One Sword Nine Ya

It was probably because Xiao Tao took care of such meticulous work on weekdays, or because Chen Weichen had too many wounds on his hands—Wen Hui opened the package, took out the wound medicine and a soft soft cloth, and didn't know what to do for a while. Is good.

Short and deep cuts spread all over the entire right hand, as if it had been hacked by thousands of knives.

He was planning to forcefully wrap his whole hand no matter what, when Lu Hongyan handed over a small green jade bottle expressionlessly: "Use this."

Wen Hui took it, and poured some on the back of his hand. There was no strange feeling, but he felt a little warmth before he put it on his son at ease.

After applying it, the bleeding stopped almost immediately, and the wound that was slightly turned out due to bloodletting even showed a faint tendency to heal.

Chen Weichen said: "Thank you Miss Lu."

Seeing Ye Jiuya's indifferent attitude towards his young master, Wen Hui said extremely cautiously: "Young master, I don't think you should try to be as good as Ye Jianzhu on weekdays—their immortal family has such a useful elixir, and they don't care about it." Here it is, Miss Lu is kind-hearted..."

It's a pity that the clever boy's words didn't move the son, nor did he please the girl.

Lu Hongyan glanced at him indifferently: "How could Ye Jiuya go out with wound medicine?"

Wen Hui was a little puzzled.

"There are few things in the world that can hurt him, and people who can hurt him," Lu Hongyan said, "If there is, at their level, there is no difference between moves and methods. With one sword, the outcome is determined, and life and death are also determined." , what is the use of panacea?"

Knowing the urgency of the situation, although they were talking while applying medicine, it was only for a while.

But hearing a thunderclap from the west, the lingering sounds in the mountains continued to stir, and before it stopped completely, there was another one.

During the ups and downs, when a few people arrived, the thunder had already landed on the seventh road.

The deep purple thunder light reflected the back of the young Taoist priest in gray robe, holding something in his arms, and the snow-white whisk was spotless. At first glance, he looked like a fairy.

After a while, he failed. He scratched his head with his left hand that didn't hold Fuchen, and the spirit of the immortal disappeared, and his voice was puzzled: "Why didn't it disappear? Could it have disappeared under the thunder of the trail? This is not right."

Then he put down the fat black cat in his arms and said, "Qingyuan, quickly help Brother Wei find it!"

The black cat meowed, and crawled onto the Taoist again and again. The sharp claws must have made the Taoist, who was reluctant to protect his body with qi, for fear of hurting his sister, suffer a lot of flesh and blood.

Seeing that the black cat didn't respond, Xie Lang was even more puzzled: "It's really gone?"

Hearing the movement of a few people, he said with a bitter face: "Master Ye Jian, Lord Yanlong, it's not that I won't stop it, but I really can't stop it—that thing seems to be invisible, and it can be cut off by a piece of lightning. It re-grows, it is almost endless, and now I don’t know whether it is dead or alive, it seems that it escaped with some weird method.”

Lu Hongyan frowned: "What the hell is that?"

"I'm a little familiar." Xie Lang stroked the black cat in his arms, walking back and forth, "Like... like a human!"

"Human?" Lu Hongyan said, "What would a human look like?"

"It's not the appearance, it's the breath." Xie Lang seemed to have finally remembered something: "Going crazy!"

"Mr. Dragon, you entered Taoism with martial arts, and your heart is pure. The people in the Jiange entered Taoism with swords, and even Master Ye Jian master ruthless swordsmanship, cutting seven emotions and six desires. Naturally, you have never seen the appearance of being insane," Xie Lang explained to them. , "Our Taoist school is different. When the brothers and sisters in the door sit quietly and watch the meditation, they will occasionally see demons. Once they cannot overcome them, they will go crazy. It’s a little bit similar to now.”

The well-informed young Taoist turned his eyes and remembered something: "It is said that there is a heart-sharpening mirror in the sword platform of Xihai, which is more than ten feet long and wide. When disciples visualize in front of the mirror every morning, they can see their own demons. .Day after day, they meet their inner demons, stay in the maze, and finally calm down. They have this good opportunity to clarify their minds bit by bit, and their inner demons will become weaker. Therefore, Nanhai Jiantai is praised as "has the meaning of Buddha", and it is different from the northern Dijiange said. Although Xiaodao has never seen the scene in the sharpening mirror with his own eyes, he has heard a little bit... The demon reflected in the mirror is really similar to that thing-but can the demon escape from the mirror? "

"That thing is indeed extremely afraid of Ye Jianzhu." Lu Hongyan nodded.

They went back slowly, looking at the splendid ghost city in the distance, the brilliance of the Buddha was in full bloom, the ghostly atmosphere was gone, and the city returned to tranquility.

The monk in white stepped out of the city gate with a soft voice: "Thank you, benefactors."

Xie Lang returned a salute in a dignified manner: "Dare to ask Master, is it the elder Kongshan of the Chen Temple?"

The monk smiled benevolently and bowed to him with palms together: "It's over here, the poor monk has returned to the monastery."

The figure of the monk disappeared into the vast night mist of the rolling mountains, and the mountains were silent, except for the hissing of horses.

Xie Lang said to himself: "This year, it's really..."

Wen replied a lot, and asked, "What is it?"

"Look, Lord Ye Jian and Lord Yanlong have entered the world, and now Elder Kongshan from a hundred years ago has appeared..."

Chen Weichen said coolly: "There is still Langran waiting to go down the mountain with the cat."

Xie Lang had a bitter face: "I'm just an unknown soldier, I blame Master for going to travel all over the world, pushing this title to me, and asking Xiaodao to be at the bottom of Fourteen Hours."

"The princes and princes are all playing it by themselves. It's good for you, it's hereditary." Chen Weichen finally caught the Taoist priest's handle.

"Mr. Chen, this is not unique to us." Xie Lang tried to clarify himself: "In recent years, the immortal way has withered, and there are few new people who have become famous. If there is no one to challenge any immortal, I have to pass it on to myself. apprentice……"

"The withering is the withering of the name." Mr. Chen couldn't use his right hand to fan, feeling very uncomfortable, even his tone was very lazy, "Your immortal family still had a little vitality, until you watched Emperor Yan enter from the path of forgetting love. They have entered the third heaven, and they are vying to follow suit. At first, they shouted that heaven and earth are ruthless, but now they have more confidence. After cultivating and practicing, why do you care about the false name of a king? Even if there are powerful people, they don’t know where they went The old forest in the deep mountains has realized the Tao, and he is too lazy to take that title."

Xie Lang pouted, not wanting to talk to him.

Chen Weichen asked Ye Jiuya: "Master Ye Jian, the Splendid Ash has been taken, where are you going now?"

"Coincidentally," it was Lu Hongyan who folded her arms and replied, "It's the South Sea sword platform that Lang Ranhou mentioned just now."

Mr. Chen looked very tired, and muttered: "I just went to the north, and I'm going to the South China Sea - all with swords, it's really not that interesting."

He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead: "Master Ye Jian, I'm sleepy."

After running around for days, he finally raised his realm and fought a game, which really consumed a lot.

As soon as the words fell, the whole person suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and his eyes went dark, and he fell straight ahead.

His last thought before he passed out was - fortunately, he was facing Ye Jiuya, so he shouldn't fall to the ground.

Fainting in front of a beautiful woman is really indecent, indecent.

But if you fainted on a beauty, it would be a different matter.