The little cousin of the group is actually a genius in cultivating immortals

Zhao Wenting, Liang Chuxin and Mo Mo were on their way to Xianpeng Island. In order to save time, Zhao Wenting used his own spiritual energy as a guide, which consumed a huge amount of spiritual power.

"Instructor Zhao, are you really okay?" Liang Chuxin asked with a frown.

"I'm fine, we'll be there soon. We need to buy time for Mo Mo." Zhao Wenting looked into the distance, his voice obviously much weaker.

Liang Chuxin hugged Mo Mo, whose body had long lost its temperature, and tears flowed silently like a broken string.

In Xianpeng Island.

The lotus flowers in the pond are in full bloom, like a vivid picture spread out before your eyes. The emerald green lotus leaves cover the water surface, and the pink lotus flowers dotted in between, like stars.

The little boy Huixuan, who was sweeping the floor, looked at Kongming who suddenly walked to the outer door and asked in surprise, "Master, is there something wrong?"

Generally, the chef will not appear here at this time.

The man called Master by the little boy smiled faintly. He looked at the lotus flowers blooming tenaciously in the pond and sighed softly: "What is coming has finally come."

The little boy looked towards the door in confusion, only to see three people falling from the sky, one of whom seemed to be seriously injured.

"Master! Master! Please, save my friend."

Seeing someone, Liang Chuxin immediately ran over and pleaded with Kong Ming who looked calm.

"Please...save her!"

"thump--!"

Zhao Wenting, who held Mo Mo in his arms the whole time, fell to the ground after saying the first sentence.

"Hui Xuan! Call someone!" Kong Ming took Mo Mo from his hands and quickly walked towards the cabinet, not forgetting to instruct his little disciple as he walked.

“Yes, Master!” Huixuan threw the broom aside and ran while shouting, “Senior Brother! Senior Brother Mingjue!”

Mo Mo was carried away by the master, and Zhao Wenting fainted on the spot. Liang Chuxin, who was undecided about whether to stay or not, finally chose to follow Mo Mo.

It was already the morning of the next day.

Zhao Wenting, who had already woken up from his coma, was also waiting anxiously at the door of the bamboo house with Liang Chuxin. Apart from the three masters and apprentices, Liang Chuxin had not closed her eyes either.

"How is it? What did the master say?"

Seeing Mingjue coming out with an iron basin full of blood and blood-stained cotton, Zhao Wenting immediately asked about the situation inside.

Mingjue shook his head, left in a hurry, and ran to the kitchen to get hot water.

"Senior Brother! The cotton in the cabinet is gone!" Huixuan shouted towards the kitchen in a very childish voice.

"Warehouse, there should be some stock in the warehouse, Huixuan, please look for it again."

"Oh!"

Listening to the conversation between the two children, Zhao Wenting frowned. According to the current situation, it was difficult for him to guarantee success.

He walked towards Huixuan, stood in front of the little boy, and asked, "Where is your warehouse? I'll go with you to find it."

When Liang Chuxin saw Zhao Wenting leave, she wondered if she could help in some way instead of standing here anxiously, so she walked towards the kitchen.

Everyone is very busy at the moment.

Mingjue entered the bamboo house again with clean hot water.

"master!"

Suddenly, Mingjue shouted loudly, making everyone's heart jump to their throat.

Zhao Wenting and Liang Chuxin rushed into the room first.

What I saw was Master Kongming meditating and gathering his energy, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth and a pool of blood splattered on the ground.

Mo Mo, lying on the bamboo bed, remained motionless, his face as pale as a piece of white paper.

"Master! What's wrong with you?" Little Huixuan walked to Master Kongming and pulled his sleeve with his chubby little hands.

Kong Ming slowly opened his eyes, reached out and touched the little boy's head, and said, "Be good, Hui Xuan, the master is fine."

"But, Master, you have already vomited blood." Mingjue looked worried and didn't understand why his master was trying so hard to save a stranger.

"Mingjue, take your fellow disciples and the guests out." Master Kongming spoke with heavy breathing, and he looked very weak at the moment.

"Master, my friend..."

Liang Chuxin wanted to ask Mo Mo about the current situation, but was interrupted by Zhao Wenting, who shook his head.

Finally, Liang Chuxin and her friend followed Mingjue and the other child out of the bamboo house.

At night, huge lightning that Liang Chuxin had never seen before continued to strike the bamboo house. In order to ensure the safety of people outside the house, Zhao Wenting stretched out his hand to stop the three children who wanted to approach the bamboo house.

"master!"

"master!"

Although Mingjue and Huixuan didn't know what was happening in the house, their premonition told them that it must be something bad.

"Boom--!"

"Sa——!"

The strong light made it impossible for everyone to open their eyes. At the same time, the bamboo house split into two halves and collapsed.

Everyone was stunned! In just a moment, they could no longer hold back and rushed over.

Mo Mo was lying peacefully on the bed, intact. There was a glowing object at his throat that slowly moved down and finally stopped at the position of Mo Mo's dantian. Slowly, the light disappeared.

"She's saved, Mo Mo is saved." Liang Chuxin cried with joy.

"master!"

As if awakened by Huixuan's cry, Liang Chuxin and Zhao Wenting turned their attention to Master Kongming.

Kongming had already collapsed to the ground, dying.

"Master!" Mingjue, who was already sixteen years old, was different from Huixuan who was ignorant of the world. His tears suddenly flowed out and he called out in a crying voice.

"Mingjue, don't cry. This is the master's destiny. From now on... your junior brother is still young, you have to be more considerate of him... You have to pass on Pengwuju well." Master Kongming grabbed Mingjue's hand and gave instructions with difficulty.

"Master!" Zhao Wenting squatted down and looked at Kong Ming with complicated eyes: "Thank you! Don't worry, I will take good care of them."

The master blinked at Zhao Wenting to show his relief, and then he never opened his eyes again.

Feeling that the hand holding him had no strength left, Mingjue's face was heavy with pain, and he shouted, "Master!"

Although Mo Mo was rescued, she felt happy in her heart; but when she saw the scene of Master Kong Ming and his disciples parting with life and death, her heart ached and tears flowed silently.

The Yan family on the other side.

"Since you have made up your mind, I won't say anything more. Be careful on the road. You must bring Mo Mo home. No matter she is dead or alive, she is a member of our Yan family." Yan Tao said to his youngest son Yan Mu, and reached out to wipe away his tears.

"I will, wait for my news."

When he heard the word "death", Yan Mu tightened his grip on the backpack. After saying a brief goodbye to his family, he embarked on his journey to Xianpeng.

**

The breeze blows gently, and the lotus flowers sway in the wind, as if a group of dancers in pink skirts are dancing lightly in the pond, elegant and charming.

Liang Chuxin, who had crawled out early in the morning to pick lotus pods, was now standing at the edge of the pond.

[It's just a few fresh lotus pods. I can do it, Mo Mo. As long as you can come back, I will go even if it means going through fire and water! ]

Thinking this in her heart, Liang Chuxin followed Huixuan onto the boat.

“Sister Chu Xin, pull back like Hui Xuan, and then rotate it like this to return to the starting point. This way, our boat can move in the pool.”

Liang Chuxin felt warm inside when she heard Huixuan, who was only seven years old, teaching her how to row a boat seriously like a little adult.

"This has been modified by the master. It will save more effort. Let's go together."

Listening to Huixuan mentioning his master, Liang Chuxin felt a surge of bitterness deep in his heart.

Master Kongming not only exhausted all his spiritual power, but also died from a thunderbolt because he changed Mo Mo's fate without authorization. So after burying Master Kongming with Mingjue, Zhao Wenting had to repair the bamboo house and take on the important task of supplying spiritual energy to Mo Mo every day. After a few days, he lost weight.

"Brother Zhao, drink this bowl of spiritual herb soup. It can strengthen your spirit and help you dredge your meridians, allowing your body to better absorb the spiritual energy of Xianpeng Island."

After Zhao Wenting drank the spiritual herb soup brought by Mingjue, his face was not as pale as before.

Mo Mo, who had been lying unconscious on the bed, was like a vegetable. If it weren't for her breathing and pulse, Zhao Wenting would have seriously doubted whether she had died.