The three of them were nervous, but a voice came from the Feng Clan Chief.

"It's strange that there is nothing here," said the leader of Feng: "No treasure is left behind. Could it be that this place was looted many years ago?"

The cave is not big, and it is basically unobstructed. The Feng Clan Chief has carefully investigated the stone walls around him, but no clues have been seen.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like an ordinary, abandoned ancient cave for many years. This kind of cave is everywhere in the world of immortal cultivation. You can find a famous and spiritual cave with a lot of energy. After searching carefully, you can always find a few ruins of ancient caves, but they are all empty and there are no treasures left behind.

Even though the owner of the cave had left some treasures, they had already been discovered and taken away by immortal cultivators of all generations. All that was left was empty and only some broken utensils, indicating the history here.

And the cave now seems to be like this, empty and nothing is left behind.

The shopkeeper frowned and sighed, "The clues of the statue of the mother have been interrupted here. We finally found this ancient cave and were closely related to the origin of our Meizu, but we were one step late. I guess someone has already arrived here one step earlier and took away the important treasures and clues. Moreover, judging from the traces here, at least no one has entered this place for more than ten thousand years."

"I wonder what happened back then. Is the mystery of our Meizu's life experience destined to be unsolvable forever?" The shopkeeper couldn't help but feel quite depressed.

In the world of immortal cultivation, all kinds of strange things happen from time to time, and various mysteries often appear. Some of them are solved, but most of them are still mystery.

Clan Chief Feng said: "I only sigh that our Meizu is often disturbed by war. Every war, there are always a lot of injuries, and the information of our ancestors cannot be completely preserved in the war. It is extremely difficult for us to find this place. At least we know that the statue of the mother is indeed related to the ancestors of the Meizu."

The shopkeeper continued to search the cave without giving up, hoping to peel off the surrounding stone walls piece by piece to see if there is any mystery deep in the stone walls - of course, they all got nothing.

At this moment, Feng Ming suddenly exclaimed: "He, his fingers moved."

Everyone immediately looked in the sound, and the "he" in Feng Ming's mouth naturally refers to Li Muran.

After taking the Resurrection Grass, Li Muran, who was originally lying on the ground motionless, suddenly moved his fingers a few times. Although the amplitude was very small, Feng Ming and Liu Chenfeng, who had been paying attention to him, both showed a look of surprise.

After a while, Li Muran's fingers trembled more and more and more obvious.

Suddenly, Li Muran opened his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Li, you finally woke up." Liu Chenfeng was very happy.

Feng Ming was also extremely excited, but she saw Li Muran's eyes staring forward blankly, without much expression at all.

The shopkeeper also rushed here and called Li Muran's name, but Li Muran seemed to turn a deaf ear and remained motionless.

After a long time, Li Muran's eyes finally turned a few times, and also looked at Feng Ming and others beside him.

Li Muran's lips opened slightly, as if he wanted to struggle to say something, but it was difficult to speak.

"Don't worry," Liu Chenfeng said: "It is normal that you have been sleeping for many years and it is difficult to control your body for a while."

As he said that, Liu Chenfeng stretched out his finger and shot a stream of spiritual power into Li Muran's body to help him activate the meridians.

After a while, Li Muran finally spoke: "Where is this old man?"

Feng Ming and others were shocked when they heard this. The language used by Li Muran was not only the ancient language that had not been used for many years, but also his tone, tone, and self-proclaimed completely changed.

"It's that wisp of remnant soul." Liu Chenfeng's heart moved and immediately thought of the strange scene that happened when Li Muran devoured the Resurrection Grass.

"You are not fellow Daoist Li." Liu Chenfeng shouted sternly in ancient words: "Who are you? You dare to seize fellow Daoist Li's body. If you don't come out, I will drain you to refine your soul."

Feng Ming, the shopkeeper and others immediately used the Phantom magic power and be careful. As long as the remnant soul wants to use Li Muran's body to deal with them, or to destroy Li Muran's body, they will immediately use the Phantom power to swallow the other party directly.

Anyway, this residual soul has just entered Li Muran's body not long ago and cannot be deeply rooted. It is still easy for high-level monks to clean up.

"Li Muran" slowly stood up and looked at Feng Ming and others around him in confusion.

However, when he saw the phantoms on Feng Ming and others, he suddenly fell with teardrops.

"Are you all old children? It's because of your mistake that you'll make you wait like this." "Li Muran" said cryingly, his tone and movements were like an old woman. His eyes looked at Feng Ming and others, full of pity and guilt, as if a traitor and mother were looking at the child who had been separated for a long time.

Liu Chenfeng frowned: "Who is you? You have occupied the body of a fellow Taoist who is here. If you don't come out, don't blame me for being rude."

"The old body's soul power is too weak and will disappear in a short while. Don't worry if you wait." "Li Muran" said: "As for this body, it's strange. Although it is not dead, the divine thoughts are sealed. The old body can help you awaken his divine thoughts."

"What?" Liu Chenfeng and others were surprised and happy when they heard this.

Feng Ming said excitedly: "Can you really wake him up? What conditions do you have? Even if you speak, I will definitely satisfy you. I just want you to wake him up as soon as possible.

"Li Muran" said with a wry smile: "You can sense that he is also an old child. You save him, but you only fulfill the responsibilities of your ancestors. There is no need for any conditions. Apart from this sword cultivator, you may be an old child."

"What do you mean by this?" Liu Chenfeng was very good at it. The sword cultivator mentioned by the other party was obviously referring to him.

Liu Chenfeng changed his mind and exclaimed: "Apart from the monks here, fellow Taoist Feng, fellow Taoist Li and others are all Meizu monks. Can all Meizu monks be your children? You are the mother of Meizu?"

The shopkeeper and others also thought of this and couldn't help but wait for the other party's answer nervously and expectantly.

"Li Muran" asked in confusion: "What is the Meizu? You are all human races. You are all descendants of old bodies. You are just burdened by old bodies and have some defects in spiritual thoughts."

The shopkeeper was shocked when he heard this and suddenly said, "Yes, the title of Meizu appeared later. Because other human monks said that we are not like humans, and ghosts do not like ghosts, we call us Meizu. In fact, we are also humans, but our divine thoughts have innate shortcomings. The more we practice to a higher level, the more obvious that you know that our divine thoughts are flawed, and you also claim to be our ancestors. Isn't you aware of the reason why our divine thoughts are innate shortcomings?"

"Of course I know," "Li Muran" sighed lightly and said leisurely: "If the old body had not been attached to the soul-resurrecting grass, the soul would have been dissipated long ago. Although the old body has temporarily recovered with the help of this body, it will dissipate on its own after one or two hours."

"There is not much time left. When you calm down and listen to your old man talk about the past, you will know your life experience."

"Maybe, after you hear it, you will hate Laozi very much. Laozi has been guilty of this for many years, but no matter how much guilt you feel, it cannot save the big mistakes you made back then."

When Liu Chenfeng, the shopkeeper and others heard this, they nodded, asking the other party to continue talking, without rushing to force the other party to leave Li Muran's body.

Anyway, within one or two hours, the other party could not completely occupy Li Muran's body, and the other party's residual soul was indeed very weak and not a problem.

"Li Muran" continued: "Old man's surname is Shui and his name is Piaoping. Many years ago, when Lao Man was a low-level monk in the Divine Travel Period, he met a monk of the same level named Feng Yihan."

"Ah" When the first sentence was heard, the Feng Clan Chief changed his face and exclaimed: "Feng Yihan? Isn't that the name of my ancestor of the Feng family? But I only know this name and have no idea about his origin."

"Li Muran", or Shui Piaoping, continued, "Old man fell in love with Brother Feng at first sight and made a lifelong life. Unfortunately, not long after, Brother Feng unfortunately died in an accident."

"After Brother Feng's death, my old body was heartbroken. I was depressed for decades, and even became a monk to practice. Later, my old body was guided by a master and enlightened. After an enlightenment, I cut off my love and became obsessed with practicing."

"Hundreds of years have passed in a flash, and my old body's cultivation has improved a lot. I have left the small sect where I used to be, went out for a trip, and continued to practice."

"It's also a big deal about the unstable mind of the old man. While traveling, the old man accidentally met a monk with extremely high cultivation. This man not only has great magical powers, but also has extraordinary and elegant conversation. When the old man was in front of him, he was like a girl in love with spring, and his heart was rippling and out of control. He did not dislike the old man's low cultivation level, and formed a dual cultivation partner with the old man, instructing the old man to practice, so that the old man's cultivation level would increase a lot in the next few hundred years."

When Shui Piaoping said this, she was full of true feelings, as if she was back to the past.

Liu Chenfeng frowned. When he was widowed, he encountered another love relationship. This was just the most common experience in the world of immortal cultivation. He had no much interest at all. Seeing that the other party was quite devoted, he couldn't interrupt him.

Shui Piaoping sighed softly: "If this is the case, it may be the most perfect ending. But God is trying to make people do whatever he wants, and my old man travels around with his husband. After a thousand years, he returns to his hometown."

"Old son just wanted to remember his hometown, so he left here. Unexpectedly, when Lao Yan went to the love valley where he got engaged with Brother Feng, he found that Brother Feng was here."

"Ah" Everyone exclaimed softly when they heard this.
Chapter completed!