How many times does a normal person have to die in the world of cultivation?

Chapter 246 Isolated Island

Meng Huang snorted coldly: "You are the only one who can brag. I don't know who it was just now, but he couldn't even cut off a tentacle."

Shu Hefeng's face flushed, and he looked like he was about to fight. Yun Jing hurriedly acted as a peacemaker: "Okay, Meng Huang, just say less! And Hefeng, don't go about fighting and killing at every turn. Fighting and killing will do you no good. It will only create karma..."

Barabara...

Meng Huang and Shu Hefeng both showed painful expressions: "Okay, Yun Jing, stop talking, I was wrong! We must get along well."

Meng Huang said this and put his hand on Shu Hefeng's shoulder, and Shu Hefeng cooperated by putting his hand on his shoulder. The two people who had been at odds with each other suddenly became harmonious.

Yun Jing nodded in satisfaction and then stopped talking.

Li Xiaoxiao rubbed his temple. When Yun Jing didn't speak, he was still a handsome and elegant man. But when he started talking, he became a chatterbox, no less than Tang Seng.

Chatting and laughing, they moved around the island.

Soon we found the way.

There is such a saying.

There were originally no roads in this world, but as people walked more, roads appeared.

You can refer to the school lawns, which basically have small paths with diameters. These paths are created by lazy people taking shortcuts day after day.

Li Xiaoxiao looked at the yellowish dirt road and said, "Everyone, be careful. There are people on the island."

When everyone heard this, they immediately became alert.

Shu Hefeng clenched his weapon tightly and said softly, "No matter who it is, if he dares to harm us, he will be killed without a chance to return."

Meng Huang also nodded, his eyes fixed on the road ahead

Yun Jing clasped his hands together and silently chanted a protective spell.

They walked carefully along the dirt road, and suddenly heard a melodious flute sound.

The sound of the flute is ethereal and melodious, with a magical power that captures the heart.

Xiaoxiao felt that her steps were involuntarily moving towards the direction of the flute sound, and so were the others.

At this moment, a huge white spirit deer appeared in front of them, and a woman in white was riding on the deer's back and playing the flute.

Seeing them coming, the woman stopped playing and smiled: "Don't be afraid, I have no ill intentions. This island is where I practice, and I haven't seen any strangers for a long time."

It turned out that this woman was a spiritual practitioner who had lived in seclusion here for many years.

Except for Li Xiaoxiao, everyone believed it. They gathered around the woman curiously and started talking to her as they walked, listening to her stories about the island and the ways of spiritual practice.

Before I knew it, I had developed a fondness for the woman, as if they had known each other for a long time.

Li Xiaoxiao had some doubts but did not show them. She quietly looked around.

Although the surroundings seemed calm, there was a faint sense of oppression.

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of some strange symbols carved on a nearby tree, like some kind of ancient warning sign.

Li Xiaoxiao always felt that this symbol looked very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere, but she couldn't remember where it was.

Soon they were brought to an elegant residence hidden deep in a dense bamboo forest.

Looking from a distance, it looks like an emerald green gem inlaid in this quiet sea of ​​bamboo.

When you take a closer look, you can see that the bamboo house is surrounded by a fence woven with bamboo. The fence is covered with colorful flowers and lush green vines, adding a bit of vitality and romance to the house.

Stepping onto the path leading to the bamboo house, you will feel a soft carpet made of thick bamboo leaves under your feet, which makes a rustling sound, like a natural melody.

When you push open the bamboo door, a fresh bamboo fragrance hits you in the face.

The interior of the house is simple yet elegant, with a bamboo coffee table placed in the center, on which is a set of exquisite tea sets.

Several bamboo chairs are neatly arranged around the coffee table, as if waiting for the arrival of guests.

The walls are also made of bamboo, with a few elegant calligraphy and paintings hanging on them, adding a touch of cultural atmosphere to the entire room.

A huge window opens towards the bamboo forest, and sunlight shines through the gaps between the bamboo leaves onto the ground, forming patches of mottled light and shadow.

There is a bamboo bed by the window, covered with a soft bamboo mat and pillows and quilts embroidered with exquisite patterns, making people want to lie down on it and feel the comfort.

Looking up, you can see that the roof is made of layers of woven bamboo strips, which is both beautiful and can protect against rain and sun.

There is also a small study in the corner of the house, which is filled with various books and pens, ink, paper and inkstone, for the owner to read quietly and write.

Li Xiaoxiao's heart moved. Something was wrong, very wrong. How could this be exactly the same as the newly built house in Hainabaichuan?

Could it be that she was hallucinating?

Thinking of this, she bit her tongue hard without making any expression. She almost cried because of the pain. There was no such thing as a bamboo house in front of her. It was clearly a dilapidated temple.

They were sitting on the ground stupidly, and in front of her was not a woman in white, but a broken statue.

Li Xiaoxiao observed several people and found that their eyes had become dull and they must have lost their self-awareness.

Li Xiaoxiao was shocked.