Chen Changsheng, who was holding a bottle of wine in his hand, seemed to hear the shouts coming from behind him. He looked back and seemed to see the fleeing person through the heavy fog.
He paused and muttered: "It's scary..."
Chen Changsheng shook his head and looked down at the river water that was cut by long bamboos.
Going upstream is indeed much slower.
But it doesn't matter, it would be nice to go slower.
He simply sat cross-legged on the long bamboo and drank wine alone.
"hiss……"
Chen Changsheng grinned and couldn't help but say: "The fever is really severe."
But some wine is better than no wine. It's a bit strong, but it complements the scene.
Walking alone in the heavy fog in the river, who would have expected that there would be someone drinking here.
While Chen Changsheng was drinking heartily.
But suddenly he heard the sound of swords.
"Um?"
Chen Changsheng looked in the direction of the voice.
Looking through the heavy fog, he seemed to see a shirtless man practicing swordplay by the river.
He is not very old, but when he was still a boy, he was full of sinews and had an extraordinary physique.
At a young age, he has already reached the fifth level.
Shangguan Ningjing's eyes fell on the sword in his hand. The long sword gracefully moved in his hand, and the sword energy created cut through the heavy fog a few meters away.
He held his breath and concentrated.
But he was already sweating profusely, and the veins on his forehead were also wrinkled.
Chen Changsheng, who was staring at this scene in the heavy fog, suddenly frowned.
There is something wrong with this young man...
The sword in Shangguan Ningjing's hand became faster and faster.
"Hiss!!"
There was a sound of pain in his mouth, his brows were tightened, but his wrist was already red, and he even felt clear pain.
Not only that, the blood energy around him was still rising more and more intensely, and it even seemed to be drained of all his blood energy.
But if this is the case, the result can be imagined.
"Why not! Why not!"
"ah!!"
Shangguan Ningjing swept away with his sword.
But I saw three water pillars suddenly appeared in the river, and then I heard a roar.
"Wow!"
The water splashed onto the river surface, causing the heavy fog to appear like smoke.
Shangguan Ningjing's mood became more and more confused.
The blood energy in the muscles and veins around his body also began to flow backwards.
Shangguan Ningjing seemed to have noticed something.
Suddenly, the steps in the sword style became messy.
'Oops! '
He was shocked and quickly calmed down.
He clenched the sword in his hand and began to guide the blood that flowed backward in his veins.
"puff……"
After just taking a breath, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, spit out a mouthful of blood, and flowed down from the corner of his mouth.
But he didn't dare to stop. If he stopped, he might die faster. When the blood rushed into Tianmen, he would be disabled even if he didn't die.
Shangguan Ningjing immediately panicked.
He was the only one by the river. If he got possessed, he might not be able to hold on for half an hour. Ordinary warriors wouldn't be able to save him at all.
When Shangguan Pingping was at a loss.
But suddenly a voice was heard.
"With half an inch of sword, it sweeps across the world."
Shangguan Ningjing was stunned for a moment. He knew that the voice came from the fog, and was about to ask, but the tendency to become obsessed became more and more powerful.
He didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he could only grit his teeth and look at the heavy fog ahead.
He didn't know whether he could trust it or not, and was still a little hesitant.
"Then you just wait to die."
Another sentence came from the fog.
After hearing this, Shangguan Ningjing said quickly: "Senior..."
Then he followed what the voice said just now and drew half an inch of his sword in front of him.
Before it was over, the sound came from the fog again.
"Put it through the back and move the sword around."
"Left step forward half an inch, stab flat."
"The blood is drawn to the sword, follows the sun and moon to the Yunmen point, raises the head and stabs behind."
…
"Prick flat, and the blood will return."
Shangguan Ningjing moved his sword and blood according to the instructions, and suddenly found that the countercurrent blood energy was controlled and started to flow slowly according to the acupoints.
But at this moment, he couldn't stop.
"Move the tip of the sword down half an inch, sweep across Liuhe, and the blood flows through the Longmen acupoint..."
"What are you stunned for?"
"oh oh……"
Shangguan Ningjing did not dare to be distracted anymore and concentrated on wielding the sword.
"The sword returns, and the blood returns to its nest."
"Do it ten more times and you can stop being possessed."
Shangguan Ningjing was startled after hearing this, and then he started to move his sword and blood according to the sword style he had just written down.
The mist in front of him was suddenly attracted and stopped.
Shangguan Ningjing couldn't help being stunned when he saw it, but he didn't dare to stop.
Wisps of mist followed him, all visible to the naked eye.
Shangguan Ningjing closed his eyes, and after finishing one exercise, he started the next one.
On the third time, the signs of obsession were completely gone.
But Shangguan Ningjing followed the instructions ten times and did not dare to miss anything every time.
Until he opened his eyes again, the fog on the river bank in front of him had moved to his side.
His whole body was wrapped in mist, and it all dissipated the moment he sheathed his sword.
"Senior! I've done it ten times, senior, where are you?"
Shangguan Ningjing shouted into the heavy fog.
"Senior's life-saving grace will never be forgotten by Shangguan Ningjing. Please come and see me!"
But after he shouted, he didn't hear any reply, and even the surface of the river didn't seem to wave at all.
"Senior, can you show up and meet me?"
Shangguan Ningjing called out again.
But it was still the same as before, no sound was heard.
He suddenly came to his senses and reacted.
"Senior, you lied to me! Don't do it ten times!"
Only then did Shangguan Ningjing realize that three times was actually enough, but he actually did it ten times.
Shangguan Ningjing couldn't help but scolded himself for being stupid.
Then he chased in a certain direction along the river.
"Since it is in the middle of the river, it must be flowing down the river."
"Senior, wait for me!"
While shouting, he chased along the river and ran in the completely opposite direction.
But Chen Changsheng had already sat cross-legged on the bamboo raft and was going upstream.
He took a sip of strong wine and breathed out the alcohol.
Most of the river fog in front of me has dispersed.
Chen Changsheng laughed and couldn't help but mutter: "How did you get to the fifth level if you are so stupid?"
He couldn't help but shake his head, drank the wine and continued on his way.
"Not as good as his father."
Chen Changsheng murmured, talking about the swordsman Shangguan Han he met on the river.
At that time, he knew that he was going to kill the Northern Desert Demon Concubine, but he didn't know if he would succeed or if he was still alive.
But his son actually used the sword...
"It seems that Shangguan Han really changed his sword practice later on?"
Chen Changsheng touched his chin, but felt too lazy to think about it, so he simply waved his hand and said.
"Forget it, let's ask again when we come back."
Changzhu continued to move forward. As for where he was going, Chen Changsheng didn't know.
Wherever you go.
