The first thousand one hundred and fourteen chapters life is like Piaoping by the water
Tang Xuejian came back with Sedum.
Coming back with them were three fellow disciples.
It was noon when I left, and when I came back the sunset was already gradually extinguishing on the horizon.
Normally, it would take at least ten days and a half for a disciple of Divine Sword to travel far away, but this time it was very fast.
Jingtian woke up. The previous times he was injured, he was in coma for at least ten and a half days, but this time it was also very fast.
The first thing he did after waking up was to open his eyes and look at the face of Tang Xuejian who was holding him in his arms. He blinked his eyes and tensed his body to let her notice.
Tang Xuejian looked down at him, tears streaming down her face before she spoke.
"What's wrong?" Jingtian asked softly.
She just shook her head.
The light of the sword landed in the valley, and Tang Xuejian carried Jingtian all the way to his residence. He struggled, fell from her arms, and stood on the ground.
"What's wrong?" he asked again.
Senior Brother Cen and the others caught up with him, looking concerned and sad, "Jingtian, how do you feel?"
"Me? I'm okay. The Evil Sword Immortal is gone?" Jingtian replied in a muffled voice. He didn't see relaxation in the eyes of his fellow students, but only more and more heavy sorrow. He couldn't help but look inside, but he found that he couldn't.
If the meridians and soul are missing, his cultivation will be completely useless. Not only will his magic power be dissipated, but he will also no longer be able to maintain the basic skills of cultivation.
His face was expressionless, and gradually some sadness emerged from the corners of his eyes. Gradually, he frowned and tightened, and a mountain line appeared on his forehead. Gradually, his temples trembled, and his hair crown shook. He took a deep breath, and his whole body felt like
Being filled with this breath, I was so light that my body swayed, I lost my balance, and I stumbled backwards.
Jingtian didn't fall to the ground, Tang Xuejian helped him.
He lowered his head and said nothing, closed his eyes and said nothing, clenched and unclenched his fists, opened his mouth and said nothing.
Jingtian's body was trembling. Tang Xuejian wiped away his tears, straightened his face, then opened his arms and hugged Jingtian firmly.
"I'm sorry." Jingtian whispered.
"Don't talk nonsense." Tang Xuejian held his face, "You have nothing to be sorry for. It's me who is sorry for you."
"I can't help you anymore."
"It's okay, I will protect you from now on."
Jingtian remained silent. Although he never made any bold words, he was still a man who stood upright and never wanted to hide behind his daughter's house and survive. He would rather die under the evil sword than to see his incompetence seen by his sweetheart.
She looked cowardly and didn't want to hear her words of relief.
He forced a smile, and Tang Xuejian felt something bad when she saw his expression, "Don't be stupid."
"No, I won't be stupid. It's just that," he gently pushed the girl in red shirt away, "a real man was born between heaven and earth, how can he be unable to recover after a fall? Nothing will happen to me, but it is you. You have to be careful in the future."
Although this young swordsman lost all his skills, his spirit was even more heroic, which moved several of his fellow disciples.
Tang Xue smiled when she burst into tears, raised her hand to caress his cheek, her eyes were full of affection that she had never shown before, "Then you go home and wait for me, I will be back soon."
Jingtian didn't say anything and held down the iron sword at his waist. Although he was an ordinary man, he was still very chivalrous.
After a few of them went to rescue the leader and were far away, Jingtian released his hand from the hilt of the sword, his shoulders slumped, his spine relaxed, and he bowed slightly forward. He slowly stroked the scabbard,
Singing loudly, he turned around and walked step by step towards the living cabin.
Such a journey was only half a mile, and he walked for a quarter of an hour.
After entering the room, he went straight to pick up the wooden box on the bedside, opened the box on the bedside, took out a cloth bag from under a pile of clothes, counted out five pieces of broken silver, about four taels, and carefully stuffed it into his pocket.
After taking the bag, he immediately went out and walked slowly out of the valley.
After he left the valley, he didn't go far. He went to the town outside the valley, entered a restaurant in a remote place, ordered two jiao of rice wine, and asked for a stack of braised beef.
There are not many customers in the shop. At this time, everything in the world is in ruins, and it is rare to find a place to drink.
What's even more rare is that the rice wine here is full of flavor, soft but not astringent, with a sweet aftertaste, like drinking clear water. He took a pair of kuaizi, put a piece of beef in his mouth, chewed it slowly, took a sip of rice wine, and his Adam's apple jumped. Swallow it.
He was sitting by the window in the lobby. It was dark at this time, the lights were bright, the stars and the moon were bright, the streets were silvery, and the oranges and beans were red. Sedum turned his head and looked at the worldly scene, feeling a little crazy for a moment.
The sword fight with the Evil Sword Immortal felt unbearable at the time, as if a thousand years had passed in a blink of an eye. Looking back now, it seems like it was yesterday. Thinking back to yesterday, he was so high-spirited, thinking that he had mastered the essence of swordsmanship, and he should do something great in the future. It is good to repay the world. But what will happen to this land now?
After drinking two horns of wine, the cup and plate were in a mess, he was extremely tired, so he hugged the wooden box and fell asleep under the eucalyptus.
After not sleeping for a long time, the shopkeeper of the restaurant came forward and gently pushed him awake. The old shopkeeper bowed his waist and said politely, "Sir, we are about to go overseas. If you want to rest, you can go to the guest room upstairs."
"No need, shopkeeper, just pay the bill." Jingtian's eyes were red from sleep, his mind was groggy, and he felt even sleepier than before going to bed, but he still managed to cheer up.
He was checking out here when someone suddenly called him from behind. It was a man. Jingtian looked back and saw that the man quickly came down the stairs and came closer. He could only see clearly in the lights in the lobby. It turned out that he had met during the day. Xu Changqing, an abandoned disciple of Shu Mountain.
"Fellow Taoist, we meet again."
"Fellow Daoist Xu, it turns out to be you. This is Jingtian."
When the two met, it was clear that there was no friendship at all, but they seemed to be old acquaintances.
Xu Changqing was waiting in Shenjian Town, waiting for Shenjian Sect to accept his disciples, but he still refused to give up. But Jingtian wanted to leave from Shenjian Sect and go to a place where no one knew him and no one could find him.
Jingtian had drunk wine and had no nostalgia here. Xu Changqing was frightened alone at night and did not want to stay in the room for a long time, so they walked together on the street and took a walk.
This is a late autumn night, but now the stars are hanging in the sky, the six qi are disordered, the earth veins are blocked, and the five spirits are out of tune. The temperature is actually higher than usual in summer, and it will get hotter and hotter.
It may not snow this year.
The streets were empty except for the two of them, two preoccupied idlers.
Xu Changqing said that he grew up in Shushan, practicing Taoism and Kungfu. He was taught by his elders to uphold the right path and take it as his duty to kill evil and eliminate evil. In the past, Shushan was famous for subduing demons and demons, but now that demons and humans live in harmony, they no longer live in harmony with each other. Using this as a nickname again, we only talk about deeds, regardless of origin.
Jingtian said that he grew up in Yuzhou City. Yuzhou City is not far from Shushan. In the local area, the reputation of Shushan Immortal Sword Sect is also well-known. Although he is a pawnbroker, he often fantasizes about wielding swords and riding fast horses. career.
Everyone has that time when they are young and young, when they feel that the future is floating in the air and there seem to be many possibilities. No matter what, no matter how hard you go, you go round and round, even if you suffer some hardships and go through some hardships, you can always find the path that suits you in the end. .
It’s just that I didn’t know at that time that the road under my feet could go on day by day. Now it has reached the end. There are no paved bluestones in front of it. There is no gravel, no sand, and there are only a few weeds. It is endless.
Xu Changqing wanted to continue walking, but had to stop, while Jingtian was tired from walking and just wanted to take a rest.
They stopped by a clear spring stream outside the town.
"I'm sorry for being rude, but I still have a question. Fellow Taoist, your voice is heavy and your breathing is rough. It seems that your skills are not good enough?"
"Yes, I am already a useless person."
"How could this happen?" Xu Changqing couldn't believe it for a moment.
"I lost a fight with the Evil Sword Immortal, and all my skills were wiped out by him. Now I can no longer even maintain the technique of concentrating and looking inside."
Xu Changqing frowned and said: "Humans and gods are born with spirits, and they will not change due to the chaos of the world. They are like pearls. If they are covered with dust, they can be wiped clean as before. My fellow Taoist is neither stupid nor seriously ill, so how can he not even be able to concentrate?"
"I don't know either."
"I know a lot about medical skills, so why don't you make a diagnosis for fellow Taoist? It might be helpful."
"Thank you." Jingtian did not refuse.
He found a flat stone on the river beach and sat down. Xu Changqing sat across from him and took his pulse and asked him.
"But there is a result."
"I have learned about the illness of my fellow Taoist. It turns out that the seven souls are scattered. It is said that the three souls govern the destiny and the seven souls serve the emotions. If the seven souls of a person are separated, the seven emotions will be confused, so it is impossible to concentrate and look inside."
Jingtian asked eagerly, "Is there any way to deal with it?"
Xu Changqing was silent.
Seeing his expression, Jingtian knew it well. He stood up, faced the clear spring stream with ripples of colors, held the wooden box, and was speechless for a moment.
"Fellow Taoist, the separation of the seven souls will not only cause the consciousness to become dim, but if things go on like this, the seven emotions will probably disappear, and eventually one will become unconscious and unconscious. Although it will not lead to death, it will still look like a walking corpse."
Jingtian smiled miserably, "Really?" After he laughed, he sighed again, "That's fine, that's fine." He waved goodbye without turning around, "Fellow Daoist Xu, I'm destined to see you again."
"Brother Jing."
The man stopped by the river.
"It's a long way to go, take care."
He said nothing more and gradually walked away.
But Tang Xuejian and his entourage hurried to the head retreat. At this time, Xia Yuanchen knew that she had returned and was waiting outside the door. "Miss Tang, you came and went in a hurry, but did you gain something?"
"Exactly." Tang Xuejian took off the Thoreau leaf from his temples, "Mr. Xia, the Thoreau tree has been destroyed, but I have discovered that there is life hidden in the roots of the tree. I have already transferred it to this leaf, which may be of some help. Sect Master
How are you now?"
"Miss Chu is fine for the time being. Please wait here." Xia Yuanchen took the Solo leaf and turned around to enter the house.
Everyone was waiting outside anxiously, but they didn't dare to stay away. Seeing that Tang Xue was thinking about Jingtian, she felt even more miserable. She stared at the closed door with eyes wide open.
After waiting until dawn, the door opened. Everyone stood on tiptoe to peek. Xia Yuanchen walked out first. When he went out, Chu Hanjing came out behind him.
The world's best swordsman looked pale, but he had already woken up. He slowly walked out of the room and told everyone, "I am fine for the time being, so don't worry. Please tell me about your experience during this trip."
So Tang Xue saw how the group would go to Shennong Cave and how they would encounter Chu Bihen. After a fight, Chu Bihen fled, and Cen Tingchun and the others went to pursue them. They chased them all the way to the East China Sea, where they were stopped by a group of Shinto monks and needed to be solved.
After being defeated by the evil cultivator, Chu Bihen also disappeared without a trace. In the Shennong Cave, Tang Xuejian devoted himself to repairing the vitality, but Jingtian encountered the evil sword immortal. After losing to him, he was deprived of his cultivation. They also failed to leave the evil demon behind.
Chu Hanjing frowned when he heard the news about Chu Bihen. After hearing the whole story, he asked Tang Xuejian to call Jingtian.
Seeing that Ben had this intention, Tang Xue was really worried, so she left Jingtian alone, and immediately left with her sword after receiving her life.
Chu Hanjing looked at the full light of her sword and knew that Tang Xue had improved a lot in her skills. Thinking of her own unresolved worries, she couldn't help but make a decision. She asked Cen Tingchun and the others to leave first, and told them not to tell anyone about this matter.
Then he thanked Xia Yuanchen.
"Mr. Xia, I've been busy this time."
"If Miss Tang hadn't discovered it in time, I wouldn't have known you were secretly plotted to coma. Speaking of which, Chu Bihen is your sister. You two have the same body and fate. Why can she walk without any problems, but you are so injured?"
"When Master Han cut off the ties with his sword, my life and death had nothing to do with the Thoreau tree. But seventy years ago, she committed suicide in a dream. Instead, she broke her obsession and woke up naturally, but was restricted by the mother tree.
She has been unable to stay away. When I saw her again, the Thoreau tree had withered. Seeing that she was dying, in order to keep her spirit alive, I removed her vitality.
The energy flowed into the tree, and she was trapped in the ring again. She had an extreme temperament and blamed all misfortunes on me. She hated me so much that she naturally would not appreciate it. But she did not expect that in the blink of an eye, she would become a life-and-death enemy.
.Thousands of years of friendship, in her opinion, she does not cherish at all. As for why she was able to get rid of her bondage, it probably has something to do with the incense of Shinto."
Chu Hanjing took out the Shenshang Sword from his sleeve, flicked the sword, and thought for a while.
Xia Yuanchen sighed in his heart, saying that he was very worthless for her, but after all, this was a private matter that could not be discussed by outsiders, so he ignored it. He then praised Tang Xuejian, saying that she was smart, smart, and outstanding at a young age.
Due to her skill, Chu Hanjing's treatment this time was all due to her methods.
"She is the actual form of the sacred tree. If it weren't for the nourishment of her essence and blood, my fate would not be just a decline in cultivation."
"Nowadays, the world cannot live without you, girl. I hope you can cheer up and become the leader of the right path."
"Mr. Xia, we are all old."
"...It's so good."
"The world belongs to young people." Chu Hanjing put the Shaoyang Ginseng Sword back into his sleeve, picked up the Shaoyin Shangxing Sword and put it into a sandalwood sword box.
When Xia Yuanchen saw her action, he already wanted to pass on the sword. Since ancient times, the only things monks left to their disciples were their bowls, cassocks and rice bowls. This is the inheritance tradition. What swordsmen left to their disciples were swords. Back then, Yunzong Yu Qingluan
The sword passed down from another person on the peak is the ancient one.
Ancient Star Marrow Sword Pill, although others have gone back on the crane, the sword still remains in the world, shining on Kunlun for four hundred years. With this sword pill, the legal lineage between the Divine Sword and the Kunlun Sect will not be broken. Now Chu Han
The mirror stores the sword in the box, which also means entrusting the mantle.
"Who do you want to give this sword to?"
"Whoever can survive the illusion of three generations will be left to him."
On this side, Tang Xue saw the Huihuan disciple's residence, but there was no sign of Jingtian. She turned pale for a moment. She thought he had gone out to find food, but when she saw that the sword box on the bedside was not there, she immediately knew that he had run away. She went out to ask.
When asked, all the seniors in the sect said they didn't know. Finally, the disciple who patrolled the mountain mentioned that he saw Junior Brother Jing walking alone out of the valley last night, and when he looked in that direction, he saw the town market outside the valley.
She followed the trail and made many inquiries in Shenjian Town. She found the tavern where Jingtian stopped last night. She met Xu Changqing again and learned the whole story from his mouth. She learned that he had gone along the stream and had been walking all night.
Tang Xue saw Yu Jian soaring into the air and searched everywhere, but could not find Sedum in the end. He was a cripple with no power, but he disappeared like rain into the ocean, without a trace.
Without his skills, the rotten iron sword on Jingtian's waist is really just a rotten iron sword. It cannot carry him in and out of Qingming. Where can he go? With his mortal body and the cloth under his feet, how can he go?
How long will it take to walk? How far will it go?
Xu Changqing said that he walked along the stream, followed the current, sang and sighed.
The second half of the night was miserable, with wild beasts and venomous snakes slithering around, could Jing Tian really survive?
Could it be that he had fallen down in the grass, lying under the forest, silent and silent?
Tang Xuejian followed the Qingquan River downstream and found that this winding spring flowed for hundreds of miles, merged into the Yuan River, and then flowed again into Dongting.
There are many boats on Dongting Lake and there are endless waterside pavilions along the shore. Even though there are many difficulties in the world, it has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
A blue-yellow sword rainbow streaked across the misty sky over Dongting Lake, heading east, cutting through the clouds, and falling a drop of clear rain.
In the pavilion by the lake, the person looking up is none other than Sedum.
He looked at the blazing sword rainbow, its brilliance, and his unrestrained pride disappeared with his cultivation. He no longer missed it, so he found a boatman, exchanged a tael of silver for it, and sailed along the river from Dongting, returning to Yuzhou ten days later.
I revisited my hometown and walked along the street. I saw that the villagers were very worried. Many shops that used to be closed down and the bustling streets were deserted.
The Longmen Tea House across the street from Yong'an was still open. Even though it was late autumn, the heat was still sweltering. Sedum was tired from the journey and sweating profusely, so he went into the restaurant and exchanged three copper coins for a large bowl of coarse tea and a handful of groundnuts.
Find a corner and slowly peel peanuts and have tea.
There was a lot of customers in the restaurant, all thanks to a storyteller who invited people to listen. Everyone gathered around the table, and then heard the sound of a thunderbolt. After the crowd roared, the storyteller opened his mouth and read the opening poem: Don't sing the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors Gong.
, Sannong has been living and breathing since ancient times. The divine sword has been unsheathed for four hundred years, and the rise and fall of the world has always been sad!
Jingtian turned his head and looked back. The storyteller was surrounded by listeners. He couldn't see clearly. He only had a loud and powerful voice that was clearly delivered to everyone. Even in the quiet corner of the teahouse where he was, he could still hear clearly.
Chu.
"It is said that the four divine sword sects were selfless and passed down the Kunlun dharma lineage. Since then, all the heroes have joined together, which is the foundation of a prosperous age. The previous dynasty was ignorant and unruly, and the whole world criticized it. They deposed the government, and there was no longer a king in the vast Central Plains.
Corrupt officials have allowed the people to enjoy themselves, and this has been the case for nearly two hundred years.
. Seeing that the world is booming, the Divine Sword Sect is the leader of the righteous path. All the disciples under the sect are the first choice. They are the elites of the generation, inheriting the ambition of the Yun Sect. Sincere heroes emerge in large numbers, and it is also a place for heroes! It is a pity that a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect has appeared.
Unfaithful and unfilial people, who do you think they are?"
Before the storyteller could mention it, the onlookers were already shouting: "It's that bitch who steals Sedum!" "Such a beast worse than a pig or a dog has appeared in our city of Yuzhou!" "If the Tianzhu is broken, he should be used to fill it!
"
Mentioning this name immediately aroused the anger of the people, and everyone criticized him.
This scene happens every day in this teahouse, no wonder the business is booming.
The white-haired guest who was drinking tea and peeling peanuts in the corner shook his body, stood up slowly, and walked out of the teahouse. When he was about to go out, his head was dizzy from the scorching sun. He froze in place, and then took another step, gradually walking further away.
He walked slowly along the street without any purpose or looking for a place to stay. He just moved inch by inch, and his soul seemed to float away, leaving only an empty shell still living in the world.
The sun was setting and he was tired from walking. He raised his head and looked around, unconsciously going around in circles until he got here.
This street was where he went to study when he was young. At the school at the end of the street, there were children reciting poems, with crisp and clear voices, like a lark. Even in such a time of calamity, he still did not forget his teachings and sincerely cheered people up. Sedum will do.
When he went outside the school, he looked through the window. He squinted and saw the three brothers of the Li family, who were also his three disciples. He thought three times, reflected three times, and realized three times.
The three children were studying hard, and Sedum saw it, and there was a smile on his face.
After a while, the school ended, and the teacher dismissed the students, leaving the Li brothers alone. Jingtian waited outside the school for a long time, and after all the students had dispersed, the old teacher released the three brothers.
Seeing that they were about to reach the door, Jingtian hurriedly avoided them.
The Li brothers were not punished by their husband, but he knew that they would be embarrassed by their classmates, so he deliberately kept them until everyone had dispersed.
Before they even walked out of a street, they were surrounded by a group of children of the same age. They started punching and kicking them without any explanation. These children were outnumbered and had great internal skills. The Li brothers fought hard but were beaten to the ground one by one.
Jingtian had already left when he heard a group of children yelling and scolding. He felt surprised. When he turned around, he saw his three disciples were beaten with bruises and swollen faces. They looked pitiful.
The group of children beat and scolded them, calling them apprentices of beasts, dogs, pigs and rats.
Jingtian was sad and angry. Just as he was about to step forward to stop him, his eldest disciple Li Sansi showed his strength. This boy was born with skillful hands. He was an expert with empty hands. He was also smart and cunning. He was beaten into a ball just now.
Suddenly he jumped up and sprinkled a handful of yellow sand on a circle of children around him, causing them to retreat in shock. Some of them accidentally got blinded by the sand and covered their eyes and screamed in pain.
Li Sansi pulled his two younger brothers up and rushed out of the siege. After running two steps, he turned around and cursed: "My master is a swordsman! I will also be a swordsman from now on! You turtles, wait until I have mastered my magic skills.
I'll beat you until you can't even find your pants!" After he cursed, he ran away, turned around and bumped into someone.
Jingtian was now described as withered and with gray hair on his temples. The three young disciples still recognized him at a glance and hugged him and burst into tears. "Uncle Jing, you finally came to see us! Why didn't you send us a message? We
I'm so worried about you, Uncle Jing... ugh..."
The three young apprentices were twitching and whimpering.
Jingtian knelt down and hugged them. He felt sad in his heart, but he couldn't open his mouth. He wanted to cry, but his eyes were empty and he couldn't shed tears.
When the children who bullied the Li brothers saw adults coming, they didn't dare to continue causing trouble and ran away without a trace.
The three young apprentices didn't want to seek revenge, they just wanted Jingtian to go back to Xiaoyao Inn with them and meet their parents. They had been away for a spring and summer, and I'm afraid if they didn't contact them, their friendship would be ruined.
As expected, Jingtian returned to Xiaoyao Inn with the Li brothers and reunited with the shopkeeper Li Lan and his wife.
"Brother Jing, why do you have so many gray hairs?"
"It's a long story."
"Then there's no need to say it, come on, I'll buy you a drink."
Jingtian now lost all his energy and couldn't bear the power of alcohol. After three or five drinks, he became drowsy before he knew it. Li Lan helped him into the guest room to rest.
He had not slept well for a long time. Every time he closed his eyes, his mind was tormented and he could not sleep. Now he was dizzy after drinking, but he no longer had any worries.
Most people in the world drink alcohol for fun, but there is a kind of person who uses alcohol as medicine. He uses alcohol to drown his sorrows, not to relieve them, but just to get a good night's sleep.
Jingtian didn't have much money, so Shopkeeper Li didn't accept any money, so he drank heavily and stayed in the inn for four days. Every night at night, he would get drunk with the sword box in his arms, and then sleep until midnight.
He had to leave after all, leaving a sword manual for his disciples, and said goodbye to Li Lan and his wife.
When leaving, Li Lan prepared a baggage for him, sent him out of the city, caught a boat at the ferry, and continued down the river. This time, he wanted to go further, to a place where no one knew him.
