The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

Everything happened in an instant, and Wu Ye hardly had time to react. He instinctively wanted to find a place to hide, but the fact was that in this empty cave, he would definitely die faster than anyone else.

A lot of stone chips and dust slipped from the crack and landed directly on Wu Ye's head, giving him a chill.

Just when Wu Ye had a dark face and began to wonder whether he should try to move under the crystal rain for a while, a soft spiritual power wave suddenly appeared behind him.

Like a big umbrella propped up, the transparent light curtain slowly opened above Wu Ye's head, and the crystal fragments that fell were all like rainwater, sliding down the edge of the umbrella to one side.

The vibration lasted for about 5 minutes before it finally stopped. The original magnificent crystal cave now has only some ruins left.

Collapsed rock formations, shattered crystals, and incomplete spells irregularly arranged on the walls, the scene of the typhoon passing through is nothing more than the same.

Fortunately, with the resistance of this layer of light curtain, Wu Ye would not be smashed to death, but then again——

"It's all like this. It's a miracle that the cave hasn't collapsed yet. What do you think? Miss Sheng Bailian?" Wu Ye turned his head: "Maybe I should say hello, good morning?"

At this moment, Sheng Bailian, who has already woken up, is holding up a hand, holding the light curtain, facing the only living person here, and she is the first person she saw when she woke up, and more importantly— —

The opponent's hand was just sticking to his chest, and there seemed to be some metal things mixed in.

But none of this matters.

Even if she was in the ruins, Sheng Bailian's pure temperament would not be polluted in any way. After the vibration stopped, she dispersed the light curtain protecting the two, and smiled at Wu Ye gracefully.

"Good morning, my brother."

This was Sheng Bailian's first sentence, and Wu Ye finally calmed down, and his expression suddenly collapsed in half.

"Oh, your body is covered with dirt, is this... just crawled out of the grave?"

This was Sheng Bailian's second sentence, which directly made Wu Ye's face, which was not quite pale because of the dust, go black to the end.

Are these guys buried in the ground all out of their minds?What are you talking about!

"Hehe, it's just a joke."

Sheng Bailian stretched out her hand to wipe off the dust on Wu Ye's face with a smile, as if she had practiced familiar things thousands of times, there was a kind of softness like water in her eyes that was quickly melting Wu Ye's inner defense.

After rearranging Wu Ye's attire, she sent him a belated greeting with that intoxicating croon: "Long time no see, Minglian."

"cough!"

Wu Ye almost couldn't catch his breath, even though it was a bit of a shame to say these things at this time, he had to speak.

"I'm sorry, I'm not Minglian, thank you for your cooperation." After putting a proper distance between him and the other party, Wu Ye said this sentence.

"Eh?"

A trace of astonishment flashed across Sheng Bailian's holy and gentle face, she retracted her hand timidly, looked at Wu Ye carefully, and after a while she said something that made Wu Ye almost vomit blood.

"Well, it is true that you seem to be younger than my Minglian, but Minglian is Minglian, and this will not change."

Why don't these guys listen to people?

"...Forget it, you can do whatever you like."

For Sheng Bailian's insistence, Wu is also powerless. Anyway, his current title is not too many, and he is not too many, so he can just let her go.

It's just that Sheng Bailian's thinking is a little different from that of Murasa and the others.

"Minglian, it is right that you are Minglian, there is absolutely nothing wrong." She said lightly: "Because only Minglian can wake up the sleeping me."

"If you break the seal, anyone can do it as long as you use the magic power of Meiren, right?"

"That's true, but the fact that you are Minglian is beyond reproach."

Sheng Bailian glanced down at the spoon in Wu Ye's hand, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

"Unlocking the seal only requires Minglian's magic power, but awakening the sleeping me requires Minglian's 'power', which is the 'power' that only Minglian possesses."

Ignoring Wu Ye who was bewildered, Sheng Bailian continued talking on his own.

"It is my choice to become a magician to gain longevity. After going through these 1000 years, I will come to you again. This is my destiny and my mission. Someone must convey it."

"you……"

"Minglian, it's exactly what I thought. Even now, you are still not a long-lived species, so you entrusted your time and 'that' to me, right?"

St. Bailian pressed her chest and said in an almost pious tone: "It is fate that writes the future, but it is us who make the choices. In order to make everything come to an end, Minglian, you must accept them." OK, again."

"However," suddenly, Sheng Bailian's solemnity as if the Buddha came into the world brought a soft smile: "It's not now."

"Miss Sheng, what on earth are you..."

Wu Ye looked deeply at Sheng Bailian, the inexplicable words said by the other party made him feel a little bit inexplicably.

He couldn't help but think of what Shenqi said——

Everything is fate.

If everything is guided by fate, then maybe he came to the mountain of monsters, found the Kappa, accidentally encountered Murasa on the holy chariot ship, accidentally absorbed the magic power of Minglian, and then came to the Demon Realm and met Shenqi , and finally stepped into this seal.

All of this may be just for him to meet Sheng Bailian.

In other words, in order to hear these words, Sheng Bailian said that there must be someone to convey, but the person who conveyed it is her, so who is the person who is conveyed?Is it yourself?What is the content conveyed?

Wu also firmly believed that he would not be Minglian, but the current situation gave him such a weird feeling——

He is indeed not Minglian, or he is not Minglian yet.