I don't know how long it took, but Ding Hao gradually regained his consciousness. However, his eyes were as heavy as a thousand stones. He wanted to open them, but he blinked hard for a long time and still couldn't open his thin eyelids.
But his mind has been restored, and Ding Hao can feel pain everywhere in his body. The meridians all over his body seem to be filled with mercury, or have been roasted by fire, heavy but hot. There is nothing in the Dantian, not even a trace of true energy.
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After thinking about it calmly, Ding Hao was determined. As long as his spirit is not destroyed, no matter how much his body is injured or how much his true energy is consumed, as long as he is given time and with the characteristics of the Wuji Demonic Skill, it is not a problem to recover.
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The only thing that puzzled Ding Hao was that he seemed to be on a warm cushion. Although his body was in extreme pain, he still felt comfortable.
Based on Ding Hao's understanding of the Heaven-defying Demonic Sword, even if the Heaven-defying Demonic Sword took him away from the pursuit of the snake-headed monster, he would not settle himself so comfortably. After all, the Demonic Sword is a sword, not a person. Regardless of whether it has these things or not
Spirituality cannot be achieved by it.
Unable to open his eyes, Ding Hao just lay there stupidly, concentrating and holding his breath, gradually communicating with his Dantian with his mind, and using the trajectory of the Wuji Demonic Art, trying every means to see if he could gather a trace of true energy.
Suddenly, there was a "squeaking" sound in the door and window, and then Ding Hao heard the sound of two women talking.
"Xiao Ling, how is he? How long will it take to wake up?" A soft and gentle female voice first fell into Ding Hao's eardrum.
"I don't know either. Master, he has been like this since you found him from the spiritual spring in the back mountain half a month ago. I thought he was dead long ago, but I didn't know that this man's vitality is like a cockroach. I'm sorry.
Such a serious injury, half of the meridians in the body were broken, and there was almost no intact skin or flesh.
But he didn't expect that it would only last three days. Although he had no breathing or heartbeat, the wounds he had made gradually healed on their own, and even the broken meridians were automatically reconnected.
This is simply beyond my imagination. It’s hard to believe that the human body can reach such a terrifying level of toughness. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it no matter what!”
A clear and crisp voice, like an erupting mountain spring, said a bunch of words in succession, probably from the woman named Xiaoling.
She smiled softly in a soft voice and taught Xiaoling: "The world of cultivation is so big that you can't imagine it. That's why there are many wonderful and strange things that we can't know about. You haven't seen it before, and you don't know anything about it.
strangeness!"
"Pfft" smiled, Xiaoling's woman whispered: "Master, why did you save him? Is it because you were bathing when he fell into the mountain spring? He was unconscious. He should not have seen anything.
!Master, what do you care about?"
When Xiaoling said this, it seemed as if her master got angry and hit her several times with his hands. Ding Hao heard the Xiaoling woman's soft smile begging for mercy.
In an instant, the two of them fell into a quarrel. There were no rules that a master and a disciple should abide by. Instead, they acted like two sisters of similar age.
But when Ding Hao heard this, he had roughly figured out what happened. Although he didn't know whether he was brought to the mountain spring where the woman was bathing by the Heaven-defying Demonic Sword, one thing that is certain is that the woman who was called by Xiaoling was
The woman who was a master saved her own life.
As for the whereabouts of the snake-headed monster in the end. Was it alive or dead? Was it killed or driven away by the masters of the Sword Demon Palace? Ding Hao knew nothing about it. If he wanted to figure out the passage of time, he had to do something for the first time.
, is to restore one's own strength.
Looking at the current situation, it seems a bit unrealistic to restore strength in a short time. But at the very least, he must open his eyes and refine some of the true energy in his Dantian to maintain the normal operation of the body.
With his consciousness at a loss, Ding Hao continued to gather his true energy with strong will and in a daze.
The hard work paid off. I don’t know how long it took, but Ding Hao finally felt a trace of spiritual energy fluctuating in his dry Dantian. Then, like a spark of fire, it gradually gathered together.
Ding Hao, on the other hand, endured the pain in his heart and slowly transferred the weak real energy, which was like a flame burning on a candle in the wind, inch by inch to the lead-like meridians. Every inch passed,
His body began to tremble violently, and cold sweat soaked all over his body and soaked up the bed sheet he was leaning on, pooling down like a trickle.
Although Ding Hao's consciousness felt like being roasted by hot flames, he was still extremely sober. Every bit of pain was magnified ten times by his sober consciousness. It was as if he was in the eighteenth level of purgatory. He was suffering from life to life.
torment.
It is precisely because of this that Ding Hao can feel that there is a woman who has been guarding him these days. Sometimes she slaps her body, and sometimes she holds her arm tightly. Although she has never said a word.
He spoke, but it was as if he wanted to relieve his pain, but it was in vain.
Ding Hao knew that this woman was the woman who rescued him and was called master by Xiao Ling.
The purgatory-like torture lasted for nearly a month, and Ding Hao's shaking day and night finally stopped. But the meridians in his body, which were originally as heavy as lead and as hot as fire, were just destroyed by Ding Hao with his strong will.
The strong nerves suddenly reconnected everything.
If anyone else wanted to rely on the body to slowly restore the meridians, if they had been waiting to recuperate, it would probably take a year under normal circumstances. But Ding Hao increased the speed by more than ten times. Not only was Ding Hao cruel to others,
, the same is true for your own body.
And the Wuji Demonic Skill, thanks to the penetration of the meridians throughout the body, can finally operate perfectly and automatically. At this time, Ding Hao knew that it was only a matter of time before his body and strength recovered.
It was precisely because of this that Ding Hao fell into a deep, deathly sleep under the intense physical exertion. This sleep lasted for another seven days. When Ding Hao regained consciousness, his eyes naturally opened.
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The first thing that caught Ding Hao's eyes was a pair of starry eyes that were anxious, worried, hesitant and at a loss. These eyes were filled with so much emotional information that Ding Hao's mind was shaken just by looking at them.
Her skin is as white and flawless as mutton-fat white jade. Her face is as oval as a pebble. Under her broad forehead are long black eyelashes. Under her high bridge of nose, there is a pair of bright red and moist jade lips. Her black hair hangs down to her waist.
During this period, wearing a navy blue dress, she looked mature, wise, elegant and noble.
The talkative big watery eyes stared straight at Ding Hao. I don't know how long it took before he smiled reservedly and said, "Are you awake?"
His face was a little dull, and even Ding Hao's mouth was a little dull. He twitched his lips, and Ding Hao's mouth was dry, and he said stiffly: "Wake up!"
After finishing his words, Ding Hao finally had time to look around.
This is an ordinary wing room. Sandalwood is burning in one of the stoves, and the faint fragrance fills the entire wing. All the chairs and furnishings are purple. There is a small square table in the middle, and four small chairs on the four sides of the table.
There are simple tea sets on the table.
Ding Hao himself was lying on a ten-foot-high wooden bed. There was a weak quilt underneath the wooden bed. The beautiful and noble woman was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him calmly.
Although Ding Hao lost almost all his strength, he still had good eyesight. After just looking at the woman for a few times, Ding Hao discovered that she was also a demon sect cultivator, and her strength was at the early stage of distraction.
With a movement of his shoulders, Ding Hao struggled to sit up and look. For some reason, as his strength and power gradually increased, Ding Hao was no longer used to it and looked at others from a low position.
There was a sudden pain all over his body. Although his meridians had been connected, Ding Hao still felt sore and weak inside his body. With just such a slight movement, he felt as if his body was falling apart.
But Ding Hao endured even more painful things for a month, and he no longer took the pain lightly.
But the woman frowned, looking a little worried, and leaned against Ding Hao. Her slender, white, jade hands had already reached over, held Ding Hao's shoulders, and said softly: "I'll help you!"
Then he gently held Ding Hao's shoulders, took out a large pillow, placed it on the edge of the bed, and let Ding Hao lean on it gently. An orchid-like fragrance slowly entered the room as the woman approached.
Ding Hao's nostrils.
Looking at this woman, Ding Hao didn't know how to speak for a moment. Ding Hao was not very good at getting along with women, not to mention that this woman saved his life. Although he wanted to say thank you, Ding Hao just couldn't say it.
After mumbling for a long time, Ding Hao said stiffly: "Where is this?"
The woman showed a smile that made all flowers eclipse, looked at Ding Hao curiously, and said: "This is Meng Yanya, in the Black Cloud Mountains, within the sphere of influence of the Sword Demon Palace."