"Look! Senior Sister Dong and the others are back!!!"
Someone shouts.
Hearing the sound, Jiang Su turned his body slightly and looked towards the ground. As the figure gradually enlarged, the sound of the monk's communication flowed into his ears more clearly.
I...came back safely...
Bai Shenghua and Chi Zhixian went to the elders' meeting hall, while Shen Yunyang carried Song Wan'er, Liu Yunqing on one shoulder, and Zhang Yunsheng on the other, following Dong Yiyi.
After a breath, Dong Yiyi jumped down from the black sword with Jiang Su on his back, and the monks around him rushed over instantly.
The landing was at Jianfeng.
"Junior sister, you are finally back. We heard about the forbidden spirits in Zhongdu and were very worried!" Most swordsmen cultivators are straight-tempered and speak directly when they have something to say.
"Yes! If my junior sister doesn't come back, my last watermelon-flavored spirit-storing pill will be gone."
"There's me, there's me! I'm also the last half of my Speedy Bone Pill!" Another sword-wielding monk came forward and said excitedly.
Jiang Su got down from behind Dong Yiyi and straightened his robe. The wide sleeves covered most of his body and remained silent.
Shen Yunyang, on the other hand, took care of three people by himself, just like an old mother. She was so tired when she landed that she lay directly on the ground.
"Bang--"
Zhang Yunsheng and Liu Yunqing also took action, and fell to the ground together with their eyes closed tightly.
At this time, Liu Yunqing was lying on the ground wearing tattered gray cloth.
The wind-winding sword that was supposed to be carried behind his back was tied to his waist in a twisted manner. The bare chest reveals a large area of chest muscle without any rise and fall, the stern face is extremely pale, the lips are also light, and the blue and black under the eyes are even the same as...
Just like Junior Sister Jiang...
When Tong An and the few sword cultivators beside him saw this scene, they were first stunned and at a loss, and then their arms trembled and they could hardly hold the sword in their hands.
"This..." one of them choked.
The next moment, several people knelt down beside Liu Yunqing with a plop.
Wails began.
"Ahhhhhhh, Senior Brother, why did you die so young? Wuwuwu, you were only forty-eight this year and already in the late stage of the Golden Core. You are so jealous of your talents."
"Senior brother, why are you so woo woo, it's gone so early? You haven't saved up the money to give Wan Feng a good-looking scabbard. Wow, poor Wan Feng sword, how old is it? I was widowed so easily."
Tong An cried the loudest, the tears on her face were rushing like a stream, and she was out of breath. While feeling sad, she clenched her fists and dropped to the ground beside Liu Yunqing's head.
"Elder brother, ah ah ah ah, the ten low-grade spiritual stones you owe me haven't been replaced yet. What do you want me to do? I'm still waiting for you to take the commission money and pay it back to me. I Go take care of my Santang Sword."
Tong An was crying and shouting at the same time. She fell to the ground crying like a ghost, as if she wanted to smash Liu Yunqing awake to pay back the money.
The people around him were also sad and shed tears when they heard it. They shook their heads and lowered their eyebrows and closed their eyes.
"Harmful... those are ten pieces of low-grade spirit stones! Ten pieces! If the senior brother is gone like this, what will happen to the Santang Sword..."
The sword cultivator next to him whispered and answered: "I can only feel wronged to Santang. If you ask me, Santang should not have been with Tong An in the first place. Such a beautiful sword cannot be maintained, and the sword's light gradually dims... It's too miserable. !”
"It's so miserable!" one person said sadly.
Another person added with a sad voice: "It's so tragic!!!"
So, the last scene was that all the sword cultivators gathered together to protest against Santang's sword.
"..."
Jiang Su really doesn't understand why sword cultivators are so careless when it comes to swords. Aren't the sword cultivators in other novels all dressed in white and holding a gentleman's weapon? They are as upright and elegant as wild cranes.
Why do I think that in this book... the sword cultivators all look like idiots who trade their brains for force...
Jiang Su couldn't bear the scene of these people chattering and forcibly subduing their wits, so he mobilized the spiritual power in his body to gather in his throat, and said coldly: "Stop! Stop crying, he is not dead. If you keep making trouble, I will be annoyed to death!"
Dong Yiyi looked at Jiang Su's reaction, which was a bit unexpected. He actually smiled at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes seemed to be watching a girl in our family grow up.
For a moment, there was silence on the top of Jianfeng Peak, and you could hear the pine needles falling to the ground.
After a while, Jiang Su had a straight face and the same attitude as before leaving, and said only: "Send Liu Yunqing and Zhang Yunsheng to Liushui Courtyard." He turned around and drew his sword to kill Yu Su and left.
Liushuiyuan is a courtyard where rivers flow. It is more like a hospital than a place where he lives.
Also known as, the first hospital in Shifangmen, Hongfeng Town, South Territory, and the first hospital in Kufeng.
Dean, the river flows.
Security captain, Jiang Su’s fifth show.
Doctors from various disciplines are Medical Xiu Zhang, Medical Xiu Li, Medical Xiu Wang, etc... and there is also the fifteen-year-old boy Jiang Su who is practicing among many old men and ladies.
Everyone came to their senses when they saw the figure in Tsing Yi who had already flown into the distance.
Tong An was the most excited and hurriedly encouraged several sword cultivators to carry Liu Yunqing and fly to Jiu Ku Peak, while others followed closely with Zhang Yunsheng on their backs.
Dong Yiyi held a transmission talisman and walked towards Jianfeng's main hall.
Song Wan'er's face was filled with disbelief. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the words and deeds of these immortals and immortal kings. She felt that the filter she had for the immortals in her heart was shattered.
The crowd gradually dispersed. Shen Yunyang got up from the ground and stood beside the orange girl. He patted the soil behind him and twisted his body from left to right, looking a little funny.
Song Wan'er didn't know where she was going to sponsor in Shifangmen. She was staring blankly at Shen Yunyang's thick eyebrows. It was also at this time that the sun was shining at noon, and she noticed that the wheat-colored skin of the man in front of her was actually covered with pimples. Inconspicuous deep or shallow scars.
The ones on the face are shallow and difficult to see clearly. Looking down, the color on the right hand holding the sword is finer and darker, which is even clearer in today's bright light.
"Is this...?" Without paying attention, she asked the doubts in her heart.
After hearing her own voice, Song Wan'er covered her mouth in shock and apologized: "No, I meant... yes..." She blinked awkwardly and couldn't help but look to both sides.
She shouldn't poke other people's sore spots...
After a breath, she felt a little relieved. The girl in orange said warmly: "I'm sorry... I shouldn't be like this."
But Shen Yunyang seemed not to know what she was talking about. He also opened his big eyes and raised his thick eyebrows, with a comforting smile on his lips: "Huh? What? Is this right?"
Song Wan'er raised her eyes and happened to catch the smile hidden in his eyes, as hot as the scorching sun.
That person spoke frankly about the past.
"Are you talking about the scars on my body? Those are the results of my battles when I learned the sword. The Burning Evil Sword burns evil. If it doesn't burn all the black spots on my body as a sword wielder, how can I? Let it accompany me to burn a hole in the black cloth under the sky."
"Black cloth...burn a hole..."
There was nothing about Shen Yunyang's description, it was so simple that even a child crawling on the street could understand most of it.
But she saw a long-lost sunny day.
