Behind Sanyin City, the mountains are looming amid the clouds and mist.
On one of the most beautiful and magnificent mountains, there is a gorgeous pavilion that stands alone in the world.
In the pavilion, Gu Xun'er was walking around anxiously outside the house.
After another moment of burning incense, the door finally opened, and Gu Xun'er walked in impatiently.
Han Xuan was lying on the bed quietly with his eyes closed. His abdomen was covered with nearly a hundred silver needles.
Moreover, each silver needle was coated with medicinal liquid, which was tempered by streams of green internal energy and continued to flow towards Han Xuan's abdomen.
While Gu Xun'er held Han Xuan's hand and used her inner strength to explore Han Xuan's condition, she asked the old man at the door, "Elder Dan, how is his condition?"
This Elder Dan is the elder of the Tianxian Pavilion who specializes in the production of elixirs and the collection of heavenly materials and earthly treasures. He is also one of the oldest ones. When the Tianxian Pavilion was first established, he followed Gu Xun'er.
Elder Dan twirled his beard, pondered for a long time, and said, "The physique of the Pavilion Master is extremely strange. I looked carefully for a long time, and I can only see that he seems to be a third-level cultivation?"
Gu Xun'er nodded and said, "His cultivation level is poor to begin with. It would be good if he has a third level."
When Elder Dan heard this, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and then he said, "In that case, let me tell you straight away, he should have been practicing an extremely weird and powerful technique just now, but he His body and cultivation were simply unable to support the operation of such exercises, so he could only forcibly deplete his spirit and the entire meridians of his Dantian. Fortunately, he stopped the operation of the exercises in time. He had a headache because of the excessive mental depletion. It's so big that it can't be endured for a while.
But the most important thing is that his Dantian meridians have completely collapsed. Unless he can collect some restorative treasures, he may never be able to practice martial arts again in this life. There is no reserve of this kind of medicinal materials in the sect, and the three resurrection flowers collected in the early years were all squandered while treating several elders. I'll go back and discuss it with a few elders to see if we can come up with another idea. "
Gu Xun'er was stunned for a moment, looking at the profile of Han Xuan lying on the bed, he couldn't help but sigh, "Forget it, this is your retribution, who asked you to think about these ghost sword moves every day, don't listen I should practice my skills well."
Seeing that almost all the liquid on the silver needle was absorbed by Han Xuan, Elder Dan waved his hand and put all the silver needles into his sleeves, "His current condition is basically stable. He will be fine after a good two days of rest. But he can’t study this sword move anymore, otherwise he may go crazy and be in danger of his life!”
After saying that, Elder Dan turned and left.
Gu Xun'er carefully held Han Xuan's calloused hand and used her inner strength to follow the meridians in his body to explore his condition.
The meridians all over the warrior's body originate from the Dantian, which can be regarded as the source of the warrior's power. However, at this moment, Han Xuan's Dantian was almost a mess.
His cultivation level is already low, no more than the third level, and the power of Qi and blood is all over the muscles and bones of the whole body. He only needs to polish the meridians, and then gather the power of Qi and blood in the Dantian to generate the golden elixir, and then he can step into the fourth level.
However, at this moment, the meridians in his Dantian were all broken. Even if the medicinal liquid that Elder Dan had just sent into his body was attached to the meridians for treatment, it would be of no avail.
After all, meridians that have been broken once are inherently fragile. How can they be restored to their original state so that they can once again carry the power of Qi and blood?
Not long after, Han Xuan woke up.
He subconsciously tightened his grip and realized that the touch on his hand was not the wooden sword he held every day, but a white and pure woman's hand.
Gu Xun'er subconsciously pulled her hand back, and her earlobes turned red.
"You...you're awake!"
Han Xuan looked at Gu Xun'er's face, and couldn't help but feel some inexplicable emotions lingering in his heart.
It seems that I have never noticed Gu Xun'er's face before. It seems to be a little red. Is it always there in the past?
Han Xuan asked, "Where is my sword?"
When Gu Xun'er heard this, the corners of her mouth suddenly dropped, "Don't you even look at what you looked like on the street today? You've almost killed yourself with sword practice, and you still want to practice!"
Han Xuan rubbed his forehead and carefully began to recall his memories before coma.
Gu Xun'er carefully looked at Han Xuan's thoughtful expression and said in a low voice, "Tell me the truth, why are you protecting me today? I can obviously beat up those guys myself, but you still rush at me?" Before...except my master, no one did this to me..."
Gu Xun'er's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally she buried her head.
Han Xuan thought for a while and said, "I don't know why. At that time, I felt that I should stand up. This feeling is very strange. I have never felt it before. Also, my mood is always very calm when I practice swordsmanship. My heart was calm, but I was a little angry at that time. By the way, do you still remember the sword moves I used at that time?"
Gu Xun'er first smiled when he heard this, then immediately frowned and thought for a long time.
With her strength as an eighth-grade warrior, she had a photographic memory for most things. However, now that she recalled Han Xuan's sword moves at that time, she could only see them in the fog. She could not recall the changes and tracks of his sword moves in detail, and her memory. At that time, Han Xuan's whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making it blurry.
Gu Xun'er picked up Han Xuan's wooden sword from behind, made gestures in his hand for a long time, and finally said helplessly, "I can't imitate it. You were in a very strange state at the time. I couldn't see clearly the sword moves you used. I just remember to give It feels very strange to me, and it’s not like any sword move I’ve seen used by any swordsman.”
Han Xuan thought about it carefully and said, "I remember that at that time, I suddenly thought of a former... friend in my mind. In a trance, I returned to the day when she left. At that time, I I made a decision that I don’t know whether it was right or wrong. However, I have been thinking about the right and wrong of this decision. Only today did I finally realize that the decision was not right or wrong at all, and there was no need for me to think about right or wrong. . She has gone down the mountain, and so have I."
"I don't care if you go down the mountain or not, I only care about whether your friend is a boy or a girl?"
"female."
"Okay! You can go on down your mountain! I have decided not to talk to you for a month!"
After saying that, Gu Xun'er left angrily.
Han Xuan looked at Gu Xun'er's back and shouted, "My sword!"
When Gu Xun'er heard this, he said angrily, "You'd better continue to practice the move you did today, practice it to death, so that you can still think about your friend when you die, and you will have something to think about when you go to hell. No way." alone!"
The wooden sword flew straight towards Han Xuan and was inserted at the head of Han Xuan's bed, less than an inch away from his head.
And Gu Xun'er's figure had already disappeared without a trace.
At this time, Han Xuan no longer had any thoughts about the figure that had amazed the whole year. He just regarded it as a lingering fragrance of the past. When he smelled it carefully, he felt it was dull.
But when he held the wooden sword, he kept thinking of his emotions when he was standing in front of Gu Xun'er.
What kind of emotion is that?
Han Xuan couldn't figure it out. He just smelled the faint fragrance left on his hand and couldn't help but put it to his nose.
That was the lingering fragrance of holding Gu Xun'er's hand.
It seems to smell a little good.
Han Xuan sat on the bed and meditated for a long time. Every time he thought about sword moves, he always unconsciously thought of Gu Xun'er's smile, which made him unable to concentrate on thinking. This was something that had never happened before.
It was at this time that Han Xuan realized that the two had been getting along for many years.
Looking at the direction Gu Xun'er left, Han Xuan was silent for a long time.
Otherwise, if I go shopping with her, maybe I can still find the inspiration for that sword.
…
Yongzhou, Imperial Palace.
At this time, the entire hall was covered by a sea of blood. Zhou Ruoxiao was sitting cross-legged in it, with a bloody lotus flower blooming very coquettishly under him. Countless faces flashed on it from time to time, as if the ghosts of the dead were still lingering.
Above the main hall, the Human Emperor Sword hangs high, but at this time, there is no trace of peace and harmony in the Human Emperor Sword. The whole body is dark and evil.
Not long after, Zhou Ruoxiao breathed out to brighten his eyesight, and the lotus flower under his body rotated once, and all the blood-colored ocean was absorbed into his body.
"The blood energy has been low recently. This is not good. It seems that Yan Mo has been lazy on the front line recently."
Zhou Ruoxiao's blood-colored narrow eyes narrowed slightly, as if he thought of something, he raised his hand and held the Human Emperor Sword in his palm.
You can clearly see a little star twinkling on the hilt of the sword, which is particularly conspicuous in the darkness.
"Even if you are a human emperor, you still can't control this sword. You are too shabby to be a human emperor! There are also methods that Emperor Jiang left on the sword. Even now, you can't remove it. Could it be that you Aren’t you afraid that this is Emperor Jiang’s plan to stay and take your life one day in the future?”
A strange voice sounded from behind Zhou Ruoxiao. The words were full of temptation and evil, as if an evil ghost was whispering, trying to lure people to hell step by step.
Zhou Ruoxiao snorted coldly, slapped his chest with his backhand, and then clasped it hard with his five fingers, and he tore off the flesh and blood wrapped in black energy.
Zhou Ruoxiao didn't care about the blood dripping on his chest. He sneered at the mass of flesh and blood wrapped in black air. Just staring at it, countless voices chirped in his mind.
"If you don't remove the restrictions on the Human Emperor's Sword today, Emperor Jiang will come back tomorrow!"
"Is Emperor Jiang really dead? Aren't you afraid of his resurrection?"
"I've seen the future. You can't become a ninth-grade person, nor can you become an immortal!"
"Are there really immortals in this world? No!"
…
Zhou Ruoxiao clenched his five fingers tightly, and the flesh, flesh and black energy instantly turned into nothingness, and all the voices in his mind disappeared.
"Annoying bugs!"
Zhou Ruoxiao frowned in disgust. As he continued to improve his cultivation with Immortal Killing Art, the frequency of inner demons in his body grew faster and faster.
"It seems that it's time for me to go out for a walk, but before that, I need to find a suitable person to guard here for me."
Zhou Ruoxiao murmured softly, then waved back, and the Xuanzi guard silently appeared behind him.
"Help me bring Chen Dong over."
"yes!"
