The Genius of Formation and Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 811 Changguang (1)

The sun rises and sets, the stars move, and the days pass day by day. On this day, Luan Feng'er finally wakes up from the dream.The long eyelashes on the tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, and the delicate eyelids of the pair of bright eyes were opened, and they looked up confusedly.Probably just waking up, before coming out of the dream, Luan Feng'er's eyes were very scattered, and it took a while to gather them together, looking around.

What caught my eyes was a piece of white mist, just like living in the magical white mist with my mother when I was a child, which made Luan Feng'er's nose sour.Gradually, the white mist dissipated, and a piece of green grass and red flowers flashed.Among the beautiful flowers, there are several colorful butterflies flying lightly.The beautiful colorful butterflies are laughing and playing carefree among the flowers. For some reason, they give Luan Fenger a very kind feeling.

What a beautiful place, the beautiful and moving environment, the quiet and elegant atmosphere, the light and lovely butterflies, showing the atmosphere of a fairyland everywhere, but the sky is still white and hazy.Luan Feng'er smiled softly, and stretched out her hand to call those beautiful butterflies, but suddenly realized that she was holding a big warm hand tightly.

Was everything before waking up a dream, or real?Am I now in a dream, or in the real world?Luan Feng'er's heart trembled, she didn't dare to look at the owner of the big hand, she even closed her eyes again, her delicate body trembling non-stop.

If this is still a dream, then why is my feeling so clear, the warmth and kindness from my hand, why is it so real?If this wasn't a dream, and he hadn't already been decomposed by Zhi Wuya and others to refine the magical medicine, how could he be alive?Thinking of this, Luan Feng'er trembled even more, countless thoughts frantically flooded into her mind, making her completely lost in the illusion of dreams and non-dreams, me and not me.

"Ah!" A soft sigh sounded in Luan Feng'er's ear, that warm big hand clenched her delicate jade hand, and the other big hand touched her delicate cheek, "This is not a dream, you are not dead, you are I saved you from Zhiwuya and the White-bearded Dragon King."

Although the voice of this sentence was not high, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, awakening Luan Feng'er from the illusion of dreams.I have not died, I have not been decomposed, my body has not been refined into a magic weapon, my demon pill has not been refined into a elixir, my soul has not been refined into a magic weapon, and I have not become anyone's slave!Luan Feng'er almost screamed and jumped up suddenly.However, the weakness of the body dragged the excited Luan Feng'er's hind legs, and Luan Feng'er staggered and fell back to the ground again. "It was my hero who saved me!" Luan Feng'er was overjoyed, and quickly looked at the owner of the big hand on her delicate body.

you? !At this glance, Luan Feng'er was stunned. The hero who entered her eyes was none other than the one who stayed on Tianche Mountain when she fled to Tianche Mountain. The monk, his name is probably Chang Guang.

Luan Feng'er's mother has told her many times about the love between her parents. When love comes, the hero in my heart will appear. It doesn't matter whether he is a human or a demon, a mortal or a monk, as long as there is love in my heart , you will be able to help each other and love you for a lifetime.Therefore, Luan Feng'er didn't care that her hero was just a late-stage foundation-establishment monk. How could it be possible for a late-stage foundation-establishment monk to rescue her from the hands of two great monks and a dozen monks at the Nascent Soul stage?

Forget it, what to do after thinking so much, he will tell himself the reason, the most important thing is that his hero saved himself by stepping on the colorful clouds.Luan Feng'er thought happily, looking at Chang Guang, her eyes were full of tenderness.

Seeing that the expression in Luan Feng'er's eyes gradually changed from excitement and surprise to memories and doubts, and finally turned into admiration and attachment, Chang Guang smiled slightly, and the spiritual power in his body circulated, and his realm suddenly rose from the late stage of foundation establishment to the middle stage of alchemy. "I know you don't believe it, but I did save you."

Seeing that the spiritual power in Chang Guang's body began to change, from the late stage of foundation establishment to the early stage of alchemy, and it was still rising, Luan Feng'er seemed to understand that maybe he was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and he might also be a great monk, otherwise how could he? How about saving yourself from the siege of two big monks and a dozen Nascent Soul stage monks?But when Chang Guang's realm stabilized at the middle stage of alchemy, Luan Feng'er was stunned again. In the eyes of the big monk, what is the difference between a monk in the middle stage of alchemy and a monk in the late stage of foundation establishment?

"Really you saved me?" Luan Feng'er asked suspiciously, and after seeing Chang Guang's half-smile expression, he quickly explained: "I don't doubt you, you saved me, I'm just a bull. Ma also wants to repay your great kindness. But I don't understand, with your strength, it should be very difficult to rescue me from Zhi Wuya and others, but..."

Chang Guang smiled slightly, as if he didn't mind Luan Feng'er's suspicion, "Hehe, actually, if you want to talk about a monk in the alchemy stage, if you want to save someone from the hands of a big monk, don't say you don't believe it, no one will believe it, just I, until now, have been doubting, the me that day, really rescued you?"

Hearing Chang Guang's humor, Luan Feng'er couldn't help laughing.I don't know why, maybe I think he is the hero who saved me, or maybe he is my eternal reliance in the dream. Apart from the love that arises in my heart, Luan Feng'er has a very special kind of intimacy with Chang Guang, as if In front of him, she was not a proud phoenix, the bloodline of the mythical beast Phoenix, but a small and delicate woman who was waiting for her heroic gentleman to take pity on her. "Hee hee, you don't believe it yourself, so how did you save me?"

Chang Guang smiled slightly, looking at Luan Feng'er's pretty face, he was suddenly full of sadness, and his tone became much lower. "I didn't expect you to spend 50 years crossing millions of miles of mountains, fighting with countless monsters and beasts, how many times you were seriously injured, how many times you were on the line of life and death, how much suffering you suffered, how tired you were The reason why I came to this Fatianyuan is to..." At this point, Chang Guang held Luan Feng'er's jade hand even tighter, his tone became more low-key, there seemed to be a flash of water in the tiger's eyes, and there was a little umm in his nasal cavity. Woo.

Feeling Chang Guang's sadness, Luan Feng'er was even more moved, she burst into a smile, patted Chang Guang's big hand with her jade hand, and said with a smile: "Hehe, I have set a record, the first person in tens of thousands of years to break through a hundred years alone. Thousands of miles of mountains, it's really great when you think about it! But that hateful Fang Yunlong, I must make him..." Thinking that if it wasn't for the Chang Guang in front of him, he would have been refined into a magic weapon by Zhi Wuya, Luan Feng'er said to her Fang Yunlong, who was introduced to Fatianyuan, hated him even more.

"I'm sorry..." Hearing Luan Feng'er's vicious words, Chang Guang choked up and looked at Luan Feng'er with guilt.

"Huh?" Luan Feng'er smiled sweetly, and her tender body leaned against her body as usual, making her look even more gentle and graceful. "You don't have to worry about me, those dangers and unhappiness are over. In fact, after thinking about it, I have to thank Fang Yunlong, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have met you..."

Chang Guang froze for a moment, opened his mouth to speak, but seemed to think of something again, shook his head, and said, "That... how can you recover from your injuries?"

Luan Feng'er was slightly taken aback, and mobilized the spiritual power in her body silently, but was shocked to find that there was no spiritual power in her body at all, and even the demon pill lying in the dantian looked dim.Recalling the madness when he was fighting with the White-bearded Dragon King, Luan Feng'er smiled wryly, tried to keep his tone as calm as possible, and said: "It's okay, it's just that the spiritual power has disappeared. But the dantian is still stable, did you give it to me? Some panacea?"

(End of this chapter)