20demayo Chapter 135 I believe you.
Chapter 135 I believe you.
Fu Xun's expression was inscrutable: "It's on your back shoulder, didn't you notice?"
Leng Huan: "I..."
Suddenly she stopped again, "Damn it! Of course I can't see you because you're on my back, not on my chest!"
Leng Huan only has one-third of her spiritual power left. Fortunately, Fu Xun suppressed her outburst, otherwise her meridians would probably be ruptured.
She continued meditating and regulating her breathing, and all the spiritual energy around her was attracted to her. The speed at which her meridians absorbed spiritual energy was even faster than before.
Her cultivation had already reached its peak, but after accidentally advancing to a higher realm, her physique suddenly erupted. This was actually related to her profound energy; the first volume of her cultivation technique was already mastered to perfection.
I don't know if the elders have made any progress on the second half of the book. Leng Huan himself occasionally tries to understand the first half of the book, following the mysterious feeling, and he has a vague understanding of it.
It was a bit of a trap; if it weren't for the high-level cultivator who happened to be nearby, she would have frozen to death.
Three days later, the injuries to his meridians had basically healed, and the small boat was back to normal. The place was a bit messy. Leng Huan clenched his fists, feeling a surge of power within his body. He felt strong and very safe.
Most importantly, "Senior sister, after awakening your special physique, your cultivation will be twice as effective. You are now a cultivator with exceptional talent." Fu Xun was even more excited than her. He still remembered her saying before, with his petty jealousy, that if one's aptitude is insufficient, one will perish before ascending to immortality.
As things stand, she is now the person in the Leng family with the best chance of ascending to immortality in the last thousand years.
"Is that so? Then I'm sure I can break through this time I'm in seclusion!" Leng Huan was very happy. He didn't expect to reach the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage many years earlier than he had anticipated.
Leng Huan snapped her fingers, and a snowflake appeared at her fingertips. It didn't last long and melted quickly, but she was very happy. So this was why she could use ice magic after awakening her profound power!
Does that mean she's a dual cultivator of water and ice?
Wonderful.
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The Lei Ze area is dangerous and remote, practically a no-man's-land. It's already south of the Huan Yue Immortal Sect; continuing south will take you to the Southern Sea.
Before Fu Xun entered Lei Ze, he found them a small hilltop for seclusion, more than a hundred miles away, not too far, but not too close either.
After the barrier was set up, the lightning couldn't affect them.
Leng Huan also curiously followed to see the legendary Thunder Marsh. From a distance, he could see that the sky ahead was covered with thunderclouds, lightning and thunder, and the ground was full of broken stones and puddles. The entire valley was about 150 miles long from east to west and 20 to 30 miles wide.
So when I arrived here, I felt that the sky was dark, as if a powerful cultivator was undergoing tribulation.
Leng Huan, recalling the excruciating pain of being struck by lightning, immediately stopped in his tracks, refusing to go any further. He looked at Fu Xun and said, "You...you'd better take it easy. We'll meet again when we emerge from seclusion. Please be sure to act within your limits."
Lightning occasionally rang out ahead. Although Fu Xun was an invincible dragon, Leng Huan looked at him more and more and more like a male protagonist. He was just a living, ordinary cultivator, a human being like her, not a god.
—You'll always get hurt.
Fu Xun understood what she meant. Her concern was subtle and a little awkward, but she was genuinely worried about him.
A gust of wind blew, causing their clothes to flutter and overlap. Even in the dim light, her eyes shone like stars, her expression somewhat hesitant. Fu Xun couldn't resist reaching out and pulling her into his arms, his voice ringing out above her head:
"Leng Huan, if something happens to me, will you be sad for me?"
Hearing this, Leng Huan was stunned, unable to describe the feeling in her heart. She looked up at Fu Xun's expression, and when their eyes met, she suddenly felt a light prick in her heart.
She refused to think about the question.
"Stop saying that, why are you planting flags for no reason?" Leng Huan stood on tiptoe, reached out and pinched his face, forcing a smile. "You will definitely succeed."
"Because you are Fu Xun. I believe in you!"
He sensed that she always had an inexplicable confidence in him, so he would become what she hoped for. Fu Xun's face softened, and with a slight smile, he asked, "Senior sister, may I kiss you now?"
Looking at him with those bright, starry eyes, Leng Huan's heart skipped a beat, and her ears even felt a little hot. She wondered if she was blushing. Damn it, she felt like she was being charmed by his handsomeness!
"No way!" The plan was supposed to be disciplining the female supporting character, but Leng Huan commanded, "You bow your head first."
The wind still passed by, the two leaned on each other, the taller one bowed slightly, the shorter one stood on tiptoe, and finally cherry lips lightly kissed thin lips.
...Leng Huan clearly intended to just stick it out briefly and then back away, but someone held his head down, preventing him from moving, and he felt as if he had stopped breathing.
When they parted, she could only gasp for breath, her chest heaving violently. As the heat on her face subsided, a cheerful laugh drifted on the wind, and Fu Xun had already disappeared from her side.
He didn't say anything about raising the flag, which was good. Leng Huan rubbed his face, took a deep breath, and turned to go to his secluded cultivation cave.
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Should we accept our fate simply because we know there's nothing we can do about it?
Wang Chen's words from that day suddenly echoed in his mind. Leng Huan stopped and looked up at the sky; Lei Ze was already far behind him.
Just take it one step at a time.
Female supporting role?
No, she is just herself; everyone is the protagonist of their own story.
Everyone should strive to be someone who cannot be defined.
Including her, including Wang Chen, and... Fu Xun.
This world is alive.
They shouldn't be defined.
Let things take their natural course. Every choice she makes is her own decision. The future is too far away; we should live well in the present.
only……
Fu Xun... Fu Xun... she deceived him. This shell is not what it seems. If he finds out in the future that her inner self is a man, will he break down and become possessed? And then feel so disgusted that he cuts her down with a sword?
Ugh, she'd been thinking about this ever since they got to the cabin. She had no idea what kind of thing she was sleeping on…
I suddenly find it a little funny. Is this considered toying with a protagonist like Long Aotian? Oh well, I don't want to think about that for now.
She was born with a cold and aloof demeanor, and she has her own place to belong.
Looking at the faint light in the sky, perhaps all the lines went astray from the moment she ran away from her arranged marriage.
Fu Xun did not tell her that the brief encounter they had on that dark and windy night in the alley behind the Leng family's house was the reason that prompted him to travel south to search for her.
Leng Huan only knew that she left the Leng family and went south, where she met Fu Xun. The two traveled together and have been together ever since, but many things are now unclear.
Fu Xun was actually someone she trusted a lot. Except when she first learned his identity and was a little apprehensive and wanted to avoid him, she had been unknowingly guiding him away from his original path ever since she learned that she could interfere with the plot.
Leng Huan now feels that Fu Xun is ready to take off and doesn't need to be suppressed; he can still walk the broad road ahead.
Leng Huan was actually quite pleased; his former friend had finally grown into someone who could stand on his own.
Everything was fine, except that their relationship had gone a bit astray, and the current messy situation was all because of the evil clutches she had shown in the past.
With a deep sigh, I realized that one wrong step leads to another.
After thinking all the way, Leng Huan still couldn't figure out what to do with Fu Xun before he arrived at the cave.
The engagement is in place, the relationship... there's everything that should and shouldn't be there, but as for the feelings... it's hard to explain.
Or should we wait for the bridge to straighten out naturally?
This was the first time she had encountered something like this, and she had no relevant experience whatsoever, let alone talking to a man.
Having made up his mind to wait for the road to straighten itself, Leng Huan adopted an ostrich-like attitude. If all else failed, he would... cultivate first and deal with it later!
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Leng Huan has the personality of a blade of grass; when there is an uncontrollable wind, he will drift with the wind, but he will also hold on tightly to the ground. He insists on his own ideas on certain matters, and is both easygoing and stubborn.
Fu Xun, on the other hand, was as stubborn as a blue stone. If he wanted to advance, Leng Huan would retreat, until there was nowhere left to retreat, then he would consider facing the storm head-on.
However, she would never admit that she was so indecisive, when she was quite efficient at doing other things.
After she began her seclusion, she forgot about these disturbances and put them to the back of her mind.
The cave was located within the Spirit Gathering Array. Not to mention that the Snow Spirit Body cultivated quickly, automatically absorbing spiritual energy like a sponge. She circulated her cultivation technique, constantly refining her spiritual power to advance her cultivation level. In just two or three years, she touched the barrier of her cultivation realm.
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The grass grows tall and the orioles sing on the small hill; five years have passed since then, withering and flourishing.
This time, she emerged from seclusion first to undergo her tribulation.