But he was also vague and knew that he would go back and walk towards the fortress. He had to fight again. There were his students, Niu Niu, Xiaohu, Dazhuang, and amiable villagers. He lived here for three years. He really treated these villagers as intimate, and he could not fall down. He was covered in blood, carrying a magic sword and stationed at the magic sword, and moving forward slowly. However, his injuries were too serious. After a series of charges, he was exhausted. In addition, there was another fierce battle that was evenly matched, and his injuries were intensified. It was a miracle that he could go so far.

The heavy rain was still falling, and a figure kept walking hard in the rain, and his consciousness became blurred. His footsteps were staggering, and the blood spit out of his mouth was washed away by the heavy rain, leaving a trace of blood behind him, leaving with the rain.

There was only one thought in his mind, he only knew that he would go back and walk towards the fortress, and he would fight again. There were his students, Niu Niu, Xiaohu, Dazhuang, and amiable villagers. He lived here for three years. He really treated these villagers as intimate, and he could not fall down. He was covered in blood, carrying a magic sword and stationed at the magic sword, and moving forward slowly. However, his injuries were too serious. After a series of charges, he was exhausted. In addition, there was another fierce battle that was evenly matched, and his injuries were intensified. It was a miracle that he could go so far.

His eyelids were falling like a thousand pounds. He walked for several miles with strong will. His strength was exhausted. He fell into the mud until he was unconscious. He didn't know that his direction was completely opposite to the direction of the fortress. The man covered in blood fell down, and he held a long sword tightly in his hand, living with it and death with it.

The heavy rain fell, perhaps because God felt that he was owed this clan, and did not let him die suddenly in the wilderness. In the vast rain, a caravan appeared here.

"There is someone there." The carriage-driven groom pointed at the person lying in the mud and came to a larger carriage and reported to the owner of the caravan.

When he opened the car window, a middle-aged man followed the direction pointed by the groom, and vaguely saw a figure. The middle-aged man was dressed in Central Plains costume, frowned and said, "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you go and save the person?"

"But, the head of the family, there is such an unknown person in this vast grassland. Is it inappropriate to rescue this person?" A guard walked up and said.

"What's wrong? Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Why don't you go quickly?" the middle-aged man shouted.

"Yes." The guard nodded, called a few people to walk forward, and raised the people who fell in the mud.

A group of mothers and sons who heard the noise in the carriage woke up and happened to see several young men carrying back by the guards. They were extremely shocked. This was a white man, his face was extremely pale, covered with scars, and he was holding a sword tightly in his hand, not letting go. The woman covered the boy's eyes and prevented him from seeing it. After all, the white young man was heartbroken.

"Master, look at this person's dress, we are from Central Plains, how could he be so seriously injured?" the woman asked.

"I don't know either." The middle-aged man sighed and said, "Carry him to be treated by the accompanying doctor."

The guards did not dare to say much, and immediately carried it to another carriage. The guards left behind pointed out the origin of the injuries on Bai Qingnian with great experience and said, "Looking at the injuries on this person, it is obvious that they are all on the knife. Moreover, after going through fierce battles, they faced many people."

"It's not that he is fighting with the barbarians?" the middle-aged man said in shock.

"I think yes, the knife wounds on his body are different from those of any sect in the Central Plains. The knife wounds are smooth and the wounds are semicircular. If there is such a gorgeous knife wound, it is obvious that he has fought with the barbarian cavalry, and only the swords of the barbarian army will have such scars." The guard said.

"Barbarian cavalry? It seems that he is a passionate man." The woman showed sadness on her face and said, "I hope the Bodhisattva can bless him through the dangerous pass. In recent years, the barbarians have repeatedly invaded our Dayan border. Many knights have fallen under the iron hooves of the barbarian cavalry in order to escort the people."

"Madam, I feel difficult," the guard sighed, "This person has many injuries, and his internal organs are seriously injured. I don't know if he can survive until tomorrow."

"We will do our best to let fate and ask the doctor to give the best medicine for injury." The middle-aged man ordered: "If he could survive until tomorrow, the female Bodhisattva in Guanyin Temple might be able to save his life."

The guard took the order and left.

"Thank you, Master." After the guard left, the woman held the middle-aged man's arm and said affectionately.

"You and I are already husband and wife, why do you need to thank me? Besides, I just want to accumulate more good deeds for our children now, hoping that he can grow up safely." The middle-aged man looked at the little boy who was sleeping again, and the soft color in his eyes could not be concealed.

"It's hard for you, for me and the children." The woman's endless softness.

The caravan came out again, and the heavy rain covered the endless love words in the carriage.

The caravan advanced in the rain, and finally when the rain stopped and the first ray of sunshine appeared in the sky, they arrived at the destination. This was a small city with many people in the city, and all the caravans who passed by came here to rest. The people of the Central Plains, who were originally incompatible with the barbarians, were unexpectedly harmonious here.

Outside a temple, several people looked very embarrassed, covered in mud, and hurriedly carried a white young man towards the temple. The white young man was also mud, unable to see his face clearly. His injuries were too serious. The casual doctor in the caravan was powerless. Fortunately, there was no way out, so they came to a temple.

There is a female Bodhisattva living in the temple. She has a very high medical skills and often treats injured people. The temple is not very big, but it is full of incense and sounds. The people in the temple are all women. When they saw the injured person sent, they arranged for someone to take him to a wing room. The caravan who sent the injured person to hand him over to the temple and left.

The blood and sludge could not be covered. The weak breath and heavy injuries made the monks in the temple helpless. They decided to notify the woman with high medical skills.

The woman who rushed over was wearing white clothes like snow. The woman's face was covered with a veil, and she couldn't see her overall appearance. She was slender and slender, as carefully carved as fairy jade, with a cool temperament, as snowy skin, and frost, but she did not give people the feeling of being kept from thousands of miles away, but instead she had a sacred beauty.

The man on the bed breathed, but it was more and more difficult. Even though the injury was so heavy, no pain could be seen on his face. As the mud was wiped clean, the extremely familiar face was revealed, and the female Bodhisattva stood at the door in shock and then walked in.

The female nun who was responsible for wiping the mud on Bai Qing's body found her, wonderingly, she was about to greet her. The woman waved her hand and slowly approached the bed. Her words were trembling, saying, "You all go out! I will take care of this person myself."

"Miss Yu, this person is seriously injured. Why don't we help you? Besides, you haven't become a monk yet, will it be inappropriate to get along with a lonely man and a widow?" said a nun.

"No, I'm familiar with him, you guys go out first!" The woman in white waved her hand holding back her tears.

"We'll go down, and call us if you have any questions." Seeing that she insisted, several female nuns did not persist, turned around and closed the door and left here.

The room was quiet and there was no one. The tears in the beautiful eyes of the woman in white instantly flowed like the river water of the river, and could not stop it. Drops of clear tears fell on the white young man's cheek. If Zhang Kaifeng could open his eyes, he would have been surprised, because he was extremely familiar with the beauty in front of him. This woman was Yuxin who had disappeared for a long time. After he sent her out of the capital, he could never get news from her again. He did not expect that she would come to the grassland.

And why didn't she? She left Dayan because she wanted to find a higher way to practice the mind. She walked all over the ancient temples in Dayan, but couldn't find the legendary mind. She had no choice but to walk away from Dayan to the grassland. She accidentally came to this temple and showed the mind that had been pursuing for a long time, which made her ecstatic. The abbot here was very good. Seeing that there was a Buddha in her heart, she immediately took her here, imparting her to solve the hidden dangers in her body. With the mind, she decided to devote herself to practicing, thinking of seeing him again one day.

But four years ago, she went out to do medical treatment and finally heard about him. But it was bad news. Zhang Kaifeng, the Central Plains Demon Sword, lost the battle with the major sects and finally fell to the Burial Palace.

She thought he was dead and was discouraged. During that period, she always thought that if she didn't leave him, the ending might be different. Now that I hope to reappear, he appeared in front of her, so close, but it was another separation from life and death. Although his external injuries stopped the blood, the internal injuries were very serious.

"I finally saw you again, Kai Feng." Yuxin took off the veil, and it was still the most beautiful cheek. She had put on the veil since she thought he was dead.

"I won't let you die." Yuxin made up her mind.

After helping Zhang Kaifeng up, Yuxin began to exercise his skills, and a soft light radiated from his palms, slowly pressed onto his back, and the true energy was entered into Zhang Kaifeng's body.

The rolling true energy was like a body, and Zhang Kaifeng let out a muffled groan. When the true energy of the jade heart entered his body, he felt his extremely weak heart veins, like a candle in the wind. His internal organs were also very serious and they were already cracked.

If you want to protect your weak heart meridians, you can only consume a lot of true energy. Yuxin did not hesitate, and his skills were urged to urge him, and the powerful true energy was poured out like Zhang Kaifeng's body.

The room was silent, and there was more and more sweat dripping from Yuxin's forehead. Although she was in the realm of Transformation of God, she had outputted so much true energy for a long time, which was beyond her ability.

But even worse, Zhang Kaifeng, who was seriously injured and almost died, was much more serious than expected. Although Yuxin was at the level of the God Transformation Realm, the inner energy was limited in the end and could not hold on. When the true energy decreased instantly, the true energy in Zhang Kaifeng's body rioted instantly, causing him to let out a muffled groan, and his seven orifices suddenly bleed.

"Kai Feng." Yu Xin exclaimed, sweating on her forehead was dripping, but she could no longer hold her palm at this moment, just as she was about to deliver true energy regardless of everything.

"You're desperate, hey! You're such a fool." A gentle voice sounded, and then a female nun walked in, putting her palm on Yuxin's back, and a soft inner soul filled her whole body.

"Master Abbot." Yu Xin was surprised.

"Yeah!" The female host nodded, and her true energy turned around, and her powerful true energy rushed out. She stabilized the chaotic true energy in Zhang Kaifeng's body. After injecting the powerful true energy, a gentle true energy began to repair the internal organs and stabilize the injury.

It took two hours to stop the palm of the two. The female host was fine, but her skills were profound. However, Yuxin was different. She was only able to transform into the divine realm, and two hours almost made her exhausted.

"You are okay!" asked the female abbot.

"It's okay." Yu Xin's face was a little pale, and she had lost too much skill.

"You'd better go back and rest. The donor's injury has stabilized." said the female host.

"Abbot, I'm not tired, so please let me stay here!" Yu Xin said sincerely by wiping away the sweat from her face.

"Okay, but don't show off. Although the donor's injury has stabilized, his injuries are very serious. Although the knife wound on his body is not fatal, he has missed the best rescue time. He has lost too much blood. Whether he can survive depends on his luck." The host sighed and said.

"He will survive." Unexpectedly, Yuxin did not lose hope, and she believed that he would wake up again.

"I hope so!" A complicated look appeared in the female host's eyes. This woman had a very intelligent mind. If she was willing to break up and devote herself to practicing, she might have reached that level. It's a pity that the white young man appeared.

However, there are two meanings in her words. Maybe the man could not wake up, but she did not point it out. There are many troubled times and the world is hard to break. She also experienced a period of separation from life and death before she became a monk.

There were only two people left in the room again, one of whom was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, breathing evenly, and his frowning brows slightly loosened. The woman sat beside his bed, holding her delicate chin, and her beautiful eyes had never left his face. It had been four years, four years, in her boring practice, the figure of the sword always lingers in her heart. His eyebrows were as straight as a sharp sword tip. If those closed eyes were opened, they would definitely be able to see a surprise in his eyes, and the corners of her mouth were slightly stroked.

His eyes turned, and his eyes fell on the white silk. Yuxin's heart hurt. How energetic the man used to be, he dared to face the world alone with a sword. How did he survive from the Burial Palace, how did this white hair come from, and how did he live.

However, the young man on the bed now cannot answer her question.
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