Xian Miao does not want to fly

Su Jing did suffer serious internal injuries.

But he didn't show it. After gaining a large number of followers, he and Chen Ming returned to Chunjiang Huayueye.

Chunjiang Huayueye is an inn in Chunjiang Town, combined with the place name, it is a homonym of "Chunjiang Huayueye".

Chunjiang Town is a small town on the edge of Chunjiang, but it is not an ordinary town for mortals, but a place where cultivators rest on the edge of Chunjiang.

Chen Ming was met by Su Jing on his way to the Sword Master Competition. He is very enthusiastic. He is both a casual cultivator and a sword cultivator, and his temperament matches Su Jing's.

"Fellow Daoist Su, oh no, Su! Sword! Saint!" Chen Ming hooked Su Jing's shoulder excitedly, "Before you came here, you said you wanted to win the title of Sword Saint. Clumsy eyes, clumsy eyes!"

"Chen Daoyou, what are you talking about!" Su Jing smiled, "It's just that the Su family has a name."

"Haha, that's for you," Chen Ming took Su Jing to sit down, and ordered a few jars of spiritual wine, "As for Su Xu's sword intent today, who can stop it! It's you, Daoist Su! Only you can do it!" Take that move abruptly! This sword master is well-deserved! Come, Fellow Daoist Su, I offer you a toast!"

Su Jing raised the wine cup to agree, and when the wine cup was close to his lips, he paused: "Peach blossom wine?"

Seeing his movement, Chen Ming paused, thinking that he didn't like this peach blossom wine, so he quickly said: "This is the Luohua wine from Taohuawu, it's a hundred years old, if Fellow Daoist Su doesn't like it..."

"No." Su Jing shook his head and drank the wine, "I really like peach blossom wine."

A cultivator does not get drunk on ordinary wine, but gets drunk on spiritual wine.

Su Jing went back to the room drunk, closed the door and fell on the bed.

The window rattled, and an orange and white long-haired cat squeezed in.

But Su Jing didn't notice it, he covered his forehead with his hands and remained motionless.

The orange cat tiptoed to the bed with a serious expression, and jumped onto the carved wooden bed lightly.

A smell of peach blossom wine hit, making the orange cat's pink nose twitch.

The orange cat shook his head helplessly. After suffering such a serious injury, he did not heal the injury, but went to drink heavily. Should he be overconfident or not take his body seriously?

"Cat... Peach Blossom..."

A murmur came from Su Jing's mouth, but Qiao Mo couldn't hear it clearly, so he couldn't help moving forward a little.

"The Su family... I want to..."

I want the Su family?

What does this mean?

Qiao Mo couldn't figure it out, so he asked, "What do you want?"

I don't know if it's a cliché for drunk people, but Su Jing murmured: "I want the Su family...to ruin their reputation..."

The Su family?them?

"who are they?"

"I want... to find..."

The answer was already wrong, Qiao Mo swept his tail, turned around and was about to jump off the bed, but he didn't expect to be squeezed by a hand.

The drunkard hugged the orange cat tightly, rubbing it while hugging it.

"Mo...don't go...don't go..."

Hearing the word "Mo", Qiao Mo's body froze, but when he listened carefully, he found that what Su Jing said was "Cats".

He sighed, he was overthinking.

Su Jing is not from the Su family, so how could he have anything to do with Su Li.

Su Jing hugged the fluffy orange cat in his arms, and rubbed the orange cat's head with his face.

Qiao Mo twisted her body hard and got out of his shackles.

Su Jing felt cold in his arms, squinting his eyes half awake and stretching out his hand to grab Qiao Mo again. Qiao Mo pressed his hand down with a paw, and the soft pads pressed against his pulse. Su Jing didn't feel himself at all. Feeling in danger of being held down by a cat at the gate of his life, he couldn't lift his hand after trying, and gradually fell asleep under the influence of spirit wine.

Qiao Mo was stunned when he touched his veins.

He looked at the man who had fallen asleep in disbelief.

This person's spiritual vein...has been broken into this virtue? !

Su Jing's spiritual veins were very, very seriously injured. It can be said that only by barely supporting his spiritual power, he could maintain his basic shape. If he was an ordinary person, he should have fainted from the pain.

How could he survive until now and still eat and drink with others?

Is this person pain free?

Su Jing's spiritual power is trying to repair the severely damaged spiritual veins. The repair of the spiritual veins is also a very painful process. It is equivalent to using spiritual power as a needle to re-sew those broken places. This process is also unbearable for ordinary people, but Qiao Mo looked at Su Jing who was sleeping peacefully, it really didn't look like he was going through such a cruel process.

Who is this Su Jing? !

But seeing that Su Jing has drunk so much that he can't find anything if he wants to ask, Qiao Mo estimated the recovery speed of Su Jing's spiritual veins, at least it will take about a month, and he thought about what Su Xu heard before. Thinking, he flicked his tail.

People are really troublesome...

When Su Jing woke up, it was already high in the sun. The hangover made him forget what happened yesterday. When Chen Ming came to look for him, he remembered that yesterday he slapped Su Xu in the face of the Su family, and he had already Become a new sword master.

"Ming Huazong's suzerain Zuo Su Xianjun wants to see you, this is a greeting card."

"This is a greeting card from Fairy Hongyage Fuhua."

"This is a greeting card from the master of Xiangchunmen to respect Gu Xianjun. He specifically mentioned that his daughter admires you very much."

Su Jing stared at the dozens of greeting cards of various colors: "What?"

Chen Ming looked at him helplessly: "These people want to see you."

Su Jing was puzzled: "What do you see me for?"

"No, brother, did you forget that you already got the title of Juggernaut yesterday?"

"I haven't forgotten."

"Then it's over." Chen Ming put the greeting card on the table and nodded, "Here, these people want to see you because you have won the title of Sword Master. After all, the title of Sword Master has been occupied by the Su family before." It's not easy for you to be a helpless casual cultivator. Many sects want to win you over, especially the Hongyage and Xiangchunmen. They all point to you as the son-in-law. These people want to find you It’s not easy to find it directly, so just pass all the invitations to me.”

Su Jing scratched his hair nonchalantly, and then got a little annoyed: "These people are all boring, and cultivators are very skilled in doing these tricks of mortals, please help me, Chen Daoyou, and tell them that I used to be a casual cultivator. In the future, it will also be casual cultivation."

"That's not the case, Fellow Daoist Su." Chen Ming leaned forward and poured a cup of tea for Su Jing, "Brother advises you, it's best to find a backer."

Su Jing picked up the teacup: "Why did you say that?"

"You won the title of Juggernaut from the Su family, do you think the Su family will let it go?"

Su Jing took a sip of spiritual tea, the rich spiritual energy spread out in his mouth, put down the teacup, and there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Then let them come."

He wished that the Su family would pester him endlessly, and taking the title of Su family's sword master was only the first step, and he wanted to completely ruin the current Su family's direct lineage.

Chen Ming clicked his tongue, he really didn't know why Su Jing hated the Su family so much.

But he still said earnestly: "We all know that with your strength, you are not afraid of someone from the Su family. Even their most promising candidate for the sword master is not your opponent. However, a lone wolf is easy to deal with, but a pack of dogs is difficult." What's more, if they jump the wall in a hurry and use some low-level methods, even if it is not necessary for us cultivators to sleep and eat, you can't be worried all the time, right? There are always times when people relax, and you don't want to meditate You have to be on guard all the time, right?"

Su Jing looked at Chen Ming: "So you mean..."

Chen Ming picked up a red card and a blue card and pushed them to him.

Su Jing lowered his head and glanced, it was the Hongyage and Xiangchunmen who wanted to recruit him.

"Xiangchunmen is a school of swordsmanship. At present, the head of the door has only one favorite, who also practiced swordsmanship. I heard that she is beautiful and has a good cultivation level. The headman of Xiangchunmen loves her very much. He has not found a son-in-law who satisfies him. , if you marry his daughter, then you will be the next head of the Xiangchun sect."

Su Jing remained calm and asked, "Then what about the Red Accord?"

Seeing Su Ming asking about the Red Accord, Chen Ming smiled meaningfully: "The Red Accord is all female sword cultivators, and the sect master of the Red Accord has been alone for many years, with a high level of cultivation and a bright and attractive appearance. Now she has moved this If you want to get married, if you choose the Red Accord, Fellow Daoist Su, then the days to come will be full of blessings."

The words were reserved, but Su Jing understood what he meant.

He glanced at Chen Ming, and already had a plan in his heart to stay away from this person.

But on the bright side, he didn't want to make too much trouble, so he said perfunctorily: "Chen Daoyou, I really don't have any thoughts on this aspect. I have practiced the way of swordsmanship, and I have already prepared to fight the sword for the rest of my life, so I would like to ask you to help me. Push these away."

Seeing that Su Jing was really reckless, Chen Ming sighed in his heart that this big brother is too upright.

But these people who posted the posts gave him benefits, so he must let someone see Su Jing.

So he said with a smile: "Then excluding these factors, they also want to visit you, brother, and want to ask you some questions about kendo."

Su Jing knew that his spirit veins were damaged, and the next best thing to do was rest and adjust his breathing. He looked through these invitations with some hesitation, and considered how to decline.

Seeing him bowing his head in embarrassment, Chen Ming's expression turned unhappy for a moment.

He Chen Ming is a person who casts a wide net, no matter what grand event he wants to participate in, and if he gets to know more people, he can weave a network of relationships for these people, so that he can maintain his status as a network with empty hands and white wolves.

But the ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny.

Because of his low level of cultivation, every time he snares some small fish and shrimp, they all point to him to do things for them, but no one can do things for him.

This time he managed to catch Su Jing, but he didn't expect to be a great master, which made him very happy. He seemed to see a future where as long as he could hug Su Jing's thigh tightly, he could gain a lot of benefits by playing tricks on others.

But who knew that this Su Jing turned out to be a dead-headed one.

Su Jing looked at the pile of greeting cards, pondered for a moment, then raised his head, and Chen Ming immediately put on a warm smile again.

"Or else."

Just as Su Jing started, he was interrupted.

"Meow..."

A faint meow came from downstairs, although the sound was very small, it shocked Su Jing.

He put down those greeting cards, stood up and strode to the window, opened the window and looked downstairs, and saw a beautiful orange cat squatting obediently at the door of the inn, being chased away by Xiaoer: "Go, let's go."

The orange cat gave another pitiful "meow", then raised its head as if telepathically.

Su Jing met those golden eyes.

"Meow~"

The owner of the golden eyes called out to him.

The author has something to say: Because I have experienced the most painful thing (both physically and mentally), so the pain of the spiritual vein is nothing