When the five hundred sword energy came down, Yun Zhong was really able to hold on to it with great reluctance. Let’s not mention the injuries all over his body. The immortal energy from the old dragon spitting beads alone was a loss. Forget about being able to do it now. It was running on its own while sleeping, and even Yunzhong himself couldn't detect the extremely weak inner energy. He was really extremely weak.
This breath of divine energy could flow unintentionally, and it could still flow endlessly in sleep, which was extremely beneficial to the young man's practice. After all, with his talent, even if he practices in dreams, the growth of his inner energy is still slow, and it can last for months and years. , after all, you can also save a lot of inner energy.
At this moment, it was almost squandered.
"Boy, how do you feel?" The old man stepped out from the back hall with a smile and handed a bottle of wine to the young man who was half kneeling on the ground.
Yun Zhong raised his head with difficulty and accidentally smelled the aroma of wine in the vat. He smiled bitterly and said: "Look at how virtuous I am now, how can I still hold the wine?" The aroma of wine is rich and fragrant, and for a young man who is good at drinking, he can naturally tell the difference. It can be concluded that the wine in the vat is by no means inferior, and it is probably not an exaggeration to say that it is the gold and jade in the wine. But with the seriousness of his injuries and the collapse of his spirit, how could he be able to catch it?
The old man curled his lips, seemingly dissatisfied with the young man's reply. However, seeing the embarrassed look in front of the young man, he still picked up two futons, sat down by himself, and handed the other one to the young man. Seeing that the young man sat down tremblingly, he said slowly, "Boy, look at your age. Not big, do you want to become a disciple now?"
Yun Zhong finally sat down. The injuries all over his body were already numb. The pain in his heart felt a little better than before, so he replied, "I have been here for more than a few months. Master has something to do and is not in the caravan. But I expected something to happen." After that, we can rush back to Qiling."
Unexpectedly, the old man became even more angry when he heard this. He put the drink next to the young man's knees and said sternly, "You are extremely ignorant when you worship this master. You don't even know how to teach disciples. You are in vain to be a teacher. The most important thing in the world is physical fitness." , even better than skills and skills. Even if you are an unskilled practitioner walking in the world, how far can you go with such a poor body? What’s more, if you set out to practice, how can you withstand the dangers in the future with your weak body? "
The old man's words were not without purpose, but in his eyes, the young man's body was indeed in very poor condition, and his body and bones were so easily damaged, even if his swordsmanship was extraordinary, it was just a matter of sacrifice. When fighting against each other, you only have one skill, but you can't even scratch his skin with dozens of sword blows. So what does it matter, no matter how brilliant your moves are?
"Since you are taught like this, it is natural that Master has the truth. Although you are a senior, you should not speak like this." Yun Zhong's expression remained unchanged, but he couldn't help but squeeze the ancient sword in his palm tightly, and black and red blood slowly dripped down the hilt. Landed on the futon.
Humiliating a master's sect is a very hateful act in the world. Although the old city lord didn't say anything too harsh, it was still considered a taboo.
The old man raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his mouth, "What? You want to quarrel with me, an old man who is in his dying years? Boy, think about it. What if I am a reclusive master with a weird temperament and get into bad luck? Wouldn't it be in vain? I suffered five hundred sword attacks." Seeing the young man's anger, the old man said nothing more and softened his tone slightly, "Drink a drink first. As for the benefits of resisting those five hundred sword attacks, don't be too careful. It’s too urgent. Let’s recover from the injury for two days. Although I did some deception and deception when I was young, as the lord of a city now, I will not default on the benefits that the descendants deserve.”
Yunzhong nodded slightly, tremblingly picked up the wine vat and took a swig.
With such a small movement, the wounds all over the young man's body burst open again. Whether it was the limbs or the joints and tendons, they were like a broken water bag filled with clean water, and blood spurted out.
However, with this sip of wine in his throat, the young man's body seemed to be repaired by a long needle. From top to bottom, the cracked skin and flesh healed, the meridians connected, and the large tendons and damaged flesh of the hands and feet grew out. The alcohol was very strong, and besides, Yun Zhong was already seriously injured. He just had a conversation with the old man, but he could barely hold on. After a sip of wine, he immediately fell asleep.
Even after falling asleep, the ancient sword in the young man's hand was still firmly in his hand.
"Such a stubborn temper." The old man murmured, reaching out to grab the ancient sword in the young man's hand, pulling it out forcefully, and throwing it aside with a clanking sound. This batch of ancient swords are all top-grade, and can withstand several times of cold sword energy, which shows that they are of good quality. However, the old man's hand holding the blade is intact.
The old man took the jar of wine and was slightly absent-minded.
"It's a pity, old scoundrel. He already has a master. If he hasn't become a disciple yet, I really want to accept him as a disciple for you. I am worthy of you, old man."
"If you had taken a sip of this drink back then, you might still be able to stay in the desert city, play chess and tell stories with me. Now, you might be able to find a good girl in the city and start a family."
"Since I inherited your mantle and drank from him, I will treat it as an apology to you."
The old man went out and sent two servants to carry Yunzhong to rest somewhere else, while he walked in the empty space in front of the city lord's mansion.
It's almost sunset.
With five hundred swords, Yunzhong lasted almost a day and a night. Except for the old man, no one knew how this young man with a joyous smile could withstand the sword energy.
The old man's face looked desolate in the glow.
There was the sound of singing in the empty field.
"It's hard to calm down, but when your mind is already calm, it's just a smoke in the countryside, so why bother chasing the evening breeze."
"The mountains are one step away, the water is one step away, and the dusty city is far away. There is no such sound in the world."
The sorrow lasts for a long time.
At the medical center, the doctor was extremely skilled in medicine. He used some means to drag the leader of the family under the eyes of the Lord of Hell back from the gate of hell. In just one day, the sharp wooden thorn was removed from the root, and the blood and pus in the injured area had almost disappeared. Lao Sanjin was really impressed and thanked him repeatedly.
"I said your fate is really serious. How many people are unable to survive, but it's better for you. Although others can't sustain your injuries for two days, you really can't survive." Lao Sanjin was sitting on the bed with a plate of seasonal fruits and vegetables. , very happy and comfortable.
"What? You wish I died on the way so that I can take the money and break up?" The leader has just recovered from a serious illness. He is still half leaning on the bedside, but his complexion is much better than the previous days. "Don't mention it, this The song is well sung.”
Lao Sanjin sneered and said disdainfully, "If a girl were to sing this song, the singing would naturally be sad and listenable, but when it was an old man's turn to sing it, it was indeed neither fish nor fowl. How can an old man be sad for spring and autumn all day long? He is worthless. .”
The leader also curled his lips and just closed his eyes and listened to the music. The two of them have always been like this, often quarreling with each other, and they have become accustomed to it.
But Lao Sanjin said that the song was nondescript, but he unknowingly put his palm on his leg and tapped the rhythm.
Iron horses and glaciers, longitude and latitude ambitions, old friends meet again.
It's always hard to calm down.
