Lu Li's robe exploded, his whole body was covered with spider web-like cracks, and blood couldn't stop pouring out...
But the miraculous thing is that at the moment when these electric lights exploded on his skin, the Nascent Soul in Lu Li's dantian turned nine colors and forcibly pulled in this terrifying power of destruction, easily helping him resolve the crisis. ...
The flashes of lightning came and went as quickly as they came.
Within two or three breaths, darkness returned to the passage.
Lu Li looked at the empty place and his body couldn't stop trembling: "Old Wu! Ah Fei! Little one! Weiyue... you, where are you... come out, come out..."
"Miyue!!!"
"little guy!"
"Come out..."
"..."
Lu Li walked around in the passage, looking at the fragments of robes scattered around, his lips trembling violently, and tears welling up in his eyes...
One month later.
Somewhere on the beach in the south of Dayun, a young man in tattered robes lay flat on the beach, letting the waves wash back and forth against his body.
On this day, a young monk happened to pass by this place, found this man, and took him home.
After half a month of careful care, the young man finally woke up, but his expression was numb and there was no color in his eyes.
"Hey, brother, are you awake?"
As soon as Anping opened the courtyard door, he saw Lu Li sitting on the stone steps opposite. He couldn't help but look happy and quickly ran to Lu Li.
"Did you save me?"
Lu Li stared blankly at the two blue bricks in the yard. A small weed grew out of the gap between the blue bricks, swaying slightly, as if waving to him.
"I can't talk about saving you. I just brought you back. However, I have to say that your injury recovered very quickly. At that time, I saw that your whole body was cracked and swollen badly. I didn't expect that you were only half I can get out of bed after just a month..."
With that said, Anping shook the medicine bag in his hand, "You sit down for a while, and I'll help you make the medicine."
Later in the evening, Anping brought the decoction and sat next to Lu Li, curiously asking about Lu Li's identity. However, Lu Li always looked numb and did not say a word.
Anping was slightly unhappy, but didn't say much.
In the following days, Anping still helped Lu Li make soup every day, but he no longer asked about Lu Li's identity. Every time, he put the medicine bowl next to Lu Li and left directly.
If he had the spare money, he would also go to the Huichun Hall to buy some high-quality plasters for Lu Li. However, the plasters from the Huichun Hall were extremely expensive, and even though he was a third-level Qi practitioner, he felt a little distressed.
While helping Lu Li buy medicine, Anping met Mo Ziyan, the daughter of the shopkeeper of Huichun Hall.
Then, he no longer felt bad about the few coins. He must go there every two or three days.
Even after a month, Lu Li's trauma had almost recovered, and he still went to have a chat with Mo Ziyan under the guise of buying plaster.
Gradually, the two became familiar with each other.
Half a year later, Mo Ziyan followed Anping to the small courtyard and saw Lu Li who looked numb.
Mo Ziyan looked polite and weak, and spoke in a low voice, as if he was afraid of offending others. He took the initiative to say hello to Lu Li, but Lu Li still ignored him.
Although Mo Ziyan was a little embarrassed, she was not angry. Anping quickly came to the rescue and said that Lu Li might have been injured in the head and asked her not to take it seriously.
Listening to Anping's story, Mo Ziyan realized that it was Anping who picked up Lu Li, and she couldn't help but have a deeper affection for Anping.
One day two years later.
Anping suddenly told Lu Li with a face full of joy: Mo Ziyan agreed to marry him and wanted Lu Li to be their officiant.
This time, Lu Li was no longer numb and his lips trembled slightly, "Okay."
Seeing that Lu Li agreed, Anping was very happy. He happily went to the street and bought some jars of good wine, and invited Lu Li to have a drink with him.
While toasting and changing cups, Lu Li suddenly asked: "She is just a mortal, but you may achieve foundation building or even go further. Aren't you afraid of growing old?"
Anping smiled calmly: "For her, I can give up being an immortal."
Lu Li was speechless and got very drunk with Anping. He didn't wake up until he came to Sangan the next day.
The wedding is on the eighth day of March.
The courtyard was decorated with lights and colorful decorations, but it was very deserted. Except for Lu Li and Mo Ziyan's father, Mo Youheng, there were no guests.
Mo Youheng is also a mortal. He feels uncomfortable with such a deserted wedding, but he can't resist his precious daughter's infatuation, so he can only agree.
Lu Li specially freshened up today. Although he was still dressed in common clothes, he looked much more energetic.
Mo Youheng sat alone in the high hall.
Lu Li stood on the right side, looking at the two newlyweds wearing red wedding clothes, and he was happy for Anping from the bottom of his heart.
He doesn't know how to officiate at weddings, but fortunately he played house when he was a child and said, "I worship the heaven and the earth...", so it's not a problem.
After the worship service, Anping led Mo Ziyan into the east room first, and then came out to drink with Lu Li.
Although Mo Youren was dissatisfied with such a simple wedding, the matter was a foregone conclusion and he no longer cared about it. He just kept telling Anping to take good care of Zi Yan...
Lu Li looked in a daze, drinking one cup after another. His mind was filled with the sounds left by Wei Yue before the tribulation.
died.
Everyone died.
He reached the end of the passage and found nothing but a stone door that was difficult to open.
Wei Yue is gone, Wu De is gone, Tang Fei, Xiao Doan... everyone is gone, even the pagoda in the palm of his hand is gone...
In this world, I am the only one left.
He didn't know what he was going to do, what else he could do.
The festive day passed quickly. Anping left the courtyard to Lu Li and moved to Huichun Hall, saying that it was Mo Youren's request and wanted Anping to inherit his mantle.
This is just a small town. Mo Youren has limited knowledge and does not know that Anping is a practitioner. If he knew, he would definitely not do this.
Anping did not explain. It seemed that he really did what he said at the beginning, that he could give up his practice for the sake of Mo Ziyan.
However, even though he moved away, he would not forget Lu Li's three meals a day. Either Anping would deliver them personally or Mo Ziyan would deliver them. Anyway, Lu Li would not be hungry.
Anping is a practitioner and his intuition is more sensitive than ordinary people. He felt that there was something unusual about Lu Li, but he couldn't explain the details.
In the seventh year after Lu Li came to Mo Sang Town, Anping was twenty-seven years old and hugged a fat baby. It was white and tender and very pleasing to the eye. On the day of the full moon, Anping came to the door and invited Lu Li to have a drink.
Lu Li did not refuse and went to the Huichun Hall.
The full moon wine was very lively and noisy, which was very different from the deserted atmosphere during the wedding.
Lu Li was sitting in the corner, drinking alone without raising a glass. Someone discovered Lu Li and thought that Lu Li was handsome and extraordinary, so he wanted to betroth his daughter to him.
But Lu Li just smiled lightly and excused himself...
