The Passion of Senior Brother Gao Leng

"How can you let Ling Han go?!" Li Hechen stared at the human-shaped black mist, but all he saw was darkness.

"Ling Han doesn't want you to open the Ten Thousand Immortals Map, because you are one of the few people who can look directly at the Ten Thousand Immortals Map. I need you to get that map." Hei Wu said.

"Isn't the picture right in front of you?" Li Hechen looked at the scroll that Ling Han still didn't let go of in a coma.

"This picture can only be opened once in ten years. People who are not qualified can only bring disasters after opening it, which is meaningless—as you can see, the entire Yunzong has turned into a purgatory on earth. "Hei Wu said, "I hope this time, you won't let me down."

"Since it is said that Ten Thousand Immortals can only be opened once every ten years, do I have to wait another ten years?" Li Hechen said.

"There's no need to be so troublesome, I can use the most convenient way - remember, Li Hechen, you only have ten years to complete the task I entrusted to you, otherwise, Ling Han's soul will never return to his body, and he will Suffering forever!" Hei Wu said, and suddenly approached Li Hechen's face: "You are very similar to him. If he can do it, you can do it too."

Just in an instant, Li Hechen suddenly felt the world turned upside down, he and Li Quanhei "fell" towards the densely packed corpse sky, while Ling Han was wrapped in black mist, getting farther and farther away from them.

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When Li Hechen woke up suddenly, he felt his stomach was overwhelmed, and he couldn't help but started to vomit.

When he vomited for a long time, even the yellow bile, he realized that he was lying on a bed.

"Hey, are you pregnant? I don't know where to find the vomiting, the whole room smells sour!" A teenager's voice sounded by the door.

"Where am I?!" Li Hechen asked on the edge of the bed, "Who are you?"

"Did you fall stupidly? It's over. In the past, I hoped that you would forget me and punish me a few times. I don't think this fall is really stupid!" The boy walked in with a medicine bowl, Li Hechen looked up and felt that the young man looked very familiar.

"Zheng Feiyu?! You! How could it be like this!" Li Hechen was horrified when he saw the visitor clearly—because Zheng Feiyu in front of him looked only sixteen or seventeen years old.

"How about me? Are you unhappy that I changed into new clothes?" Zheng Feiyu curled his lips and said, "Why didn't you tell me that you don't have feet? If I knew that your legs and feet are disabled, I wouldn't ask you to chase Man Shan ran away! Here! This is the medicine prepared by the uncle for you. He has a sword duel tonight and said he will come to see you later."

After Zheng Feiyu cleaned up Li Hechen's vomit, he asked him from time to time if he wanted to eat and drink, which was completely the irritable tone and temperament of a young man.

Li Hechen's heart was in a mess, and he sent him away. He thought about what happened. Now he has returned to ten years ago. He is not 29 years old, but 19 years old. Could it be that everything he experienced before was a nightmare?

Is it really a long dream of falling off a cliff?

He scratched his forehead with his hands, and suddenly found that there was an extra tattoo on the inner side of his arm - "ten"

He has never had any tattoos on his body, how did he get this tattoo?

"Li Hechen! I can't change back! It seems that we have returned to the situation ten years ago!" A black milk cat suddenly jumped onto his bed and patted his face with its paw.

"You are Li Quanhei?! You also came back with me?" Li Hechen asked in surprise.

"It's me! I've been dragged down by you now! I can't even change back to my real body, and I've become smaller!" Li Quanhei groaned.

"I'm really not dreaming." Only then did Li Hechen notice that the top of his head was wrapped in a layer of gauze, and it seemed that he really bumped his head.

"Quickly think of a way! I want to go back to the Demon Cult! I don't want to be a cat all my life!" Li Quanhei continued to slap his face.

"You ask me, what can I do? I..." Li Hechen struggled to sit up, and found that his prosthetic limb had been removed, and the stump was also wrapped in thick gauze, like a rice dumpling.

"Li Quanhei, go find my prosthetic limb, I want to get out of bed." Li Hechen said.

"Your prosthetic feet are broken. I saw Zheng Feiyu throwing away the pile of broken wood. But since we have all returned to the past, your junior brother will make you another pair." Li Quan, a half-grown milk cat Hei said.

Li Hechen tried to move his legs, and suddenly felt a pain, which caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead - he was finally able to walk with the help of prosthetic limbs, and now even the stumps are broken, wouldn't it be difficult for him to walk an inch in the future?

"Are you uncomfortable? Are you sweating so much?" Li Quanhei asked.

"I'm fine." Li Hechen closed his eyes and said.

"Let me call someone for you! I guess you must want to shit!" Li Quanhei said and ran out.

Pull your head!

Li Hechen tried his best to bring his memory back to ten years ago. If he remembered well, at this time, his master had just retreated, and he and Ling Han should have participated in the Sword Discussion Conference of the Immortal Cultivation Sect all over the world, and they both won the first prize.Could it be that Ling Han's so-called sword competition is the first martial art test to participate in the Sword Discussion Conference?

He still remembered that he was also selected as the representative of Yunzong to go to the Sword Discussion Conference with Ling Han in the first test, but he didn't get hurt at that time, so is history going to change because of this?

Li Hechen thought for a while, and finally tried to summon the sword spirit Moyue——

The Moyue Divine Sword hanging beside the bed turned into a Moyue Sword Spirit, kneeling down and saluting to him: "Master!"

Mo Yue at this time was also Mo Yue ten years ago, and she didn't know what happened afterwards.

"Moyue, you are my sword spirit, and I have to tell you about some things." Li Hechen leaned on the head of the bed and said, "I lost my feet when I was young, and now I have more injuries. I may never be able to stand up again. I need you to be my feet, do you understand?"

"Mo Yue understands!" Mo Yue looked up at his master. He felt so distressed that his master had suffered such a tragic disaster when he was just an adult—but what he didn't understand was why when his master fell off the cliff, he felt so distressed. Didn't feel the master's crisis?It stands to reason that if the master is in trouble, the sword spirit will sense it and automatically appear as a savior—why didn't he notice it until the master was found under the cliff?

"Very good, Mo Yue, you are not strong enough, I want to make you stronger, strong enough to fight against demons instead of me!" Li Hechen patted Mo Yue on the shoulder and said.

"Am I not strong enough? Can I become stronger?" Mo Yue asked in amazement.

"Meow meow meow meow meow!!!" Li Quanhei desperately tugged at the trousers of Zheng Feiyu, who was bragging with a bunch of gangsters at the door.

"What's wrong with this little cat?! It keeps biting me! It's so annoying!" Zheng Feiyu kicked Li Quanhe away.

"Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow!" Li Quanhei continued to pull on his trousers.idiot!Your master is going to shit!Otherwise, he will pull a bed!

"Master Zheng, is this cat your master's cat? Look, he still has a collar around his neck." A disciple asked.

"This cat is by my master's side." Zheng Feiyu scratched his head, "I'll go see how he is, after all he..." He suddenly thought that a guy as arrogant and self-respecting as Li Hechen would definitely not want others to know that he had a broken leg said, so he shut up.

"Meow meow!" Come on!He's going to pull the bed!Li Quanhei worriedly led the way.

When Zheng Feiyu entered the bedroom, he saw Jianling Moyue feeding Li Hechen tea.

Isn't there a ready-made servant sword spirit at his disposal!Zheng Feiyu curled his lips and said, "Master, are you alright?"

"I have something to do." Li Hechen said, "Go and help me announce the faction that I can't participate in the Sword Discussion Conference."

"Uncle Ling Han has already asked for leave for you, you can rest at ease to recuperate." Zheng Feiyu said.

"Also, let's announce my injury to the sect." Li Hechen said, "Let's just say, I accidentally fell off a cliff, and my feet... were disabled."

"Master! You really want to announce this?!" Zheng Feiyu said in surprise.

"Go ahead, don't ask too much. I don't bother to pretend any more." Li Hechen said.

"...Okay!" Zheng Feiyu had no choice but to turn around and leave.

Li Quanhei looked at all this with his head tilted. After Zheng Feiyu left, he said:

"Li Hechen, do you really want to tell the world about your disability?"

"My stump has already been crippled, and I will be unable to walk an inch in the future. Even if I don't say it, it's obvious at a glance." Li Hechen said.

"Are you an idiot? Your stump is just swollen from falling, and Ling Han made rice dumplings for you. Don't you feel like your bones are broken when you hurt? You really are afraid of pain!"

"Shut up!!" A vein appeared on Li Hechen's forehead, "Moyue! Call Zheng Feiyu back!! Tell him not to go around talking nonsense!"

"I think it's too late for his quick talk," Li Quanhei said.

"Damn!! Why didn't you tell me earlier!! Li Quanhei!" Li Hechen finally couldn't help roaring.

Li Quanhei lay down and patted his tail, blame me?

Mo Yue watched her master play off, and originally wanted to ask why cats can talk, but seeing that the master was angry, she swallowed the words back.