Tell you not to touch my sword [Cultivation]

Xiao Daoluan was a little embarrassed.

Shen Ke vomited a mouthful of blood in a coma, and a large part of his collar was wet.His brows were tightly furrowed, and his facial features seemed to be almost twisted together. Even if one didn't experience it personally, one could imagine the pain he was enduring at the moment.

The scattered bone powder spread a thin layer on the path, and as Shen Ke rolled unconsciously, it was covered all over.The half-new clothes and curled up posture seem to be like a homeless man who has nowhere to spend the winter, huddled in a dilapidated temple, waiting for the snow to stop and the clouds to leave.

Xiao Daoluan heard from Shen Ke that during the ten years of wandering, he did not miss sleeping in places like Valley Temple and Earth Temple.It is an unexpected joy to have hay. More often, I throw the package on the ground as a pillow and sleep on the ground.The corner away from the doors and windows is the most sought-after, and those who are not resourceful and powerful will not be able to grab it.

When Shen Ke talked about this experience, he looked smug, as if he had snatched a warm and dry berth, which was more gratifying than breaking through a bottleneck in sword practice.

Xiao Daoluan couldn't understand.

He didn't understand much about Shen Ke.

All the experience he knew that could be used to judge a person seemed to be invalid when placed on Shen Ke.

Laziness, childishness, cowardice... Shen Ke has all these qualities. In other words, the other party lacks the most basic qualities needed to be a swordsman.

But at the same time, he is persistent, simple, and impulsive. If he can put all his thoughts on the way of swordsmanship, he may not gain nothing.

Xiao Daoluan rubbed his forehead.What kind of person Shen Ke is has nothing to do with him.From the moment he saw this person again, all he cared about was his sword.Whether it was due to a little vagueness in his memory, the cherishment of life, or the taboo that he had not killed in 800 years, he did not directly kill and grab the sword before, but now there is no reason not to lie dormant and wait.

As long as he doesn't make a move, with Shen Ke's current physical condition, it won't be long before he can't control the sword energy in his body.The accident like last time will not happen again.

Thinking of this, Xiao Daoluan walked to Shen Ke's side and sat down cross-legged.

A flick of a finger, a breath, a stick of incense... As he meditates every day, he knows the time well.But today's time always seems extraordinarily long.

For 800 years, he recited silently in his heart.

bang.

Rumble.

Dark clouds gathered and lightning pierced the sky.The cloudless clear sky was overturned in an instant, as if a vision had been triggered by Shen Ke's sword.It has nothing to do with Shen Ke's neither high nor low cultivation base, but it is undoubtedly because of that sword that he can draw such a large energy.

After all, it was the sword that accompanied him through the thunder disaster.

Since the reconstruction, some fragments from 800 years ago will appear in front of his eyes from time to time.He knew he had forgotten something, it might or might not be important, he couldn't judge.

He has seen the scene where he failed to cross the tribulation.

Dark clouds filled the sky, low and low as if they were about to overlap the earth.He stood on the top of the peaks, standing proudly in the thunder that tore through the sky one after another.

The swift lightning seems to have the power to destroy the world. Birds return to their nests and beasts lie dormant, but he is fearless.

So how did it fail?

Why in the end what he ushered in was not the 81th [-]st tribulation thunder, but the sword in his hand?

When the ink sword fell from the sky, resolving soldiers and rebuilding had become his only choice.

In other words, it was precisely because he chose Bing Jie to re-cultivate that ink sword fell from the sky.

If a sword cultivator in the Mahayana period feels unwell when crossing the catastrophe, besides death, there is another option - to dissolve.Allowing his sword to disintegrate the body, the primordial spirit can remain immortal, reincarnated and rebuilt.

When the soldiers were dissolved, his primordial spirit was not injured, so he didn't need to spend any more time to cultivate it.Then why... he waited for 800 years in vain?

Thinking that there was no result in the end, Xiao Daoluan could only let go of these doubts temporarily.No matter what accident happened 800 years ago, since the last encounter was a military solution, it shows that he still did not give up his pursuit of kendo at that time.800 years of time have been wasted, he should practice more diligently in this life to live up to...

A drop of rain fell on his face.

Heavy and cold.

The dark cloud above the head was like a ball of paper soaked with ink, which could no longer bear the weight of the water droplets, and swung them all down in an instant.

The raindrops hit the ground heavily, splashing a speck of mud.Xiao Daoluan's clothes were soon wet, not to mention Shen Ke who was in a coma and couldn't avoid it.

His skin pressed against the wet ground, and the chill scrambled into his bones.Unconsciously, he curled up his body even tighter, but he couldn't resist the torrential rain falling from the sky.

Xiao Daoluan stretched out his hand, trying to wipe the rain off his face.His eyelashes were beaded with water, making his vision a little blurry.

There was a sudden thunder, louder than before, as if it was falling nearby.

Shen Ke's body trembled.

Xiao Daoluan felt the drops of water in front of his eyes tremble, and then slipped down.

He saw Shen Ke.

He helped Shen Ke up.

Everyone has a heart of compassion, Xiao Daoluan thought, although he has cultivated the sword, what he wants to prove is not the way of being too merciless.

As if feeling the familiar body temperature, Shen Ke subconsciously reached out to hug Xiao Daoluan's waist.This reminded Xiao Daoluan that when he woke up from the state of meditation this morning, he also found that he was bound by hands and feet so that he could hardly move.

Xiao Daoluan, who hasn't slept with anyone for 800 years, thinks it's a bit bad.

As bad as it is now.

The two of them were not far from the hall where Poxu Miduo was enshrined. Xiao Daoluan supported Shen Ke with one hand, half hugged and half dragged, and found a place with a roof for the two of them.

The thunder still rang endlessly.It doesn't have the power of crossing the catastrophe back then, it's just a big movement.Xiao Daoluan looked at the streaks of red or bright white lightning, calm and composed.

But Shen Ke, who was held in his arms, seemed to be quite afraid of the thunder, and every time the roar was a little louder, he hugged Xiao Daoluan even tighter.

What is more uncomfortable than getting wet is when two wet people stick together.

Shen Ke restlessly rubbed his head into his arms, probably in some pain, and couldn't help moaning softly.The rain was icy cold, but the person in his arms was a little hot, Xiao Daoluan frowned, but he didn't feel how unbearable this situation was.

He could feel the sword energy rushing around in Shen Ke's body.Maybe he sensed the approach of the familiar aura, and the rushing energy became even stronger, almost as if he was kicking his hooves to revel in Shen Ke's meridians.

They probably also want to go back to where they belong...

Xiao Daoluan slowly stroked the ink sword with the other hand, and fell into deep thought.At this time, the ink sword in his hand was just an ordinary sword, sharper at most, and if he wanted to regain the power of his previous life, he would have to withdraw the sword energy stored in Shen Ke's body.

But without the sword energy... Shen Ke would die.

Want someone?

Still want a sword?

He thought he wouldn't worry about it.

In fact, he was not entangled, and the movements of his hands came faster than his thoughts.Quickly point your fingers everywhere, guiding the scattered sword energy in Shen Ke's body to return.Because the sword qi cultivated by the other party these days is far from enough to make up for the consumption of today's sword, he also passed a part of the sword qi in his body to repair those dilapidated meridians.

His swordsmanship has always been domineering, and when the sword energy entered his body, even though he was in a coma, Shen Ke still frowned dissatisfied.

Seeing his uncomfortable look, Xiao Daoluan felt that the unhappiness in his heart dissipated a little.