Conquer the world with beauty [Transmigration Book]

are you back?

No.

Jiang Xiaozhou was sure it wasn't his body.

He was lying in a stone room right now, his body was sticky and very uncomfortable.

There was a knife beside the bed, the knife looked very familiar, it was the Tianjue knife in Zhao Que's hand, Jiang Xiaozhou sat up and felt sore all over his body, especially his abdomen, the blood was not smooth, and he was very uncomfortable.

He lifted up his shirt and took a look. There was an extremely deep wound on his abdomen, and his body was covered with sticky blood scabs, and there were bruises everywhere. Jiang Xiaozhou guessed that Zhao Que had a fight with someone, and then was seriously injured.

Just as she was thinking about it, Zhou Ameng came in with a decoction. Seeing that Jiang Xiaozhou had woken up, she said pleasantly, "Brother, you finally woke up!"

Jiang Xiaozhou responded vaguely, and he was still wondering why Ah Meng was so close to him suddenly this week.

"Brother..." Zhou Ameng put the soup on the table, and said softly, "Why did you fight with Junior Brother Wang for me, now you are seriously injured and punished by Master, I am really sorry."

Will Zhao Que fight with others for women?Jiang Xiaozhou always felt a little strange, but he knew that Zhao Que liked Zhou Ameng, so it was difficult to make a judgment.

But if you want to say how sad Zhou Ameng is, Jiang Xiaozhou naturally knows it in his heart. The wounds on his body have not been treated at all, and they are all healed by his body. He didn't even change his bloody clothes. Dream never came to see him.

"...Brother, you should take a good rest first." Zhou Ameng seemed to have something to say, but he left after all.

After she left, Jiang Xiaozhou took a look at the bowl of soup and medicine, then put it aside casually.

The knife on the bed glowed faintly with a cold light. Jiang Xiaozhou picked up the knife, and his body automatically assumed a correct posture. Zhao Que was very familiar with this knife, and would put it next to the bed even when he was sleeping. look.

His mother died young since he was a child, no matter whether he studied or practiced martial arts, he was not a good seedling, he was bullied in the palace, and he always secretly hated himself for being powerless.When he was seven years old, his elder brother wanted to push him into the pool, so he picked up a thin piece of stone, used it as a blade, and scratched his right eye.

He should have been punished for doing such a thing, but it happened that the head of the Sword Forging Sect came to the palace to have an audience, so he was accepted as a direct disciple and exonerated.

"The knife is good. From now on, let's give up the wealth and wealth in the world and practice the knife with me." The head said so.

When Jiang Xiaozhou touched the edge of the knife, the past suddenly came to his mind, and he felt something in his heart, and he even felt a little familiar with the knife for a while.

Jiang Xiaozhou walked out of the room. His secular status did not bring him any benefits after all. This stone house was as cold and cramped as the other disciples'.The forging knife gate is enshrined by the royal family, and it should have been a good life, but the head said, "Practicing the knife requires training the mind, and training the mind requires hardship."The disciples were never allowed to value the vulgar things of pleasure.

It was Lieyang outside, and Jiang Xiaozhou saw Zhou Ameng's figure in the distance in the courtyard. She glanced here from afar, and then started chatting with the sisters around her.

Their voices were very low, but Jiang Xiaozhou could still hear them.

"Senior Sister Zhou, why do you need to take care of that trash? He has been an apprentice for ten years, but now he has not even reached the third level of forging knives, and he was defeated by a disciple who has been an apprentice for five years. It is really a drag on the reputation of the master."

"What do you know? After all, he is the son of an emperor. If he fails in cultivation, he will naturally have a way out." Zhou Ameng thought to himself, in this place where there are poor mountains, bad waters, miserable wind and rain, what's the use of cultivating the best knife in the world? Go down and enjoy the wealth in the world.

A woman's hand is supposed to hold rouge, not a knife.

She raised her hands and looked at them. She was as white as snow and as smooth as jade, but there was a small callus on them.

That cocoon was so an eyesore that Zhou Ameng couldn't help but hate it.

She was sure that Zhao Que had fallen in love with her, as long as he gave up practicing swords and went back to be his prince, then she would naturally be able to be a princess, and with her status as a disciple of the Sword Forging Sect, she would be able to live a good life no matter what.

The only problem is that Zhao Que is unwilling to put down the knife.

Zhou Ameng has already set up a game, asking Junior Brother Wang to severely injure Zhao Que and blow his confidence.If he doesn't give up, Zhou Ameng will find another family, Junior Brother Wang is not bad.

Women, they should have prepared a few more back roads.

Jiang Xiaozhou listened and could guess what Zhou Ameng was thinking, so he couldn't help but smile.

Everyone has their own way of life, he doesn't intend to comment, but he has some understanding of Zhao Que's thoughts, he simply likes Ah Meng this week, so he wants to become stronger in order to protect her.

Junior brother Wang teased Zhou Ameng with words, in his eyes, he naturally wanted to vent his anger on his junior sister, how could he know that these two people were in love with each other.

Zhou Ameng would turn around and blame him for meddling in his own business: "People like Junior Brother Wang are just joking, you are too sensitive and reckless."

Jiang Xiaozhou sighed for Zhao Que in his heart. He held the knife and walked slowly towards a prominent peak in the valley.There is a peak in the center of Forging Knife Valley, the peak is called Baiyun, Jiang Xiaozhou walked for a long time with the knife, and finally reached the top of Baiyun, the master was drinking, saw him coming, and shouted: "Put down the knife!"

If the headmaster asked him to do other things, Jiang Xiaozhou must have done it without blinking an eye. However, when he was asked to put down the knife, Jiang Xiaozhou, who was affected by Zhao Que's emotions, hesitated for a moment, and the headmaster hit him down with all his strength. As soon as it hit his hand, the Heavenly Judgment Knife came out.

Cold sweat broke out on Jiang Xiaozhou's forehead.

"Are you practicing swords to be competitive!"

The head yelled loudly, and before Jiang Xiaozhou could speak, he said, "From today onwards, you go to the prison knife cave, if you can't get out of the prison knife cave by yourself, just pretend that I don't have you as a disciple!"

Jiang Xiaozhou took a deep breath and said, "Yes." He leaned over to get the Heavenly Judgment Knife, and the Sect Master stepped on the knife, pouring all the rice wine in his hand.

"Ten years ago, you were able to not stick to utensils, but now you are living more and more!" The head raised his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows: "Trash, no knives are allowed!"

In the prison knife cave, there are all kinds of monsters, from top to bottom, a total of ten floors, known as the ten floors of hell.The head of the sect didn't let him bring the knife down, in Zhao Que's eyes, it was tantamount to letting him die.

Feeling the strong resentment and unwillingness in his chest, including a little bit of grievance, Jiang Xiaozhou knew that this was what Zhao Que had experienced.

Zhao Que's heart was half frozen by Master's indifference, and half burned by unwilling anger.

With a stiff face, he turned and walked away.

Jiang Xiaozhou's consciousness was locked on the head of the sect, and he heard him sigh faintly.

He glanced back, the head of the sect picked up the Tianpandao, and wiped it carefully, just like treating his son.

Jiang Xiaozhou couldn't help but wonder, did Zhao Que look back at him back then?

The Prison Knife Cave is well-deserved of its reputation, and you can hear the roars of various monsters inside from the outside.

Jiang Xiaozhou hesitated at the door for a moment, when a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"This is a relatively complete piece among the thousands of memory fragments, which belongs to the memory of Zhao Que, the head of the Sword Forging Sect." Ling Jun's cold voice came: "At this moment, you are in his memory."

Jiang Xiaozhou was caught off guard by it, and nodded when he heard what it said: "I guessed it too."

When he was at the top of Jianchun Peak, he had faced the impact of memory fragments. He had seen this part of Zhao Que's memory before, so he discovered it soon.

"Why am I here?"

"Wenting Heart Sword absorbed too many memories that day, including all kinds of emotions in it, which are being refined. But you happened to be seriously injured, and Wenxin Sword pulled you into these thousands of memory fragments to help it refine change."

"How can I help it?"

"You have to understand their feelings." Ling Jun said in a deep voice: "Seven emotions and six desires, all kinds of mortal world, if you can't bear it, how can you understand it."

Jiang Xiaozhou: "Solution?"

Ling Jun didn't explain, and said directly: "The next part is the experience of Zhao Que's narrow escape in the prison knife cave. Now you will experience it, but you may not be able to break through."

Jiang Xiaozhou touched his nose, his sword spirit didn't trust him a bit.

"I'm not questioning your strength, but you are not Zhao Que himself after all, there are always some risks."

"What risk?"

"If you can't make it through, you have to start over."

Isn't this just being able to read files? Jiang Xiaozhou relaxed and said, "It's okay, this kid Zhao Que can break through, but I can't."

This rush is like the passing of time.

Jiang Xiaozhou couldn't use any spells. He had neither a knife nor a sword in his hand, and the only thing he could think of was punching.He had only seen Luluo's forward-moving boxing technique, but it didn't suit him.

He is suitable for some more precise and flexible methods.

Hearing that Zhao Que had gone to the Prison Knife Cave, Zhou Ameng sent him a letter, persuading him: "You are the son of the royal family, and you should have enjoyed all the glory and wealth. Why do you have to go through all these hardships? Why don't you talk to your master?" I'm sorry, let's go back to the palace. I've liked you for a long time, so I'm willing to leave with you, brother, don't let me down..."

There was still a faint fragrance on the letter paper. Jiang Xiaozhou didn't want to read it at first, but thought that Ling Jun would let him feel the seven emotions and six desires, so he sat cross-legged on the ground and felt it well in front of the letter paper.

Feeling and feeling, a monster with huge teeth rushed over. Jiang Xiaozhou jumped up, tapped his feet, and jumped to the top of the monster's head while moving around. He dug out a long piece from the wall The stone pierced fiercely into the monster's eyes.

The monster got up and howled, shaking its body violently, trying to throw Jiang Xiaozhou off, but Jiang Xiaozhou didn't move at all as if it was stuck to it, and the stone in his hand was even harder, and soon the monster was confused.

After a while, the monster lay on the ground, twitched twice and then stopped moving. Red and white viscous liquid spread on the ground and stained the letter paper.

Jiang Xiaozhou hesitated for a moment, and finally picked up the letter paper. After all, it was the girl's heart. Although he didn't feel any emotions from it, it was still not easy to throw it here.

Go back and give it back to her.

Jiang Xiaozhou wiped the letter paper, folded it and put it in his arms, then walked out of the prison knife cave.

The author has something to say:

This is a big deal for Xiaozhou and Wenxinjian! ! !