Tang Xuejian came back with Sedum.

Coming back with them were three fellow disciples.

It was noon when I left, and when I came back the sunset was already gradually extinguishing on the horizon.

Normally, it would take at least ten days and a half for a disciple of Divine Sword to travel far away, but this time it was very fast.

Jingtian woke up. The previous times he was injured, he was in coma for at least ten and a half days, but this time it was also very fast.

The first thing he did after waking up was to open his eyes and look at the face of Tang Xuejian who was holding him in his arms. He blinked his eyes and tensed his body to let her notice.

Tang Xuejian looked down at him, tears streaming down her face before she spoke.

"What's wrong?" Jingtian asked softly.

She just shook her head.

The light of the sword landed in the valley, and Tang Xuejian carried Jingtian all the way to his residence. He struggled, fell from her arms, and stood on the ground.

"What's wrong?" he asked again.

Senior Brother Cen and the others caught up with him, looking concerned and sad, "Jingtian, how do you feel?"

"Me? I'm okay. The Evil Sword Immortal is gone?" Jingtian replied in a muffled voice. He didn't see relaxation in the eyes of his fellow students, but only more and more heavy sorrow. He couldn't help but look inside, but he found that he couldn't.

If the meridians and soul are missing, his cultivation will be completely useless. Not only will his magic power be dissipated, but he will also no longer be able to maintain the basic skills of cultivation.

His face was expressionless, and gradually some sadness emerged from the corners of his eyes. Gradually, he frowned and tightened, and a mountain line appeared on his forehead. Gradually, his temples trembled, and his hair crown shook. He took a deep breath, and his whole body felt like

Being filled with this breath, I was so light that my body swayed, I lost my balance, and I stumbled backwards.

Jingtian didn't fall to the ground, Tang Xuejian helped him.

He lowered his head and said nothing, closed his eyes and said nothing, clenched and unclenched his fists, opened his mouth and said nothing.

Jingtian's body was trembling. Tang Xuejian wiped away his tears, straightened his face, then opened his arms and hugged Jingtian firmly.

"I'm sorry." Jingtian whispered.

"Don't talk nonsense." Tang Xuejian held his face, "You have nothing to be sorry for. It's me who is sorry for you."

"I can't help you anymore."

"It's okay, I will protect you from now on."

Jingtian remained silent. Although he never made any bold words, he was still a man who stood upright and never wanted to hide behind his daughter's house and survive. He would rather die under the evil sword than to see his incompetence seen by his sweetheart.

She looked cowardly and didn't want to hear her words of relief.

He forced a smile, and Tang Xuejian felt something bad when she saw his expression, "Don't be stupid."

"No, I won't be stupid. It's just that," he gently pushed the girl in red shirt away, "a real man was born between heaven and earth, how can he be unable to recover after a fall? Nothing will happen to me, but it is you. You have to be careful in the future."

Although this young swordsman lost all his skills, his spirit was even more heroic, which moved several of his fellow disciples.

Tang Xue smiled when she burst into tears, raised her hand to caress his cheek, her eyes were full of affection that she had never shown before, "Then you go home and wait for me, I will be back soon."

Jingtian didn't say anything and held down the iron sword at his waist. Although he was an ordinary man, he was still very chivalrous.

After a few of them went to rescue the leader and were far away, Jingtian released his hand from the hilt of the sword, his shoulders slumped, his spine relaxed, and he bowed slightly forward. He slowly stroked the scabbard,

Singing loudly, he turned around and walked step by step towards the living cabin.

Such a journey was only half a mile, and he walked for a quarter of an hour.

After entering the room, he went straight to pick up the wooden box on the bedside, opened the box on the bedside, took out a cloth bag from under a pile of clothes, counted out five pieces of broken silver, about four taels, and carefully stuffed it into his pocket.

After taking the bag, he immediately went out and walked slowly out of the valley.

After he left the valley, he didn't go far. He went to the town outside the valley, entered a restaurant in a remote place, ordered two jiao of rice wine, and asked for a stack of braised beef.

There are not many customers in the shop. At this time, everything in the world is in ruins, and it is rare to find a place to drink.

What's even more rare is that the rice wine here is full of flavor, soft but not astringent, with a sweet aftertaste, like drinking clear water. He took a pair of kuaizi, put a piece of beef in his mouth, chewed it slowly, took a sip of rice wine, and his Adam's apple jumped. Swallow it.

He was sitting by the window in the lobby. It was dark at this time, the lights were bright, the stars and the moon were bright, the streets were silvery, and the oranges and beans were red. Sedum turned his head and looked at the worldly scene, feeling a little crazy for a moment.

The sword fight with the Evil Sword Immortal felt unbearable at the time, as if a thousand years had passed in a blink of an eye. Looking back now, it seems like it was yesterday. Thinking back to yesterday, he was so high-spirited, thinking that he had mastered the essence of swordsmanship, and he should do something great in the future. It is good to repay the world. But what will happen to this land now?

After drinking two horns of wine, the cup and plate were in a mess, he was extremely tired, so he hugged the wooden box and fell asleep under the eucalyptus.

After not sleeping for a long time, the shopkeeper of the restaurant came forward and gently pushed him awake. The old shopkeeper bowed his waist and said politely, "Sir, we are about to go overseas. If you want to rest, you can go to the guest room upstairs."

"No need, shopkeeper, just pay the bill." Jingtian's eyes were red from sleep, his mind was groggy, and he felt even sleepier than before going to bed, but he still managed to cheer up.

He was checking out here when someone suddenly called him from behind. It was a man. Jingtian looked back and saw that the man quickly came down the stairs and came closer. He could only see clearly in the lights in the lobby. It turned out that he had met during the day. Xu Changqing, an abandoned disciple of Shu Mountain.

"Fellow Taoist, we meet again."

"Fellow Daoist Xu, it turns out to be you. This is Jingtian."

When the two met, it was clear that there was no friendship at all, but they seemed to be old acquaintances.

Xu Changqing was waiting in Shenjian Town, waiting for Shenjian Sect to accept his disciples, but he still refused to give up. But Jingtian wanted to leave from Shenjian Sect and go to a place where no one knew him and no one could find him.

Jingtian had drunk wine and had no nostalgia here. Xu Changqing was frightened alone at night and did not want to stay in the room for a long time, so they walked together on the street and took a walk.

This is a late autumn night, but now the stars are hanging in the sky, the six qi are disordered, the earth veins are blocked, and the five spirits are out of tune. The temperature is actually higher than usual in summer, and it will get hotter and hotter.

It may not snow this year.

The streets were empty except for the two of them, two preoccupied idlers.

Xu Changqing said that he grew up in Shushan, practicing Taoism and Kungfu. He was taught by his elders to uphold the right path and take it as his duty to kill evil and eliminate evil. In the past, Shushan was famous for subduing demons and demons, but now that demons and humans live in harmony, they no longer live in harmony with each other. Using this as a nickname again, we only talk about deeds, regardless of origin.

Jingtian said that he grew up in Yuzhou City. Yuzhou City is not far from Shushan. In the local area, the reputation of Shushan Immortal Sword Sect is also well-known. Although he is a pawnbroker, he often fantasizes about wielding swords and riding fast horses. career.

Everyone has that time when they are young and young, when they feel that the future is floating in the air and there seem to be many possibilities. No matter what, no matter how hard you go, you go round and round, even if you suffer some hardships and go through some hardships, you can always find the path that suits you in the end. .

It’s just that I didn’t know at that time that the road under my feet could go on day by day. Now it has reached the end. There are no paved bluestones in front of it. There is no gravel, no sand, and there are only a few weeds. It is endless.

Xu Changqing wanted to continue walking, but had to stop, while Jingtian was tired from walking and just wanted to take a rest.

They stopped by a clear spring stream outside the town.

"I'm sorry for being rude, but I still have a question. Fellow Taoist, your voice is heavy and your breathing is rough. It seems that your skills are not good enough?"

"Yes, I am already a useless person."

"How could this happen?" Xu Changqing couldn't believe it for a moment.

"I lost a fight with the Evil Sword Immortal, and all my skills were wiped out by him. Now I can no longer even maintain the technique of concentrating and looking inside."

Xu Changqing frowned and said: "Humans and gods are born with spirits, and they will not change due to the chaos of the world. They are like pearls. If they are covered with dust, they can be wiped clean as before. My fellow Taoist is neither stupid nor seriously ill, so how can he not even be able to concentrate?"

"I don't know either."

"I know a lot about medical skills, so why don't you make a diagnosis for fellow Taoist? It might be helpful."

"Thank you." Jingtian did not refuse.

He found a flat stone on the river beach and sat down. Xu Changqing sat across from him and took his pulse and asked him.

"But there is a result."

"I have learned about the illness of my fellow Taoist. It turns out that the seven souls are scattered. It is said that the three souls govern the destiny and the seven souls serve the emotions. If the seven souls of a person are separated, the seven emotions will be confused, so it is impossible to concentrate and look inside."

Jingtian asked eagerly, "Is there any way to deal with it?"

Xu Changqing was silent.

Seeing his expression, Jingtian knew it well. He stood up, faced the clear spring stream with ripples of colors, held the wooden box, and was speechless for a moment.

"Fellow Taoist, the separation of the seven souls will not only cause the consciousness to become dim, but if things go on like this, the seven emotions will probably disappear, and eventually one will become unconscious and unconscious. Although it will not lead to death, it will still look like a walking corpse."

Jingtian smiled miserably, "Really?" After he laughed, he sighed again, "That's fine, that's fine." He waved goodbye without turning around, "Fellow Daoist Xu, I'm destined to see you again."

"Brother Jing."

The man stopped by the river.

"It's a long way to go, take care."

He said nothing more and gradually walked away.

But Tang Xuejian and his entourage hurried to the head retreat. At this time, Xia Yuanchen knew that she had returned and was waiting outside the door. "Miss Tang, you came and went in a hurry, but did you gain something?"

"Exactly." Tang Xuejian took off the Thoreau leaf from his temples, "Mr. Xia, the Thoreau tree has been destroyed, but I have discovered that there is life hidden in the roots of the tree. I have already transferred it to this leaf, which may be of some help. Sect Master

How are you now?"

"Miss Chu is fine for the time being. Please wait here." Xia Yuanchen took the Solo leaf and turned around to enter the house.

Everyone was waiting outside anxiously, but they didn't dare to stay away. Seeing that Tang Xue was thinking about Jingtian, she felt even more miserable. She stared at the closed door with eyes wide open.

After waiting until dawn, the door opened. Everyone stood on tiptoe to peek. Xia Yuanchen walked out first. When he went out, Chu Hanjing came out behind him.

The world's best swordsman looked pale, but he had already woken up. He slowly walked out of the room and told everyone, "I am fine for the time being, so don't worry. Please tell me about your experience during this trip."

So Tang Xue saw how the group would go to Shennong Cave and how they would encounter Chu Bihen. After a fight, Chu Bihen fled, and Cen Tingchun and the others went to pursue them. They chased them all the way to the East China Sea, where they were stopped by a group of Shinto monks and needed to be solved.

After being defeated by the evil cultivator, Chu Bihen also disappeared without a trace. In the Shennong Cave, Tang Xuejian devoted himself to repairing the vitality, but Jingtian encountered the evil sword immortal. After losing to him, he was deprived of his cultivation. They also failed to leave the evil demon behind.

Chu Hanjing frowned when he heard the news about Chu Bihen. After hearing the whole story, he asked Tang Xuejian to call Jingtian.
To be continued...