"court death!"

When Leng Zhu saw Master Leng spitting out black blood, he immediately became furious. The long sword in his hand stabbed out with a "whisper". The sword light was cold and pointed directly at Meng Xuan's brows. His cultivation was not weak. However, facing this sword, Meng Xuan just frowned slightly, gently pushed out his right hand, slapped the side of the long sword, and pushed the sword away. Then he gently stretched it out, slid out more than a foot, quietly staring at Master Leng who spit out black blood.

Leng Zhu was about to hold the sword and go up again, and suddenly a cold shout came over: "Stop!"

Leng Zhu was stunned and turned to look. Master Leng slowly stood up, his expression was solemn, and his complexion seemed to have improved a lot.

"Mr., I actually have such a magical skill. I'm sorry, Leng just now......"

Master Leng stood up, walked forward two steps, clasped his fists and gave a deep salute.

"Master, you just now..." Leng Zhu was puzzled.

Master Leng waved his hand gently and said, "Apologize to the little man quickly. The black blood I spit out just now is the filth that has accumulated in my body for ten years. After spitting them out, the true qi in my body runs smoothly and its vitality gradually increases. But this disease has gone!"

"this……"

Leng Zhu hurriedly abandoned the sword, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Meng Xuan, shouting: "Leng Zhu is disrespectful, sir, please forgive me!"

Meng Xuan smiled and said, "Get up, you're so old, don't kneel down easily."

Leng Zhu was stunned and had to stand up. At this age, he was taught a lesson by the boy, which made him look quite strange.

"Now that the disease is cured, it's time for me to leave!"

Meng Xuan said with a smile, and he turned around and was about to leave.

Master Leng hurriedly stepped forward and shouted, "Sir, stay! If you cure my husband's illness, at least I can live a hundred years longer. This great kindness will never be forgotten. But I have something to ask for, and I will agree to everything..."

Meng Xuan turned his head and smiled and said, "I said, I don't want anything, but you must remember the three rules and one orders I told you just now!"

As he said that, he turned around, put on a big gourd on his back, and floated away, leaving only Master Leng and Leng Zhu, as if in a dream.

"Master...he...he really wants nothing? He didn't even leave a name..."

Leng Zhu was puzzled, but she didn't expect the boy to leave like this.

Master Leng sighed slowly, his face a little strange, and he sighed softly: "People with ability have a little more weird temper, let him go. When the serious illness comes, I will do my best to do things for him!"

His words were inspired because in the eyes of others, he was a moody and weird old man.

"This old man Leng has a good cultivation level. The disease energy on his body can at least refine a second-class pill..."

Meng Xuan walked three miles away before slowing down. He thought silently in his heart, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Master Leng and Leng Zhu were both extremely confused about his behavior and thought he was a strange doctor who did not seek fame and fortune, but he did not know that everything he did was for practice.

Meng Xuan is actually not a person from this world, but travels through a blue planet.

He was born in a merchant family in Sixiang City. Because he had memories of his previous life, he showed extraordinary intelligence since childhood. He was loved by Mr. Meng, but he had any requests. Later, when he was seven years old, he was discovered by the immortal leader who passed by Sixiang City and was a good seedling of cultivation. Therefore, he was taken to the Immortal Sect to learn from his master and his master Xiao Yufei.

However, after they went to the Immortal Sect, they did not immediately get the true teachings, but started with the outer disciples and laid some foundations, including astrology, medicine, divination, martial arts, and heart techniques, all included. Only within seven years can those who perform well can be selected as inner disciples, otherwise they will be expelled from the Immortal Sect and sent back to the world.

Among those people, Meng Xuan's behavior was mediocre and nothing special. He was just kind-hearted. Occasionally, he helped an old man in the Immortal Sect.

To his surprise, the sick old man was actually a great elder in the Immortal Sect, and the lord of the Shuwang Peak, one of the ten peaks of the Immortal Sect.

Meng Xuan's character was seen by him. He accepted Meng Xuan as an inner disciple three years in advance, and was the only disciple under the old man. In other words, in time, Meng Xuan will not only obtain all the inheritance of the sick old man, but will also become the lord of the forgetful peak after the sick old man returns to immortality, and will be one of the ten elders of the Qingcong Immortal Sect.

This incident made Meng Xuan envious by everyone, and everyone said that he had lost his luck and a small act of kindness brought great opportunities.

But things are unpredictable, unexpectedly, the sick old man suffered from a serious illness and was in poor health. After only three years, he could not withstand the serious illness and died.

And there was only Meng Xuan left on their mountain, and his cultivation was low and it was difficult to support the overall situation.

Some people in the sect were jealous and even more jealous of the inheritance of Meng Xuan's peak. So they passed the sect and removed the Shuwang Peak. The other peaks divided the inheritance and secret treasures of this peak, and drove out Meng Xuan who had nothing to rely on.

In their opinion, Meng Xuan had a low cultivation level and was not a powerful family, so he was like an ant, so he really had no need to worry about it.

But what they didn't expect was that Meng Xuan had actually obtained the true inheritance of the sick old man.

That inheritance is the immortal art of serious illness.

This is a unique skill for cultivating immortals. It does not require meditation and qi refining, nor does it require alchemy and taking medicine. Instead, it specifically seeks people with serious illnesses in the world and absorbs the diseased energy in their bodies to practice.

People with serious illnesses in the world often suffer from evil energy in their bodies, which will destroy life day after day, and then become more and more severe. Meng Xuan can extract this evil energy for cultivation.

Therefore, people in the world are as afraid of diseases as tigers, but in Meng Xuan's eyes, those diseases are all great pills one by one.

However, different people, different diseases and different results are also different. In this set of skills, the patients in the world are divided into nine levels. The higher the cultivation level and the more severe the symptoms, the better the pills refined by the disease energy in the body. For example, this strand of disease energy in Master Leng's body refined a second-class pill for Meng Xuan, which brought him no less to his cultivation than a priceless top-level pill.

Of course, Meng Xuan also needs to act within his ability to absorb disease energy. If the disease energy is too severe and he cannot refine it after he absorbs it, the disease energy will remain in his body, which will bring harm to him. His master was eager to achieve success and forced to refine a seven-level pill, but failed and was seriously ill. He had been ill for seven years and finally couldn't hold on.

"Along the way, I have refined five first-class pills and three second-class pills. My cultivation level will soon break through the seventh level of true qi!"

Meng Xuan estimated that a smile appeared on his face, and he raised his gourd and drank a sip of wine.

People who cultivate immortals are divided into four realms, namely the True Qi Realm, the True Spirit Realm, the True Treasure Realm, and the True Immortal Realm.

Meng Xuan's practice of the art of serious illness was still short, and when he was on the mountain, it was not convenient to collect diseased qi, so he entered slowly. When he went down the mountain, he was only the fourth level of true qi, and his cultivation was mediocre. However, after he went down the mountain, he collected some diseased qi and refined it into a great pill to take it. His cultivation level skyrocketed, and he had reached the sixth level of true qi, and was about to break through the seventh level. He was also considered a leader in the immortal sect.

You know, even Xiao Yufei, who has become an inner disciple, is only the sixth level of true qi.

When she left the mountain, Meng Xuan could only look up to Xiao Yufei's cultivation, but now, Meng Xuan has surpassed him.

After all, if Xiao Yufei wants to practice, he either needs to buy various spiritual medicines and pills with great money, or he can only refine his energy hard, and his entry will naturally be slow. But for Meng Xuan, countless people in the world who are seriously ill are equivalent to countless great pills.

As for the three rules and one order, they were the rules left by Master when he was dying, and Meng Xuan had to abide by them.

According to the Master, this great disease immortal art is actually derived from the ancient magical skills. You must act carefully, otherwise there will be a big disaster.

“It’s time to go home…”

Meng Xuan looked at Sixiang City from afar, sighed, and accelerated his pace and walked over.

In Sixiang City, the scenery is still bustling and extremely lively. Meng Xuan felt a little touched when walking on this street.

However, he was concerned about his family and did not delay any further, and walked quickly towards the house.

"Slowly, who are you? Dare to break into Meng's Mansion?"

Two servants guarded the gate of the Meng family. When they saw Meng Xuan coming, they immediately shouted.

Meng Xuan stopped and smiled and said, "Meng Wang, Meng Cai, you two bastards don't remember this young master?"

"You are... you are the second young master?"

The two servants were stunned when they heard this, and gradually recognized Meng Xuan's facial features. They were overjoyed and hurriedly came forward.

"My son is back? Where is he?"

Meng Xuan entered the Meng Mansion surrounded by his servants. As soon as he passed the atrium, he saw a meat ball rolling in front of him.

That was Mr. Meng, who was short and fat. He loved Meng Xuan the most. When he heard that he was back, he threw away his cigarette pipe and ran out.

"Oh...my son...it's really my son is back..."

Mr. Meng saw Meng Xuan far away, and the fat on his face shivered and almost cried.

"Father, I'm back!"

Meng Xuan stopped and saluted Mr. Meng.

After he traveled through time, Mr. Meng always loved him very much, and he also accepted this father psychologically.

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back..."

Mr. Meng walked up and took Meng Xuan's hand to look up and down, sighing repeatedly: "My son is so tall. Oh, it's good that you come back. That immortal, if you don't practice, you won't practice it. Anyway, I don't expect to offer you in the future. Instead, you haven't come back for seven years and I've been looking forward to it... Now that I'm finally back, let's stay at home. We don't care about practicing immortality..."

Before Meng Xuan could explain anything, Mr. Meng comforted him, which made him a little moved.

"Hmph, if someone cultivates immortality, you will also cultivate immortality. If someone becomes a true disciple, you will be expelled. Isn't this a useless person? Master, you protect him like a treasure, so that outsiders can see it. I don't know how to joke..."
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