The whole family is full of evil disciples, Master, don't panic, your disciples are here

When Qin Lan learned that Ji Xiuzhu went blind in order to save her, she felt extremely guilty and clenched her fists as if she wanted to bite her back teeth to pieces.

"What?! Say it again! How could Master become blind when she was fine?! I want to go see Master!"

Qin Lan was about to rush out of the room, but was stopped by Mo Yunyu: "If you want to provoke Master and make her more uncomfortable, then you can go. But if you want to cure Master's eyes, then sit down and listen to me."

When he heard Mo Yunyu say that Ji Xiuzhu's eyes could be cured, he instantly became interested, so he sat on the stool like a well-behaved child, without saying a word, staring at Mo Yunyu with his eyes wide open.

Seeing Qin Lan like this, Mo Yunyu could only sigh helplessly.

He also understood Qin Lan's feelings, but given her age, she had to be steady in doing things. Being anxious would not solve any problems.

“I know that there is a kind of grass in the Far North called Fantong.

The leaves of this grass are as translucent as jade, slender and soft, and make a rustling sound when the breeze blows through.

The flowers of this grass are the most unique. The petals are lavender, like the mist in the morning light, exuding a fresh fragrance that can make people travel to the sky with just one smell.

Master has been blind for a short time. I suspect it is caused by toxins pressing on the brain nerves. Fantongcao can not only treat the eyes, but also nourish the soul.

If we can find it, Master may be saved."

After Mo Yunyu finished speaking, he looked at Qin Lan who was lost in thought.

After thinking for a long time, Qin Lan looked up and nodded heavily to Mo Yunyu.

Then he vowed to find the legendary "Fantong Grass" to restore Ji Xiuzhu's eyesight.

However, this grass grows deep in the ice caves in the far north, which is extremely cold and difficult for ordinary people to reach. Even people with cultivation levels like them can often be frozen to death in the ice caves due to fear of the cold.

Although Mo Yunyu and Qin Lan had planned this way, the Far North was extremely dangerous, so medicines and clothes to keep out the cold had to be prepared in advance.

On this side, Ji Xiuzhu raised his hand and touched his eyes after hearing that Mo Yunyu had really left.

"I never thought that I would be Helen Keller one day."

Ji Xiuzhu curled her lips in self-deprecation, but her hands were rummaging around in the storage bag. After a while, she took out a long black cloth strip and covered her eyes with it.

"This way, I should be like a competent blind man."

Although Ji Xiuzhu said this, he was already in pain deep down in his heart.

But she was used to hiding her emotions, so she was only lost for a moment before returning to normal.

"Hey! You little girl, it's just that you lost your eyesight, don't be sad. How about I take you out for some fresh air?"

When Ji Xiuzhu heard this, his ears moved. The voice sounded mean and he knew it was the sword spirit of the Zhu Xian Sword.

"You want to take me out for some fresh air? Forget it. I'm blind now. If I get ADHD and fall from the sky, it will be very painful."

Ji Xiuzhu shook his head repeatedly, not wanting to hurt himself at all.

"As long as there is a will, there are always more solutions than problems."

After the Zhu Xian Sword finished speaking, it turned in a circle, and the sword spirit within it instantly appeared at the spot, while the main body of the Zhu Xian Sword was suspended in the air.

The sword spirit looked at his robe and found it was intact.

He looked at his body again, and after confirming that he was not missing any limbs, he nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, I am now finally able to come out of that desolate sword tomb. It seems that your cultivation has made great progress!"

As the sword spirit spoke, he walked forward and pulled Ji Xiuzhu off the bed.

"Come on, come on, I am in human form now. I will take you out for a walk, lest you become depressed and cause me to become a demon."

As he spoke, he pulled Ji Xiuzhu's wrist and pushed the window open. He looked at the crescent moon hanging high outside the window, smiled slightly, and then picked up Ji Xiuzhu by the waist, jumped out of the window, and then stepped on his own body and flew towards the crescent moon.

The sword spirit was extremely fast. Although Ji Xiuzhu couldn't see anything with her eyes at the moment, the whistling sound of the wind in her ears told her that the sword spirit was already speeding.

"Oh~! I haven't left the Void Sword Tomb for thousands of years. Now that I'm out and feel the wind, haha, this feeling is so wonderful!"

The sword spirit took a deep breath of fresh air and quickened his pace.

"You little girl, why don't you say anything? Are you born to be so taciturn?"

Ji Xiuzhu was stunned when he heard this.

God damn, I’m naturally taciturn!

What is he supposed to say?

She said the wind was so strong that it gave her tinnitus?

Or is it that the wind is too strong and you're afraid your tongue will get sprained?

"Well, have you forgotten, old man, that I am blind now? It's normal that I can't see and speak." Ji Xiuzhu raised his finger and pointed to his eyes covered with black cloth, and said righteously.

Seeing this, the sword spirit chuckled and said, "That makes sense, but your inability to see has nothing to do with your inability to speak, right? Well, since you can hear, then feel the sound. The sound from the night. In the forest at night, there are the sounds of animals moving around, the sounds of crickets, the howling of wolves..."

Ji Xiuzhu listened to the sword spirit's words and tried to listen carefully. This time, she seemed to be able to imagine the scene around her.

She couldn't help but sigh that even after losing her sight, the world still seemed so beautiful.

After an unknown amount of time, the sword spirit brought Ji Xiuzhu to the top of a mountain. He gently put Ji Xiuzhu down, and Ji Xiuzhu felt the mountain breeze blowing, the gentle touch brushing her cheek like silk, making her feel extremely comfortable.

"How is it? Is the wind here more comfortable than at the foot of the mountain?" asked the sword spirit proudly.

Ji Xiuzhu nodded, a smile on his face: "Thank you, it makes me feel that even if I can't see, I can still live. At least, my hearing is better now."

As he spoke, Ji Xiuzhu thought about taking a few steps first, at least to get used to the way a blind person walks.

Although this is the top of a mountain, it is a slope.

They were standing on the slope. The sword spirit knew it, but Ji Xiuzhu did not.

The next second, Ji Xiuzhu's step suddenly came to nothing, and she rolled down the cliff slope.

By the time the sword spirit wanted to catch her, it was too late.

He didn't expect that Ji Xiuzhu, who had lost his sight, was still thinking about walking!

boom!

puff!

tom!

For a moment, Ji Xiuzhu rolled down and collided with the surrounding bushes and stones.

There were also several visible external injuries on her body, and the wounds that Mo Yunyu had previously treated for her were now soaked with blood, which made people feel painful just by looking at them.

Fortunately, she is a cultivator. If she were an ordinary person, she would have died long ago after going through so much trouble.

Ji Xiuzhu kept rolling down the hillside. After rolling for about half a minute, she suddenly felt herself falling into a warm embrace. It turned out that the sword spirit acted in time, using its spiritual energy to transform into a big hand and catch her.

"You little girl, you know that you are not able to move around easily, yet you still dare to run around everywhere. How can you be so careless!" said the sword spirit with a hint of blame.

Ji Xiuzhu smiled a little embarrassedly when he heard this: "I know this is dangerous, but I just can't resist the curiosity. After all, this is my first time being blind, so I'm not used to the current situation yet."

After hearing this, the sword spirit shook his head helplessly, and then took Ji Xiuzhu to the flat ground.

Just as I stood firm, I heard Ji Xiuzhu's voice.

"Ah, it really takes some time to get used to it. But then again, the feeling of rolling down the hill I just came from was quite interesting."

Hearing Ji Xiuzhu's words, the sword spirit couldn't help but frown.

The sword spirit helped Ji Xiuzhu sit down on a rock, then took out a pill from Ji Xiuzhu's storage bag and fed it to her.

After Ji Xiuzhu took it, he instantly felt the wounds on his body itching, and then the wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I didn't expect that the elixir refined by your disciple would be so effective. The wound healed in just a short while. You take a rest first, and I will take you back at dawn." The sword spirit sat down next to Ji Xiuzhu, waving its body in the air.

Ji Xiuzhu couldn't help but laugh as he listened to the whistling sound of the Zhuxian Sword cutting through the sky: "I never thought that a sword spirit like you could play with your own body like this. This is really rare to see in a thousand years."

Ji Xiuzhu leaned against the stone, looked up at the starry sky, feeling a myriad of emotions in his heart.

Although she couldn't see with her eyes, what appeared in her mind at this moment was the sea of ​​stars.

The sword spirit quietly accompanied her by her side, occasionally swinging the Zhuxian Sword a few times, making crisp sounds.

"Thank you. I know you want to comfort a blind man like me who became blind later in life." Ji Xiuzhu said softly, "But I am not that fragile inside. I don't need to be taken care of so carefully. I don't regret everything I have done for my disciples. If I could do it again, I would still choose to stand in front of them. Because I am their master."

Ji Xiuzhu's words came from the bottom of his heart. If he had chosen this method to save his life because he was afraid of being killed by this group of evil disciples, it would have improved his image in their hearts.

Now, she truly regards these disciples, who are not the least bit worrying but whom she cannot abandon, as her family.

The sword spirit didn't expect Ji Xiuzhu to say thank you to him. After all, when he followed Meng Qishan, he had never heard any words of thanks.

He slowly put down his hand that was playing with his original body, and then put on a smile and said, "I don't need your thanks. If you want to thank someone, thank your good disciple. He has saved you from danger many times. However, I think your eyes can still be cured."

A trace of emotion appeared on Ji Xiuzhu's face. She knew that the person the sword spirit was talking about was Mo Yunyu, but she could only bury this matter in her heart.

Mo Yunyu has always been a very considerate person. Although he is a little cold on weekdays, he is indeed very caring towards her.

Ji Xiuzhu originally wanted to lament her ill-fated fate in her heart, but she quickly realized what the sword spirit mentioned in his last sentence: "there is still a cure."

Ji Xiuzhu sat up quickly and asked in a serious tone, "Are you saying that there is still a chance that my eyes can be cured?"

The sword spirit nodded and said, "Back then, I followed Meng Qishan and traveled all over the country. I know a lot, even if I don't say that heaven and earth know everything. There is a grass in the far north, called Fantong. If we can find it, and add the alchemy skills of your disciple, your eyes may be cured."

After hearing this, Ji Xiuzhu felt as if his whole body was on fire.

Not to mention anything else, just the fact that she had just gone blind not long ago, and before she had time to feel sad and sentimental, someone told her that there might be a cure. This is clearly like sending a cotton-padded jacket in the snow, which is a gift of deep friendship!

"Hush, wait. You know my eyes can heal, does that mean Mo Zhuangzhuang knows that too?!"

Ji Xiuzhu reacted instantly.

Upon hearing this, the sword spirit simply cleared his throat tactically, but did not intend to answer Ji Xiuzhu.

Although Ji Xiuzhu couldn't see Jian Ling's expression at the moment, he still guessed in his mind that Jian Ling's face must have the words "I'm looking at a fool" written on it.

And this is indeed the case. The sword spirit did have this expression on his face at the moment, but it was a little more annoying than Ji Xiuzhu remembered.

Thinking of this, Ji Xiuzhu suddenly became depressed.

It turned out that everyone knew that she was the only one immersed in sadness, and she was still thinking about how to adapt to life as a blind person in the future.

After all this time, it turned out that the clown was herself!

Just as he was feeling depressed, Ji Xiuzhu suddenly felt a warmth all over his body, and then the chirping of some early orioles gradually began to appear in the nearby jungle, and the scent of morning dew and flowers slowly filled the air.

This feeling made her feel happy.

It's dawn.

Feeling the baptism of the morning light, Ji Xiuzhu instantly experienced a different feeling.

When I was able to see it before, I only thought that the morning light was beautiful, but it was only for show. I never expected that the morning light can also be felt by touch.

"Okay, it's daybreak." The sword spirit stood up, "Let's go back. Come on, I'll carry you on my back this time."

Ji Xiuzhu listened to the sword spirit's words and did not refuse. He opened his arms and waited for the sword spirit's next move.

Seeing this, the sword spirit squatted down like an old father and carried Ji Xiuzhu on his back.

Although he was carried on his back, the sound of the wind in Ji Xiuzhu's ears told her that this guy was flying on a sword with her on his back!

She originally thought that when the sword spirit said he would carry her on his back, it would be just as she imagined, walking on the morning path and slowly returning home.

But this guy seemed to have no romanticism in his mind at all. When he said he would carry her back, he really did carry her back.

But instead of walking back, he flew back.

Okay, it’s not bad to fly back.

At least Ji Xiuzhu doesn’t have to grope his way back by himself, which is good enough.

Ji Xiuzhu lay on the sword spirit's back, feeling the whistling wind beside his ears, and sighed inwardly.

This sword spirit acts free and unrestrained, but why was he abandoned by Mengqi Mountain?

Or was it that Meng Qishan had prepared this sword spirit long ago so that Ji Xiuzhu could sign a contract with it?

After all, when she first met the Zhu Xian Sword, although the Zhu Xian Sword was very angry, it still cut her finger without any hesitation and made a contract with her directly.

But if this is true, perhaps this trip to the north is actually a huge conspiracy.

Ji Xiuzhu didn't dare to think about it anymore. She was afraid that if she guessed again, the facts would be just as she thought.

But Meng Qishan was the person the original owner trusted the most. In the original owner's memory, Meng Qishan had always been very good to her, so good that it had long surpassed the relationship between master and disciple.

That's why the original owner had some illusions and felt that he had developed different feelings towards Meng Qishan.

But from Ji Xiuzhu's third-party perspective, this was just the normal desire of the young crow to repay its parents.

The whistling sounds along the way were loud and Ji Xiuzhu was numb to it.

It was unknown how long it had passed before the two of them returned to Zuimenglou.

The sword spirit gently placed Ji Xiuzhu on the bed, and after telling her to have a good rest, it quickly dived into Ji Xiuzhu's sea of ​​consciousness.

At the same time, Ji Xiuzhu's door was knocked loudly.