Uncle is so fierce

Although Su Fan scolded the eighteen generations of Ning Xin's ancestors in his heart, he couldn't help but heaved a deep sigh when he thought about becoming an immortal.

God this thief, why are you trying to make things difficult for me?Now that I can withstand the thunder tribulation, and start to lose the realm crazily, I am afraid that there is no other person in this world besides me in this world, right?

No, no matter what, I have to find a chance to try again. Even if I fall into the Qi training period, I will start all over again and go on the road of cultivating immortals again. Is it possible that you can still turn me into a mortal?

Just as Su Fan was thinking, Qi Ling's voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Senior Su, I've already checked, and I didn't find any disciples of the Haotian School under the ruins."

"Well, I see, you are going to report to me the casualties of your disciples and the losses of Haotianzong, and report to me soon."

"Yes, Senior Su!"

Hearing that fortunately there were not too many disciple casualties this time, Su Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

He hastily asked the uninjured disciples of the Haotian School to clean up the battlefield, while he flew to Xiaolin Peak with the sword hilt feather unconscious on his back. At present, only Liuling could save him.

When they came to Xiaolin Peak, Liu Ling exclaimed when he saw the branch stuck in the chest of Sword Hilt Feather:

"Is this a fairy thief?"

Su Fan put the feather with the sword handle on the hospital bed, and asked strangely, "Immortal thief? What is that?"

Liu Ling did not answer his question immediately, but first performed the healing technique at an extremely fast speed, a green light burst from her palm, and slowly pushed into the chest of the sword handle feather.

The rate at which the hilt feathers age has slowed down.

This operation seemed to have cost Liu Ling a lot of strength, the green light disappeared, and she panted for a long while lying on the table before she regained her strength.

Su Fan patted her on the back with concern, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm fine"

Liu Ling exhaled a long breath, and slowly answered Su Fan's previous question: "Immortal Stealing, as the name suggests, is to use immortals as thieves to steal other people's things."

"Immortals are thieves? What does that mean?" Su Fan was puzzled.

"I also read it from an ancient book. This ancient book records the ultimate mystery of the pirated script."

"The ultimate profound meaning of Pirates of Words? Is it true or false?"

Liu Ling said: "Originally, I used it to pass the time when I was bored, purely as a story, but now I see that Elder Jian's state is exactly the same as that described in the book."

"Oh? Then tell me!" Su Fan asked eagerly.

"The so-called immortal thief focuses on the word 'stealing'. Since immortals are regarded as thieves, what is stolen is definitely not such mundane things as property, jewelry, and jewelry, but vitality, the vitality of living people."

"The vitality of a living person!" Su Fan exclaimed.

"That's right, come and take a look," Liu Ling led Su Fan to the branch, "Look, this branch was originally a dead thing, but it gradually came to life, and it also bloomed and bloomed. Isn't it surprising that this is happening?"

"I think it's okay. After all, there are many people in this world of cultivating immortals who can make thousands of flowers wither and bloom again with a wave of their hands."

"How can it be the same?" Liu Ling said: "The kind of resurrection from the dead is only with the help of external force, it just floats on the surface, and it will still wither soon, but this small branch is actively absorbing the nutrients of the sword handle feathers, constantly nibbling away at him. vitality."

Su Fan sniffed, "That's not that bad. After the sword feather's vitality is drained, whether the branch will wither or will wither, there is no essential difference."

Liu Ling nodded and said, "So, we have to talk about the highest level of immortal robbers—sage robbers."

"Saint Thief, what is that?"

"If the Immortal Pirates aim at living things to absorb vitality, then the Saint Pirates aim at the heaven and the earth."

"You mean to absorb the vitality of the world?" Su Fan widened his eyes and looked at Liu Ling in disbelief.

Liu Ling nodded and said, "That's right, that's it."

Stealing the vitality of the world, wouldn't that mean—to live the same life as the world?

This is too scary!

Su Fan was completely shocked. It turns out that this thing is so scary, and there are such secrets in the pirated scriptures. It seems that these scriptures should not be underestimated.

Take it out another day and study it carefully, maybe you can find out the problem of regressing your realm.

The two were silent for a while, and Liu Ling said: "But the Saint Pirate is just a legend, no one has ever seen it, and even the Immortal Pirate is rarely seen."

Su Fan nodded: "Let's not talk about that for now, what I want to ask now is, can Elder Jian still be saved?"

"Theoretically, there is. That book also records the method of cracking the fairy thief and the herbs needed. I basically have all of them here, but there is one thing missing."

"Which one?"

"Siren root."

"Where is it? I'll look for it!" Su Fan said without thinking.

Liu Ling just shook his head lightly and did not speak.

"Shake your head? What does that mean?" Su Fan was puzzled, "Could it be something in the legend?"

"No, this is not something in the legend, but something that doesn't exist at all."

"It doesn't exist?" Su Fan frowned, "Could it be that the person who wrote that book made it up? It's too ridiculous!" Su Fan.

Liu Ling shook his head: "It's not a fabrication. If thousands of years ago, this thing might still be found in some places, but in this era of lack of spiritual energy, there is no possibility of existence at all. The aura needed is simply too great.”

Do you need a lot of aura?This is indeed a bit difficult to do.

Su Fan frowned tightly, and did not speak for a long time.

At this time, an exclamation came from outside the house, "How could this happen! How could this happen!"

Su Fan ran out of the room and looked up. Zhang Shanfeng was floating above the ruins of the Haotian School, his eyes were slightly red, and his body was trembling slightly.

Xiao Jixiang, Tang Mengdong, Weng Zijing and all the Sanxians on the side also froze in the air, not knowing where to settle.

Zhang Shanfeng circled several times in mid-air, finally found the main peak hall in the ruins, flew down, and kept carrying broken stones with his bare hands.

He didn't even respond to the disciples around him saying hello to him.

"What is the suzerain looking for? Why do you use bare hands instead of spells?"

"I don't know, do you think we should go up and help?"

"Forget it, the suzerain is not in a good mood, let's wait for him to calm down first."

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In the end, Zhang Shanfeng dug out a plaque-like thing from the ruins, hugged it tightly in his arms as if he was relieved, then sat there lonely and muttered: "How did this happen?"

"Nephew Zhang"

Su Fan sat next to him and called softly, and saw clearly that what he was holding was a plaque with the three characters "Li Haotian" printed on it.

Zhang Shanfeng didn't seem to notice, still muttering to himself.

"Nephew Zhang!" Su Fan raised his voice.

"what?"

Zhang Shanfeng woke up suddenly, raised his eyes to see who was coming, and then became dim again.

"It's uncle"

Su Fan patted him and said, "Nephew Zhang, don't you think this ruin is beautiful?"

Zhang Shanfeng was stunned for a moment: "Why did Master Uncle say that?"

Su Fan reached out and took the plaque in Zhang Shanfeng's arms, and brushed off the dust on it. The three big characters "Li Haotian" were slightly yellowed, as if they were telling about the glory and loneliness of the Haotian School for thousands of years.

Afterwards, Su Fan inserted the plaque into the mound, pulled out a weed from the side, and spread it on top.

Although Li Haotian was not lying in the ruins, Su Fan was still excited. After all, the Haotian School was founded by Li Haotian. Rounding up is equivalent to half of Li Haotian. Now that Haotian School has collapsed, rounding up is equivalent to Li Haotian's death. There is a lot of grass added to the tablet, and rounding up is equivalent to adding a lot of grass to his spiritual tablet

Damn, my lifelong wish has finally come true.

Su Fan couldn't help but burst into tears of joy.

Zhang Shanfeng, who was on the side, was dumbfounded when he saw the uncle's magical operation.

What does this uncle mean?Why do you ask me if the ruins are beautiful?Why throw grass at the ruins?

Zhang Shanfeng thought hard for a while, and suddenly came to his senses.

I see!My uncle must be trying to guide me with an optimistic attitude. The ruins also have their beauty, just like that weed, living strong and standing in the crevices of the rocks.

As for why it was thrown back, it must be educating me, don’t give up hope, even if Haotianzong becomes ruins, it doesn’t matter, as long as each of us does our part to add grass to the ruins, Haotian One day Zong will restore the beauty of green water and green mountains in the past!

"Uncle, I understand!" Zhang Shanfeng stood up again, and his gloomy gaze was ignited again, "I will organize disciples right away, and the task of rebuilding the mountain gate will be on my shoulders!"

Su Fan:? ? ?

After Zhang Shanfeng finished speaking, he went to the disaster site to direct the work full of fighting spirit.

Su Fan scratched his back in doubt, what's wrong with him, did he get bloody?

At this moment, little auspiciousness came out from nowhere, and when he saw Su Fan from afar, he called out "Uncle Master, Uncle Master".

"Hey!" Su Fan turned his head, "Xiao Jixiang, is it fun outside?"

"Well, it's not bad." Little Jixiang blinked his eyes, "Master Uncle's sect has become like this, why are you so happy?"

Fuck, isn't it too obvious when you just realized your dream?

Even little Jixiang could see that he was happy.

Su Fan said: "Then what should the uncle do? Are you secretly hiding in the corner and crying? Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

The way Su Fan pretended to cry instantly made Xiao Jixiang laugh heartily, "Hahahaha Master Uncle, you are in such a good mood."

The two sat in the ruins and laughed loudly, with a sense of freedom and ease that they could still talk and laugh while their families were down.

Even the disciples who were cleaning up the battlefield were infected by them, gradually frowning and becoming more motivated.

Tired of laughing, the two lay down on the ground, and Xiao Jixiang called softly, "Master Uncle."

"Huh? What's wrong?" Su Fan turned to look at her.

Xiao Jixiang looked at him affectionately, his eyes were foggy, and his face was flushed.

Su Fan was shocked.

Holy crap, why is little Ji Xiang so red? Could it be that he is sick?