Lu Changkong's laboratory.

In the ancient tomb.

Lu Changkong's research place.

Acres of medicinal fields are being opened up, rich fragrance emanates from the fields, and each plant of medicinal herbs is waving in the wind.

Lu Fan swept his eyes across and looked at quite a few miraculous medicines, but he was not satisfied with any of them and did not find the one he wanted.

Lu Fan continued to walk deeper into the medicinal field.

Soon, Lu Fan's eyes lit up.

"Backwater Grass, a top-grade divine medicine, can be taken orally or applied topically, toxicity: slightly, can speed up blood flow, enhance body functions until it explodes, and increase the strength of a desperate battle in a desperate situation."

Under a grass petal covered with red bloodshot, there is a plaque inscribed with the medicinal properties of this miraculous medicine.

Lu Fan smacked his lips.

"Poison is poison, what about the magic medicine..."

Lu Fan was speechless.

This waterweed, although it sounds nice, is actually a poisonous weed that can detonate human blood.

If you are not careful, the blood will explode and the person will die.

Lu Fan shook his head. Although this magical medicine was good, it was not what Lu Fan was looking for.

As he searched along the way, he saw many top-grade miraculous medicines. These were the results of Lu Changkong's work over the years, and Lu Fan was dazzled and stunned by them.

He had always thought that his father was just playing around, and that he was more interested in cultivating poisonous herbs and enhancing the power of the Ten Thousand Poison Body.

But I didn't expect that my father could hybridize so many strange and poisonous weeds.

“Got it!”

"Luan Shen Chrysanthemum, low-grade immortal medicine, oral administration, toxicity: medium. After swallowing, it will stimulate the Yuan Shen, enhance the Yuan Shen's release power, make the Yuan Shen swell, and finally explode."

Under a translucent chrysanthemum that looks like a jellyfish, there is a plaque with an introduction.

But Lu Fan was extremely satisfied. He had found it. This was what he was looking for! With a thought, his spiritual energy formed a thick protective glove. Even Lu Fan did not dare to take it lightly. After all, the intermediate toxicity that his father had mentioned was definitely terrifying.

Lu Fan didn't want to have everything going smoothly for so long, only to be poisoned to death by Lu Changkong's poison in the end.

After picking the chaos chrysanthemums, Lu Fan did not stay for long. He glanced at the two remaining chaos chrysanthemums in the medicinal field. After thinking about it, he decided not to pick them and leave some for his father.

…

On the stairs of the white jade palace.

Tan Tai Xuan looked peaceful.

There are faint white spots surging between the eyebrows, which is a manifestation of the increase of soul power.

After Tan Tai Xuan entered the second level of the soul realm, he vaguely sensed something strange and looked around.

The world that was originally flawless in his eyes became less vivid at this moment.

However, Tan Tai Xuan did not break away and leave directly.

It's a rare opportunity to be reborn, so Tan Tai Xuan plans to give it a good try.

In this life, can he reach the pinnacle as a mortal?

How far can he lead Daxuan? After Tang Xiansheng died, Tan Taixuan took Tang Yimo away.

Of course, Tang Guo and Tang Yimo's mother were also brought to the imperial capital, where Tang Yimo was enrolled in school and taught martial arts.

Tang Yimo was indeed very talented in martial arts, which even surprised Jiang Li. With all his heart, he was trained and soon, Tang Yimo became a captain of a thousand men in the Daxuan Army commanded by Jiang Li.

The world was unified, and Tan Tai Xuan began to handle affairs.

After all, he had experience as an emperor and was very familiar with the ways of governing the country, which amazed his advisers such as Mo Beike and Mo Ju.

Under the rule of Tan Tai Xuan, the Great Xuan Dynasty ushered in a prosperous era.

Ten years passed in a flash, and Tan Tai Xuan became more and more peaceful, as if he was about to transcend.

He looks gentle and elegant, but even the most powerful master of qi and blood would not have the courage to throw a punch in front of Tan Tai Xuan.

While the country was flourishing, Tan Tai Xuan launched a strong attack against the outside world.

He asked Jiang Li to lead the Daxuan Army and directly fight out of the Daxuan area, kill towards Rongdi, and fight out of the boundless desert.

Soon, they encountered the Marton Dynasty of the Western Continent.

Under the training of Tan Tai Xuan, the Daxuan Iron Cavalry has become strong and powerful, and has outstanding master generals such as Jiang Li and Zhao Zixu.

The Kingdom of Marton was unable to stop the Great Xuan Dynasty and was quickly defeated and conquered by the Great Xuan Dynasty.

And Tan Tai Xuan continued his conquest.

The entire Wuhuang Continent was included in the territory. Of course, this was the Wuhuang before the transformation of heaven and earth.

Finally, after thirty years, Tan Tai Xuan stood at the top of the Five Phoenixes.

Because there is no spiritual practice civilization, even the masters of Qi and blood will still be deprived of vitality over the years, begin to grow old, and gradually become old.

Tan Tai Xuan is no exception.

Jiang Li is old and can no longer lift a knife.

Tan Tai Xuan has also grown old, and many of his old friends have passed away. In an era without cultivators, no one can maintain longevity, and the power of the rules of time is as cruel as a knife.

However, Tan Tai Xuan was satisfied.

In this life, he did not choose to die of illness in bed.

When the morning sun rose, he was wearing the robes of the Emperor, sitting on the throne, gazing into the distance.

After decades of sedimentation, his soul gradually calmed down and he became more profound.

The morning sun shines in, casting a brilliant light on the court.

Tan Tai Xuan's old body was bathed in the sun, with the corners of his mouth raised.

With the arrogance and endless vigor of a human emperor, he closed his eyes.

Boom! Everything in front of me exploded.

A stream of light burst out from the palace and quickly penetrated into the body of Tan Tai Xuan who was sitting cross-legged on the white jade stairs.

Tan Tai Xuan opened his eyes and looked at the white jade palace calmly. Everything was just as he expected. The life he had experienced was really just an illusion created by this palace.

However, Tan Tai Xuan himself couldn't tell whether it was true or false.

However, he knew that his experiences in this life had brought about some changes in him, changes at the soul level.

Tan Tai Xuan, who was originally stuck at the Nine-Turn Golden Immortal level, now feels that it will not be difficult for him to enter the Daluo Immortal level.

Although he could break through before, as his soul level improved, he could easily break through that breakthrough membrane.

…

In fact, it is not only Tan Tai Xuan who has lived a second life.

Most of the Five Phoenixes lived their lives again, in completely different ways and postures.

He lived a new life in the Five Phoenixes where there was no spiritual energy, no cultivators, no Baiyujing, and no Young Master Lu.

When Ning Zhao opened her eyes, she found herself back in Beiluo City, working as Lu Fan's maid. She was stunned.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, she pursed her red lips, her eyes could not help but waver, and even seemed to continue to be misty.

When a clanging sound was heard in Lu Fan's room, Ning Zhao hurriedly pushed the door open and entered, just in time to see Lu Fan who was stubbornly trying to get up from the ground.

"Young Master!"

Ning Zhao called out, and helped Lu Fan to get up and sit on the wooden wheelchair.

Lu Fan said nothing.

Ning Zhao stood aside, quietly looking at the young man who was still a little immature at this time, but had a stubbornness that was hard for ordinary people to imagine.

He no longer had the graceful demeanor and unrivaled beauty, but was just an ordinary Young Master Lu with a crippled leg and limited mobility.

"He is no longer that peerless gentleman..."

Ning Zhao felt a little regretful, but after the regret, he felt a little hopeful.

perhaps……

A gentleman like this is not an unattainable gentleman.

"Sir, let me help you..."

Ning Zhao's voice became much softer as he helped Lu Fan wipe his face.

Beiluo City is still Beiluo City. Ning Zhao finds himself returning to the original starting point. At this time, Beiluo has not yet been breached.

Ning Zhao serves Lu Fan every day, doing his job conscientiously.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Her enthusiasm made the somewhat introverted Lu Fan feel a little overwhelmed, but he gradually got used to it.

He got used to Ning Zhao helping him wipe his hands, got used to Ning Zhao pushing him around the garden, got used to Ning Zhao coming back to the house and carrying him onto the bed, etc…

Ning Zhao was also used to doing these things, willingly and without any complaints.

Perhaps, the young man in front of him was not that young man, but Ning Zhao became more and more enthusiastic.

Many things in this world have changed.

Without spiritual energy, the young master would not have grown into such a peerless genius.

You can kill millions of enemies by placing a piece on the chessboard.

However, Ning Zhao felt inexplicably happy, as if the little joy in his heart could come true.

When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Ning Zhao would sit cross-legged quietly on Lu Fan's roof.

Looking at the starry sky, thinking about things in another world.

"In fact, Empress Ni Chunqiu is still very enviable... At least, she has the courage to take that step."

"But some people can only hide everything in their hearts, secretly watching from afar, not daring to speak out."

Ning Zhao pursed his lips.

Although there would be regrets in living his life again, Ning Zhao put all his passion from his previous life into it.

The young master is her heaven.

And in Ning Zhao's countdown.

Beiluo City, as the defensive city of Da Zhou, eventually faced a siege.

However, unlike the previous life, the forces attacking Beiluo this time were the coalition forces of Overlord and Tang Xiansheng.

The young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty was violent and ruthless, causing Beiluo City to be in turmoil.

Lu Changkong chose to defend the city resolutely.

However, the Overlord is too strong. In a world without spiritual energy, the Overlord, who is a grandmaster, is the best in the world.

Beiluo City was breached.

The peace of the Lu Mansion was broken.

As a warrior, Ning Zhao must step forward to protect the Lu Mansion.

Lu Changkong sent someone to pick up Lu Fan and leave.

One after another, the enemy's master warriors came to chase and kill him. Ning Zhao's thin body blocked in front of Lu Fan, defending the young master to the death.

Over the years, after her rebirth, her cultivation has improved a lot and she has already entered the realm of a grandmaster.

However, this is not the era of cultivation, and even the Grandmaster has his limits.

The wounds on her body increased and more blood flowed.

But in the end, she stood still, blocking these people from chasing the young master who was retreating.

This is her obsession. The Young Master used to be her sky, but now... she has invested everything in this life. She wants to create a sky for the Young Master.

When she finally lost the strength to hold the sword and fell to her knees, she raised her head with difficulty and watched the chariot carrying Lu Fan disappear at the end of the road.

She smiled.

This strong obsession seemed to break everything around it.

The space was fluctuating, Ning Zhao felt that everything in front of him became blurry, and the world seemed to become dreamy.

"It's fake..."

Ning Zhao sighed.

However, all of this was fake, but the feelings she had for the young master were real.

Some real things cannot be faked or replaced.

Ning Zhao felt his soul was sublimating.

After the hot emotions that had been suppressed deep in her heart were released, she felt that everything in the world seemed to become clear and graspable, and her mind became clear.

She lived a new life, and although it was short, she lived happily.

…

Sima Qingshan found himself reborn, and at that moment, he was panicked.

He once again became a poor painter in Nanjin City.

On the first day of his rebirth, he rushed out of Nanjin City frantically, taking all his belongings with him, and headed towards the city in his memory.

The refugees went downstream, while Sima Qingshan went upstream.

He still remembered that he had painted a picture of refugees, which was the first painting he gave her.

However, at this moment he had no intention of painting.

Finally, after three days and three nights, Sima Qingshan, who was so hungry that he was exhausted, finally arrived at the gate of the small town.

Living a new life, without spiritual energy, without cultivation methods... What should he do? What should he use to get to know her? Outside the city gate, Sima Qingshan hesitated, hesitated, and was also uneasy.

What if she dislikes him?

Sima Qingshan shook his head and entered the city resolutely.

Displaying and selling paintings in the city.

I set up a stall not far from the An Mansion, and what I do every day is to quietly look at the door of the An Mansion.

When he saw the beautiful figure wearing a red cloak walking out of the mansion, his eyes would always become bright.

He picked up the brush moistened with ink and slowly wrote on the rice paper.

The girl's graceful figure, like a lotus emerging from water, appeared on the drawing paper.

The girl in the red cloak was attracted over.

The lotus steps move lightly.

However, Sima Qingshan immediately packed up his stall, put away the scroll, and left in a hurry.

The girl looked at the fleeing figure with a bit of surprise.

Once, twice, three times...

Sima Qingshan himself felt extremely annoyed.

He was afraid of something in his heart.

Because now Sima Qingshan is not a cultivator, he is just a poor painter who has difficulty in supporting himself.

Perhaps it was this psychological pressure that made him afraid to face it.

Sima Qingshan was very annoyed and took out the scroll under the moonlight. The graceful figure in the scroll was only half painted, but Sima Qingshan couldn't help but smile slightly.

That night, he sat quietly, thinking about everything he had experienced.

He didn't know whether his previous experience was a dream or his current experience was a dream.

After thinking for a day and a night, I felt like an old monk in meditation.

Sima Qingshan finally woke up and made a decision in his heart.

He set up a stall in front of the An Mansion again, and when the girl in the red cloak saw him, she seemed to be angry and didn't come over, but turned around and left.

Sima Qingshan was dumbfounded, but he did not give up.

On the second day, the stall was placed directly on the path the girl had taken.

The girl was stunned, but she changed the route out of spite. On the third day, Sima Qingshan blocked the road where the girl changed the route again.

Finally, the girl came over.

Sima Qingshan watched calmly.

As the paintings unfolded one after another, the girl was stunned. Each painting was lifelike, as if it contained an extremely powerful will, which shook her mind.

Is this poor painter a master?

The girl took out the silver to buy the scroll, and Sima Qingshan did not refuse. He took the silver, gave her a painting, and told the girl to open it when she got home.

Although the girl was curious, she agreed.

After returning to the mansion, he unfolded the scroll and saw himself in the scroll as if he had come alive.

That painter... is painting her?

The girl's face suddenly turned bright red.

Every day that followed, the girl would come out, and Sima Qingshan would give her a painting every day.

Before I knew it, three hundred days and nights had passed.

There are more than 300 paintings in the girl's room. Each painting is of a girl, and the girl in each painting has different gestures.

Sima Qingshan's calm and gentle smile every day was unknowingly imprinted in the girl's heart.

The Great Zhou was destroyed and war broke out.

The tranquility of the small town was broken.

The soldiers rushed into the city, and the small town was in chaos, with cries and shouts ringing everywhere.

The An Mansion was thoroughly investigated by officers and soldiers, the head of the An family died tragically, and the entire mansion was in complete chaos. The servants fled with their packages, making the mansion a mess.

After Sima Qingshan learned about it, his heart was calm and he lived up to his calmness.

Despite the danger, he rushed into the An Mansion.

He found the girl's boudoir with ease. At this moment, the girl was helplessly hugging her legs in the boudoir.

She couldn't bear to part with these paintings, and she couldn't transport them away.

Sima Qingshan appeared and wanted to take her away.

The girl refused, biting her lip as she looked at the more than 300 paintings.

Sima Qingshan smiled and said, "Let's just say that we are getting to know each other again today. From today on, I will draw a picture for you every day."

"I am Sima Qingshan."

Afterwards, while the girl was in a trance, he took her hand and secretly left the mansion, went out of the city, and lived in seclusion in the mountains.

Decades passed.

A small hut in the mountains.

The old Sima Qingshan's trembling hands continued to spread the ink.

After painting.

The elderly Sima Qingshan, holding a wine pot, burned the scroll for the dead in front of a small grave next to the hut.

Afterwards, I drank some wine, sat in a rocking chair, and watched the spring go and the autumn come.

Build a house in the human world.

In the calm, the soul is like waves and ripples.

…

Inside the preaching platform.

With the transformation of the souls of Tan Tai Xuan, Ning Zhao, Sima Qingshan and others, the power of the God of Fire Element was almost drained.

“Stop smoking…”

The roar of the God of Fire Element became powerless.

With his hair flying and his white shirt fluttering, Lu Fan sensed the people on the white jade stairs who had achieved spiritual upgrading one by one, and a look of satisfaction and brilliance flashed across his lips.

Afterwards, he took out the Chaos God Chrysanthemum.

"Old Huo, it's time to take medicine."

"Mo Xu."

"Make up for it. The future of Wuhuang depends on you."

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