If the female partner fails to fall in love, the male partner must be responsible for her

Chapter 30: Attacking that Master 1
There was an empty patch in her abdomen, and dripping blood flowed down the bloody hole. As soon as Zheng Ran came over, she had already lost too much blood, and was about to go into shock. She quickly took out her weak hand, and faintly But by quickly touching several places on the Dantian, the bleeding finally stopped.

"Transfer the memory." After the golden elixir was taken out, and she felt the strong spiritual energy around her that could repair her wounds at any time, Zheng Ran became curious about her original experience.

System: "Yes."

Zheng Ran quickly sorted out the original memory.

The original person was the first disciple of the Sword Sect. He started to like a person when he was a child. It was this person who made the original person almost lose his mind and devoted everything to him, even his own path to immortality. After losing his cultivation, Jin Dan voluntarily was The man he loved dug out of his life with a clear will.

It's just because the man he loves has Bai Yueguang. Bai Yueguang has been unable to practice since he was a child. This man didn't know where he heard the method. All he needs is a spiritual root to voluntarily donate the golden elixir, and then implant it into a person who has no bones. Within the body, that person can practice again.

The result was that Bai Yueguang had the golden elixir to cultivate, but the original body lost the golden elixir and needed to practice again. Moreover, the man who promised to be with the original body also kicked her away. The original body's cultivation was difficult to recover for a while, and she was followed. The people around that man were belittling and trampling on him. Time and time again, the original body seemed to be bowing down just because they wanted that man. Later, he became a useless person and a laughing stock in the fairy world.

[Main mission: Strategy against Li Muhan]

[Side mission: Make Si Shuo regret everything he has done]

Zheng Ran's eyes flashed after he finished alienating his memory, and strong spiritual energy surged toward the opening in his abdomen, gathering bit by bit to connect with the fusion and proliferation of flesh and blood, and finally healed.

His abdomen was empty, and the spiritual energy in his meridians was running around like it had no owner, and he didn't know where to store it. Zheng Ran temporarily sealed it and let it flow between the meridians, constantly solidifying the meridians.

With a thought in Zheng Ran's mind, the natal sword flew from the bedside to his hand. The person who threw her golden elixir returned to the sect without even treating her wound, wanting to give the fiery but bloody golden elixir to her. The one you love.

She was holding the sword, and blood was flowing down the hilt from her fingertips. Zheng Ran did not cast a cleaning spell on himself, nor did he chase directly down the mountain. Instead, he left the door, turned another corner, and headed towards Walking quickly up the mountain.

The higher you go, the more luxuriant the trees are and the less visited you are. It looks deep and quiet. There are still many dead trees and leaves on the trail that have not been cleared away.

There were layers of shrubs on both sides, giving people an indescribable feeling of depression. Zheng Ran kept his expression as he went deeper inside.

The path was not as long as she imagined, and the light brightened in front, and a small courtyard appeared in front of her. It could even be said to be exquisite, and the carvings and hollows on it could be said to have taken a lot of thought.

Zheng Ran looked around and saw that there was no one around the bamboo forest and the river. He raised his feet and walked in, but he encountered an obstacle, an invisible barrier.

When you raise your hand and touch it, you can see a transparent film that undulates like water ripples.

Zheng Ran turned his wrist, bent his index finger, and tapped the joint on his back three times on the barrier.

"Master."

A gust of cold wind blew by, and a blue figure appeared in front of Zheng Ran, with tassels dangling lightly on his waist.

"You will reap the consequences." An indifferent voice without a trace of emotion came out from the movement of the cold lips of the person in front of him.

Zheng Ran raised his eyes and met a pair of pupils that were so white that it seemed like all the pupils could not be seen. His eye sockets were deep, the bridge of his nose was high, and his face was as cold as frost, as if all his emotions were frozen, beautiful. The exterior is bone-chilling and inaccessible.

Zheng Ran lowered his head slightly. The height difference between the two meant that Li Muhan could only see the hairpin on her head. Zheng Ran whispered: "Disciple, repent." Li Muhan cherished his words like gold: "After that, go to the back mountain and face the wall. .”

It would be fine if he didn't ask for help. After all, he was Li Muhan's disciple. With the relationship between master and disciple, even if this person was a bit stupid, he finally woke up.

Zheng Ran kept his head lowered and whispered: "Yes."

As the senior master of the Sword Sect, Li Muhan has a strong cultivation base. How could everything about the Sword Sect escape his eyes and ears?

Li Muhan waved his hand, and Zheng Ran's eyes flashed. When he regained his composure, the two of them had left the Sword Sect and arrived at a wide road lined with weeds.

Zheng Ran's hand pinched one of Li Muhan's sleeves, as if it was a subconscious action. Li Muhan glanced at it, his expression was calm, but there was a faint air of coldness.

Zheng Ran continued to hold on as if he didn't notice. The blood on his fingers stained Li Muhan's sleeves. The red and black blood was particularly eye-catching on the ice blue brocade pattern.

Li Muhan's pure white eyes moved to both sides, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "Let go."

Zheng Ran: "Oh." There were still mottled blood stains on his hands, and he felt pitiful when he let go.

Li Muhan's eyes followed the unsightly hand and saw a large piece of blood on Zheng Ran's abdomen. The surging air flow swept through his sleeves to clean the blood, then he paused for a second and continued to linger towards the place where Zheng Ran's blood was spread. It dissipated after a circle.

Zheng Ran felt like he was blown by the wind. The red and black spots on his body disappeared and he became much cleaner. He was wearing a recently popular style, a lavender gauze skirt, and a water-blue cigarette tie around his waist. There are some beautiful hanging ornaments hanging from the ribbon knots on both sides, sparkling.

Zheng Ran touched the top of his head and found that there were a lot of hairpins and pendants on it. He could tell that it had been carefully dressed.

Li Muhan walked in front. Zheng Ran paused for a moment and could only see Li Muhan's back, then he raised his feet and followed.

The two of them now arrived at Daozong's territory. Li Muhan's feet were like a shadow, and Zheng Ran was unwilling to lag behind.

Soon I arrived at the foot of the Daozong Ladder and saw several garrisoned disciples standing guard there.

Now was not the time to recruit disciples. Bai Shilin and the others were sitting there listlessly, closing their eyes and enjoying the cool air.

When she noticed someone coming, she could feel the fluctuations of spiritual energy. Bai Shilin thought it was someone from the same sect. She opened her eyes slightly and took a look, and found that she was not from the Dao Sect. The man in the head had black hair tightly tied up with a crown, and a pair of white eyes were indifferent. Independent and imposing.

Bai Shilin couldn't feel the fluctuations of his spiritual energy, and stood up suddenly. While reminding the junior brothers beside him to pay attention to their posture, he first respectfully went to Li Muhan and made a proper junior salute: "Senior, is this the uncle of Master Li from the Sword Sect? If there is any reason for your visit, this disciple will inform the leader immediately."

Li Muhan nodded slightly and raised his sleeves, and Zheng Ran walked out behind him.

"Zheng, Senior Sister Zheng?"

Bai Shilin said in shock, didn't you hear that the master uncle of Jianzong didn't care about worldly affairs?This looks like a gesture of seeking justice for his disciples.

(End of this chapter)