The Whole Cultivation World Wants To Revive The Venerable

Chapter 2

Seeing the bare Menxin Cliff in front of him, Li Fenglan was really disgusted. 

This situation can be described with a new phrase he learned from the comment section of "Tianmian Daosheng": consumption downgrade.

But thinking about it carefully, Li Fenglan and Menxin Cliff were not totally unrelated.

It once could be considered Meng Linzhou's second home.

There was a light snowfall on Menxin Cliff, and Li Fenglan, who was sitting alone at the foot of the cliff being blown by the cold wind, took out a crane cloak from the qiankun bag left by the original master and put it on.

His health was extremely poor. Not only was he not similar to cultivators who weren't afraid of cold and heat, but even if he got blown by the mountain wind casually, he could catch a cold and lie in bed for a few days.

Thinking of this, Li Fenglan couldn't help but make a note to Lin Chaochen in his heart.

"Is there someone else?" Li Fenglan couldn't help muttering to himself.

It turns out that there are still unlucky people like him today who were sent to this ghost place by the people of the Law Hall?

Li Fenglan saw the person in front of the cliff, and of course that person also spotted him.

It was at this moment that Li Fenglan took advantage of the moonlight to see clearly the face of the visitor, and then his eyes widened involuntarily.

......How could it be him?

Just when Li Fenglan, who had been a salted fish for five years after his rebirth, thought that he was far from the turmoil of his previous life, in just two days, he unexpectedly met his second old friend.

It turned out that the person who was sitting with him at the foot of Menxin Cliff and getting blown by the cold wind was Meng Linzhou, the rebel disciple in his previous life.

It really is think whatever, come whatever.

Not having seen him for more than a thousand years, the rebel disciple has indeed matured a lot, his facial features seemed to have become more profound.

Wait, what was that?

Li Fenglan saw a hairpin made of dead branch stuck in Meng Linzhou's hair.

Others may not understand what the hairpin was, but Li Fenglan recognized it at a glance – it was a branch of Wumei.

Looking at the Three Realms, only the snow-covered Meizhou where Li Fenglan lived in his previous life had Wumei, and every plant was his heart's blood.

But that was 1,200 years ago.

The rebel disciple Meng Linzhou in the book also said: "Wumei must be watered with spiritual power. It has been raised by Li Fuyue for thousands of years, who knows if it has been infected with evil qi? Only when it is burned can people be at ease."

Thinking of this and taking another look at Meng Linzhou with the wooden hairpin in his hair, Li Fenglan couldn't help but smile.

This rebel disciple could never deal with him in his previous life, and his highest goal in life seemed to be to defeat him. Unexpectedly, more than a thousand years later, Meng Linzhou still hasn't forgotten those trivial things. Burning his own Wumei was not enough, he even took the dead branches and stuck them in his hair as spoils of war.

Childish, really childish.

But then again, what is Meng Linzhou doing here?

Now that he was the sects' Law-Abiding Immortal, no one has been able to punish him for a long time. Appearing here in the middle of the night, he can't be addicted to Menxin Cliff, right?