A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Bing Chen's mood obviously fluctuated a little.
"May I ask the Immortal Master, how much life do I have left now?" Bing Chen said in a low voice.
"Oh, you are very tolerant, which makes me a little interested."
"You are an immortal, and I am a human being. We can take whatever you want, and it's not based on your own wishes." Bing Chen said sarcastically.
Lan Youmengfeng's eyes turned cold, but she chuckled again after a moment.
"You are quite courageous, but I appreciate you more and more. You don't have to worry. You survived the spell just now, which proves that you are not a short-lived prime minister. Besides, I won't let you To die so easily, after all, now you are the furnace of my cultivation, hahahaha."
"Cauldron?"
"Immortal Master should hire another wise man. I have been a mortal for hundreds of years. Now I have lost ninety-eight years. How many years do I have left to live? I'm afraid I can't satisfy you, Immortal Master. But I still want to say thank you. At least you let me return the favor." I can survive for a few more years." Bing Chen said coldly.
"Boy, you make me very unhappy. After two hundred years, few people dare to speak to me like this." Lan Youmeng said coldly.
"Oh, if that's the case, then please ask the immortal master to teach me a lesson for this daring person."
His eyes met Lan Youmeng's, seemingly unafraid at all.
With murderous intent flashing in his eyes, Lan Youmengsu waved his hand, and the ice dust turned into a streak of light and disappeared from his field of vision.
Xuexia Mountain, next to the huge rock.
Bingchen suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for air, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and a little cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Just now, he really felt that death was approaching. He was sure that the woman was really murderous towards him. As long as she wanted to, she could easily kill herself.
"Don't test my bottom line. If you dare to be disrespectful to me again, you will die!"
Lan Youmeng's cold voice sounded in his mind, and Bingchen shuddered again, but then a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He felt that the pain in his body that was worse than death had disappeared, and he had not felt so relaxed for a long time.
"Heaven will not kill me!" Bing Chen said excitedly while lying in the snow, looking at the nebulae in the sky.
Regaining a new life, even if it was only for a few years, as long as there was no pain and suffering, Bing Chen felt that it was worth it.
"Thank you, beauty!" After hesitating for a while, Bing Chen said.
Seeing that Lan Youmeng ignored him, Bingchen smiled bitterly and shook his head, then stood up and prepared to walk down the mountain.
Strangely enough, Bing Chen no longer felt as cold as before, and it was completely within the range that he could bear. I can’t figure it out, and I can only attribute it to Lan Youmeng’s secret help. only......
Plop!
After taking only two steps, Bing Chen stumbled and fell to the ground, almost rolling off the cliff.
Extreme fatigue hit him, and just these two steps consumed all his strength. Feeling drowsy, his body seemed to be hollowed out, Bing Chen felt weaker than ever before.
"court death!"
A cold voice came, and Bing Chen was suddenly startled, and his eyes that were about to be closed immediately opened again.
"Is this the sequelae of you extracting my longevity?" After closing his eyes and adjusting his breath for a while, Bing Chen asked feebly.
"Yes, I advise you not to act rashly, otherwise if you fall a few more times, you might really die." Lan Youmeng mocked.
Bing Chen looked bitter. He originally thought he could "enjoy his old age in peace", but now it seems that it may have come to nothing.
"My current physical condition is equivalent to that of an ordinary person who is ninety-eight years old?"
"Not too stupid."
Lying quietly on the snow, looking at the stars in the sky, after the initial reluctance, Bing Chen gradually calmed down.
"It's not bad to wait quietly like this. At least it will be a peaceful death."
"Beauty, we are destined to meet each other. My name is Bingchen. Can you tell me your name?"
Lan Youmeng seemed reluctant to talk to Bingchen. After a while, she said coldly: "My lord, Lan Youmeng."
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Bingchen whispered: "The orchid in the clear valley is as poetic as a dream. What a good name! It fits your appearance and temperament very well, Fairy Lan."
"Oh, I can't tell, you are pretty good at talking."
"I'm just telling the truth. I am lucky to get to know Fairy Lan before I die."
As soon as he finished speaking, a faint smile like a silver bell sounded in Bingchen's mind.
"Well, that's right. These two words of yours, kid, sound good to me. I will forgive you for being disrespectful to me before. But I have said before that you are the furnace of my cultivation, and I will not let you just do this. Die easily."
A wry smile appeared on Bingchen's face and he said: "Birth, old age, illness and death are the reincarnations of heaven and earth. I died after running out of life. Even you cultivators may not be able to change this."
"Humph, I know a lot. I guess it was your Aunt Bing who told you. But there is one thing you said wrong. You are different from normal old age and death. You just simply lost your longevity. This kind of situation is not suitable for us monks. It happens occasionally, and as long as you make a breakthrough in your cultivation, or take longevity-replenishing elixirs and spiritual objects from heaven and earth, you can extend your life."
As soon as he said this, Bing Chen's face suddenly turned cold.
"You're peeking into my memory!" Bing Chen said in a bad tone.
"What's the point of prying into the memory of a mortal like you? I'm afraid that my eyes will get dirty. Some memory fragments came to my eyes on their own." Lan Youmeng teased.
"Okay, let's not talk nonsense. Boy, I will give you a chance to live now. Become your teacher, teach you the cultivation techniques, and lead you on the road to cultivation."
Bing Chen was stunned for a moment, but then he gave a wry smile.
"Cultivation? If I had this qualification, how could I end up like this?"
"You just have to answer whether you want to or not."
Seeing Lan Youmeng's determined tone, Bingchen also had a glimmer of hope.
"If there is such an opportunity, I'm afraid not many people in this world will refuse it." Bing Chen said.
"Very good, I'm quite sensible. Then let's become a disciple. I have never accepted a male disciple before."
"Right here?" Bing Chen said a little uncertainly.
"In your current state, where can you go? Hurry before I regret it."
Thoughts were racing, and as Lan Youmeng finished speaking, Bing Chen knelt on the ground with a thud.
"Master is here, I will bow to you from my disciples."
He kowtowed to Tian San, then kept his forehead touching the ground, waiting for Lan Youmeng to speak.
Bingchen's decisiveness made Lan Youmeng stunned for a moment, but then he chuckled and said: "The boy is quite smart, he must have other agendas. Anyway, from today on, you are the third of my rank. Disciple."
As soon as he finished speaking, a majestic message was transmitted into Bing Chen's brain.
"This is the Blood Soul Kung Fu, a technique inherited from our Blood Soul Sect. Today I have made you an advantage."
However, Bingchen didn't listen to Lan Youmeng's words at all. At this time, he was holding his head with both hands, his eyes were bulging and bloodshot, he had a splitting headache, and he was howling in a human-like voice.
Seeing this, Lan Youmeng quickly made a seal and shot out a soul light that penetrated Bing Chen's mind.
There was a muffled thud, and Bing Chen fell to the ground and fainted.
"It's so useless, I almost died from this little information." Lan Youmeng pouted.
It wasn't until two hours later that Bing Chen faintly woke up. His eyes were dull, and he sat there in a daze for a while before he came to his senses.
"You want to kill me?"
After coming back to his senses, Bing Chen immediately shouted angrily.
"You brat, how dare you speak to Master like this?" Lan Youmeng said in a bad tone.
"snort!"
Bingchen snorted coldly and simply ignored Lan Youmeng, closing his eyes and meditating on the Blood Soul Technique.
As the sun rose and the moon faded, when the first ray of morning light shone on Bing Chen, a ray of special power around him suddenly seemed to be drawn and floated towards him, and then disappeared into his body.
"The spiritual energy enters the body so quickly!"
Lan Youmeng was slightly startled, but then a wry smile appeared on her face.
"It is indeed a chaotic spiritual root. Once activated, this characteristic of being in harmony with heaven and earth is really enviable."
Thinking back to that time, it took me nearly five days to realize the existence of spiritual energy. Even so, he is known as the person with the most incredible qualifications since the founding of the Blood Soul Sect. Eight-turn Yin Spirit Root, a Tianyin body born in the Yin year, Yin month, Yin day, as long as the virgin body is retained, its cultivation speed is unparalleled by few people in the world, and if no accidents occur, it will be within a very short period of time. Step into the throne of God and achieve a legend.
But Lan Youmeng, who had always been proud, felt a sense of frustration in her heart.
"It should be said that I found a treasure, or I was slightly shocked by this cheap apprentice." Lan Youmeng laughed at herself.
Without disturbing Bing Chen, after detaching a ray of consciousness to observe the surrounding situation, Lan Youmeng calmed down and used her energy to heal her injuries.
There is no time to practice, and a month goes by in the blink of an eye.
On this day, Bing Chen opened his eyes, and the excitement in his expression was obvious.
"Is this a breakthrough?" Bing Chen asked.
"Yes, the second level of Naling."
Hearing this, Bingchen became even more excited.
With his palms spread flat, a wisp of light red air appeared in his palms while the technique was running.
"Master, how are the realms of cultivation divided? Can you tell me?"
"The three realms of cultivation are respectively the three mortal realms, the three calamity realms, and the three divine realms. Each realm contains three major realms. The three mortal realms include spiritual absorption, spiritual concentration, and Yuan shaping. The three calamity realms are sea opening, true essence, and Tao calamity. . And the Three God Realm is the legendary False God, God King, and God Lord."
However, as soon as Lan Youmeng finished speaking, a ball of light red light the size of a fist condensed in Bingchen's hand.
"Then Master, what state were you in before?"
Bing Chen said as he shot out the light ball in his palm.
The next moment, with a loud bang, rocks on the side of the cliff exploded. Taking a closer look, I saw that a deep pit the size of a millstone had been blasted out of the cliff, with cracks all over it.
Bing Chen was stunned, but then, bursts of roars came from all around. Bing Chen suddenly came back to his senses, and then let out a scream, quickly got up and ran away.
Boom boom boom, the sound of gravel and snowdrifts rolling down, and a huge avalanche occurred after the ice dust hit it.
Bing Chen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, with a lingering fear on his face. If he had run slower just now, he might have been swept down the mountain.
Thinking of this, Bing Chen was startled again and quickly looked towards the bottom of the cliff.
"Avalanche, avalanche!"
"Run!"
At this time, at the bottom of Xuexia Mountain, all the residents living in this area were running like crazy, cursing incessantly as they fled.
"How could there be an avalanche? I have lived here for decades, and this is the first time it has happened."
"Some beast that can kill a thousand swords must have run up there, Marde, catch it, I will definitely skin it."
…
It lasted for nearly an hour before the avalanche stopped.
Seeing that no one was injured or killed, Bing Chen breathed a sigh of relief. But then, his face turned dark.
Looking towards the entrance and exit at the bottom of the mountain, it seemed that it was blocked by thick snow. Looking at it like this, if you want to get in and out of Xuexia Mountain, unless you can fly, you can't even think about it.
"This is a rip-off!"
Bingchen wanted to cry but had no tears.
Now, he felt full of strength and originally planned to go down the mountain. But he actually made such a scene as if he wanted to die, risking his own death here.
"If I wait until the snow melts, I will starve to death on this mountain." Bing Chen said with an ugly face.
"Keke, why, Xiao Chen'er, who is not even afraid of death, sometimes gets anxious." Lan Youmeng teased.
"Beautiful master, please stop entertaining me. You managed to save your life. If you starve to death, wouldn't that be an unjust death?"
"You speak freely, are you looking for a beating?" Lan Youmeng glared.
Too lazy to continue talking to Bingchen, no matter how much he chattered, Lan Youmeng didn't say another word.
