Feng Ci was able to become one of the leaders in the war between humans and demons back then, naturally not entirely because of being favored by the Dao of Heaven. On the contrary, before Tiandao selected him, he was already the leading figure among the disciples of his generation.
Feng Ci is extremely talented in practice, but also extremely hardworking. On the contrary, after the war, people became idle and hardly practiced well.
He never expected that this time, in order to deal with the big battle, he would practice obediently in seclusion like a junior.
Three months is not long, nor is it short.
The body that Feng Ci is using now has a good foundation for cultivation, and coupled with his own talent for cultivation, the early stage progressed fairly smoothly.
But when he was about to leave the customs, Feng Ci rarely encountered a bottleneck.
There is no other reason, his soul power is too strong, even if this physical body is strengthened to the maximum, it is difficult to fully bear his power.
Deep in the cave, in the middle of the cold pool, a young man in white sat cross-legged. A faint stream of spiritual power lingered beside him, illuminating the entire cave.
Feng Ci frowned slightly, as if he had fallen into some kind of illusion.
When a monk encounters a bottleneck, he will inevitably sink into the depths of his consciousness, but Feng Ci is not using his own body now, so what he sees is Lu Jingming's memory.
When Feng Ci entered this body, he didn't inherit the memory of the original owner, and he didn't think about investigating it later.
Therefore, until now he finally knew the life of the young man he had lived in for a long time.
Both of Lu Jingming's parents died since he was a child, and he was adopted by a kind-hearted family, but not long after, the family also suffered an accident. As a result, Lu Jingming was regarded as a disaster star, and lived on the streets since he was a child. He was rescued by the elders of Tianxuanzong and accepted as a disciple until he was seven or eight years old.
Childhood experience made Lu Jingming's character a bit withdrawn. After he joined Tianxuanzong as a teacher, he was worried that he would overwhelm his fellow disciples, so he never interacted with fellow disciples. Because he comes and goes alone, he is not very popular in the teacher's school.
Unexpectedly, in the tenth year of becoming a teacher, something happened to Tianxuanzong.
"Help, help me—"
"I can't stop it, run away, run away!"
The originally quiet and peaceful Tianxuanzong was now full of shouts and shouts, and the light of spiritual power pierced the night sky in the distance, but it couldn't stop the young man who was walking slowly from the light.
The young man's eyes moved slightly, and he dispelled the sword energy that was hitting him. Then raised his hand lightly, a disciple was suddenly pulled forward by a suction force, and the young man slammed his neck. A steady stream of spiritual power was sucked into the opponent's body, and in an instant, only a shriveled and charred corpse remained in the young man's hands.
As soon as he let go, the body fell to the ground weakly. The young man didn't even look at it, he stepped over the corpse, looking for the next target.
Feng Ci hid in the dark, seeing everything clearly through Lu Jingming's eyes.
This was the first time he saw himself slaughtering a cultivation disciple physically.
It wasn't until this moment that he really understood why Tiandao didn't choose him or others, but chose an empty shell without consciousness and emotion.
Because the human race is always unavoidable to be compassionate, soft-hearted, and reluctant, but the puppet does not.
This puppet is like a sophisticated instrument. No matter whether the person he meets is stubborn or begging, he will only complete the task according to the established principles.
"You killed my master, you killed my senior brother, I will fight with you!!"
Feng Ci was a little distracted, but was pulled back by this familiar voice. He raised his eyes and saw a young man in Taoist robe drew his sword out of its sheath and stabbed at the young man.
It was Meng Changqing.
Feng Ci's pupils shrank slightly, and the next second, he moved.
No, it's not him, it's Lu Jingming.
When Lu Jingming was hiding in the dark just now, his body was still trembling uncontrollably, as if he was terribly frightened. But at this time, he rushed out and stabbed the young man before Meng Changqing.
bass-
As soon as the young man raised his hand, he grabbed his sword with two fingers.
Feng Ci raised his eyes, and through Lu Jingming's eyes, he met a pair of eyes that he was very familiar with.
"You, you are... Junior Brother Lu?!" Meng Changqing's voice sounded behind him.
Lu Jingming said coldly, "Let's go."
"Junior Brother..."
Lu Jingming yelled sharply: "I'll stop him, you run away!"
His voice was firm, but the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, showing the uncontrollable fear in his heart.
Of course he would be afraid, after all, he was just a kid in his teens. But he didn't retreat, he even raised his head and looked directly at the uninvited guest in front of him.
Feng Ci is now integrated with him, and he has also sensed the thoughts in his heart.
He hurt someone else again.
... He really is a nemesis.
"Escape?" The young man in front of him smiled, his voice was clear and cold, "It's destiny, you can't escape."
In the next second, Feng Ci felt the spiritual power in his body begin to drain rapidly.
The loss of spiritual power was actually not painful, it was just very cold. Lu Jingming was shaking from the cold, and his consciousness gradually began to blur.
Suddenly, the young man let out a "huh".
The spiritual power loss stopped.
Lu Jingming raised his head, and the young man's cold fingertips fell between his eyebrows.
"I didn't expect to find it so soon." The young man's voice was faint, and he couldn't hear any emotion, "The most suitable body."
Lu Jingming had already lost most of his spiritual power, and his face was extremely pale: "What are you talking about?"
The young man didn't answer, but asked, "You are willing to die for them, aren't you?"
"you… "
The young man said: "If I promise to let them live, but I want to take your life, are you willing?"
"No!" It was Meng Changqing who interrupted, "If you want to die together, our Tianxuanzong will never do such a thing of exchanging lives for lives!"
Lu Jingming was startled.
He turned his head and saw the young man standing not far behind him.
After more than ten years in the teacher's school, he has hardly dealt with anyone in the teacher's school. At this moment, he felt a little pity in his heart.
I knew so...
Lu Jingming smiled softly: "Senior Brother Meng, thank you."
Then, he turned his head and said to the young man, "Don't hurt them, just take my life away."
To be able to exchange his life for others to survive is considered a worthy death.
Lu Jingming closed his eyes, but the expected pain did not come. He felt weird, just about to open his eyes, but felt his head spinning for a while, and just lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, more than a dozen orphans of Tianxuanzong were already on their way to Lingwu Mountain...
Feng Ci opened his eyes.
He was still in the depths of the cave, and a little bit of spiritual light illuminated the cave's stone walls, and also illuminated the vague and transparent figure on the bank of the cold pool.
"Lu Jingming." Feng Ci called softly.
The young man bowed his farewell to the wind: "This junior has seen the Holy One."
"Your soul has dissipated long ago, and you won't appear here." Feng Ci tilted his head, "Is it the remaining consciousness? Or a dream?"
The boy shook his head: "I don't know."
It was also the first time for Feng Ci to encounter such a thing, but there are countless unexplainable things in this world, so he didn't intend to delve into it too deeply.
Feng Ci asked, "Why did you come to me?"
Lu Jingming said: "Help the Holy One out of the bottleneck."
This is indeed a very strange thing. An ordinary disciple of the immortal sect in his teens actually proposed to help the master of cultivation who has lived in this world for thousands of years to get rid of the bottleneck of cultivation.
But the expression on Feng Ci's face did not change, and he said in a low voice, "What do you want?"
"The current practice of the Holy One is restricted because he is still concerned about the safety of this physical body." Lu Jingming said, "As long as you don't worry about it, you will be done."
Feng Ci asked, "Do you know the consequences of doing this?"
Of course Feng Ci knew what Lu Jingming said. But once this was done, Lu Jingming's physical body would be in danger of collapsing and being damaged at any time.
In the end, not to mention leaving a complete body behind, it might even be wiped out.
Lu Jingming said, "I'm already dead, why do you force me to do this?"
Feng Ci: "Then what are you asking for?"
Lu Jingming said earnestly: "I wish to sacrifice myself alone to prevent the coming killing."
Feng Ci looked at him determinedly.
The illusion just now made him read Lu Jingming's short life of more than ten years.
It was an ordinary, but extremely bumpy life.
This young man has gone through this life in the world, and he has not had time to experience all the good things in the world, but at this moment he is willing to sacrifice himself for others.
Feng Ci asked, "Why?"
But Lu Jingming asked him back: "The Holy One stepped forward and sacrificed his life to save the world, why?"
Feng Ci fell silent.
for what
Of course, it is because I can't bear to see innocent people suffer, I can't bear the misery of life, I can't bear my own experience to happen to others again.
Lu Jingming said: "My answer is the same as that of the Holy One."
In this world, some people bow their heads to accept their fate and obey God's will, while some are brave and fearless and would rather give up than surrender.
But there are also people, perhaps not strong enough to stand against a strong enemy, but they are still willing to sacrifice themselves, even if it is just a cornerstone, a piece of rubble.
Just like Fengci back then.
Just like Lu Jingming now.
Feng Ci didn't answer, and only the slight sound of running water could be heard in the cave. But that vague figure couldn't stay for long, Lu Jingming's figure gradually became dim, Feng Ci asked him, "Do you have any other wishes?"
"Tianxuanzong..." Lu Jingming said in a low voice, "The master's family suffered a terrible disaster and was almost wiped out. If possible, I hope the Holy One can protect the last disciple of Tianxuanzong and leave a bloodline."
Feng Ci: "Meng Changqing."
"Yes." Lu Jingming's voice began to become ethereal, "I hope that the Holy One will complete..."
After his words fell, the vague figure finally turned into a little bit of light and disappeared into the cave.
Feng Ci opened his eyes.
There was a soft sound of water flowing beside his ears, and he was the only one in the cave.
It was as if what he saw and heard just now was just a dream of his.
Feng Ci looked down at the water.
All the spiritual power in the cold pool has been absorbed, and the clear water reflects the handsome and lively face of the young man. Feng Ci quietly looked at that face, and smiled slightly: "Xiao Lu, you are embarrassing me."
"... You should know that what I am doing now is not to save the world."
On the contrary, it is precisely in order to better complete the tasks bestowed by the heavens that he will practice in seclusion here.
The task Tiandao gave him was to get rid of the puppet after the killing was over.
Whether to do this, how to do it, in the past three months, since he should have learned the truth from Tiandao, Feng Ci has been thinking about it all the time.
He has struggled and wavered, and even until now, he has not made up his mind.
But if he wanted to stop that killing, it wasn't just as simple as stopping the flesh puppets, what he would fight against was the way of heaven.
That was an act against heaven.
Feng Ci sighed softly.
He closed his eyes again, and the light of spiritual power shrouding his side changed. Feng Ci no longer cared about the safety of this physical body, and released all his spiritual power with all his strength.
The light became more dazzling, and countless light spots converged into an inseparable fine net, completely enveloping Feng Ci's body.
It also reflected the entire depth of the cave like daylight.
When Feng Ci was in retreat, in order to prevent people from disturbing him, he had imposed restrictions on the outside of the cave where he was retreating. Apart from him, even Pei Qianyue could not break through.
In the early morning of this day, the restriction outside the cave suddenly shattered, and a young man walked out from inside.
There was a faint spiritual brilliance around the young man, and his temperament was not the same as before. Today's him, his eyes are quiet, just standing there quietly can make people feel an invisible deterrent.
It's closer to Fengci's original temperament.
He stood at the entrance of the cave, took a deep breath of the fresh air in the early morning forest, and looked around.
Unsurprisingly, no one.
Feng Ci had promised Pei Qianyue before the retreat that this retreat would take ninety-nine to eighty-one days. According to that person's temperament, he would definitely wait at the entrance of the cave during the few days he left the retreat.
But…
Feng Ci missed the appointment again.
He tossed and tossed for a long time during that bottleneck period, so long that he forgot the exact time. He didn't know how long he had been in seclusion in the end, he only knew that it must have been more than eighty-one days.
His little black snake must be angry again.
No one could be found in front of the cave, and Feng Ci had no choice but to go to the Valley of Witch Doctors to try his luck.
Fortunately, Xiao Guo is still here.
The assessment of the Xianmeng is a major event in the Xianmeng, and all the heads of the six sects must participate. When Feng Ci rushed to the Valley of Witch Doctors, it happened that Xiao Guo was about to lead his disciples out of the valley.
Xiao Guo was stunned when he saw the young man appearing, and immediately asked his disciple to stand by, and dragged Feng Ci away to a dark place.
"It seems that the cultivation of the Holy One has been completed." Xiao Guo looked Feng Ci up and down, and frowned again, "But..."
He paused and asked, "How long?"
Feng Ci said, "Three days."
In order to allow this physical body to fully bear the power of his soul, he has washed the marrow and bones, and has strengthened all parts of the physical body to the peak state.
But this state can't last long.
After three days, this physical body will completely collapse and become a complete useless person.
Feng Ci didn't intend to explain to Xiao Duo, but asked again: "Are you planning to participate in the Xianmeng assessment? The assessment content has been determined? When will it start?"
"The assessment will start at noon today, and I will discuss the details with the Holy Master on the way. Well, the flying boat sent by the Xianmeng to pick us up has just arrived." Xiao Guo pointed to the flying boat parked in the open space outside, and said with a smile , "If the Holy One is a moment later in the evening, I am afraid he will not be able to catch up. Is this the so-called, it is better to come early than coincidentally?"
Feng Ci didn't answer.
He pretended to look at the flying boat, trying to keep his tone calm and indifferent: "Has Pei Qianyue been here?"
Xiao Guo: "Of course the Lord Pei has been here."
"Then he..." Feng Ci touched his nose, a little guilty, "Why didn't he wait for me?"
"Who said he didn't wait?" Xiao Guo's eyes deepened with a smile, "He has been waiting for seven days and seven nights in front of the cave where the Holy Lord retreated. It's a pity that the Holy Lord never came out, and the Immortal League couldn't do without people, so we had to go first left."
"It's a coincidence that City Lord Pei just left before dawn, and it seems that he happened to miss the saint."
"Seven... seven days?"
Terribly, he made Pei Qianyue wait for him for seven days.
This time it's really hard to coax.
Feng Ci felt his heart go cold.
Realizing that he had lost his composure, he coughed lightly and looked away: "Then... did he say anything before he left?"
Xiao Guo: "I said it."
Feng Ci: "What did you say?"
Xiao Guo cleared his throat, deliberately slowed down his tone, and said: "He said: 'Honor Qianqiu, you really can't believe a single word you said, you are really a big, liar.'"