Chapter 157 I like my sister
In front of the Black Mist Mountains, a fierce battle ended.
"Amulet! You hid it so deeply that you didn't..."
The blue-robed middle-aged man in the late foundation establishment period, his body was scorched black, and his abdomen was pierced by a purple lightning spear.
"Plop" fell to the ground and died.
Opposite him, Junior Brother Cheng, wearing a square scarf, was lying on the ground, his face was bloodless, and his breath was extremely dim.
His talisman has only the last blow left, and the opponent is in the late stage of Foundation Establishment who is almost in full bloom and is extremely vigilant.
Junior Brother Cheng stretched out his hand with difficulty, but the storage bag on his body was long gone, and the hidden leather storage bag was also given to Fu Dong.
There is no more wound medicine.
He wanted to climb up to the middle-aged man in the blue robe and take the other's storage bag, but he couldn't lift it up.
The injuries in the body are fatal, life is irreversibly lost, and ordinary wound medicines are powerless.
Bitterness appeared on the corner of Junior Brother Cheng's mouth, he gave up struggling and lay quietly on the ground.
As he was dying, he heard a slight sound of footsteps.
An ordinary young man in the foundation-building period entered a blurred field of vision.
The opponent first came to the body of the middle-aged man in the blue robe, and took the latter's storage bag.
However, walking up to Junior Brother Cheng, he said:
"I'm a passing scavenger, what's your last word?"
The voice of the Foundation Establishment youth is also mediocre, without any characteristics.
"Scavenger?"
Junior Brother Cheng still has the last trace of clarity, knowing the meaning of these three words.
Near certain fairy cities with chaotic law and order, there is a kind of immortal cultivator who specializes in picking up the remains of the dead.
Those who kill and **** treasures are short on time, and often fail to take all the items, and there are some omissions.
The scavenger did not make up the knife immediately, but asked his last words, which is considered conscientious.
"I, Master Huanglong's Eighth Disciple 'Cheng Kangping', the artifacts and robes left on my body are still valuable. I hope Your Excellency will bury me. It would be best if you can report to Huanglongshan."
Senior brother Cheng didn't expect the other party to save his life, his injury was not cured, or the wise pharmacist took timely action, it was useless.
"Well, that's all?"
"Sister Fu... knotting pills..."
Junior Brother Cheng closed his eyes and died.
There was a trace of surprise in the eyes of the ordinary-looking young man who established the foundation.
This Huanglong's personal disciple, the last thing he cared about before he died was his little junior sister.
Hush!
The young man who established the foundation used his mana to collect Senior Brother Cheng's body, including his belongings, into a big bag.
Looking at the blue-robed Zhuji's body for the last time, confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, his figure flew towards the Black Mist Mountain Range.
Half an hour later.
A fake real person's spiritual pressure came from the sky.
The person who came was a sturdy middle-aged man in a toga robe, and it was none other than Xiang Jinglong.
"Useless things!"
Xiang Jinglong glanced at the corpse of the middle-aged man in the blue robe, his consciousness swept over it, and there were no valuable relics, so he couldn't help but let out a soft "Bah".
…
Two days later.
Black Mist Mountains in the Night
哦~
Dozens of demon wolves surrounded a young man in padded jacket who was seriously injured and pale.
The leader of the demon wolf was at the beginning of the second stage. He stared at the young man in padded jacket cunningly, and from time to time tried to attack the side of his injured arm.
"Brother Cheng, I'm useless, I'm just a piece of trash! If I had known this, I might as well have died in Huanglong Mountain..."
Fu Dong, who was in a desperate situation, felt desolate in his heart.
After escaping from Huanglong Mountain, he has been injured all the time. When he was hunted down, his injuries aggravated and his vitality was greatly exhausted.
fled to the Black Mist Mountains alone, but was unfortunately targeted by this group of monster wolves because he was not familiar with the surrounding terrain.
Under the harassment and attack of the pack of wolves, Fu Dong's mana was consumed, his condition became worse and worse, and the wounds on his body continued to increase.
Whoosh!
Not far from the low sky, a ray of light swept over in time.
"The Black Mist Mountain Range is different from the human world."
A familiar male voice came.
"Some monsters have an extremely sensitive sense of smell. Even if you stop the bleeding, bandage the wound, and remove the **** smell from your body, you may still be detected..."
"Brother Cheng!"
Fu Dong's heart trembled, and when he looked at the familiar figure wearing a square scarf, tears welled up in his eyes.
After "Junior Brother Cheng" came over, he didn't make a move, and deliberately distributed the spiritual pressure of the late foundation establishment stage.
Aww!
The alpha wolf at the beginning of the second stage shrank his head in fear, without even thinking about it, he fled with the pack of wolves.
Stay until the wolves are gone.
Junior Brother Cheng let out a muffled snort, his face was pale, his breath was weak, and he fell powerlessly to the ground.
"Brother Cheng!"
Fu Dong hurried over, his body staggered, his injury was affected, and he almost fell down.
"It's just a lack of health, nothing serious."
Junior Brother Cheng forced a smile.
With the support of Fu Dong, he went to a downwind mountain foot, took two pills, and began to sit cross-legged to heal his injuries.
"Brother Cheng, that's great! You got rid of the hunt?"
"Well, I still have one last chance for my talisman. It's a thrilling design to kill that person..."
Lu Changan described it "truthfully".
He was able to find Fu Dong easily, because he sent a ground rock rat with a keen sense of smell to follow him.
In the Black Mist Mountains, the Rock Rat is more suitable for the environment than him.
"Anti-kill?"
After Fu Dong was pleasantly surprised, his expression was gloomy again.
He secretly said: "Sure enough, without my dragging you down, Brother Cheng can exert a stronger strength,"
An hour later, Lu Changan's breath turned, and a trace of blood appeared on his face.
He opened his eyes and found Fu Dong, who was in charge of releasing the wind, staring at him in a daze.
In his eyes, apart from gratitude and respect, there is also a trace of exploration.
"Brother Cheng, you don't hesitate to use yourself as a cover for my sister's alchemy. In order to save me before, you almost died without a place to die."
Fu Dong couldn't bear it, and finally opened his heart at this moment, and spoke out what was in his heart.
Before, he heard the gossip from Huang Long's lineage. This Junior Brother Cheng, who was expelled from the school, was interested in his sister.
When Fu Xuemei was first accepted into Huanglong's sect, Brother Cheng took good care of his siblings.
After getting along with each other for the past few days, Fu Dong was certain of this point.
Like your sister?
Hearing this, Lu Changan felt strange in his heart.
Thinking of what Junior Brother Cheng did and what he said before he died, all of this makes sense.
"You don't have to feel indebted."
Lu Changan spoke calmly and calmly.
"Although I have a good impression of Ling Jie, my teacher has a generous compensation for being a cover in Huanglong Mountain. If Huanglong Mountain's formation is not broken so quickly, the risk is not as great as you imagine."
Lu Changan speculated that Junior Brother Cheng was willing to take risks, and his liking for Fu Xuemei should not be the only factor. The real Huanglong probably gave him huge profits as compensation.
"Oh, since Brother Cheng is back, I will return this item to you, instead of giving it to my sister myself."
Fu Dong thought of something, took out an ultra-thin leather bag, and solemnly handed it to Lu Changan.
"Um."
Lu Changan remained calm, and took the ultra-thin leather bag.
Junior Brother Cheng sacrificed his life to intercept the blue-robed middle-aged man in the late stage of foundation establishment. He should have expected the possibility of death, so he handed over the valuables on his body to Fu Dong.
Lu Changan scanned the ultra-thin leather bag with his spiritual sense, and found that its material had a certain concealment effect on his spiritual sense. If it is hidden close to the body, it is easy to ignore it unless it is carefully probed by a real person.
There is a bottle of elixir and two jade tubes in the leather bag.
Spiritual consciousness swept across the jade bottle reinforced by the restraint, and Lu Changan's heart skipped a beat.
The elixir in the jade bottle is like a glass snow jade, with a slight flaw on the surface, showing six and a half lines.
"Defective Congealing Crystal Pill?"
Lu Changan was surprised, unexpected.
Junior Brother Cheng still has the Crystal Condensation Pill in his hand?
As a pretense of forming alchemy, it is not difficult to understand that Huanglong Daoist rewarded him with a defective crystal condensing pill when he was in a dangerous situation.
The key point is that Junior Brother Cheng didn't use this Crystal Condensation Pill.
Lu Changan recalled the alchemy weather that day, and it was weaker than expected.
His consciousness swept over the two jade tubes in the leather bag.
One of them records the inheritance of Junior Brother Cheng in this life.
The other one was intended for Fu Xuemei, and explained some funeral affairs, including the reason for this condensing crystal pill.
It turned out that Junior Brother Cheng felt that he was old, over 150 years old, and was seriously injured outside ten years ago, which damaged his foundation, and his hope of forming alchemy was slim.
He has half of the alchemy preparations, which he used to attack the alchemy that day.
The saved Ningjing Pill hopes to leave it to its potential descendants. I believe that Fu Xuemei will handle this matter fairly.
…
"Have you seen what's in the leather bag?"
Lu Changan asked.
"No."
Fu Dong didn't have time to think, his expression was normal.
From this son's temperament and micro-expression changes, Lu Changan confirmed that he shouldn't be lying.
For Fu Xuemei's younger brother.
Lu Changan had heard about it before, but he had never seen it with his own eyes.
He knew that this person was Fu Xuemei's biggest weakness.
However, he never considered using this as a threat to take revenge on Fu Xuemei.
The relationship between him and Fu Xuemei is only a feud involving resources, not relatives and friends.
Unwritten rules in the world of cultivating immortals, normal grievances and grievances will not harm relatives, friends, or innocent mortals.
Except for a few extreme monks, most immortal cultivators, including some magic monks, agree with this, at least on the face of it.
From Lu Changan's point of view, doing so also goes against his heart.
Unless the enemy threatens his relatives and friends.
Thus, when he saw Fu Dong, he didn't have any murderous intentions.
It must be aimed at Fu Xuemei herself.
Before in Huanglong Xiancheng, he secretly pushed a hand, the premise is that the person who formed the alchemy was Fu Xuemei, and it would affect him.
If the target is Fu Xuemei, then regardless of success or failure, this is the end of the grievance.
It was later proved that the person who formed the alchemy was not Fu Xuemei at all.
Does the sneak push count?
He is not sure, but he always feels almost mean.
Simply follow the fate.
If there is no good opportunity, just let it go, never force it.
Coincidentally, on the way back, Lu Changan met Fu Xuemei's younger brother unexpectedly.
Lu Changan felt that "fate has arrived", so he decided to wait and see.
Combined with the current chaotic situation, it may be possible to reap the benefits of fishing nets and seek opportunities for alchemy.
Saving Fu Dong originated from this point.
Fu Dong is the key person, maybe he can follow the clues and find the place where Fu Xuemei formed the alchemy.
However, Lu Changan didn't expect that he would get a Congealing Crystal Pill so smoothly by pretending to be by Fu Dong's side.
It's a pity that it is a low-grade Crystal Condensation Pill.
The low-grade Congealing Crystal Pill is not very attractive to him.
Due to the impurity of the medicine, it will affect the quality of Chengdan.
In this life, he has strict requirements on the quality of Cheng Dan.
Even if it is not a golden pill.
The condensed real pill must pursue upstream, even top-notch quality.
In this way, the Nascent Soul will be achieved in the future, and I hope it will be bigger.
"If I accept this pill, I will be favored by Huanglongshan by accident..."
"Let's not make a conclusion yet. Now that Fu Dong has been rescued and obtained such a good status, let's take a look at the final situation."
…
A few days later.
"Junior Brother Cheng" and Fu Dong recovered from their injuries.
Whoosh!
A fake alchemy-level breath came from a certain direction in the Black Mist Mountains.
The visitor was a beautiful woman in a white smock, with wounds on her body and disordered breathing.
It was the real Bai Ling who had rescued Fu Dong and the others before.
(end of this chapter)