Chapter 226: [Dragon Mountain] Never to be forgotten

The crowd's weapons were already out, and Xue Zhengyong shielded Xue Meng behind himself, his face extremely pale: " Xue Meng, don't go over there, you stand behind Dad."

When they saw the Martial Soul Formation, they didn't think of breaking it, because once it was broken by others, Xu Shuanglin's spiritual energy would quickly deteriorate and he would probably die immediately, and they still had something to ask him.

No one expected Xu Shuanglin to hide a formation underneath the Martial Soul's Formation.

What kind of formation would that be?

Is it a spatial rift for escape or a fierce blood spell for a fish out of water.

Chu Wanning raised his hand, dropping a barrier between the crowd and the formation.

Nangong Si died in front of him, and he did not want to see any more young monks die before him.

Chu Wanning said, "Be careful, don't take any chances."

The sky darkens, the clouds gather, and the moon, originally high in the sky, is obscured by thick, ink-like clouds, which suddenly create a cloud of sand and dust.

Xu Shuanglin, dressed in white, stood in the sudden gust of wind that swept across the ground and suddenly grinned at them, "Thank you for listening to my ramblings for so long.

As he spoke, the black formation was like a flying dragon on the clouds and waves, and it poured wildly into his palm, and this layer was retracted to reveal the spell formation beneath, with its multicoloured light.

Xue Meng exclaimed, "What is this formation?"

"Is it the Formation of Rebirth?" was what Xue Zhengyong asked Master Xuan Jing of Temple of No Mercy, but he shook his head, "Although Huai Zui of my school knows the Way of Rebirth, he never performs it in front of people, so I don't know. I don't know about it."

The air was silent to the extreme, except for the treacherous sound of the wind whistling past.

They are a pot of oil that seems calm but actually burns to extreme heat.

Just a drop of water

"It's the Corpse Soul Formation."

There was a sudden bellow.

Stone-cracking, boiling and explosive.

It was Hua Binan who recognised the formation at first glance and shouted, "Corpse Soul Formation Xu Shuanglin, this is to summon Luo Fenghua's demons to die with us.

When they heard the words Corpse Soul Formation, almost everyone was in disarray. They all knew that it was an evil secret technique second only to the three forbidden arts, a Drug Clan evil technique, and as the number one Drug Clan master in the world, what the Cold Scale Sage said would never be wrong.

Jiang Xi, who is also good at using medicine, has heard the words "Corpse Soul Formation" since he was a child, so he reacted faster than ordinary people and almost swept up to the boundary in one swift movement, and struck the centre of the boundary with a fierce blow from his silver phoenix.

"Clang."

Xu Shuanglin quickly flashed in front of the corpse's soul boundary and drew his sword to block Jiang Xi's weapon, the cold light in his eyes blazing.

"This is all I want for the rest of my life, don't you dare come any closer."

Jiang Xi was furious: "Is that all you want for the rest of your life, to die in a net?"

Xu Shuanglin gritted his teeth and said, "What a load of nonsense," his hand trembling with the sword, his veins bulging and his cheeks flushed red.

Jiang Xi said, "You're already scarred, what can you do even if you become a corpse demon?"

"What corpse demon what burial with you open your eyes and show me clearly, where is this"

"Brush."

Just as Jiang Xi was holding Xu Shuanglin in check, a feathered arrow infused with spiritual energy came from nowhere and stabbed at the boundary behind the two men with great speed.

"Don't."

Xu Shuanglin, who had always been at ease, let out a terrifying scream for the first time tonight, "Stop it!"

Almost in the instant he was distracted, Xu Shuanglin was struck by Jiang Xi's falling sword, and in an instant blood spurted furiously, and he fell to his knees in pain, but his eyes were frantic and desperate, looking not at his own arm, which had been severed from its flesh and exposed its white bones, but at the direction of the boundary.

His face was still splattered with bits of blood, his eyes were protruding and his lips were trembling uncontrollably.

Such a look of fear was never seen on the face of Nan Gongxu in the old days, nor on the face of Xu Shuanglin later.

He trembled, his palm maintaining the gesture of striking spiritual energy.

With this strike, he used almost all his strength, just to stop that cold arrow in front of the formation.

He made it.

Xu Shuanglin was gasping for breath, blood pouring out of his arm from Jiang Xi's cut, and blood frothing from the corners of his mouth, but when he saw the feathered arrow successfully blocked and shattered by his spiritual power, his blue lips twitched and he managed to squeeze out a small smile.

At that moment, Mo Ran heard Shi Mei murmur beside herself, "This this is not a necromantic formation."

His words were heard by Huang Xiaoyue, who snorted coldly, "At your tender age, you are not ashamed to say that the Cold Scale Sage is a corpse demon formation."

Shi Mei, however, shook her head firmly, "That's not how the Corpse Demon's Formation works."

"I say to you, is it the Drug Clan sage who has poisoned his eyes or you?"

Shi Mei was about to say more, but Mo Ran held him down.

" Shi Mei, don't talk too much to this old man." Mo Ran said, "Are you sure this is not a corpse formation"

"It's just like that, but it's definitely not. The formation of the corpse demon has a fish scale sheen, and although there is light on this formation, it is coherent, not flaky."

At this moment, Jiang Xi, who was in front of the formation, said angrily, " Nan Gongxu, what kind of medicine are you selling in your gourd?"

Xu Shuanglin simply ignored him as the formation emitted a dazzling light, dragging his mangled body all the way to the front of the spell, blood dripping all over the floor.

The smile on his face, however, became more and more pronounced, and the flashes of light from the spell illuminated his face, giving birth to something spirited, and for a moment it was like Mr. Qiu Ma Nian.

He muttered, "It's almost time."

Lifting his hand, he lightly touches the surface of the formation, the end of his finger falling and ripples rising.

It was as if he was about to meet a long-lost friend, a long-lost relative, and neither hideous wounds nor rotting flesh could stop his rapture.

His eyes brightened and he couldn't stop chanting, "It's almost there, it's almost there, just a little more"

The gusts of wind around him suddenly ceased, the clouds cleared and the full moon was in the sky. Xu Shuanglin's eyes widened with hope and he was shaking again, but this time not with fear, but with excitement, uncontrollable excitement.

"Master."

The crowd found that a golden light suddenly floated in the boundary, and then a crystal nucleus emerged, and the boundary kept sending light to the centre of the nucleus, with thousands of threads, gradually condensing into a human form

"It's Luo Fenghua."

"It's Luo Fenghua."

Luo Fenghua, who had been dead for many years, appeared on the Confucianism School's invocation platform.

He is still a figment, a blurred, mirror-like vision. The only thing that was real was the regenerating ghostly nucleus of spirit obtained from hell, glowing beneath that vapourless body.

"Three or four points of falling flowers between the pools, one or two chords on the shore."

A soft, faint man's voice pampers the heart of the spirit core.

Luo Fenghua under a flowering tree continues the letter process, singing softly to the tune of a Middle Shu Area song.

"The best thing about being a young man is that you can see all the flowers in the sky with light hooves and fast horses"

Suddenly a hoarse voice merges with Luo Fenghua's disembodied voice, and it is Xu Shuanglin who sings to each other, his voice choked, too hard to hear, like a broken gong, like a broken iron, but still so stubbornly, so unobtrusively, he responds.

"This, this is the corpse demon" Xue Zhengyong stared in awe, "what the hell is going on here"

He was clearly not alone in his misgivings, even Jiang Xi's brow furrowed slightly and his lips pursed, his eyes seemingly doubtful.

The golden light floated, Luo Fenghua slowly took shape, his eyebrows, nose and lips became clearer and clearer, and in the sound of this distant and peaceful song, Hua Binan suddenly shouted: "Soon the demon will take shape."

Shi Mei, who had kept a low profile all the way, probably because she knew she was light and didn't speak much, suddenly turned her head towards Hua Binan and said loudly, "Senior Sage is wrong, this is not a corpse demon.

It is the rebirth formation.

Mo Ran's mind was already clear.

Yes, Shi Mei is right, it's not a demon formation, it's a rebirth formation!

But when a group of people gathered together, would they believe an unknown cultivator or the famous Drug Clan Holy Hand Hua Binan when he said that the demon was about to take shape, even if Shi Mei could refute it, for most of them, it was important to save their own lives. A flying dark blue shadow swept past them, and before Xu Shuanglin could react, the black shadow thrust a dagger filled with spiritual energy towards the boundary.

"No""

That blow shattered Luo Fenghua's spirit core, and the golden light of the boundary shimmered for a moment before dissipating indiscriminately and crumbling.

"No don't Master Master"

Xu Shuanglin sprang to his feet and, with a roar, knocked the man out of the air and sent him flying a foot away. He soon lost his breath.

But it's too late.

The death of this monk does not change anything.

Xu Shuanglin's ghostly spirit core, which he had taken great pains to retrieve from the eighteenth floor of Purgatory, had already split open. He could not hold it.

"Master Master Master"

He started with this shout.

And then near madness, with a hideous trembling light in his eyes.

" Luo Fenghua Luo Fenghua "

Not used.

No matter what he shouted or called it.

The remnants of Luo Fenghua are fading rapidly, and in the end, they turn into a million points of luminescence and blow into the wind.

There is nothing left.

Xu Shuanglin knelt dumbly in place, upright, his whole body looking stiff.

He does not move.

No crying.

And no more shouting.

On the soul-calling platform, in the cold wind, a cracked spirit core loses its light and falls to the ground, dull and colourless.

The spiritual streams of the formation, which were originally intended to form Luo Fenghua's reborn limbs, are now like millions of willow wisps, floating and swirling in the air, dotted and drifting.

Xu Shuanglin kneels in this visionary dream of ashes and smoke.

After a long time, he seemed to be murmuring or smiling lightly to himself as he said, "The best thing about being young is that you can see the end of the world with light hooves and fast horses."

What a great tune.

As a child, he used to hear Luo Fenghua sing about it.

The spirit wisps that filled his eyes had become years gone by, and in the fluttering golden willow wisps, he saw the scene when he first met his master as a young boy

He and his brother were still young when his father took them to the Confucianism school, where, in the autumn, there was a pale old orange tree, heavy with fruit, and underneath it two men were talking, one of them unattractive and light, a look that would be quickly lost in a crowd.

The other is a handsome and dignified figure.

Father led them over and said, "Come and meet your Master."

His brother immediately rushed to pay his respects and said to the imposing man, "Junior disciple Nan Gongliu, pay respects to your master."

The man waved his hand and said, "I am only here to ask Mr. Luo for some learning, not your master, you have mistaken me for someone else."

Father smiled back and led them to the man who didn't look very impressive and said, "This is your master, Immortal Luo Fenghua."

He tilted his head and met Luo Fenghua's coy smile, which was already young at the time, and when he was nervous, he looked even more tender. The old master took his hand and said to him, "Master Immortal, my two children are very different in temperament and may not be suited to the same path of cultivation, so I will have to ask you to be more considerate in the future and teach them according to their abilities."

Luo Fenghua is clutching an orange in his hand, and he seems to be trying hard to look dignified as a divisional commander, but the hand that keeps turning and rubbing the orange reveals his youthfulness and blushing.

Nan Gongliu was a ghostly spirit and immediately went up and shouted sweetly, "Master Luo, Master Luo."

Luo Fenghua's face immediately reddened to the bottom, even the tips of his ears were bloodied, he waved his hand: "I don't, no need to be so polite, I am also a new teacher, I don't know anything yet, I would like to ask you two young masters to teach me more in the future, I"

Xu Shuanglin remembers clearly the day when the sun fell on Linyi and this man, who was more like a "little brother" than a "master Luo Fenghua, who was more like a "little brother" than a "master", stood under a tree full of oranges, in the light of the sky.

The edges of his ears are thin, and when backlit, you can see the pale green veins beneath the flesh, and the single thin edge of the ear is reflected in a crystal clear orange colour.

Xu Shuanglin then had the first words of his life with Luo Fenghua.

"Immortal Master Luo, have you turned twenty this year?"

This was a mockery that even his father, who was standing next to him, could hear, but Luo Fenghua couldn't. He actually smiled and replied sincerely, "No, I'm seventeen."

""

Xu Shuanglin moves his mouth to say something, but in the end he doesn't, and simply shrugs it off.

His father pulled him back into a corner and said sternly, "How can you judge a child's ability by his age?"

"He's not much older than us."

"The Immortal Wang you were invited to earlier, and you think he's too old"

"Not old," Xu Shuanglin rolled his eyes, "Ninety-seven, I think he's about to become immortal."

"Not even if it's seventeen, not even if it's ninety-seven, what the hell do you want"

Xu Shuanglin said lazily, "Father, can you not find someone twice with a difference of eighty years in between?"

""The old master was angry and embarrassed by his son's words, so he gritted his teeth for half a day and finally said, "Although he is not the best, he has a wide range of skills, is knowledgeable, and his techniques and kicks are all of the best. "

After half a day of good talk, the two of them came out of the corner and when they returned to the front of the school, Xu Shuanglin saw that his brother was actually talking to Luo Fenghua, and looking at the look on his face, it seemed as if he and this Master Luo had known each other for more than ten years.

But that's not too surprising - after all, Nan Gongliu has the ability to fall in love with anyone he wants.

Luo Fenghua, on the other hand, was still a little anxious and formal in his demeanour, and when he looked up and saw Xu Shuanglin coming, that anxiousness and formality became even more apparent.

He watched Xu Shuanglin, with an impatient face, come to himself, pulled by his father.

He hesitated for a moment, almost in the most clumsy, childlike way, to please this good-natured and capricious young pupil

He handed Xu Shuanglin the orange that he had been clutching and not eating.

Xu Shuanglin :""

"It's sweet, try it."

The young seventeen-year-old master looked helpless and flustered, and even looked a little pitiful.

Xu Shuanglin now notices that there is even a patch on the edge of his shirt that is flush with the foot.

So poor

It is no wonder that he was apprehensive and begged for the position of mentor to the twin gentry of the Confucianism School.

"I don't like oranges." Xu Shuanglin said, "Since Master Luo is going to stay here, this is the first thing I ask Master Luo to remember."

"Flosser"

The old master was about to accuse, but Luo Fenghua waved his hand and quickly put the orange away again, saying, "It's all right, it's all right, Your Holiness doesn't have to care."

"Alas, this child of mine has no manners and knows nothing about respecting his teacher, so I have made the Immortal Master suffer."

"It doesn't matter." Luo Fenghua smiled and looked at Xu Shuanglin again, his eyes warm and friendly, but also a little cautious, "In fact, it doesn't matter whether you worship or not, I have some knowledge, just learn from me, you don't have to acknowledge me as your master."

The old master was busy saying, "How can that be?"

"The name is all a sham." Luo Fenghua's cheeks flushed and he scratched his head uneasily, "Actually, I think I'm a bit too young," he turned to Xu Shuanglin and said, "If you don't mind, you can call me by my first name from now on."

Xu Shuanglin looked at him quietly for a moment, then suddenly snorted out a laugh, and just as Luo Fenghua, the poor honest man, was confused and increasingly embarrassed by him, he straightened his coat, bowed properly to him, and then lifted his face.

The orange trees are fragrant, and the light and shadows are gathering.

Xu Shuanglin smiled, his eyebrows soaring and domineering, the corners of his mouth slightly arrogant and evil, but he was young after all, and when he smiled, there was a natural hint of peachy boyish sweetness.

That said, the name is all but a lie.

So why should he care so much about what the other person is called

So Xu Shuanglin called out to him lazily, slowly and deliberately, "Master."

The leaves of the orange trees are rustling and the ground is full of dappled streams.

The wind has picked up.

It was just a matter of making do with a master, and in less than a year and a half, it would be time to find another one, he thought.

At that time, Xu Shuanglin really thought that everything would be the same as before, and that this day would be just an ordinary day in his life.