Tell you not to touch my sword [Cultivation]

The old man from the armory store was holding the heater, reluctantly stretched his hands out of his sleeves, and went to pick up a feather duster, disposing of the extra dust that had accumulated after winter.

The dry weather, which he hadn't adapted to for decades, made his face covered with tiny cracks in winter, even if he applied a few thick layers of suet cream, it didn't help.The sallow age spots were cracked into two halves by the frost. At first glance, it looked like there was a line between the two semicircles, a bit like a yin and yang fish.

But the old man didn't dare to think of himself as a master of Taoism.He has practiced swords with the sword master since he was a child, and he has seen the other party grow from a little baby to a tall and handsome young man, and his cultivation level has also risen from qi refining to Mahayana, which is faster than him getting drunk as soon as he is drunk fast.When he saw the sword master fighting nine demon cultivators alone, his cultivation base was like a river tide hitting the shore, breaking through the barrier of transforming gods to reach the highest level, he knew that he would never reach such a level in his life.

But nothing.When he was young, he squatted in his dirt yard watching chickens, ducks and geese. Some big red-haired roosters screamed louder than the other ones when they opened their throats, and some were aggressive but had a hoarse voice. Yes, there is no time in life, don't force it.

He didn't make a fool of himself, he was a handsome middle-aged old man back then, he naturally accepted the news that his talents were limited, and he was sent to Guanzhong voluntarily, where he stayed for 20 years.

The old man touched the felt hat on his head, and thought, he has become more and more afraid in recent years, his body is not as good as before, he should find a chance to tell the sword master to go home and retire.A few days ago, I just sent back the young master's news, and then I will get a few more lines after the news of the mysterious person who recently went to Guiyizong at the beginning of next month.

"Little Lord?"

The old man saw someone coming, and hurriedly greeted him at the door of the shop.The snowflakes floating outside were as big as goose feathers, a thick layer had accumulated on Xiao Daoluan's head and shoulders, it was cold to look at.

The old man wanted to put the stove into Xiao Daoluan's arms to let him warm his hands, but the other party shook his head and motioned him to give the stove to the young man in his arms.

The old man glanced at them, welcomed the two into the shop, and closed the shop door smoothly.

"What's the matter?" The old man didn't let go of the stove, not because he was reluctant to give up the stove to a stranger, but because the other person was covered in a thick cotton coat and was sweating hotly, so there was no need to warm up .

Xiao Daoluan pursed his lips, and said uncomfortably: "Injured."

The old man sized it up, there was no missing arm or leg, his face was a little pale, and he didn't look like he was bleeding heavily, what kind of injury could that be?

The majestic sword energy that Xiao Daoluan felt when he drew out his sword should be emanating from Shen Ke.He hadn't had time to take a closer look, but probably because of the lack of sword energy, there was something wrong with Shen Ke's meridians.

The old man was considerate and said: "It doesn't matter what the injury is, he is sweating all over, he has to wipe it off and change his clothes, otherwise he will get sick sooner or later if he is not sick."

Xiao Daoluan: "Yes."

The old man pondered: "Then I'll boil the water, and I'll call you when I'm done." After speaking, he picked up the stove, hummed a little tune, and went to chop wood.

There was a small courtyard behind the weapons shop, and several side rooms were empty, only the one where the old man lived was free of dust.Without even thinking about it, Xiao Daoluan carried him into the room.

The old man was also afraid of the cold, so he piled up a mattress as high as a hill on the bed, and when he put Shen Ke on it, he was almost buried so that he couldn't see anyone.

Seeing that he was still awake, Xiao Daoluan frowned and took his hand, and passed some sword energy from his fingertips.

That ray of sword energy traveled through the meridians in Shen Ke's body, and what he saw along the way was full of potholes, which were comparable to a cave exposed to wind and sun.Rather than saying it is a meridian, it is more appropriate to say it is a sieve.As for Shen Ke's dantian, the sword dan that could still see a vague shadow has long since disappeared, and now it is cleaner and more empty than those who have never practiced Taoism.

Xiao Daoluan's heart tightened, and he grabbed Shen Ke's wrist violently, with such force that a delicate-skinned person like Shen Ke could cry out in surprise.

Fortunately, he didn't wake up... But if he woke up, there would be many things to worry about, and this little one would never be his turn.

Xiao Daoluan wiped the fine sweat from his forehead again, he didn't know whether Shen Ke was cold or hot, why he was sweating non-stop.The pulse from the fingertips was getting lighter and lighter, and the other person's breathing was getting softer and lighter, as if he was about to fall into a deep sleep and never wake up again.

Jian Qi even ran out of this shell restlessly, and it should be said that it was lucky that the shell hadn't exploded.But if the mess left behind is not dealt with as soon as possible, it will soon take Shen Ke's life.

Xiao Daoluan looked at the ink sword, and for the first time in 800 years, felt that it looked a little hideous.If it hadn't been for it not staying obediently, and burrowing into people's bodies as soon as it was teased, how could it cause so many troubles now?

Xiao Daoluan flicked the spine of the sword with his fingers, the ink sword trembled non-stop, shivering as if he was very wronged.

There has to be a way...Xiao Daoluan thought, when Shen Ke wakes up, it's better to take advantage of Shen Ke's drowsiness to do it, and he will suffer less.

When Shen Ke was unconscious, he held the ink sword and did not let it go, which made it easier for Xiao Daoluan to move.His fingers slid across the hilt, grid, spine, and edge of the sword one by one, forcing the remaining sword energy sealed in the black sword to the top.

The sword energy in the sword cultivator's body is different from that of the sword cultivator. If you rashly introduce someone else's sword energy, you will easily end up exploding and dying.The sword energy in the spirit weapon is slightly better, but not everyone can accept it.

Xiao Daoluan had only a sliver of sword energy for Shen Ke every night before, and if there was too much, he would not be able to bear it.But if he continued to warm and nourish slowly, he might not be able to endure the torment of the damaged meridians unbearably.For now, the only way is to draw back the sword energy of Mo Jian.Although Mo Jian's sword energy was damaged a lot in the previous battle, with the addition of some of his own, it can make up seven or eight out of ten, just plugging the gap in the meridians.

It's just that, no matter how difficult it is for Mo Jian to maintain the strength of the ninth rank, it will be difficult for him to swing a sword like Gui Yizong's against Mo Heng.

Xiao Daoluan thought so, and without hesitation, all the sword energy lingering on the tip of the sword was introduced into Shen Ke's body.

Compared with how many levels of strength Mo Jian can display, what he is more concerned about now is why the sword energy of Mo Jian can come in and out of Shen Ke's body without any sign of repelling each other?When he was in Lingyun Town, he thought that Shen Ke would not be able to bear the sword energy and died on the spot, but it turned out that the other party was fine and gained a cultivation level for no reason.When Shen Kehuang used the sword energy automatically in Fumo Temple, he also thought that the opponent would explode and die, but the opponent was fine and just passed out.It was the same this time... Again and again, Xiao Daoluan had to wonder if it was really just an accident.

If it were him, it would not be surprising, after all, they have strengthened each other for more than 800 years, and there is no hindrance to their integration.But Shen Ke's body, apart from the damage to the meridians at the beginning - this is a difference in realm, has nothing to do with Mo Jian - there is no other discomfort... It seems that the sword energy deliberately protects the opponent, and does not let the opponent because of his recklessness and get hurt.

Xiao Daoluan leaned over to observe, and saw Shen Ke's eyelids twitching slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

The first word Shen Ke uttered when he opened his eyes was "pain".The whole body seems to be broken, dismantled and put together again, and there is no place that is good.

He still couldn't tell where the pain was, so he was overwhelmed by the overwhelming pain, and he couldn't even make a bubble.

Xiao Daoluan said softly, "Where does it hurt?"

Shen Ke frowned and thought for a while, then said, "It hurts everywhere."

Xiao Daoluan took away the ink sword in his hand, embraced everyone in his arms, lowered his head and kissed between the eyebrows.

"It hurts here?"

Before Shen Ke could react in time, he was kissed several times on the face.

He hurriedly pulled the neckline to prevent the opponent from continuing to wreak havoc on his neck, and said rather harshly, "What are you doing!"

He just passed out for a while, why did he feel that Xiao Daoluan seemed to be a different person, his enthusiasm was unbearable.

After scolding, Shen Ke suddenly remembered that not long ago, in order to gain more profit, he had to let Xiao Daoluan be on his injured hand... Maybe he believed it?

Shen Ke clutched the mattress, neither to loosen it, nor to hold it tight, but felt that the bed was too small, sitting with Xiao Daoluan, he couldn't stretch his arms and legs.

It was him who looked up.

Low eyebrow is also him.

It's all about him.

Even the heart that was throbbing with pain seemed to be filled with the words Xiao Daoluan.

The door of the room was opened wide, and a gust of cold wind blew in, temporarily freeing Shen Ke from the hot and stuffy predicament.

The old man was holding a half-person-high bucket, calmly said: "The hot water is ready. There is a bathtub behind the screen in my room, so I can wash it in the room?"

Xiao Daoluan nodded.

The old man poured hot water into the bucket with a splash, then picked out another bucket of cold water and mixed it. After checking the temperature of the water, he pulled out a set of clean clothes and put them beside the bed.

Xiao Daoluan said to Shen Ke: "Can you do it yourself?"

Although the pain was profuse in cold sweat, it was still much better than before when he passed out directly. Shen Ke thought that his skinny appearance was already bad enough. There was not even a trace of face left.

Besides, he looks like this... What if the two of them want to be like this... It seems that there is no chance of doing that?

"Okay." After speaking, Shen Ke repeated in a deep voice, "I can do it myself."

Xiao Daoluan watched him hastily put on his clothes and walked behind the screen, almost falling down in anxiety, he felt a little funny.

The old man silently waited for him to put away the smile on his face, and then said amusedly: "Young master, shall I go outside and wait?"

Xiao Daoluan heard the sound of water coming from the screen for a long time, and was a little worried that Shen Ke had an accident.Just as he was about to get up to take a look, there was a clatter, as if the other party had stepped into the barrel.

Relieved, but seems a little...disappointed?

Xiao Daoluan: "I'll go out with you."