Li Jiujiu was silent for a moment and said: "It's okay, this sword is weird. If you encounter a strong enemy in crisis, you can use this sword to resist the strong enemy. At the critical moment, it may even save your life."
"Um."
"Okay, I'm leaving first, you have to take care of yourself."
"Well, take care of yourself too." Balian looked up at this beautiful woman and waved his arm.
Li Jiujiu pursed her lips and said nothing more. She slowly activated the spiritual power in her body, and the seven-star sword under her feet led her figure to rise diagonally.
Immediately, the sword light swept into the distant sky and turned into a meteor-like light.
The sword and the woman disappeared into the distant sky.
He was finally the only one left in the forest.
It's night, everything is sounding, the sky and the earth are quiet.
Balian seemed to be back in that purple gold coffin, alone for thousands of years.
The cold mountain wind blew on his body, lifting up his blue and white robe. The cold wind penetrated into his clothes, but he could not feel a trace of coldness.
However, it was this that made him feel cold all over and made him realize once again that he was no longer a human being.
Negative emotions such as loneliness, fear, sadness, etc. only emerge when you are alone, just like the silt hidden at the bottom of a seemingly clear river, surging out.
Only he himself can deeply understand the truest side of himself.
Balian smiled helplessly. He must have been a cowardly and incompetent person during his lifetime.
He kept saying that he would not go back to the sect with others, but as soon as they left, he was here to grieve the spring and autumn. It was really useless.
He pinned the Qiushui Sword gifted to him by Li Jiujiu to his waist in a stylish way. He suddenly remembered her words and subconsciously stretched out the tip of his tongue to touch the fangs on both sides.
Does it really look like a tiger tooth?
Balian was thoughtful.
I originally thought about listening to Li Jiujiu's instructions, and while I had some sense, I would hunt down one or two wild beasts in the mountains and drink some blood.
It would be bad if he gets too hungry and goes crazy and attacks humans.
Now he is a second-level cultivator of seeking the Tao. He can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to form the Zhoutian. And he also knows how to practice by relying on his own scattered memories.
This newly resurrected little corpse demon is still much stronger than ordinary humans and beasts.
Catching prey is of course a piece of cake. He has no body temperature and no breathing.
The animals in the mountains rely on their senses to predict danger, which naturally has no effect on Balian.
Bailian successfully caught a small sika deer.
The little sika deer is very cute, struggling hard with its big, innocent and frightened round eyes.
Balian couldn't bear it, but he still used his Qiu Shui Sword to make a small incision on the deer's thick buttocks, and used a fresh green leaf to catch the fresh deer blood.
Holding the still-steaming deer blood, Balian frowned slightly.
Obviously, it was still difficult for him to adapt to the life of eating hair and drinking blood, and looking at the blood flowing in the green leaves, he didn't even feel the slightest desire to eat.
The feeling in his belly told him that he didn't feel hungry at all at this time.
Li Jiujiu said that the mourning clothes he wore were from hundreds of years ago, but he was not hungry at all even after hundreds of years.
Suddenly he remembered that when he first opened his eyes, it was very difficult for him to even lift his arms. Even the base of his tongue was stiff, and he could only barely speak a corpse language.
But when Senior Brother Li Jiujiu died on the strange little sword and lost all his essence and blood, his body became soft again and he could speak smoothly again.
Balian subconsciously touched the small sword on the side of his back, feeling a slight chill in his heart.
Could it be that the little sword absorbed all the blood and essence from that man and flowed into his body?
Although he was not hungry at all at this time, it would be a waste to throw away the deer blood, so he endured the discomfort in his heart and drank it all in one gulp.
Corpse demons have no sense of taste, and Balian is no exception. The warm deer blood fell into the chest and abdomen like a straight line, straight to the lower abdomen.
The weak temperature in the lower abdomen seemed to increase by one point, and the weak Onmyodo fish that could not be seen from the outside world moved at an extremely slow speed.
Although Balian has no sense of taste, the strong smell of blood in his mouth still made him frown slightly. He didn't like this way of eating.
Fortunately, the amount of blood he injected was not large, and the wound was not large, so the deer was still alive and kicking.
Strangely enough, he hurt the little deer, and after spending just a few sticks of incense with him, the little deer was no longer afraid of him.
The fawn has a docile temperament, circling around him, and sometimes even dares to take advantage of him when he is not prepared, and gently licks the back of his hand.
Perhaps the deer, which was not afraid of life, knew that he had no intention of killing it.
Balian smiled slightly and took the hemostatic herbs that had been collected in the mountains.
Crushing the herbs, Balian stretched out his hand and said, "Xiaolu'er, come here, let me see the wound on your butt and stop the bleeding."
This mountain forest is located in the center of many small sects that cultivate immortals. It has abundant spiritual energy, which makes the creatures in this area extremely intelligent.
The fawn seemed to understand what Balian said, its little hooves clattered to the ground, and trotted up to his side.
He took the initiative to raise his thick little buttocks and lay on the ground, moaning twice, looking a little pitiful and aggrieved.
Bailian laughed out loud, this little guy is really a clever guy.
Apply the crushed herbal medicine evenly on the deer's injured buttocks. The herbal medicine works very quickly, and in a moment it stops the blood flowing from the deer's running.
The only disadvantage of this medicine is that it will cause a strong stinging sensation when applied to the wound.
Sure enough, the deer trembled, neighed, and struggled to get up.
"Don't be afraid, it will be fine in a while."
Balian gently patted the other side of the fawn's uninjured butt as a sign of comfort, and did not forget to blow air gently into its wound.
The little deer calmed down very obediently.
Balian has no body temperature, so the breath he blows out is naturally cold.
The deer only felt the tingling sensation at the wound, which was much more comfortable under the cool breeze. He squinted his eyes and gently kicked Bailian's calf with his hind legs.
The fawn's buttocks are thick. They have been rolling around in Shaolin all year round. It can be said that the skin is rough and the flesh is thick. After the bleeding stopped, it has already formed scabs.
Seeing that Balian stopped applying the medicine, Xiaolu tilted his head and was about to lick the wound on his butt, but Balian stopped him in time.
"No, the medicine has been applied. If it gets wet again, the wound will become inflamed."
The deer hummed in response.
But God seemed to be deliberately going against him. As soon as he finished speaking, a drizzle of light rain began to fall from the night sky.
The rain wasn't heavy, but it was very thin, very dense, and very continuous, and it felt like powder on people's faces.
On the grass, on the trees, on the rocks, slowly spreading into the entire deserted mountain forest, there is this light, flowing, moist smoke.
Balian smiled bitterly, quickly opened his clothes, held up the deer's butt, and stuffed it into his arms to prevent the newly-medicated wound from getting wet by the rain and running away.
