Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 901: This is no longer a trivial matter

While Ji Yuan was laying out his four treasures of the study to paint the small characters, Zhu Yan, who had left the small courtyard where Ji Yuan was, hurried to the front yard of the official residence and sent a message to the old monk named Tang.

The latter, the old immortal master who was chatting and laughing with Liping in the main living room in the front yard, was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Daoist Zhu, who had been so excited before, was about to go back now, and in such a hurry.

"Uh, Tang Xianchang, what happened?"

Li Ping saw the old immortal next to him suddenly stunned for a moment, and asked with concern. The latter looked at Li Ping and smiled.

"It's nothing. Fellow Daoist Zhu seems to have suddenly realized that he wants to go back for a retreat and will not attend today's dinner. Let me apologize to Mr. Li on my behalf."

"Oh, no, no, of course it's Zhu Xianchang's business that's important. I'll just make a special trip to entertain Zhu Xianchang another day. Xianchang, let's continue talking about Feng'er."

"Well, not bad, let's continue. Feng'er has outstanding talent and is indeed a good prospect..."

……

On this side, Zhu Yan walked out of Liping's official residence with the courtesy of the gatekeeper of the official residence, and then quickly walked into the street, returning to the Immortal Master's Mansion where he was temporarily staying. There were already restrictions there, and there were even more Some of the methods Zhu Yan had reinforced on his own.

Zhu Yan walked in a hurry, and when the attendants of the Immortal Mansion saw him coming back from outside, they all saluted him.

"Zhu Xianchang!" "I have seen Zhu Xianchang!"

"Yeah!"

Zhu Yan just exhaled through his nostrils and nodded lightly. He returned to his hermitage room without stopping. After entering, he closed the door and immediately issued multiple restrictions. Then he finally gave up.

"Pfft..."

A large amount of blood burst out from Zhu Yan's neck, and his chest was even stained red with blood. The red spots on his body that had faded immediately reappeared, and even bursts of burnt brown marks appeared in most places.

"Zizzizi...zizizi..."

A burst of smoke rose from Zhu Yan's body, with a faint red and gray color in it, as if the true fire of Samadhi was still burning, and the pain became more intense.

However, Zhu Yan had no expression on his face at this moment. He reached out and grabbed his neck with one hand. One hand actually grabbed directly into his chest and pinched his heart. His whole body was full of demonic aura, and he used a powerful demonic force. The method suppressed the sword intent left in the two wounds.

Zhu Yan temporarily suppressed the sword intention in just a moment, and about twelve hours later, part of the sword intention began to be sealed, and the wound in the heart finally began to heal, instead of forcibly closing it with muscles, and the neck fracture Likewise, the blood stains began to slowly dissipate bit by bit.

At this moment, there was still a large amount of blood floating in the room. All of it flew back to Zhu Yan automatically during the healing process of Zhu Yan's wound, and not much was lost.

However, this does not mean that the sword intention has been completely eliminated. It is like a chronic disease. It seems to heal quickly if you use strong medicine, but the root cause of the disease needs to be treated slowly, and the burns on Zhu Yan's body are even more difficult to deal with. They have been A tug-of-war with the body’s recovery.

Zhu Yan's skin often seems to have healed a large area, but the burn on a certain area will always spread by itself, and soon it will become red and scorched, and it will also burn Zhu Yan's magic power. Although for Zhu Yan, It's not an unbearable fatal injury, but the feeling is very bad, especially the pain, which is simply heart-piercing.

"Hmph, this is Ji Yuan's Samadhi True Fire, and it's more difficult to deal with than imagined!"

After whispering in a cold voice, Zhu Yan actually stretched out his hand like a claw and touched the most severely burned part of his body.

"Hiss..."

A terrible tearing sound sounded in the **** crack. Zhu Yan actually tore off a piece of his own skin, and then reached out to several other places.

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During this process, new skin and flesh continued to grow. After half a day passed, Zhu Yan had returned to his original state on the surface. However, although the burning pain was less intense, it still lingered. Sometimes, my neck and chest feel like a knife cutting out my heart and flesh.

If you want to be completely smooth, the rest can only be done slowly. Even Zhu Yan cannot fully recover in a short time, unless Ji Yuan helps, but this possibility is too small. Zhu Yan himself didn't want to either.

Zhu Yan returned to the Immortal Master's mansion and did not leave the house for ten days. Naturally, no one in the mansion bothered him. Even the monk surnamed Tang returned without asking any questions.

It wasn't until ten days later that Zhu Yan finally opened the door and came out. At this time, he was confident that even if Ji Yuan was in front of him, he might not be able to tell that his injuries were still intact.

……

In Li Mansion, Li Pingzheng was sitting in the living room with the old man named Tang who was visiting again. In the corridor outside, Li Feng was being brought into the living room by the steward.

Entering the hall, Li Feng frowned when he saw his father and the immortal sitting together, but he still obediently stepped forward and saluted.

"Li Feng pays homage to his father and the immortal."

"No need to be polite! Come over to my father's side."

Li Ping asked his son to encourage him, and then waved him to come to him. After all, Li Feng was separated from his father, and he was also a little afraid of his father, so he walked to him cautiously.

"Feng'er, Immortal Tang is here to see you again. Except for the emperor, it is not easy for ordinary relatives of the emperor to see Immortal Tang..."

Li Ping wanted to say something more, but the old man stopped him with a smile. He just took out a small silver talisman from his sleeve and placed it on the table.

"Feng'er, you don't need to worry about Master Li's words. Tang is just an ordinary monk, and there is no need to refuse to become a disciple because of Master Li's words. As the saying goes, forceful melons are not sweet. Immortal cultivators like us pay attention to a fate. Fa, come on, I gave this to you."

Li Feng curiously reached out to touch the talisman on the table. When he poked it with his finger, layers of silver light suddenly rippled on the surface of the talisman like water waves.

"Hahahaha... This is the heart-clearing talisman refined by me. It can help you calm down and have some small effect on exorcizing evil spirits. Although it is not a great treasure, I will not give it away easily. I will not accept it. ”

Li Feng wanted it, but didn't dare to accept it. He seemed very hesitant, and the old man laughed again.

"Don't worry, I don't force you to become a disciple after accepting it. It's just a gift I brought to you when I came to see you."

Li Feng felt relieved now, grabbed the talisman in his hand, and bowed to the old immortal to thank him.

"Thank you, Immortal, Li Feng likes it very much!"

Li Ping on the other side just sighed. This Tang Immortal really liked his son. How many people would envy this opportunity before it was too late. The royal family and the countrymen all wanted to worship some immortal masters in the court as their disciples, but they also had no way to do it. He himself The foolish son is in the midst of blessings and does not know how blessed he is.

The old immortal cultivator was very patient with Li Feng. He was confident that this child would definitely join his sect.

"Feng'er, can you tell me why you are reluctant to join me?"

"I..."

Li Feng was hesitant, but he was not stupid. He knew that Mr. Ji might not accept him as his disciple, and he heard from Zuo Daxia that there were countless people in the world who wanted to be Mr. Ji's disciple. But Mr. Ji seems to have no apprentice at all, but this thought has always been there.

Furthermore, Mr. Ji warned Li Feng not to practice spiritual arts before he was physically strong. Maybe when he can come into contact with spiritual arts, he might be accepted as a disciple by Mr. Ji, and even if Mr. Ji really doesn’t accept disciples , In comparison, Li Feng also prefers Zuo Wuji.

Seeing Li Feng hesitating, Li Ping on the other side spoke.

"Hey, this traitor, he has been practicing martial arts with a martial artist every day lately. I think he is obsessed with martial arts."

"Martial arts?"

The old man surnamed Tang looked a little surprised, and then he laughed.

"Feng'er, martial arts is just a small skill in the world. It cannot be used for great purposes, nor can it transcend birth, old age, illness and death. It is really not comparable to the cultivation of immortality."

Li Feng frowned when he heard these words. This was different from what Mr. Ji said. It was also very different from Zuo Daxia’s ambition and heroic spirit. Li Feng was obviously more willing to believe in Ji Yuan and Zuo Wuji.

"Are you an immortal? But now there are Confucian and martial arts temples being built everywhere. Is martial arts really useless?"

Li Feng asked about martial arts, which Ji Yuan and Zuo Wuji often talked about, but of course the old immortal cultivator didn't think that a child knew what "Tao" was, so his smile did not change and he shook his head slightly.

"Martial arts are really difficult to achieve, but now there are martial arts temples everywhere, but that is just to stabilize the luck of the Xia and Yong Dynasties. Of course, there are some people in this world who have shockingly high martial arts skills, but those There are too few people to play a decisive role. I even feel that they are no longer ordinary people and cannot be confused with ordinary people."

Li Feng thinks what the old immortal master said later is unreasonable, because some warriors are too strong, so they are not martial arts practitioners?

"Yes, Feng'er, how can a small mortal skill be comparable to an immortal skill? Your martial artist sent him away as soon as his father changed his mind. He himself only went back and forth with some basic moves, and teaching you martial arts was nothing more than a diagram. It’s just money.”

The steward who had been standing at the door opened his mouth now, wanting to say something to his master, but thinking of the warning he received when he met Ji Yuan before the dinner that day, he finally did not speak.

And Li Feng couldn't help it anymore. Even if Zuo Wuji didn't want him to talk nonsense before, he couldn't bear the Martial Saint in his heart being so slandered by his father.

"Dad, what you said is too much! What little magic tricks have been said for hundreds and thousands of years? It may have been like this before, but it may not be like this now. Others may be like this. But what if the person who teaches me is named Zuo Wuji?”

Li Feng's somewhat fierce reaction made Li Ping angry at first.

"Feng'er, do you even dare to contradict your father?"

"Children don't dare!"

Then Liping came back to his senses.

"Zuo Wuji? I seem to have heard of it somewhere..."

The old man surnamed Tang on one side was a little stunned, and asked after regaining consciousness.

"Zuo Wuji? Which Zuo Wuji? But that Martial Saint Zuo Wuji?"

"Exactly."

Li Feng looked at his father and then at the old immortal master, and answered in the affirmative, which made the old immortal master's face fall into deep thought and his eyes flickered.

"He is teaching you martial arts? In this official residence?"

"Yes, Master Zuo didn't let me say it at first, but my father wanted to drive him away, so I said it."

After all, Liping has been an official for many years, and he is very good at observing words and expressions. Seeing the change in the face of the old immortal master, he immediately understood that this martial saint was not in vain, but he still had high expectations for the immortal magic in his heart. Martial arts, so he said softly.

"Even if it is really the martial arts saint who is teaching you martial arts, compared to the immortal method, martial arts are still ordinary..."

The old immortal master raised his hand to stop Liping from continuing.

"Master Li, as the Martial Saint, you should still respect him, but when it comes to recruiting disciples, it is not something that just one name can overpower me."

As he spoke, Master Tang stood up.

"Feng'er, I'll come see you another day. Mr. Li, I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave now!"

"Uh, I'll send you the immortal master!"

"No need!"

After paying homage to Liping and Li Feng, Master Tang Xian left the living room with their gifts. He did not go to visit Zuo Wuji and left Li Mansion directly.