Chapter 51 I'm fine

The dark eyes of the purple cloud stared at the man in front of him without blinking. The cold light flashed in his eyes and said coldly, "Where are you from?"

He is the great priest of Yuehua. Ordinary ghosts can't approach him at all, but this wandering soul dares to approach him.

Seeing the face of the wandering soul clearly, I was secretly surprised. This must have been a talented and gorgeous person before his life, exuding supreme elegant demeanor. After death, there was a faint fairy spirit on his body, which was different from ordinary vicious ghosts.

"Brother, I have a way for you to be with this woman and make her forget her husband. I don't know if Brother Cang is interested?" Lan Nianrong hung a light smile on his lips and pointed to the moon dream heart on the bed.

He wants to try the man who is obsessed with Yuemeng in front of him. If he agrees immediately, it proves that it is not suitable to practice with Yuemengxin at all, and he is a narrow-minded person. It is difficult to guarantee that he will not hate because of love in the future.

If he refuses, he will be a good candidate, and the fairy formula of Yuemengxin will quickly break through the foundation period.

In fact, in the fairyland, this double cultivation is divided into two grades, and the top grade is the double cultivation of men and women, which is not harmful to both sides and can be refined.

The next product is that one side becomes a furnace tripod, forcibly seizes it during double cultivation, and the other side is extremely injured. After a few times, he will die and become a wandering soul. He really wants to know how this man will answer him.

Cang Ziyun had just returned to Gujing's mood, but he was confused by this sentence. He looked at the beloved woman. What this wisp of soul said made him heartbeat.

After a while of silence, he suddenly found that he was short of breath.

His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles were white, and his body trembled uncontrollably. This was a battle between heaven and man. He couldn't control his emotions. As long as he nodded, she was his own and stayed by his side forever.

But if she did this, she would definitely be resented for a lifetime. Her chest suddenly hurt, coughed softly, and couldn't help spitting out another mouthful of blood.

He wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeves and looked at the shocking scarlet blood stains on his white sleeves, with a pale and weak smile on his pale face.

Take a deep breath to calm down. Your illness can't stand great sadness and joy. Excessive emotions will trigger cold poison in your body.

How can her be happy and worry-free? Besides, she has no feelings for herself. Lies will eventually be exposed one day. Why are you so straightforward and watch her happy silently?

Looking up at Lan Nianrong, he shook his head ruthlessly and whispered, "You don't have to** me like this. I refuse."

A strange color flashed in Lan Nianrong's eyes, with a mysterious smile on the corners of his mouth. Zi Cangyun's answer made him very satisfied.

However, he knows that few people will refuse such **, especially deep-rooted mortals.

"Ha ha, why? Doesn't Brother Cang want to stay with her all his life? Lan Nianrong really wants to know the answer.

In fact, he is very curious. He has been an immortal for thousands of years, but he has never understood what the mortal world said: he only envies mandarin ducks but not immortals.

Cang Ziyun lowered his head and looked at the blood stains of plum blossoms on his sleeves, and then raised his head to look directly at Lan Nianrong and said gently, "If you like her, you don't have to plunder her. If I forcefully leave her by her side, even if she can forget everything, I can't forget to let her follow me by despicable means. Besides, she doesn't want to have anything to do with me now. Thank you for your kindness.

He didn't know why this wandering soul came to himself to say this, but he felt that he meant no harm to himself.

"Ha ha, is it because of your illness? What if I can cure you? Can you still say this?" Lan Nianrong seemed to give up and continued to **.

Cang Ziyun's heart beat fast, tried to suppress his emotions, and shook his head gently: "I won't change my mind. Let's see that a wisp of soul on my brother's platform is different from other wandering souls. Please leave here quickly."

Lan Nianrong smiled and said, "You don't have the spiritual power of a magician, but you have the power of faith. Your practice is really special."

He saw the cultivation of Cang Ziyun at a glance. Yue Mengxin told him that there was another kind of person in this alien world, that is, the priest, who could calculate and hope that the stars would predict the future.

However, in Lan Nianrong's view, Cang Ziyun can feel the road of heaven and earth through the power of faith and see what can happen in the future. This power of faith is excessive and harmful to the body.

Peeping at the sky is originally an anti-sky thing. Of course, God will give a certain punishment, and the life expectancy of such people will be very short.

"You..." Cang Ziyun frowned and was secretly shocked. What was the origin of this wandering soul in front of him? This sentence revealed the secret of the priest.

"Ha ha, today's meeting is also a kind of fate. It seems that you can't discuss piano art with Brother Cang, but I have a set of magic formulas. After training, Brother Cang will definitely help your health." Lan Nian floated in front of the purple clouds, and his slender fingers gently touched his forehead.

The red light flashed on the forehead of the purple cloud. Suddenly, a fierce wind rolled up in the room. The purple cloud closed its eyes, and its ink hair danced wildly. The clothes were blown by the wind, and the charming and handsome face was full of solemnity. When he slowly opened his eyes, his deep eyes were colorful.

It took about a cup of tea before the purple cloud regained its senses and kept looking around to see if the wandering soul was still there.

As he thought, the wisp of wandering soul passed on his own magic formula and left. A trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes. He had not thanked him for the kindness of dripping water. He skimmed the beginning of the magic formula and felt extremely profound.

Slowly walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, looking at the moon dream in the sinking place with a complicated look. If you say goodbye today, you will be a stranger in the future.

Silently staring, he wanted to remember Zhang Juemei's face in his heart and seal the dust in his heart.

The breeze is blowing slightly, and the sound of the piano in the room is leisurely, like gurgling water, quiet and comfortable, making people can't help but indulge in it.

Yue Mengxin woke up and listened to the sound of the piano quietly. She recognized the sound of the piano with a faint sadness.

"His piano skills are superb, not below me," Lan Nianrong woke up and whispered when he saw Yue Mengxin.

Yue Mengxin sat up and looked around. Her eyes fell on a figure not far away. She saw Cang Ziyun playing the piano with her back to her.

Entering my sea of knowledge, I saw Lan Nian leaning lazily on a white stone, dressed in white, with long ink scattered, and his eyes turned with soft light, revealing a beautiful amorous feeling.

The first time she saw Lan Nianrong like this, Yue Meng stared straight at him. If Lan Nianrong hadn't been alone in the blood soul beads, she would not have thought it was someone else's soul.

When she took a closer look, she saw Lan Nianrong's tired face between her eyebrows, and her face was stunned. She stepped forward and said with concern, "Nianrong, what's wrong with you?"

Lan Nianrong sat up and smiled and said, "It's nothing. The ectica was made by Cang Ziyun."

Yue Meng's eyebrows frowned a little tighter, and his eyes were stained with anger. When he was dizzy, what happened to him? Why was his soul so stable?

"Don't open the topic. What's wrong with your body?"

"There's nothing wrong. Just practice quickly and supply me with aura." Lan Nianrong didn't want to tell her what happened just now. With her temper, she must not be able to forgive herself.

Just now, he passed the secret from the blood soul beads to Cang Ziyun, consuming some of his soul power, and his soul will naturally be affected.

Yue Mengxin was angry when she saw that he did not want to talk to herself. She was actually afraid that her spiritual power was not enough. She was afraid that Lan Nianrong would one day lose her soul. From coming to this strange world full of crises, he saved herself again and again. She was very afraid that she would lose him one day.

A dense fog floated from his eyes, and a drop of tears fell unconsciously, like a broken pearl.

Lan Nianrong didn't expect that she would suddenly shed tears. Her dark eyes flashed a trace of worry and stood up and walked to her. Suddenly, she was at a loss and comforted, "Why did you suddenly cry? I'm really fine."

Yue Mengxin couldn't stop crying and covered her face and sobbed, "You lied. What must have happened when I just fainted? Is it Cang Ziyun?"

Lan Nianrong suddenly felt as if something had been untied in his heart. For thousands of years, he did not know what this seven emotions and six desires felt like.

But since he woke up from his deep sleep, he saw that Ye Lihuan was deeply in love, the infatuation of the purple cloud, and the bright smile of the woman in front of him, his concern for himself was an impact on his heart.

"I saw that he was very ill. I just passed on a set of magic tricks to him and consumed some soul power. I really don't have to worry." Lan Nianrong reached out and touched her head and whispered.

"If you don't count yourself like this in the future, I will never talk to you anymore. What's wrong with Cang Ziyun? Last time I came to his room, it was the same as now. The room was full of the smell of medicine. Yue Mengxin heard Lan Nianrong's explanation, wiped her tears, and stamped his foot angrily. She was a little surprised. What's wrong with Cang Ziyun?

"He has a kind of cold poison, which seems to have existed since the time of the fetus, and he is also a priest. He peeks at the sky. Generally, Tiandao will punish him." Lan Nianrong said slowly.

Yue Mengxin was slightly stunned. She didn't expect that Cang Ziyun would be a priest. Why would such a noble person hide in a remote attic in Baihua Building?

She felt the mystery of the purple clouds more and more.

Cang Ziyun stopped playing. He heard a faint cry from the bed. He quickly stood up and walked to the bed and saw Yue Mengxin crying with her eyes closed.

Suddenly anxious and worried, she clenched her shoulders and shouted, "Miss Yue, what's wrong with you?"

Yue Mengxin heard the voice of Cang Ziyun and retreated from the sea of knowledge. She opened her eyes to the bottomless eyes of Cang Ziyun as deep as the abyss. Her heartstrings trembled slightly, and her face looked at him unnaturally.

"Gongzi, I'm fine."