The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Feng Ling, who was still in sorrow just a moment ago, suddenly rolled her eyes beautifully and pinched the fingerprints used by the disciples of the Delusion Immortal Sect to recognize each other outside. "I haven't used it for too long, so I'm a little rusty."

She complained lightly.

In fact, Yu Mian saw that her movements were smooth and skillful, as if she had done it thousands of times, so there was no way she was unfamiliar with it.

Perhaps what is unfamiliar is the memories over a long period of time.

"Is this believable?" She proudly moved forward and pinched Yu Mian's little face with her fingers, this cute baby.

Yu Mian slapped away the mischievous hand, and finally believed it a little bit. He asked hesitantly, "Then do you know what kind of person the master of Yufu Mountain, who is also my master, is?"

Feng Ling raised his eyebrows, "Grandmaster, are you really a disciple of Yufu Mountain?"

"Let me guess, are you Ruci's disciple?"

Yu Mian shook his head.

"Deer?"

She continued to shake her head.

"It's impossible for You Ning, what about Yue Qiong?"

"I just ruled out Junior-Martial-Nephew Fu Qing. I know now!" Feng Ling swore confidently, looking at Yu Mian and said, "Then you must be Xuan Xuan's disciple!"

"But with your small body, you choose the path of domineering body. Could it be that it is because you have a wealthy family?!" She touched her chin, thinking of the top-grade spirit stone that Yu Mian just took out, and confirmed her thoughts.

Yu Mian sat down on the ground and shook his head weakly, "My...my master is Sheng Qing."

Feng Ling was petrified on the spot, pointing at Yu Mian's small body for a long time before finally saying: "Are you a soul cultivator?!"

What he meant was, Yu Mian is not dead? !

But anyone with a discerning eye could see that Yu Mian was a human cultivator, a pure human cultivator.

Feng Ling patted his chest and said, "It is true that the world has changed. The little snake can actually accept disciples."

"Then, what kind of person is the Grandmaster?" Yu Mian asked again. She had also asked this question to her Fifth Grandmaster, but she refused to tell her. She just said that the past was the past and there was no need to pursue it.

"Big sister, she was the cultivator with the greatest chance of ascending to heaven back then. She was talented and hardworking, and treated us very well. She was the undisputed number one cultivator in the Delusion Immortal Sect!" Feng Ling spoke of her big sister who was like a sister and a mother to her. Her tone calmed down, but with a hint of regret. "Later... she single-handedly fought against the new Demon Lord and forcibly sealed the demons for three hundred years, delaying the great catastrophe of immortals and demons for three hundred years. After her foundation was damaged, she devoted herself to training disciples in the sect."

She sighed, "I finally survived the catastrophe, but I was never able to go back to see her."

"Did the senior sister... die?" Feng Ling already knew the answer in her heart, as Venerable Qian Hong's foundation was completely shattered, and unless a miracle happened, there was no way to save the situation. However, she still had some hope.

What if...

Yu Mian nodded, and the light in Feng Ling's eyes dimmed completely, no longer as lively as before.

After knowing the story in the past, Yu Mian felt a little sad. He didn't expect that his master was such a person. What caused Sheng Qing to hate him so much?

Unfortunately, this great master only lived a thousand years ago, so we have no way of knowing what happened after that.

"By the way, little monk, how did you get into this small secret realm?" Feng Ling asked curiously. This was the secret realm that their Qingfeng clan was born with.

She was afraid that they would die together without being able to take the old man Blood Moon with her, so she dragged him into the secret realm. Even if his soul could not be reborn, was trapped in the secret realm forever, and finally dissipated, she could not let him go.

Yu Mian described the process of entering, and also said that besides himself, there were ten other disciples from various sects with excellent qualifications.

"Oh no! That old demon is really powerful. He has not been wiped out in a thousand years. If he were to gain a physical body and escape, who knows how many pieces of land would be covered by the vision of the blood moon hanging in the sky." Feng Ling mentioned the old demon with a serious expression and a cold tone.

Yu Mian knew that the kind-looking old man was not a good person, but was actually the Blood Moon Demon General!

A thousand years ago, that old pervert who massacred the city and shed blood.

“What should I do?!” Yu Mian also wanted to get rid of the old man. After all, he almost hurt him, but the gap in strength was like a chasm.

"Do you... still have spirit stones?" Feng Ling looked at the little rich kid.

Yu Mian covered his Qiankun bag, what happened?

"100 million points, what's wrong?"

"Take them all out, and while my soul is still here, light a last hurrah and take him away." Feng Ling's tone was relaxed, but Yu Mian knew that when she said "light a last hurrah", she meant it literally.

The price of burning the soul is that this ghost will no longer exist in the world, and there will be no afterlife or past life.

"Oh."

After a conversation, she believed it about 70% of the time. Since everyone will die one day, she might as well take a chance.

Yu Mian poured out the spiritual stones in his Qiankun bag like a small waterfall, and a small hill half a person's height was formed.

Feng Ling's eyes lit up when she looked at her. Where did this golden doll come from?

"Okay, okay, my soul is too weak. I can't absorb too much, or I'll explode." Feng Ling stopped her from falling, then sat down cross-legged and began to absorb spiritual energy.

Outside the cave, the night is deep. After midnight, the Double Ninth Festival arrives.

Yu Mian, who was originally sitting aside, practicing meditation in order not to waste his energy, opened his eyes.

I touched my pretty face and pinched it, why is it a little hot...

Could it be that you have a fever?

It's impossible. She has already established her foundation, how could she get a minor illness?

If I have a baby, it will be a serious illness.

She sat cross-legged for a while, but felt it was too much for her to sit still, so she stood up and moved her body, then took off her cassock and coat, leaving only the skirt-like outfit underneath.

After practicing for another hour, he really couldn't find the feeling, so he opened his eyes and walked around in the narrow cave.

Eleven points out of ten are wrong.

She tied the half of her hair that was loose at the back of her head into a bun and gently fanned her face with her hands.

She swayed back and forth, and Feng Ling, who was absorbing, said helplessly: "Little monk, why are you leaving?"

She opened her eyes and saw Yu Mian, who was wearing cool clothes. She subconsciously put her arms around her chest, but put them down in embarrassment the next second. Ahem...

Yu Mian looked at the actions of the Grandmother Master and was speechless...

"I just feel a little hot." Yu Mian involuntarily took two steps closer, but was shouted back by Feng Ling.

"Don't come near me. Why is there so much yang energy in you?" Feng Ling frowned. Her soul, which had just awakened, could not withstand the burning of the yang fire.

"Yang energy?" Yu Mian reacted and immediately blushed.

isn't it? !

At a time like this, why are you, Shaoyin Holy Body, making trouble?

Wan La, you want to take me, the owner of this body, away with you.