After the villain's cultivation base is lost

Tianyan's shattered spiritual power is like a boon, the moat broken by the "abandoned fairy bone" slowly closes, and the mountains are as before. In late autumn, the mountains are full of fallen leaves, but after the rain of spiritual power, they are lush.

It's like spring returning to the earth.

Just a few steps away, green vines have grown on the steps of Xi's landline, quietly climbing the mottled walls.

Sheng Jiao walked down the stone steps, and saw Yan Jianglan kneeling on the ground holding his warm yellow robe in the depths of the empty ground veins, with heavy snow falling all over his shoulders, staring blankly at the void, not knowing what he was thinking.

Hearing footsteps, Yan Jianglan looked sideways slightly.

Sheng Jiao walked slowly to his side, lowered his body and gently stroked the wet tears on Yan Jianglan's face with his hand.

Due to the complete disappearance of the origin of the Tianyan, the Tianyan in the body of all monks with phase patterns in the entire thirteen states is also slowly disappearing, or it is completely fused with the spiritual root.

In less than three days, there will be no trace of Tianyan in the thirteen states.

The "abandoned fairy bone" in Yan Jianglan's body has been released, and half of the "sound of idle listening" slowly melts into the meridian, the hazy voice is not very clear in his ears, he doesn't know what expression he made, but he just tilted his face blankly Gently rubbing his head against Sheng Jiao's palm.

It was difficult for Sheng Jiao to perceive emotions before, and he could only know other people's emotions from expressions and reactions, but at this moment, an inexplicable emotion swept through the door of his heart, and he was keenly aware of Yan Jianglan's sadness.

"Let's go." Sheng Jiao said, "Go home."

Yan Jianglan hugged Yutuishan's empty robe, and was supported by Sheng Jiao to stand up in a daze.

He looked down at the lines on the warm yellow clothes, closed his eyes slightly, and suddenly used his spiritual power to stir up a flame, which burned the robe with a "chi".

The tongue of flame burned up the clothes inch by inch, and instantly turned into a small handful of ashes that fell on the palm of his hand, and was put away by Yan Jianglan in a small jade bottle.

After doing all this, Yan Jiang realized the shattered Tianyan spiritual power around him, feeling inexplicably lost.

In an instant, the backlash left by the "abandoned fairy bone" and the physical and mental exhaustion from the loss of relatives and friends swept over his body. Yan Jianglan seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, and suddenly staggered and fell to the ground.

In a daze, Men Shengjiao seemed to catch him, Yan Jianglan opened his lips and wanted to say something, but he was so exhausted that he lost consciousness completely before he could even utter a word.

The battle of "Abandoning the Immortal Bone" was huge, but in the end there was only a grand and splendid fireworks.

However, the movement of Tianyan from the ground to the sky still caused countless mountain ranges to crumble and collapse. It took Xiezhizong and the Punishment House three days to completely clean up the mess.

Yan Jianglan was always in a daze, as if he had traveled thousands of miles on foot, and finally found a place to rest, and fell into a dark sleep.

When his consciousness woke up inch by inch from the dark abyss, only his eyes could move, his hands and feet seemed to be fixed, and his meridians were all asleep.

It was already sunny outside, and the warm sun shone in through the half-opened carved windows, cut the glare through the thin white gauze, and fell warmly on Yan Jianglan's face, warming the brocade quilt.

Looking at the osmanthus tree outside the window, it should be a Qing building of Xiezhizong, but the brocade quilt on the bed, the outside arrangement and the incense have completely changed. Fortunately, a sweet-scented osmanthus was placed on the bedside table, and the smell still made Yan Jianglan peaceful.

Yan Jianglan's whole body was limp, he didn't want to move, and he didn't mind when Sheng Jiao changed all his arrangements - if he changed it, he would definitely be in control.

He opened his eyes and looked at the tassels hanging on the bed curtain, his mind went blank and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After lying down for a while, the door was pushed open with a "squeak".

Sheng Jiao, dressed in the black robe of the Xiezhi sect, walked over slowly, opened the curtain of the bed as usual, and was obviously startled when he saw Yan Jianglan open his eyes. "woke up."

Yan Jianglan gave a vague "hmm".

"The weather is nice." Sheng Jiao sat on the edge of the bed and straightened Yan Jianglan's long messy hair, and said, "Would you like to go for a walk?"

Yan Jianglan yawned, and said quietly, "I'm tired, I don't like to move."

Sheng Jiao said, "You slept for four days."

Yan Jianglan just woke up from a deep sleep and he was a little dull, "Oh" said: "No wonder I'm so tired, it still hurts."

Sheng Jiao was startled.

Before that, even if Yan Jianglan was going to join the citizenship, he would wrap himself tightly. He would never take the initiative to say that he was in pain. Still say it doesn't hurt like a normal person.

For some reason, at this moment, he seemed to have no strength to support the glass-like disguise, and he had no strength to support the twisted calculations in his head, and he could only murmur softly and cry out for pain.

Sheng Jiao held his breath, leaned down slightly and asked softly, "Where does it hurt?"

"The root of the spirit hurts." Yan Jianglan was so obedient, his eyes half-opened, "The waist and abdomen hurt, and the face still hurts."

Sheng Jiao touched Yan Jianglan's cheek, the scratched wound had already healed, leaving a slight scar, which estimated that it would take a few days to completely disappear.

The "Abandoned Immortal Bone" forcibly widened the meridians, even if the poison was cured, the short Mahayana cultivation base still brought him a huge backlash.

When Yan Jianglan was asleep, Le Zhengzhen and Mrs. Wan had already come over to show him, leaving behind a pile of panacea, which Sheng Jiao had force-fed to him in the past four days.

Seeing that Yan Jianglan couldn't stop complaining of pain, Sheng Jiao frowned and poured spiritual power into his meridians for half a circle, then raised his hand to unseal Yan Jianglan's girdle.

Yan Jianglan had been wearing a thin shirt for the past few days, and his girdle was only loosely tied with a button, which could be pulled off with a single hand.

After saying a few words, Yan Jianglan's body finally gained strength. Seeing Sheng Jiao undoing his girdle and moving the messy robe to the left and right, he did not stop him, and yawned lazily: "Sect Master Sheng, during the day Publicizing adultery, isn't it somewhat inappropriate?"

Sheng Jiao: "..."

If before, the cold-faced and cold-hearted Sect Master Sheng didn't bother to listen to his flirtatious words, he would still do what he had to do, but now he froze in a rare way.

Yan Jianglan's clothes were half torn off, revealing a part of his snow-white waist. He was just a mouthful, waiting patiently for Sheng Jiao to look at the wound on his waist.

But after waiting for a long time, when he looked up, he saw Sect Master Sheng standing still, frowning, and the hand hanging on his waist and abdomen didn't know whether to advance or retreat.

Yan Jianglan said vaguely, "Sheng Jiao?"

Sheng Jiao came back to his senses, opened his thin clothes as if nothing had happened, and gently held Yan Jianglan's side waist with his wide palm, stroking the scabbed scar carefully.

Yan Jianglan couldn't help shaking, and unconsciously moved aside, saying vaguely, "It doesn't hurt anymore, don't touch it, it's all scabbed and healed."

Sheng Jiao turned a deaf ear and rubbed his fingertips vigorously.

Yan Jianglan was numb all over from his touch, and his limbs were no longer weak. He sat up with his hands on the bed, brushed away Sheng Jiao's hands with his head sullen, and fastened the girdle indiscriminately, even with a dead button.

Sheng Jiao looked at him.

"Don't make trouble." Yan Jianglan coughed and said, "Let's get down to business first, I have to draw out Chun Yu's sword intent for you—why you let me sleep for four days without waking me up, the sword intent is Don’t the meridians hurt?”

Sheng Jiao would not say a word no matter how badly injured he was, and shook his head coldly.

Chun Yu's sword intent was sharp and cold, and it might be able to heal with spiritual power on the flesh and blood wounds, but this time he fled around in the meridians with a cold killing intent, even if Sheng Jiao was in the Mahayana stage, I'm afraid it would be uncomfortable.

Yan Jianglan pressed his finger on the vital gate of Sheng Jiao's wrist, and was about to activate his spiritual power to draw out the Spring Rain Sword Intent, when a stabbing pain came from the inner mansion. He almost vomited blood with his lips closed.

Sheng Jiao's expression changed, and he firmly held onto his forearm: "You..."

"No, nothing." Yan Jianglan forced down the bloody smell in his throat, and shook his head, "The spiritual power has been stimulated for a while, so I'll take it easy."

Having said that, Sheng Jiao refused to let him take the risk of drawing Chun Yu's sword intent again, so he pressed Yan Jianglan on the bed with a sullen face, and said in a low voice, "Lie down."

Yan Jianglan was still tugging at his sleeve, as if he had finally found something he could do, with an inexplicable urgency on his face: "Let me try again, Sheng Jiao..."

"I asked Mrs. Wan to come over." Sheng Jiao interrupted him forcefully, and said coldly, "The sword intent has been suppressed by me, and nothing will happen for now."

The most important thing now is Yan Jianglan's accumulated injuries over the years.

More than ten years of endless erosion, the short-term promotion of the tiger and wolf poison "abandoned immortal bones", and the three months of inhuman torture in the Xiezhi sect made Yan Jianglan's thin body finally completely unable to support it. The detoxification healed the injury, but it could not restore the body to its original state.

The tiredness in Yan Jianglan's body was not from too much sleep, but from the weariness and slump in his bones and soul.

He is no longer lively and gag, but wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost.

Yan Jianglan looked at Sheng Jiao blankly, but being rejected by him was like being hit hard, his lips were trembling.

"I just think……"

Sheng Jiao didn't speak, turned around and left.

Yan Jianglan stared blankly at his back.

Although the subconscious mind clamored to draw out the Chun Yu Sword Intent immediately, the body seemed to be separated from the soul. He tried his best to be as strong as usual, but his mind was full of exhaustion and depression.

Sheng Jiao returned after using the rhino horn lamp to communicate with Yao Zong, and saw that Yan Jianglan had closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep, with an unprecedented tiredness on his pale face.

His great vendetta was avenged, and the most hated Tianyan was also destroyed. Yan Jianglan could only wish for these two things in his life.

The motivation that had been supporting him to live by any means since he was ten years old quietly disintegrated, and Yan Jianglan seemed to have no idea what he would live for in the future.

For Shengjiao?

"But how do we live?" Yan Jianglan thought in a daze in a daze, "I don't know."

In the past 12 years, he has been carrying a heavy mountain step by step and struggling to move forward with countless difficulties and obstacles. The burden that almost crushed him countless times suddenly disappeared one day.

Yan Jianglan was at a loss and didn't know what to do. In his trance, he felt that everything was boring.

For the past 12 years, even in his dreams, Yan Jianglan has always wanted to plan his plans regardless of everything, and not let anything escape his control.

But now in his dream he was like a leaf of duckweed, soberly letting himself go with the flow, not wanting to struggle at all.

He fell asleep in a daze, and when he woke up again, it was already sunset.

A scent of medicine came faintly, and Yan Jianglan raised his head to look in a daze.

Mrs. Wan sat on the side of the bed to feel his pulse, and when she saw that he was awake, she smiled softly and said, "Ling'er is awake, does the meridian still hurt?"

Yan Jianglan seemed to have fallen asleep, and whispered, "Mother?"

Mrs. Wan was taken aback, and stretched out her hand to gently stroke the water mark at the end of Yan Jiang's appendix.

Yan Jianglan watched for a long time with tears in his eyes, before he gradually came to his senses. He probably felt embarrassed, and he struggled slightly to get up, wiped the corners of his eyes indiscriminately, and tried to force a smile.

"Why are you here, madam?"

Mrs. Wan said: "Sect Master Sheng said that your injuries are not yet fully healed, so I will treat you."

"No." Yan Jianglan shook his head, "I'm fine at all."

Madam Wan also knew that his injury was not serious when she first diagnosed and treated him. It would take only a few days for him to fully recover after taking the elixir and crossing spirit power.

"Ling'er?" She asked softly, "What are you thinking?"

Yan Jianglan was in a daze, but when he came back to his senses, he said in confusion, "I didn't think about anything."

Madam Wan's eyes dimmed slightly.

Yan Jianglan's appearance was not at all bewildered when he just woke up, but rather a kind of lethargy from the separation of the soul.

This feeling is familiar.

Jade Mountain was almost like this back then.