Shangxian Cultivation Handbook

When Wang Ti woke up, she was lying in the dilapidated thatched hut, with someone whispering in her ear.

"My lord, what should I do next?"

"Naturally take back your power... you go back first, Elder Zuo failed to assassinate me many times, I'm afraid he wants to usurp the throne earlier while I'm not here. Protect my mother..."

"Here, we are leaving, young master, your safety..."

"It's okay, I will go back as soon as possible..."

He opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Jiang Junyu who was standing aside: "Young Master...?"

Jiang Jun, who was still talking, froze, turned around, and looked at Wangti: "I never told you... I am the young master of the demon clan..."

"Heh..." Wang Ti sneered, "I should have guessed it a long time ago... It's just that I didn't listen to my brother!"

Jiang Junyu took a step forward, and retracted his feet: "I didn't mean any malicious things. I was assassinated and seriously injured that day. You saved me. I just want to repay the favor..."

"Repay your kindness? Don't you want to borrow our hands to keep you safe?" Wang Ti smiled, and moved her fingers slightly. She wanted to move her right hand but found that it was very painful and weak. The wound on her chest was also aching, thinking about his injury not finished yet.

"...Yes, I did have such thoughts at first. But after that, I really want to be with you..." Jiang Junyu tried his best to explain something, but found that the more he explained, the more powerless he felt.

Wang Ti's pupils flickered, thinking of something: "One is Mu Zhi, the other is Tang Ling, the two short swords are probably for assassinating you?" Just think about it, the two short swords flying from the dark The swords should all be directed towards Jiang Jun, but Mu Zhi and Tang Ling just happened to be standing in front of him.At that time, no one suspected it, just because they all associated it with the walking dead case.

Now that I think about it, how could Qing Ju assassinate Tang Ling?That dagger probably didn't belong to Qing Cur at all, but from someone else's hand.As soon as Jiang Junku said that someone had assassinated him, he reacted.

The truth is so simple, with a little reminder, everything becomes clear.

"Yes..." Jiang Junxi was powerless to refute, this is a fact, and he had nothing to refute.

Wang Ti sighed, raised her head, looked at the roof with a big opening, and looked at the gray sky outside: "Jiang Junyu, I have never had any grudges against the demons...but you, from the beginning to the end, did not." to be honest."

Jiang Jun pursed his lips, lowered his head secretly, and then raised his head suddenly: "No grudges? It's just lip service. In the end, you'll work harder than anyone else when killing demons!"

Righteousness and evil, right and evil, have always been at odds with each other, and no righteous way has ever looked at their demons with a straight eye.The people of the righteous way keep talking about catching monsters and getting evidence, but what?Oh, don't you just catch a demon when you see it? !For these demons, they want to kill and get rid of them!

Isn't that what the so-called righteous way is?

"Young Master..." A masked tall man knelt on one knee, half an inch of the sword at his waist was exposed, and it was very cold.

Jiang Junku glanced at him and shook his head.

Seeing him shaking his head, the man's sword sank into the scabbard and stepped aside.

"Jiang Junyu, do you really not trust..." Wang Ti sneered.It's ridiculous that this person doesn't believe him, but asks him to believe him.

There was no way to continue the topic, and Jiang Junyu stopped arguing, waved his hand, and made everyone retreat.He took a few steps forward, sat firmly in front of Wuti's bed, did not speak, just sat there.

"What do you mean?" Wang Ti opened his mouth first.

"Your arm...is useless." Jiang Junqian said in a low voice, "Four meridians are broken, and the right arm may be disabled."

Wang Ti was taken aback, looked down at her right arm, wanted to lift it up but found that she couldn't move at all: "How could it be... Qing Cur didn't cut off my meridians..."

"When you jumped off the cliff, your arm hit the rock wall. Although my subordinates left you halfway, but... at that time, I'm afraid you were hit badly." Jiang Junyu spoke very slowly, looking at it while talking Wu Ti's face.

Although, the two had a dispute just now.But, at any rate, we are in trouble together, so how can we easily say that we can pull it off?

Wang Ti took a deep breath and smiled 'hehe', but the smile soon disappeared and was replaced by silence.

A monk who wields a sword is not a left-hander. If his right hand is useless, his life will be useless in this life.

Sometimes when a person is so unlucky, even drinking saliva hurts the gap between his teeth.

"Yeah, yeah..." Wang Ti didn't know what to say, and could only say 'yes'.What else?Crying loudly, lamenting the misery of fate, cursing the injustice of heaven?

unnecessary.There are many immortal cultivators who have to give up halfway due to various reasons. He is not the first, nor the last, nor the only one.

So, he should be lucky, at least he is still alive.

"Brother Wangti..." Jiang Junyu wanted to say some comforting words, but he swallowed them back.He rolled his eyes, and suddenly said, "Brother Wang Ti, do you still trust me?"

"What do you mean?" Wu Ti asked back.

"There is one member of my demon clan who can cure your hand disease, but now that the civil war in our clan is about to start, if you go back to the demon clan with me, I am afraid you will suffer a lot." Jiang Junqian said sincerely, but It doesn't look like he's being lied to either.

Wang Ti pondered for a while, then nodded: "It's just suffering, how can I not bear it?"

Later, Heng Jing thought, it would be great if he found Wang Ti earlier, if he firmly believed that Wang Ti was not dead, it would be great if...

With so many ifs, he wanted to seize them, but it was too late.

This is a road of no return. At that time, Wang Ti didn't know it, and neither did Heng Jing at that time.So, on this road, they walked, but went their separate ways.

We went our separate ways, not knowing whose fault it was, or whose pain it was.