Chu Zhongtian immediately stopped the carriage and looked inside the carriage.
Ye Sheng coughed a few times unconsciously.
He hasn't fully woken up yet, and he can't speak. He just has a slight cough.
Zhou Meiren hugged Ye Sheng, placed Ye Sheng's head on his soft chest, and looked at him with love and affection.
"Is he going to be okay?" Zhou Meiren asked worriedly.
Zhou Yi grabbed Ye Sheng's palm, injected his true energy, and examined Ye Sheng's body.
The tendons and veins are all broken, the bones are full of cracks, the Dantian is exhausted, and the soul is like a broken lamp, the weak candle flame will be extinguished at any time.
In Zhou Yi's eyes, this was already a dying symptom and could not be cured.
But for Zhou Meiren, Zhou Yi said calmly: "He can cough now, which proves that he has improved."
"That's great." Zhou Meiren cried with joy, finally seeing hope.
Zhou Yi quietly lowered the curtain and looked at the sky silently.
A burst of true energy was born in Chu Zhongtian's body, covering him and Zhou Yi. He blocked his voice from leaking out and asked: "Is Ye Sheng very serious?"
Zhou Yi nodded and said, "It's already a miracle that he's not dead now."
Chu Zhongtian suddenly grinned and said, "Do you know what Ye Sheng said when he went to save Zhou Meiren?"
Zhou Yi looked at Chu Zhongtian curiously.
"Ye Sheng said that if he doesn't die this time, no one in the world can kill him." Chu Zhongtian murmured. He is a madman and doesn't care about anyone. Only Ye Sheng has led him several times.
This gave Chu Zhongtian a great shock.
The temple was a powerful force that had been passed down for thousands of years. Ye Sheng only had the fifth level of innate talent before he dared to rush in and save people.
Chu Zhongtian used half of the sword-carrying old man's power and tortured himself to death. Ye Sheng ignored it and used all of it.
It was a miracle that he didn't die, so it was no surprise to Chu Zhongtian that Ye Sheng was seriously injured at this moment.
"I believe in him. He is a miracle worker. As long as he doesn't die, he will return to his peak." Chu Zhongtian firmly believed.
Zhou Yi sighed. He didn't have that strong confidence and said, "I hope so."
Since Ye Sheng's cough, he has been recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye every day.
His tendons are automatically connected, and he absorbs external spiritual energy on his own to nourish his body.
His bones also slowly healed, and he became stronger.
His Dantian also began to produce true energy, nourishing his whole body.
These changes made Zhou Meiren extremely happy.
But only Ye Sheng's sea of consciousness was still like a lone lamp, with a weak flame that seemed to go out at any time.
This situation lasted for a full month.
This month, Chu Zhongtian and the others, considering Ye Sheng's health, walked 80,000 miles from the depths of the grassland, changing horses several times along the way, covering thousands of miles every day.
After leaving the grassland and about to enter a chaotic place, Zhou Meiren's originally happy expression turned into worry.
For a month, Ye Sheng didn't wake up.
Although his physical injuries have recovered, everything is meaningless if he can't wake up.
When Zhou Yi and Chu Zhongtian saw this, they didn't know how to comfort him.
At this moment, Ye Sheng was in chaos.
He couldn't go up to the sky or go down to the ground. Everything in front of him was dark, except for the thirteen swords floating around his body.
Health, Thirteen Swords.
The unparalleled swordsmanship left to Ye Sheng by the old man carrying the sword, along with Ye Sheng's consciousness, fell into withered chaos.
Time passed by without knowing how long Ye Sheng would stay here. He felt that it might have been a year.
"We must get out as soon as possible. Master and I have an appointment at Longhu Mountain." Ye Sheng began to get anxious.
Ye Sheng didn't want to miss the appointment at Longhu Mountain two years later. This was a major event for his master's innocence. As a disciple, he should go to the appointment and defeat the alchemy disciples at Longhu Mountain.
"Maybe the secret to breaking the chaos lies in these thirteen swords." Ye Sheng's eyes flashed, staring at Sheng, and he began to comprehend the thirteen swords.
In the boundless chaos, there is eternal darkness and coldness, as if there is no end. Ye Sheng feels like he is constantly drifting, unable to feel the passage of time, as if millions of years have passed.
This was very scary, and Ye Sheng was very anxious, but he didn't dare to let himself get upset, which would make him even more unable to go out.
Silence, coldness, darkness, fear, and despair kept coming, making Ye Sheng suffer from all kinds of negative emotions.
He is like a lost old man who wants to find his roots and then shed his leaves.
And all hope lies in the Thirteen Swords of Life.
Ye Sheng began to fully integrate his body and mind into the Thirteen Swords.
"The people I care about, the road I have walked, the path I have experienced..." Ye Sheng began to understand, reflect, and stare at his past.
He gradually calmed down.
Buzz buzz!
A bright light appeared between Ye Sheng's brows, but the light was weak and seemed to go out at any moment.
His body is crystal clear, and every cell is like a crystal.
His soul suddenly shook, and a pill furnace flew out, with three legs broken and two legs wrapped around Ye Sheng's soul.
boom!
The soul suddenly burst into flames.
The Alchemy Furnace of the Gods appeared and brought flames to Ye Sheng during his most difficult time.
The flames of the Alchemy Furnace of the Gods have been warming up in the sea of consciousness. Now that several months have passed, this cluster of flames finally has a sound.
The flames of the Gods' Alchemy Furnace merged with Ye Sheng's soul at this moment.
Click, click, click!
The connection between the Alchemy Furnace of the Gods and Ye Sheng has become even closer, and Ye Sheng controls the Alchemy Furnace of the Gods like an arm.
This magic weapon became Ye Sheng's natal magic weapon.
"Thank you." Ye Sheng sent out a spiritual consciousness.
"You're welcome." The Alchemy Furnace of the Gods also issued a weak response, a voice like a little girl's, and then fell into silence.
After several months of warming, the Alchemy Furnace of the Gods fell into a deep sleep after this use.
But Ye Sheng got a turning point.
His soul burned brightly, and a lamp burned brightly, guiding Ye Sheng to the way, breaking through the chaos, and came to Sheng, the Thirteen Swords.
Understand the mind, understand the self, and understand the way.
Ye Sheng fell into a feeling of unity between Tao and I. He closed his eyes and was born. At this moment, the Thirteen Swords slowly integrated into Ye Sheng's body.
Ye Sheng took control of Sheng, Thirteen Swords.
The next moment, he stepped out of the chaos, and his eyes lit up, and he saw the haggard-looking Zhou Meiren.
I felt pity for the beauty weeping. Ye Sheng opened his eyes and saw this beautiful scenery, and smiled.
Zhou Meiren looked at Ye Sheng blankly and murmured: "I'm hallucinating again."
Zhou Meiren has been in a trance these days. She saw Ye Sheng wake up several times and shouted excitedly. However, Chu Zhongtian and Zhou Yi took a look and broke Zhou Meiren's fantasy.
Ye Sheng felt a pain in his heart when he heard this, this silly girl.
"It's me who woke up." Ye Sheng said, his voice hoarse. He had not spoken for more than a month and was very uncomfortable.
Zhou Meiren looked at Ye Sheng tremblingly and suddenly burst into tears. No one knew how much suffering a teenage girl had spent this month and how much pressure she was under.
Ye Sheng was injured like this because he was trying to save her. If something happened to Ye Sheng, Zhou Meiren was ready to accompany Ye Sheng to hell.