Chapter 28

Before the Sifei Sword, Changming once had a sword named Chun Chao.

In spring, the clouds are high and the morning sun is magnificent. The word "spring" expresses the sword master's high spirits in the first half of his life.

He inherited the Yuhuang Temple in his early years. Due to his outstanding talent and outstanding cultivation, he promoted the Taoist temple and even became one of the major Taoist sects. Everyone who saw Chang Ming was respectfully called "Zhenren" or "Tao Zun". Many monks pursued this throughout their lives. It's just these glory and strength.

But Changming did not stop because of this. He left Taoism and switched to Buddhism. Before leaving, he left the Chun Chao Sword to his disciple Yun Weisi. He left his hands empty and took nothing with him until he later refined the Sifei Sword himself.

This sword was taken to the Ten Thousand Gods Mountain by him, but it did not accompany him into the abyss.

Zhou Youyou could say that the Sifei Sword probably fell to Yun Weisi.

Now his words are confirmed.

This sword is indeed in Yun Weisi's hand.

Because the opponent used Sifei Sword to kill him.

"Stop!" Chen Ting lost his voice.

He was too far away to stop him in time.

The sword penetrated Chang Ming's body, and the tip of the sword was exposed from the back.

But Chang Ming actually didn't move, and his face didn't even show the slightest bit of pain.

He even laughed out loud, raising his eyebrows slightly with a sarcastic look on his face.

"You use my sword to kill me?"

All things have spirits, and so does the sword.

The Sifei Sword cannot bite the master no matter what.

Naturally, Yun Weisi couldn't kill him with this sword.

Pulling out the sword, Yun Weisi did not know what to do, and the sword disappeared from his hand.

"You are not qualified to hold this Sifei Sword now."

He told Chang Ming, his cold tone stating the facts, but there was no trace of love and hatred between master and disciple.

Chang Ming nodded: "Indeed."

Yun Weisi said coldly: "I didn't expect that after so many years of not seeing you, you would become so weak. Now you are not worthy of me calling me Master."

There was no sadness on Chang Ming's face, but he smiled and said: "I should be the one to say this. I haven't seen you for many years, how come you have fallen to Jiuchongyuan? The leader of the Taoist sect becomes the master of Jiuchongyuan. It seems that there is nothing worthwhile." Proud."

Yun Weisi didn't say a word, and he went straight to Changming to catch him.

He can still kill Chang Ming without using Sifei Sword.

The latter was already on guard. When he saw this, he jumped up and held the glazed golden bead staff in front of him. The two of them fought for ten rounds in an instant.

With Chang Ming's strength, the outcome was inevitable, but Chang Ming could feel that Yun Weisi's cultivation seemed to be limited by some kind of power, even not as good as Yun Hai before - even though they were originally the same person.

Although Yun Weisi still remembers his relationship with Chang Ming, he wants to kill him as soon as he takes action.

Yun Hai acted with no scruples and acted according to his own preferences, but he knew nothing about the relationship between the two.

What exactly did his great disciple experience in the Nine Layers Abyss in the past?

Naturally, Chen Ting couldn't just watch Chang Ming being killed, so he quickly intervened and stood in the middle.

"Fellow Daoist Yun, I have something to say. We just fought side by side through life and death, how come we turned into enemies in the blink of an eye? There must be some misunderstanding..."

Yun Weisi: "Get out of the way."

Invisible pressure rushed towards him, Chen Ting took half a step back and stood still.

"Step aside."

Yun Weisi said again, this time he moved his wrist slightly and directly revealed the Sifei Sword.

The Sifei Sword can't kill Changming, but that doesn't mean it can't touch Chen Ting.

Chen Ting looked surprised. He didn't know about Sifei Sword, but he found that the sword in the opponent's hand was emitting amazing sword energy, and he was ready to look for the sacrificial sword.

"Fellow Daoist Yun, can you listen to me..."

"There's no time."

Yun Weisi suddenly said.

This sentence had no beginning or end and seemed very strange. Chen Ting didn't know how to answer it for a moment.

Having said that, Yun Weisi took action directly, with the posture of a man blocking a murderer and a Buddha blocking a murderer.

Chen Ting had no choice but to use Guyue Sword to fight.

A few people had just finished dealing with Fu Xiaoshan, and before they could even take a breath, they had to take action again.

The glazed golden beaded staff hit the ground hard, and a sea of ​​fire instantly appeared between the two of them and Yun Weisi.

"Walk!"

When Chang Ming sounded, Chen Ting turned around to wield his sword without hesitation, not forgetting to grab Chang Ming. The two of them flew towards the small bridge on the other side where the water droplets separated.

Yun Weisi chased after him, Chang Ming turned around and used his Zen staff to shoot out a few Zen sounds. The golden swastikas were layered on top of each other, instantly forming a barrier, blocking Yun Weisi from stepping forward.

The small bridge is just around the corner, and at the end of the bridge is a rock waterfall.

The two had no choice but to rush behind the waterfall.

As soon as you approach the bridge, you can feel the water vapor coming towards your face.

It's not an illusion.

There was a faint cave entrance behind the waterfall, which was not clearly visible, so Chen Ting did not dare to rush in hastily.

Changming's heart moved and he made a decision immediately.

"Come in!"

Yun Weisi, who was chasing after him, saw the two of them rushing towards the back of the waterfall. His expression changed slightly and he actually stopped.

The two of them disappeared behind the waterfall. He thought for a moment, put away the Sifei Sword, and entered the waterfall.

The sound of the water was loud, like the Milky Way pouring down, cascading thousands of miles.

Chen Ting felt that his ears were completely covered by the sound of water, his eyes were full of water, and he could not even open his eyes. His flying sword completely lost its effect, and his spiritual power could not be used instantly. He could only reluctantly walk forward, stumbling.

He subconsciously reached out to grab Chang Ming beside him, but his grasp was empty. He had no choice but to follow his intuition. After an unknown amount of time, the water pouring down finally disappeared, but there was still a lingering sound in his ears, as if the waterfall had not yet stopped.

Far.

Chen Ting wiped his face and looked around, but he found no trace of the waterfall. Instead, he looked around the wilderness. In front of him was an archway with a letter to Chuitian City.

Not far away, Chang Ming was leaning on a stone, his eyes half closed, as if he was concentrating with his eyes closed.

And Yun Weisi, who had been chasing after her just now, was still missing.

Chen Ting breathed a sigh of relief and walked over.

"Fellow Taoist Changming, are you okay?"

Chang Ming shook his head slightly, did not speak, and did not open his eyes.

Chen Ting saw that his face was pale and pale, he must have been seriously injured, but he did not do anything to heal the injury.

"I learned a little bit about medicine when I was in the master's school. If you don't mind it, fellow Taoist, why don't you let me show it to you?"

When he first met Xu Jingxian, Chen Ting subconsciously classified Chang Ming as a demon cultivator like Xu Jingxian. Now he naturally knows that it was a misunderstanding. Someone who can use the glazed golden bead staff and the Guyue Sword cannot be a demon cultivator.

.

Although Chang Ming claimed to be a casual cultivator, there were many cultivators in the world, and there were many reclusive masters with great backgrounds or very powerful disciples who did not want to be exposed. Since the other party did not say much, Chen Ting was considerate and did not ask any more questions.

"Didn't you notice?"

Changming opened his eyes and said slowly, "Look at your inner breath now. Do you still have half of your spiritual power?"

Chen Ting was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed drastically.

He really didn't think much about it just now. He only felt weak and heavy when he was injured and exhausted.

"What's going on? We've been poisoned?!"

All the spiritual energy in the body seemed to have been sucked away, becoming completely clean and completely gone.

"Sword rises!"

Chen Ting threw Guyue Sword and made a sword technique.

The sword drew an arc in mid-air and plunged straight into the soil.

Chen Ting:......

"Am I dreaming? Are we in an illusion again?"

He was in a daze, fearing that a daughter's kingdom would suddenly appear somewhere and want to arrest him into the palace.

"This should be the Eighth Abyss, and the waterfall we saw should be the Chuitian Waterfall."

Changming coughed twice and remembered what Yun Weisi had just said.

Yun Weisi said, there is no time.

The daytime belongs to Yun Weisi, and the night belongs to the sea of ​​clouds.

The sky above our heads is still far away from the dark night. Yun Weisi said that there is not much time, not because the sea of ​​clouds will come out soon, but because he is afraid that Chang Ming and the others will enter the Chuitian Waterfall first.

"If you and I became mortal through that waterfall, then surely everyone else did too."

Including Yun Weisi.

If true, that would be interesting.

What will it be like when everyone in the eighth abyss is an ordinary person and no longer differentiates themselves based on their cultivation level?

Naturally, his unfilial disciple couldn't kill him either.

Chen Ting asked: "Then if we can go out, will our cultivation be restored?"

Chang Ming: "When Taoist Fellow Yun comes after me, can you ask him?"

Chen Ting:......

Seeing Chang Ming reluctantly get up, he subconsciously reached out to help him, only to find that there was a long slash from his back shoulder to his arm. The blood had dried up, but the traces left behind were even more ferocious.

Chen Ting felt pain when he saw it.

He asked cautiously: "Are you really okay, or else I will carry you?"

"No need."

It was natural for Chang Ming to feel pain, and he even found that while his cultivation was improving rapidly, the pain he felt when he was injured would be more severe than usual.

But these are all tolerable.

And it may not be safe here.

"Let's go into the city first and find a place to rest before we talk."

When Chen Ting saw him using the Zen staff as a crutch, he twitched the corner of his mouth and wanted to say something, but he held it back.

The treasure of the Qingyun Temple...forget it, there are no bald donkeys here anyway.

After passing the archway, the two of them walked a few miles and finally saw people.

Not only is it crowded, it's also quite lively.

Chen Ting almost wanted to rub his eyes.

"Are they...going to the market?"

He was indeed right. The scattered vendors and the crowds of people coming and going were the common sights in cities in various countries on the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year.

However, this is Jiuchongyuan.

Those who sell and buy things have become monks.

It's normal if you think about it.

When everyone here has lost their spiritual power, and everyone is also an ordinary person, the method of distinguishing the strong and weak by practicing martial arts is no longer feasible. As time goes by, those who cannot get out have to consider their livelihood, and naturally they become like the people outside.

Live life.

Therefore, there are not only market inns in the city, but also people farming. There are rich people who are brightly dressed and covered in silk and satin, and there are also men and women who are not doing well and are dressed in simple and shabby clothes.

Chang Ming had no time to take a closer look, and the pain from the wound made him break into a cold sweat.

Chen Ting quickly helped him into a nearby inn.

Staying in an inn here also costs money. When the waiter met, he asked: "Do you two gentlemen have enough money?"

Chen Ting: "What is that?"

The waiter smiled and said: "Accommodation and food in this city cost a lot of money. If you don't have it, please give me your valuables. I will take them to the pawn shop, calculate the price, and I will give you back the excess."

Chen Ting: "What valuable things do you charge?"

Guy: "Of course it's a magical weapon, such as Lang Jun's sword."

Chen Ting: "After entering here, won't all magic weapons and spiritual weapons be useless?"

Guy: "Having said that, these things are still valuable. One day when you go out, they will be worth a hundred times. On the contrary, if you stay here for a day, you have to eat, drink and have sex like an ordinary person. I think I was still the same when I came here ten years ago."

Aren’t the famous masters still working here as waiters?"

Chen Ting had nothing to say.

Naturally, he couldn't pawn the Guyue Sword, and Chang Ming couldn't take out the glazed golden bead staff. The two sides were in a stalemate.

The waiter saw that Chang Ming was injured, so he didn't panic and waited for them to give in.

"You two, don't say I didn't warn you. It's okay now that it's daytime. But when it gets dark and you two can't find a place to stay, it will be in danger."

Chen Ting frowned and took it as a false threat from the waiter: "How can you say this?"

Just as the other party was about to speak, someone came in from outside.

"I'll pay them."

…

Yun Weisi looked up at the sky.

The sky is clear and the sun is bright, cloudless.

But the person he wanted to kill was lost.

Chuitian Waterfall is the place he hates most in Jiuchongyuan.

Because here, all spiritual power will disappear and everyone will become an ordinary person.

If you want to leave, you have to wait until the right time, place, and people are available.

In order to kill Chang Ming, he came in.

A low groan came from the palm of my hand.

It was a sound that only he could hear.

Like a dragon roaring.

But he knew that it was not a dragon.

But the sword chant of Sifei Sword.

Si Fei Jian rarely makes any movement, even if it is driven by him, it is just like an arm moving its fingers, making no sound.

But after meeting Jiufang Changming today, he had an unprecedented reaction.

Yun Weisi moved his wrist slightly, and he held the dark long sword.

The inscription glows slightly, as if meeting an old friend reunited after a long absence.

He knew that Sifei Sword once belonged to Jiufang Changming.

But Yun Weisi felt that the other party was no longer qualified to possess this sword.

Why does Si Fei Sword react like this?

The past events are vivid in my mind.

He remembered Jiufang Changming, and he remembered that he became a disciple and then broke up with him, and in the end the two of them took different paths.

He also remembered that he must kill him, no matter how far in the world he was.

As time goes by, all memories gradually fade away, but this belief remains.

He didn't expect that not long after he woke up from seclusion, the other party would come to his door.

That's all, in Chuitian Waterfall, it's just a little more troublesome and not in the way.

But, why does Sifei Sword make a low cry that is almost mournful?

Yun Weisi looked at the golden inscriptions on the sword that flickered in and out without sadness or joy.

"He is no longer worthy of using you, but you are still reluctant to kill him?"

Si Feijian naturally would not answer.

Yun Weisi didn't need to answer.

He strode forward.

You must find the bright light in all directions before it gets dark.

…

"Fellow Daoist Xu!"

A long drought brings sweet rain, and old friends meet in a foreign land.

Chen Ting was filled with surprises, and his mood at this moment was no less than that of Gan Lin and his old friend.

Xu Jingxian is still the pretty woman dressed in purple.

Even the enchanting aura while walking has not changed.

Chen Ting was a little shy at first, but now he feels more friendly.

At least Xu Jingxian is still a human being, much more approachable than Fu Xiaoshan with eight legs or Meng Li with no lower body.

Xu Jingxian looked at him with a look of disgust, then turned to Chang Ming, making him affectionate and considerate.

"Minglang, fortunately you are fine. Do you miss the slave family?"

Chang Ming: "You give me the money first."

Xu Jingxian:......

She took out a few coins, handed them to the clerk, and waved her hand grandly.

"I want two upper rooms!"

Going to the house is really going to the house.

The bedding smells of being ironed, even the drinking water has been warmed in advance, and the furnishings are no less than those of a wealthy family's house in a capital city outside.

Chen Ting still had the heart to admire it for a few times, but Chang Ming's vision went dark and almost fell over.

Fortunately, Xu Jingxian had sharp eyes and stretched out his hand to lift the person into his arms.

"Why is Minglang so injured?!"

Chen Ting: ...Look at what I did, it wasn’t me who hit you.

Xu Jingxian actually brought medicine for wounds with her. While applying medicine to Chang Ming, she listened to Chen Ting talk about how they fought against Fu Xiaoshan. When she heard Yun Hai suddenly attack them, she couldn't help but curl her lips.

"I have long seen that he is not a good person!"

"You were fascinated by his appearance at first and wanted to have sex with him overnight."

After Chang Ming finished speaking, he immediately groaned.

Xu Jingxian deliberately increased the intensity.

"That was also the beginning!"

Chen Ting was not in the mood to joke, he was more concerned about the problems of Tianchui City.
Chapter completed!