past

Zhenming lived in Dongyejiao, laying on the warm jade couch every day, listless, holding a sword, not going anywhere, ignoring anyone.

But a right way, a sword cultivator who is famous for his stubbornness, lives in the second largest sect of Moxiu, and the rumors cannot be suppressed.

Within a month, Tianji Pavilion delivered the news to Jianmen.

"Master, brother is teaching in Dongye." Zhen Rong looked anxious, "I'll save him."

Rong Wei frowned: "Speak slowly, you are frizzy."

"Senior brother and the Moxiu thief talked about Changxing's exile in Qianchen Island. About a month ago, Dongye Sect brought back Tan Changxing and senior brother, and Tan Changxing imprisoned senior brother in the sect." Zhen Rong said, the setting sun sword behind her buzzed. There was a buzzing sound, "It is said that senior brother's sword path is damaged, his mind is unstable, and the situation is critical. I hope master will allow me to go to Dongyejiao to rescue senior brother."

Rong Wei took out a purple talisman paper and handed it to Zhen Rong: "This is the Xuantian Lightning Charm, which can attract nine heavenly thunders. Take it well and bring Zhenming back safely."

"Yes, Master." Zhen Rong took the talisman and bowed to salute.

East night religion.

Zhen Ming sat on the warm jade couch, lowered his head and touched the crack on the Seven Star Longyuan Sword, he felt that he was going to be unable to hold on anymore.

No one can endure the pain day after day, not to mention that now, the aura in every inch of his veins is like a small sword, piercing and piercing all the time.Zhen Ming is a person who fell off the cliff, stubbornly grasping the protruding stones on the cliff, knowing that sooner or later he will fall, and will be smashed to pieces, but he still has to struggle uselessly.

He counted the days, and for about a month and a half, he did not see Tan Changxing.

In the past, he had practiced in seclusion for decades, so how could he count the days like this? Zhen Ming sat by the bed, stepped on his shoes and stood up, wanting to walk and stretch his muscles.

When he took the first step, he paused, feeling a pain like a needle prick along his leg bone, and instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

The warm jade couch is not a simple warm jade couch. It used to be the treasure of the declining Xuanzong's gate. The demon cultivators gathered in Xuanzong. The first suzerain was the rare warm jade demon. This warm jade couch is the first The objects left to the sect by the sect master after his ascension have the effect of vitalizing all things. It is said that the dead can be warmed up by lying on them.

Zhen Ming tried to take a step, he couldn't lie on the warm jade couch forever, one day, he had to learn to endure the pain.

Step by step, sweating profusely, Zhen Ming moved to the window, opened the window, and faced Wang Hao, the right protector who was arrested as a guard.

Wang Hao didn't dare to be careless, and put on a posture of facing the enemy, slandering in his heart, honoring this golden house to hide a man, it's fine to hide a righteous way, but also hide a righteous way sword cultivator, he is bold, and he is not afraid of the whole sword sect's power to enter East night religion.

Zhen Ming stood in front of the window with a blank expression on his face, his eyes swept over Wang Hao lightly, and landed on the far wall, where there was a row of gray and round sparrows, huddled together like a pile of pompoms.If Tan Changxing was here, he would definitely find the similarities between Zhen Ming and Wei Ming, they both like fluffy animals.

Tan Changxing sat cross-legged on the soft cushion, counting the days, and in five days, Zhuanjing Pills will be released.

With a success rate of one in a thousand times, Tan Changxing tried his best to stabilize the aura, divided it into nine strands and sent them into the alchemy furnace.

The refining of the Zhuanjing Pill is extremely exhausting, and it will fail if you are not careful. Tan Changxing didn't dare to be distracted, and threw a section of Molin tree root into the alchemy furnace, with jumping blue flames reflected in his eyes.

Dongye Sect has been quite uneasy these days, which caused Liu Qian, the guardian of Zuo, a lot of headaches. First, the disciples from the outer sect were taken away, and then unknown people sneaked into the sect secretly. Except for the hard-headed sword cultivators of Jianmen, Liu Qian could not think of the first Two possibilities.

Nonsense, the chief disciple of Jianmen is raised in the side room of their superiors, who else can it be if it is not Jianmen.

Liu Qian sighed, unable to figure out what the always shrewd and ruthless Master raised a stubborn Jianxiu, and when he got better, he was stabbed with a sword to make him feel cold?

Zhen Ming stood in front of the window for a while, watching the group of gray hairballs fly away one by one, lowered his brows and eyes, his figure was thin and lonely, he held the scabbard hard, his knuckles were bluish white.

After all, it is not reconciled.

He used to easily leap into the sky with a sword, draw thunder to cover the sky and block out the sun, and the Big Dipper hangs the moon to show his sharpness. He is the pride of Jianmen.

In the corner of Zhenming's heart, there is a child named Weiming, kind and gentle, warm and friendly, like a simple bird, the biggest shortcoming is cowardice and evasion.Wei Ming was hurt by his mother, and would rather stay in Qianchen Island than go home at all, or choose the ruthless way, abandoning all emotions and desires.The same is true for Zhen Ming, the idea of ​​giving up is like a drumstick, beating in his mind——

He wants to go back to the former dust island.

Forget about the fairyland, and spend a short life in ignorance.

Live in the morning and die in the evening, enjoy yourself.

With a sound of "嗖", a small sword was nailed into the window, Zhen Ming looked at the pattern on the sword, it was a common style for swordmen.This is Jianmen notifying him that someone is looking for him.

You can't call for help, after all, you can't see Tan Changxing's intention to harm him.

Zhen Ming pulled out his small sword, put it in his sleeve, and walked back to the warm jade couch, the moment he touched the armrest, he rolled onto the couch, the sweat on his forehead fell into the velvet quilt, leaving a wet mark.

Passing by the courtyard was Zhen Rong, who was at the peak of Yuan Ying, knocked Wang Hao unconscious with a sword, and saw Zhen Ming standing by the window with a quick glance, she threw the small sword casually, who knew that Zhen Ming didn't reach out Zhen Rong could only use the small sword to plunge into the wood on the window sill.

Zhen Rong frowned worriedly. When her senior brother disappeared, she had a demon in her body and lost all sanity. Now that she has regained her sanity, she shouldn't be so weak. She can see the layers of spirit gathering formations around the room, which are very harmful to Zhen Ming. His physical condition was even more disturbing.

Zhen Rong left quickly, her figure flitting through the woods, concealing her breath, before she calmly read the information she just saw.

Tan Changxing's attitude towards his senior is extremely strange, the spirit gathering array, the warm jade couch, and the three or five meals of treasure porridge and tea a day are not imprisoning enemies, but obviously raising young lovers in captivity.Zhen Rong thought of another possibility, she was so angry that her brows stood on end, her fingertips trembled, it was obvious that Tan Changxing was keeping Xiaoqinger in captivity!

Zhen Rong is more angry than a life-and-death enemy. Zhen Ming is a ruthless swordsman. What Tan Changxing did is nothing more than humiliating him. The reason why Zhen Ming is so weak now must be that Tan Changxing forced his mind to become unstable. not saved.

With a heart of snakes and scorpions, Tan Changxing is really despicable, shameless and insane!

Zhen Ming carefully touched the crack on Qixing Longyuanjian's body, and pursed the corners of his lips in distress. The long sword has been with him for nearly a thousand years. If it wasn't for his lack of kendo, how could Longyuanjian have suffered so much.

The long sword exudes a gentle breath, calming the restless aura in Zhenming's meridian, like a long-time friend, coaxing Zhenming not to worry about it.

Zhen Ming held the sword, lay down in the velvet quilt, closed his eyes, and silently struggled with the pain in his body.