Crossing the sword spirit of the world of comprehension

Wang Xiaojian looked at the costumes of the group of people and wanted to say hello, hello, goodbye, but unfortunately others didn't appreciate it, so he rushed up and grabbed him by the collar.

"it's him."

One of them pinched his chin and looked at it for a moment, and said decisively: "He is the new disciple of Yuezheng, and he was also present when he arrested Senior Brother Yuanwen and the others last time."

Maybe it was seen when it flew out of the reincarnation formation last time?

Wang Xiaojian had a bad feeling and shouted: "Wrong, wrong, I'm not Yue Zheng's disciple! You've got the wrong person!"

Some of them were not sure, "Yuanfeng, are you sure it's this person?"

"He is." A disciple laughed, "Yuezheng still holds him like a baby. He looks very doted on. I didn't expect him to be useless. He doesn't even dare to admit his identity."

Wang Xiaojian is a shameless person, his life is his life, he still said at this time: "No, no, no, you made a mistake, I really am not."

Everyone looked at him contemptuously, and waved their hands, "Whoever he is, just beat him up first."

Wang Xiaojian thought, wow, it's really a fight.Immediately, his eyes widened, and he put on an imposing look, "Do you dare to fight Yuezheng? Be careful that he will settle accounts with you!"

Several disciples were stunned, looked at each other for a moment, and then said with furious eyebrows: "You killed Senior Brother Yuanwen and the others, we can't beat you anymore? Come on! Just hit! I don't believe he dares to come to Xiling and beat us to death! "

Wang Xiaojian finally figured out what they were filled with righteous indignation, and said loudly: "Hey, hey, your senior brother Yuanwen was killed by your deputy suzerain, so what does it matter to us? You have a wrong and a debtor, you want to seek revenge from your deputy suzerain go!"

"You are still sophistrying when you are about to die!" Several people were angry, "If it weren't for your senior brother Yuanwen, why would you have been arrested?"

"Yes, brothers, beat up this little boy and avenge Senior Brother Yuanwen and the others!"

"I can't beat Yuezheng and beat his little brother!"

A group of angry youths were filled with righteous indignation, their blood boiled even more without fear of power, and they probably felt that they were great.

Seeing that something was wrong, Wang Xiaojian saw the opportunity, let go of his feet and ran wildly on the same road, calling for help while running.The people behind chased and laughed, saying that Yue Zheng's disciples were useless.

Wang Xiaojian also hated that Yuezheng didn't teach himself a half-movement, which was useless at critical moments, panting while running, wishing he could grow wings and fly.

I don't know if it was God's manifestation, but after he thought so strongly, a warm spiritual power suddenly emanated from the beads on his neck, and then he felt his body float up.The sudden fluttering made him startled, and then his feet slipped and he fell to the ground with a crooked foot.

Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly felt his chest was hot, stinging as if it had been scorched by fire, and then suddenly his ears rang, and he couldn't hear anything, his heart beat violently, his eyes went dark, like a heart attack Almost breathless.

Wang Xiaojian breathed a sigh of relief, and got up from the ground with difficulty. At this time, the people behind had already caught up, and it seemed that someone had kicked him from behind. black, and passed out.

What kind of broken beads? !

When I was dizzy, I was thinking, if I die this time, I don’t know if I can come back alive. If I can’t come back, what will Yuezheng do?

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly opened his eyes, surrounded by a quiet night.

He found himself standing on a slate road, the slate was wet, as if it had just rained, and the air was filled with damp moisture, which was cool.There are many white stone lighthouses on both sides of the road, and there are many lanterns in the center. The dim yellow firelight is projected on the stone road, reflecting broken light and shadow.

There are dark woods on both sides of the road, and no buildings can be seen.

very quiet.

And there is only a dilapidated temple in front of it.

No matter how Wang Xiaojian looked at it, he felt that this place was very similar to Lanruo Temple in "A Chinese Ghost Story", and his scalp felt numb, and goose bumps popped up.

A cool wind blows.

Inside Lanruo Temple, there were a few strands of fire light through the window, and Wang Xiaojian trembled for a while, before deciding whether to leave, his body walked in as if he had his own consciousness.

Wang Xiaojian wanted to scream, but unfortunately his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't make any sound. He could only watch his body walk slowly into the temple, pushed open the creaking door, and entered the inner room .

It wasn't a female ghost inside, but an old monk in a yellow gown.

The old monk couldn't tell how old he was, his eyebrows and beard were all white, and hung down long.What's even more amazing is that he wears an eye patch on his right eye, just like a pirate.

Holding the Buddhist beads in his hand, he looked at Wang Xiaojian for a moment and said, "Have you decided?"

"It's decided." Wang Xiaojian heard his calm voice.

The old monk sighed, took off the blindfold, revealing a bright eye, "I'll help you look again."

When Wang Xiaojian was astonished, the light in that eyeball continued to flow, and countless patterns swirled in the pupil. After a long time, the brilliance in that pupil suddenly faded, turning into lifeless blackness.The old monk covered his eyes and bent down in pain.

Wang Xiaojian's body ran over to support him, and said uncontrollably, "Master, are you alright?"

"It's nothing." The old monk shook his head, "It's just a normal reaction with the eyes of truth."

He seemed to be recovering, slowly stood up straight, and said to Wang Xiaojian: "I still can't see your future, in this world, I can't find you."

Wang Xiaojian heard himself laughing in a low voice, "Looks like he's dead."

"So, do you want to continue to take away the magic sword?" The old monk counted the prayer beads and said, "Now there is still a chance to choose."

Wang Xiaojian felt himself shaking his head, took a deep breath, "Forget it, give it to me, if I don't go, who will?"

The old monk sighed slightly, "In that case, please persevere to the end."

He went to the Buddha statue and took down a box, gently blew the dust on it, then turned around with his hands in his hands, and solemnly walked in front of Wang Xiaojian, "Please."

"Xiaojian...Xiaojian..." A vague voice echoed in his mind, Wang Xiaojian wanted to continue watching, but suddenly felt his body was light and his vision began to blur.He wondered why the voice was so familiar, who was it?

After thinking about it, he suddenly woke up.

He jumped up from the bed almost convulsively, then took a long breath, and lay back on the bed as if limp.

The person next to him hugged him and pinched him with his hands like pliers, pinching him so painfully, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine..." Wang Xiaojian said weakly, slowly gathering his sanity.

Before he could figure out the situation, he clasped the back of his head with one hand and buried his whole face into a chest, and then that chest pressed over, almost blocking all his breathing passages.

Another hand kept stroking his back, as if confirming something.

"You're finally awake..." a familiar voice murmured.

Wang Xiaojian finally remembered that this was Yue Zheng's voice!

Just as he was about to struggle, the hot chest blocked his mouth and nose, as if the body heat was also transmitted into the body along the mouth and nose, a wave of heat surged, rushed into the limbs and bones, and rushed into the depths of his mind, sapping his mind. dizzy.

He clearly knew that he was seeking his own death, but his body subconsciously pressed close to him, his mouth and nose let the opponent's strong palm press him down, almost pressing into his flesh and blood.

Suffocation comes.

But the intense heat wave and vague and joyful mind did not make the body escape, on the contrary, it clung to the flame like moths.

The man above finally let go of him.

Fresh air poured into his lungs, Wang Xiaojian took a deep breath, and gradually regained consciousness.He felt that his body was hot, and his lower body was hardened uncontrollably.

He said tremblingly, "Yuezheng?"

The man in front of him no longer had the calmness and indifference of the past. His face was full of fear and joy like a survivor, and his eyes were full of obvious joy.It was as if the sea of ​​emotion had soaked him to the drenching.

This is Yue Zheng?

Wang Xiaojian reached out and touched his face, even his face seemed to be a little hotter than usual.

It was as if the man had finally awakened from the stone, alive and warm.

Yue Zheng grabbed his hand and asked, "How are you doing now?"

Wang Xiaojian shook his head, "It's okay."

"That's good." Yuezheng finally regained his composure, as if those emotions were flowing away from him at a speed visible to the naked eye, only a pair of eyes still had warmth.

Wang Xiaojian was very disappointed, he really wanted to see him lose control and become hot again, and he also missed Yue Zheng like that, which made him feel that the other party was within reach, not as unfathomable as a fairy.

Yuezheng got up and brought a bowl of porridge over, "Drink the porridge."

Just as Wang Xiaojian was about to reach out to pick it up, Yue Zheng scooped up a spoonful and handed it to his mouth.

Wang Xiaojian was completely stunned, and opened his mouth numbly.The spoon was put into his mouth, the warm and soft porridge had a hint of sweetness, Wang Xiaojian swallowed it subconsciously, but he didn't feel the taste.

Another spoonful was delivered.

Wang Xiaojian came back to his senses and finally lost his mind - ah ah ah!Ahhh!The male god is feeding me porridge!

After regaining his senses, his slavishness also recovered. Wang Xiaojian snatched the porridge from his hand almost in fear, drank it in two or three gulps, and said to Yue Zheng: "You, you are too polite!"

Yue Zheng patted his head, "Just wake up."

Nosebleed almost flew out.

Wang Xiaojian felt that now that Yuezheng stabbed him to death with a sword, he probably would obediently smile at Jiuquan.

"I'll call Elder Qin, wait for me." Yue Zheng took his porridge bowl and put it down, got up and left.

Wang Xiaojian stayed on the bed for a second, then screamed and rolled around on it.

After a while, footsteps came from outside, Elder Qin and Yue Zheng came in, and Wang Xiaojian quickly lay down.The old man with the white beard came over to examine Wang Xiaojian's body carefully, and after many verifications, he came to the conclusion that he was alive and kicking.

Yuezheng couldn't believe it, "Is he really okay?"

"No." Elder Qin stroked his beard and said with some pride, "My medicine is still good."

Yuezheng loosened his brows, walked to Wang Xiaojian's side, stared at him for a moment, and said to him, "Have a good rest."

Wang Xiaojian was so fascinated by him, he nodded desperately at everything, and the dizziness came again, or because of the drug, he soon passed out again.Just when he thought he would see that dream again, he found that he couldn't fall asleep, and just about to open his eyes, he suddenly heard Yue Zheng's low voice, "Take a step to speak."

Then came the sound of two light footsteps.

Wang Xiaojian was slightly surprised, he didn't know what they were going to say, and after a while of doubt, the voices of the two came.

"Elder Qin, is there really nothing abnormal about him?"

"Don't you believe me?" Elder Qin seemed displeased.

Yue Zheng said: "Elder Qin, don't get me wrong, I'm asking this because Elder Qin doesn't understand some things yet."

"Oh?"

There was silence.

Wang Xiaojian became nervous, he could feel Yue Zheng's hesitation.

"I wonder if Elder Qin has heard about Huanyang?"

"Did you mean to seize the house?"

"I don't know either." Yue Zheng sighed, seeming a little distressed, "Actually, I woke up on the seventh day."

"Returning the sun in seven days? That's impossible. No one would take away the house after seven days of death."

"Elder Qin, I am not simple."

"Oh?"

Wang Xiaojian felt a sharp gaze shot over.

"His name is Wang Xiaojian, and he is my sword spirit."

There was silence.

Wang Xiaojian really wanted to open his eyes to see Elder Qin's expression, but he still held his body firmly.

Over there, Yuezheng gave a general account of Wang Xiaojian's origin, and Elder Qin didn't speak from the beginning to the end. He must have been shocked by the story that had been turned back and forth.

After a long time, Elder Qin's voice sounded, "I understand, it's just that this matter is unbelievable and unbelievable."

Yuezheng's voice was strong and domineering, "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. Now I'm worried about whether his health will go wrong again. He has practiced restoration techniques, and he can recover quickly after being beaten up on Tianzhu Peak. Recovery, but something happened this time."

Yue Zheng's voice dropped, and Wang Xiaojian was slightly taken aback.

Soon, his voice returned to normal, "He fell into a deep sleep for three days after being kicked. It's hard for me not to think in a bad direction, what if he can't wake up one day?"

Yuezheng's words were cold and nonchalant, with a matter-of-fact tone, not a tone of concern for critically ill patients at all, but Wang Xiaojian was stabbed so hard that he was so moved that he almost burst into tears.

"This..." Elder Qin didn't seem to know how to answer, "His body is no different from ordinary people..."

"Why did you sleep for so long this time?"

"This..." Elder Qin was also stopped by the question.

Wang Xiaojian couldn't hold his ground any longer, jumped up from the bed, and said loudly: "This broken bead did it!"