All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Qianglu was still talking, she talked about the true effect of Du Meihua, how harmful it is to double repair and nourish, and how Feng Ning gave him Yang Qi crossing so that she could drink the tonic, and she talked about Feng Ning. Ning was afraid that he would not drink her own blood, so she disguised the blood as a tonic, and put it in a whole bowl. She said that Feng Ning had not dared to fight Qing Dahuai in the past 500 years, and would run away if he was hit. That's it, and every time I get hurt all over my body.

Qing Lang's brain roared.

He didn't want to believe what Qianglu said, but the scene from 500 years ago involuntarily appeared in his mind.

He remembered that after each double cultivation, Feng Ning's face was very tired, but he always let him accommodate him.Feng Ning used the excuse of kidney deficiency, but she used Qilin's blood to stop him.

He thought of Qianglu's surprise when she saw Du Meihua on his wrist for the first time, and the medical book that happened to appear on Fengning's bookcase with changed content.

He recalled Feng Ning's conversation with Qiang Lu on the day when the spirit-eating net in his body was broken—"Even if you pay him for this life."

He remembered Feng Ning locked him up when he turned into a monster, and fed him bowl after bowl of "tonic medicine".

He remembered that he got angry with Feng Ning later and insisted not to drink the medicine Feng Ning gave him. Feng Ning poured it on him, and he vomited it out. Feng Ning handed it to him, and he fell down. He persisted for three days and fell dozens bowl, and every time he dropped the "drug", Feng Ning's fingertips would tremble with anger.As for him, he proudly and provocatively said those childish cruel words every time.

He remembered that when Feng Ning explained that gouging out his heart was to reshape his bones, he didn't believe it, and instead picked up a long bow and sword to chase him down.

Suddenly, Qing Lang thought of something, he pulled away his sleeves abruptly, and looked down at the red mark on his wrist.

He hadn't taken Transitional Charm Blossom for 500 years, and the imprint on his arm had long since disappeared without a trace, but now it reappeared faintly.

This is because of the double repair the day before yesterday.

No wonder... No wonder he felt that his cultivation had risen inexplicably in the past two days, and when he was fighting those three people in the formation, he felt that he was like a god.

It turned out that God really helped him.

It was he who absorbed Feng Ning's yang energy through double cultivation, making Feng Ning's already poor body even weaker.

Qinglang thought of the strangle marks on Feng Ning's wrist again, if it was in the past, how could such a degree of strangle marks stay on his hands, I am afraid that his physical condition at that time could not easily heal the scars on their own.

Feng Ning tried to suppress the discomfort yesterday and wanted to help him untie the rope, but instead of obeying Feng Ning's request, he said those nasty things to abuse him.

He said: "Do you think that if you seduced me last night and slept with me, your identity will be different today?"

He said, "Fengning, you think your sacrifice is too valuable."

He also said: "You'd better be obedient and don't make me unhappy, otherwise this secret room will be your coffin."

Now it has become a prophecy.

He really died in the secret room he had set up for him.

What I said in the past, was inserted back into Qing Lang's body like a sharp knife, the pain made his internal organs shrink into a ball, and the pain made his brain go into a trance.

But in a trance and confusion, he vaguely saw the first encounter between him and Feng Ning.

It just rained that day, and there was a rainbow hanging in the sky, but the sky was still a little gray.

Immortal Venerable Fengning was standing in front of him, wearing a white dress not stained with mud, smiling coldly and distantly, like the untouchable moon in the sky.

It made him want to chase desperately.

Qing Lang thought, he finally met his moon.

But he threw his moon to the ground.

He fell to a bloody mess.

Feng Ning was lying on the bed, but his physical body gradually became transparent, and countless fireflies flew out of his body, as if they were going to take him lightly to the sky.

Seeing this scene, Qing Lang hurried over, locked his body with spiritual power, locked those Yinghuo, so that Feng Ning couldn't leave at all.

"Why are you bothering?" Qianglu pulled him back, "He is already dead, and it is a destiny destined for him to dissipate his body, so he cannot be forced to stay."

Qing Lang said with red eyes: "I insist on staying."

Feng Ning was transformed into an immortal from stone, now going to the vicinity of the original body is more conducive to preserving his physical body, so Qing Lang picked him up and walked to the cave where Feng Ning's original body was.

But the moment Qing Lang walked out of the hospital holding Feng Ning, he met a disciple of Gui Ning Sect.

There was a sudden exclamation from the crowd.

Everyone saw that their master was dead, and he was still being held in his arms by the Mozu disciple who betrayed his master's sect in the No. 20 sixth class of Guiningmen.

Crying, roaring, insulting.

The crowd rushed up.

They rushed up to take over the body of their master, but Qing Lang refused.

Qing Lang hugged Feng Ning, unable to free his hands, so he put on a vajra shield to stop their attacks.

Everyone who rushed up was knocked down by the vajra shield, and then the next one, and the next group.

They use knives, they use swords, they use darts, and they use stones to smash Qing Lang's head.

Those swords and sharp weapons were all cut off by the vajra shield, but someone found that the stone would not.

Why is Qinglang's vajra cover not resistant to stones?

Nobody knows.

But they seemed to have found a loophole, shouted angrily, and smashed stones onto Qing Lang's body one after another.

No one accidentally hurt their master.

Only Qing Lang, whose clean clothes were covered with dust, was smashed to the point where his head was bleeding.

But he suddenly didn't realize it, and said nothing, as if these were the only things that could make him sober.

It was Qiangluhe who came out to explain, saying that it was not Qinglang who killed Fengning, but Changbai.

Everyone was shocked, but they didn't believe it.

Then it was Ling Feng who stood up, said something about the muscles, and roughly guessed the truth of the matter.

The crowd was silent and then wept.

Then someone shouted:

"Eldest brother is guilty, he killed the master, but that demon student Qinglang is absolutely inseparable!"

Qinglang lowered her eyes.

I think he has a point.

Soon they arrived at the cave, perhaps because of Feng Ning, the stone gate opened by itself without Feng Ning's blood.

But the disciples of Guiningmen who followed Qinglang all the way did not follow, they said they wanted to find Changbai together to avenge their master.

Qinglang finally opened his mouth, his gray pupils were cold and indifferent, he said: "You don't have to go, Changbai has me to kill."

But no one listened to him, they all wanted to avenge Feng Ning, and many people also wanted to kill him.

Qing Lang ignored them, and only walked into the cave with Qiang Lu.

This cave, Qinglang, came here once 500 years ago, but it is quite different now than it was 500 years ago.

That stone was originally gray, but now because of Feng Ning's death, it turned black, as if it had been struck by lightning.

On the top of the stone hangs a portrait painted by Fengning for Qinglang 500 years ago, and next to it hangs the Soul Slaying Sword that Qinglang dropped 500 years ago.

Qing Lang stared blankly at the sword and the painting, and walked towards the stone step by step.

When I got closer, I realized that the portrait had become very blurred, especially the ink stains on the face had become old and mottled, as if it had been touched countless times.

But next to the portrait, on the stone, there are many, countless new handwriting.

The moment Qinglang saw those words clearly, his pupils dilated, his throat tightened, and he hugged Fengning even tighter in his arms.

——Because every sentence newly engraved on it has "Qing Lang".

"Fenghuang, Qinglang is gone, he seems very angry."

"Fenghuang, I'm sorry, you seem to be coming back later, I don't want to find someone else to fall in love with now. Because I always think of Qinglang."

"Fenghuang, I miss Qinglang so much, I want to go see him."

"I originally made a portrait of Qinglang to create a physical body for him according to that painting, but now that the physical body is not sculpted, that painting is only used to carry my thoughts."

"I went to look for Qing Lang, but I didn't see him because he was beaten back by Qing Dahuai."

"I can't beat Qing Dahuai now, so I didn't even see the corner of Qing Lang's clothes today, so sad."

"The little unicorn has grown up and left. In fact, I don't want to let it go, because it was given to me by Qing Lang."

"Today I heard the Demon King speak ill of Qing Lang again, and I hate him. I tripped him up with magic."

"I finally had the courage to contact Qinglang with Ziyuan Ring today, but he didn't reply to me, but he should be able to hear me. He didn't scold me, does it mean that he doesn't hate me that much?"

"Fenghuang, I miss Qinglang so much, just like I missed you back then."

……

Qing Lang knelt on the ground, hugged Feng Ning tightly with one hand, and stroked the words on the stone with the other.

This stone, this secret room, was originally filled with Feng Ning's yearning for that phoenix, which made Qing Lang jealous for 500 years.

But now, all the names above have been replaced by his Qinglang.

For 500 years, when he gritted his teeth and hated Feng Ning, Feng Ning carved on his body over and over again with a carving knife:

"I miss Qing Lang."

"I'm going to see him."

"I haven't seen him."

"I used the Ziyuan Ring to talk to him again today."

"He didn't call me back."

"He still hasn't called me back."

Feng Ning mentioned countless times that she used the purple kite ring to talk to him.

But that purple kite ring had already been completely destroyed by him burning it with Nether Fire for seven to seven days with hatred.

Sadness comes from it, and it is difficult to restrain yourself.

Qinglang suddenly felt the qi and blood churning, blocking every inch of his meridians, his heart hurt like being stabbed by a knife, making him unable to breathe, he spit out a mouthful of blood, hugged Fengning and passed out.

When Qing Lang woke up, it was still the same cave, but there were many more people inside.

Qing Dahuai came, and the God of Medicine was also there, and Little Phoenix flew over at some point, standing beside Feng Ning's body and weeping.

The God of Medicine was not treating Feng Ning, but kept sighing.

Qing Lang opened his eyes, his voice hoarse: "... Where is his divine bone?"

The God of Medicine came over and took out a long wooden box: "Here, I couldn't use it for you at the time, so he asked me to put it away."

Qing Lang asked: "Why didn't you put it back into Feng Ning's body at that time?"

The God of Medicine said: "Feng Ning refused, because he was afraid that something would happen to your devil bone sooner or later, so he let me hold this god bone, and said that if something happened to you in the future, he asked me to use this god bone to serve you again. Body shaping. And this divine bone is no different than others, it can only be replaced once, if he took it out 500 years ago and put it back in, he will never be able to take it out again.”

Qing Lang closed his eyes, and his heart ached again.

Qiang Lu suddenly asked: "Then what if we use Feng Ning's divine bones to shape his body?"

Hearing this, Qing Lang suddenly opened his eyes again, with some hope floating in his eyes.

The God of Medicine shook his head: "To shape a body with divine bones, you must first have a heart."

He stretched out his hand to touch Fengning's heart, and said: "Fengning's heart is dead, and he has no power to recover."

"Heart?!" Qing Dahuai's voice sounded suddenly, "Feng Ning is a stone-turned fairy, he has no heart!"

Everyone came to see him.

Qing Dahuai hurried over, his beard shaking: "Really! His physical heart is made of stones, he told me that! That's why I always disapproved of him being with Xiaoshitou."

At this moment, the little phoenix beside Fengning suddenly flapped its wings and flew up.

It stood on the tall rock, then lowered its head, and carved out a small rock from a depression in the rock: "What is this?"

The small stone is red in color and hemispherical in shape. It seems to be emitting light, but it is very faint, weaker than the light of fluorescent bugs, and it looks extremely dim.

Qing Lang stood up, walked over in a hurry, and took the thing in Jin Jin's hand into his hand.

The moment the red stone fell into Qing Lang's palm, there was a flash of light suddenly, but it quickly dimmed.

But it became warm, and Qing Lang even sensed the throbbing veins in its body.

Qing Lang felt his heart beating wildly, and a strong premonition welled up in his heart.

At the same time, he thought of what Feng Ning had said to him 500 years ago when he was released from the secret room by Feng Ning when he transformed from a monster into a man.

"When I fall in love with someone in the future, when my original body gives birth to a heart, I will be the first to bring it over for you to see!"

What Feng Ning said at the time was "wait for my original body to give birth to a heart".

So this little rock is...

Holding the red stone, Qinglang's voice trembled unbelievably: "This is... the heart that Feng Ningyuan gave birth to!"

Qing Lang suddenly thought of something again, turned his head, and carefully checked Feng Ning Yuan's body.

Finally, he found the handwriting on the big rock again.

——"Phoenix, God of Destiny said, 'A stone gives birth to a heart, and the old man will return', don't worry, I will find someone to fall in love with, give birth to a heart, and let you come back."

That's right.

What Feng Ning has been pursuing is to give birth to a heart.

He had always thought that this "heart" meant giving birth to love, but he never expected that this "heart" turned out to be a real heart.

Stone gave birth to a heart—a heart for him, Qinglang.

but……

Qinglang looked around, if this was really Feng Ningsheng's heart, why didn't Fenghuang come back?

Qing Lang is not afraid of Feng Ning's return at all now, he even hopes that Feng Ning will appear quickly, to prove that the stone in his hand is really Feng Ning's heart, and to prove that Feng Ning still has the slightest chance of surviving.

The God of Medicine also came over, looked at the dim red stone in Qing Lang's hand, and began to test it with spiritual power.

Cold sweat gradually oozed from his forehead, but when he opened his eyes again, the fundus of his eyes had become clear.

He said: "This is indeed Feng Ning's newborn heart."

Qinglang's throat tightened: "Then... will Fengning survive?"

The God of Medicine shook his head, and continued: "But the heart is only half, and the color is dim, and this alone cannot save him."

only half?

He looked down at the red stone, only to realize that the red stone was hemispherical in shape, with very irregular cuts, as if a whole ball had been thrown apart.

The God of Medicine said in a deep voice: "The other half of the heart may have been born by Feng Ning, but I don't know where it fell. Qing Dahuai is right, the heart in Feng Ning's body is made of stone, but since ancient times It is impossible for a high god to have no heart, and without a heart, one cannot gather souls. How can a soulless person become a high god? Therefore, according to my inference, he already had half a heart when he took human form, but he took the half heart I lost my heart, so I squeezed a heart out of a stone. If I can find the other half of my heart, Feng Ning might be able to live."

Qing Lang asked: "Where is the other half of the heart?"

The God of Medicine looked at Qing Lang and said, "Then it's up to you to find it."

The sky is big and the earth is big, and the six realms are so vast, Qing Lang didn't know where to find Feng Ning's other half of his heart.

But there's always something to be found, he thought.

He finally had some expectations in his heart.

As long as it can be found, as long as Fengning can still live.

As long as Feng Ning is still alive, what if he looks for a thousand years?

And it's not without thoughts, Qing Lang is going to find the God of Destiny first, maybe he knows the answer.

The God of Destiny knows everything and answers everything, and a person can only see it once in a lifetime.

It's just that he can't use spells, and he has to walk westward with his physical body. The road is extremely difficult and dangerous, and life and death are unpredictable.

Therefore, before Qing Lang set off, Qing Dahuai gave him many self-defense artifacts, but most of them could not be opened without spells, so Qing Lang returned them to him, leaving only a few here and there.

Qianglu brought him some pills and supplements, which were extremely rare and precious in this world.

The God of Medicine gave him a lucky charm from the God of Luck, wishing him luck all the way and finding Fengning's half of his heart as soon as possible.

The little Phoenix Jin Jin also tore the most brilliant phoenix feather from her body, and handed it to Qing Lang, saying that it might save his life at a critical moment, and hoped that he could find Feng Ning's other half of his heart as soon as possible, and take it to Qing Lang. Feng Ning, her benefactor, was rescued.

Before Qing Lang left, he put Feng Ning into an ice coffin made with magic, which could keep his body alive for ten thousand years, until he came back.

Before Qing Lang left, he even took the half of the heart that Feng Ning gave birth to for him, because the God of Medicine said that maybe this half of the heart would guide him to find the other half.

Qing Lang tied Feng Ning's half heart with a rope, hung it around his neck, dropped it to his heart, and set out on the road like this.

All the way west.