"I don't know... I felt very uncomfortable just now, as if someone grabbed my heart and took it out from my chest."
Song Wan'er was a little scared, tightened her arms, and hid behind Shen Yunyang's neck to avoid the wind.
Chuntao responded quietly in her heart: "Miss, I didn't feel it!"
Shen Yunyang only practices swordsmanship, but he doesn't know what pain is and what disease it is.
He could only use his hands to block the wind on Song Wan'er's shoulders, and then made a secret gesture to speed up the sword control.
"We have to hurry up. I'm afraid your senior sister Tong and the others have already arrived."
"Well, listen to senior brother."
Warm breath hit the back of his neck.
Shen Yunyang took a deep breath.
"Junior sister Wan'er, can you relax your arms? I'm having trouble breathing."
The tips of Song Wan'er's ears turned slightly red, and she responded softly: "Okay, senior brother."
…
Zhang Yunsheng was dressed in red, rustling in the wind, and beside him stood a monk in red, standing upright.
Holding a silver sword in his hand, the monk in red stood in the desert, looking back at the black tower in the distance with a trace of sadness in his eyes.
"Yun Sheng, have you made your decision? In fact, you don't need to accompany me back. You are not a demon cultivator. No matter where you appear, no one will care about you."
Liu Yunqing turned his head, with a glimmer of light in his eyes, it was a sword cultivator whose love was deep and inseparable.
Zhang Yunsheng's eyes were slightly cold.
The next moment, she stepped forward and grabbed the man's neck, quietly exerting force, tapping her toes, and biting his lips fiercely.
Zhang Yunsheng's breathing was long and heavy, and his fingers were about to crush the man's throat. With his other hand, he held his chin, and his soft tongue lingered.
In the golden sands of the desert, red shirts danced in the wind under the sun, and through the silk threads woven by needlework, they looked like wedding robes on their bodies.
"Huh... Yun Sheng..." Liu Yunqing took the initiative to end the kiss.
"I know, I was the one who said too much."
…
Qi Wu ran out all the way, and the Sword Sect disciples on both sides now greeted him enthusiastically, "Congratulations to the Fifth Young Master on his promotion to Nascent Soul!"
"The fifth young master is so awesome! Let me tell you that our fifth young master is definitely not a mediocre person! Only by enduring hardship can we become a master!"
"Hey, Fifth Young Master, what are you going to do? Why are you in such a hurry? Do you need us to go with you?!"
Qi Wu suddenly stopped when he heard this greeting.
He remembers...
Before Jiang Su entered the tower, she seemed to have told her little senior sister not to come to our Sword Sect. Why is this?
"Is Miss Dong from Shifang Sect in the sect?" He turned around and asked several people.
"No, I didn't hear that Miss Dong is here."
Qi Wulue meditated, and finally said: "If you are free, come to the Demon-Suppressing Temple with me."
There were only three or two sword cultivators around. After hearing this, they all followed Qi Wu, "Okay! Fifth Young Master, no matter what you want to do! We will follow you!"
They were not stupid, they had heard about the medical fairy daughter.
They are also waiting here, waiting for an opportunity to repay their kindness to their fifth son. Those who practice swordsmanship are like soldiers. They must have a bold heart and be loyal and courageous, so that they can use the sword with openness.
Qi Wu did not let them down.
Sword masters of the Sword Sect must repay kindness.
"Let's go to the Black Tower."
…
The number of people Wang Jia saw in Dao Zong seemed to be much less than usual. Even though she was holding a large Dao Bell, only a few people gathered together after hearing the sound.
"Where have all the people from the Sword Sect gone?"
…
Xiao Shiyu had a total of eight storage bags hanging on his body, tied with a rope, and behind him was a giant storage bag that was half a person tall.
The person beside him wielding the dagger was none other than Shen Qingyuan of the Shen family.
Shen Qingyuan's body was clean, but seven or eight big fish fell from the long string hanging from her waist.
It was Jiang Su who gave them the fish and goods in a certain seaside village.
"Boss Xiao, I think that with the speed you and I are going to, if we go to Roland City, it will probably take seven days. We might as well just knock these fish out and throw them into the storage bag as dead objects."
Shen Qingyuan had a rope tied around her waist, which made her flying in the air always a little unstable. Sometimes, even when a cold wind blew by, she always felt like she would... fall to the ground with the wind.
"Boss Shen, these fish-people are still humans after all. In this world, as long as they are humans, they will need money and have the desire for money. If they steal a few spiritual stones, we will eat them.
Big loss, don’t look back if you can’t come up with the price to redeem Jiang Su.”
This time Xiao Shiyu planned to use the money earned from selling fish blood in stock to directly buy Jiang Su's life.
He didn't believe it. Doesn't the Zhenmo Temple need to give the Buddha and Bodhisattva a golden body? If not, he could inlay all the Buddhist niches with a layer of gold.
"Just ask these monks, if they don't use spiritual stones, then their Buddha doesn't need them either?! I don't believe it. How dare they arrest Jiang Su?!"
…
Fang Zhe was walking alone on the desert. A series of footprints were left in the sand and disappeared without a trace with the breeze.
He had never felt so lonely.
In the past, he could not recall the past, and even calming down to really think about things was out of reach.
Now that he is back to being the young master in red, he no longer has the Infernal Teaching, nor... that little medical cultivator.
He thought that he was not willing to walk the road to eternal life alone.
At a certain moment recently, he suddenly realized that there seemed to be some extra fragments in his memory, which were his own past with his junior brother and a young boy.
The young boy was dressed in black, used a sword as a sword, and learned half of his sword skills. He was called the White Sword Ghost King Ga.
Fang Zhe knew Wang Jia, but Wang Jia didn't seem to be the same as he remembered.
"Suddenly there is a memory... Is this person a junior medical practitioner?"
The person here who is most familiar with Jiang Su is Fang Zhe.
"Will she be scared in the black tower? She can't see. How can she go up to the 18th floor of the black tower?"
"Has she really learned the Infernal Sword Technique? How long can she last with the Thirty-Six Tiangang Styles..."
Fang Zhe whispered in a low voice, his mind racing.
Seeing the black tower spire in the distance, he directly used his body skills and quickly wanted to fly away. Unexpectedly, he was stopped by someone, who was a ghost under the lamp.
"Where are you going, monk?"
The ghosts under the lamp are a kind of shadow demon. They are dressed in black and have no human form. They will live in the shadows of monks and practice. They have no nausea and will silently hide in their shadows as followers of the monks.
And they often follow extremely powerful monks.
Fang Zhe looked at the ghost under the lamp who suddenly stopped him and stopped in place.
"Save people."
The ghostly black yarn dances under the lamp, wrapping lightly around Fang Zhe's hand.
"Be careful. Although this situation can be solved, it may scare the people in heaven."
Shadows are everywhere, in the sky and on the earth.
Fang Zhe narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his head to face the hot and dazzling sunlight. He grabbed the ghost under the lamp and threw it behind him.
"It doesn't matter, heaven is a foreign land to me. Only when I'm in a familiar place can I feel at ease."
