Chapter 734: Obsession with the Devil (3rd Update)
Mu Chengfeng cultivated the avenue of love and dreams, searched hard, but finally found it. The Love Dream Notes stopped abruptly after recording this incident, and after turning over a few pages, they were all blank.
Li Changxiao remained silent and looked at the portrait in the Snow Sect again. The woman in the painting had a slight smile on her lips and a graceful figure. There was a snowy scene behind her, but the woman was wearing green clothes, but she didn't look like a plum blossom in the snow, but like a pond. Green lotus.
Mu Chengfeng was obsessed with the dream of love and repeatedly made big mistakes, which was extremely hateful. However, Li Changxiao could vaguely feel the warm emotions coming from the painting. I have been unable to love you for countless years, and it is like this all the time. No matter how crazy and crazy I am, it is understandable.
Li Changxiao took the Love Dream Diary into his arms and continued to delve deeper into the Snow Sect. The buildings of the Snow Sect are all extremely majestic. Most of them are in the shape of pagodas, which are solemn and solemn. They are as high as ten thousand feet. The cold wind blows through the gaps, and there is a mournful "whirring" sound. It seems that this ruins is venting its unwillingness and crying for its experiences.
Spiritual energy is exhausted, most of them are like this. But the desolation and decay that came from the Snow Sect was a bit more intense, and I don't know if it was caused by the snow and wind in the sky. As the night progressed, Li Changxiao lit a bonfire and ate dry food alone in an empty hall.
That wisp of flame, bullied by the cold wind, was beaten to the point of scurrying around, flickering in and out. Li Changxiao added some firewood to cheer it up. After a while, the flame gradually gained a firm foothold, burning brighter and brighter. The fever became stronger and stronger, but the memory became less and less long, and it began to shout with the cold wind and show off its power. But when the cold wind became angry and I stepped forward, the flames died down again.
The main hall was too empty, and the flames could only illuminate Li Changxiao. At first glance, the darkness had completely surrounded Li Changxiao. The territory held up by the fire looked more like a prison, a cocoon to bind itself. Li Changxiao was in a bad mood, his handsome face flickering in and out. After thinking for a long time, he took out the Shanhai Xianzai Notes and the brush. When he lowered his head, he saw that the brush strokes had long been frozen stiff. It's enough for killing people, but it's not enough for writing.
Li Changxiao breathed in the heat, blew his pen softly, and opened dozens of pages in Shanhai Xian's Notes. This was the location of the Lailu Inn. Li Changxiao started writing this note very early, very early, But I didn't think of a name at that time, and occasionally I remembered it, so I occasionally wrote it down, recording those trivial things and miscellaneous things here and there. The first time he went to the Laiwang Inn, Li Changxiao only wrote a few words. When he went to the inn in the future, he wrote very little. Just like sometimes, when he saw a cute puppy on the roadside, he would also write it down. And name that puppy.
However, when he went there the second time, he used a little more pen and ink, and deliberately reserved a few pages. Now it seems that he left a lot more. Li Changxiao thought for a moment and wrote: "Looking for the landlady, we have arrived at the Snow Sect." He looked down at the winter plum again, his eyes flickering.
The darkness of the hall seemed to swallow everything up. The Extreme Region is very large, but with raging wind and snow, it is not suitable for mortals to survive at all.
At this moment.
The entire Extreme Territory, the vast land, the endless wind and snow, or... just one living person, Li Changxiao.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew. The overbearing cold wind decided to teach Huo Miao a lesson and completely eradicate the existence of this heretic. They came in groups, pouring in through windows and doors. They shouted to fight and kill, and within a moment, they were surrounded by flames.
The fire went out.
The world is completely plunged into darkness. The last bit of light in the polar realm disappeared.
Li Changxiao raised his head, and the cold wind kept blowing by his side, as if it was not enough to freeze the flames to death, but it also wanted to freeze him to death. But no matter how the cold wind blew, the white clothes sitting withered in the darkness never changed at all.
There was frost on his hair and clothes.
During the day in the Extreme Region, you can barely see anything, and you can't see very far. Beyond three feet, your vision will be blocked by wind and snow.
Li Changxiao stood up and walked out of the hall. He was looking for something in the deserted extreme area. A rare storm arose today. Dense snowflakes rolled up into the sky and fell rapidly. At this speed, even a drop of water is enough to kill a person.
But he saw a figure vaguely visible in the deadly storm. The color palette of the extreme realm is endless gray and white. The sky is gray, the buildings are gray, everything is gray. That touch of pure white is not eye-catching, but it is clearly visible. There is a plum blossom in his scabbard.
Li Changxiao left Xuezong and headed deeper into the Extreme Realm. Everything you see is gray.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew up, blowing the love dream note in his arms and flying up, and the page stopped opening. Li Changxiao hurriedly picked it up, but was stunned.
Qingmeng Xiao remembered the last few pages, and the notes appeared again. Li Changxiao watched as he walked.
After Mu Chengfeng destroyed Plum Blossom Peak, a long time passed in a state of confusion. I don’t know whether God loves us and sends us blessings, or whether God rejects us and sends us disasters.
He actually saw a similar flower again. He was excited, but he was afraid that the tragedy would happen again, so he didn't dare to show up. He only dared to observe in secret and helped him grow many times.
But there are always a few worries in her heart, but as she grows up, the person she loves is not herself. So he went to see the similar flower early and told her that she was transformed from his love dream and was born to be his.
Naturally, I didn’t believe the similar flower, but Mu Chengfeng’s cultivation level was too high, so what he said was Dharma Sui, and he had instilled this idea early on. When Mei Sanniang's cultivation was still shallow, she didn't feel anything bad about it, but after her cultivation became advanced, the disadvantages gradually became apparent.
They often fall into deep trouble, unable to distinguish whether they are human beings, dreams, or themselves transformed by other people's deeds. Because of Mu Chengfeng's unrelenting interference, Mei Sanniang's confusion became even more profound.
So there was a "bet to identify myself". Mu Chengfeng firmly believed that Mei Sanniang was the manifestation of his love dream. Mei Sanniang believed that she was just herself.
Set up a big rule to simplify the problem. Whoever wins the bet is right. Mu Chengfeng deliberately influenced Mei Sanniang in four stages, disturbing her Tao heart and confusing her true self, namely the stage of transformation of spirit, the early stage of refining emptiness, the late stage of refining emptiness, and the stage of fusion.
Therefore, the bet was divided into four games, starting from the transformation of spirit, then to refining emptiness and fusion. Because Mu Chengfeng's love dream involved too many things, the people involved in the bet were also quite particular.
The four people who came and went from Mei Sanniang to the inn were all closely related to Mu Chengfeng. Guan Baishi was actually the son of Guan Yaoyao. The second in command came from the Fulu Sect. Needless to say, he had a grudge with Mu Chengfeng. Mu Chengfeng had a grudge against his ancestors. As for the cook, he and Mu Chengfeng had no great hatred, but he was willing to help.
This Dao was dead, whether it was true or false, it seemed to be unimportant. But the elegant Mu Chengfeng was obsessed with the devil, and the bet continued.