Su Bian Cultivation World

Luo Jiujiang seemed to have had a very long dream.

His consciousness was ups and downs in a black sea, the surrounding sea water was salty, every drop was as sharp as a blade.It hurt even his muscles and bones.

On the other hand, he was tired and tired, and even the sharp pain couldn't let him get out of his drowsiness.In a daze, a blood-stained figure faintly appeared in front of his eyes.The opponent's stature is still young, but the saber energy has already taken shape.The figure turned his back to him, repeating the same move over and over again, Luo Jiujiang watched it for a long time, and finally pointed out three or four areas that could be improved.

Although this knife seems a bit hasty and casual, but the style really suits my appetite.Luo Jiujiang was half dreaming and half awake thinking, this trick seems to be made up just for me.

He still stayed in the black sea, swaying all over his body without exerting any strength, the surroundings were icy cold, and he sank silently in the sea water.

sleepy……

There are faint sounds of flies and insects in the ear, humming a constant frequency repeatedly.Luo Jiujiang shook his head, but failed to drive away the voice, instead it seemed to be getting closer.

"...is it enough..."

what?

"Just... Luanxue... Enough...?"

It doesn't seem to be the sound of mosquitoes, but why is it no longer clear?

The sound was getting closer and louder.This time Luo Jiujiang heard it clearly, it was not the buzzing of insects vibrating their wings, but a serious question.

"Is it enough to just mess up the snowfield?"

What is the chaotic snowfield... Before this thought flashed through his mind, a firm voice emerged from the bottom of Luo Jiujiang's heart: Not enough!How can the chaotic snowfield be enough?He wants to pierce the sky of this world!

The familiar figure repeatedly waving a knife in front of his eyes suddenly stopped, and a strong sense of déjà vu and memories before coma flooded his face. Luo Jiujiang suddenly realized that the blood-stained boy in black was actually displaying his own self in the chaotic snowfield. .

Luo Jiujiang woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he felt as if he had died once.

Although Luo Jiujiang's meridians no longer hurt sharply, the long and itchy soreness is not much better.He lay on the ground and rested for a long time before he had the strength to raise one arm, but the next moment he was startled by the dense blood that seemed to be flowing on his arm.

Gathering his mind, Luo Jiujiang finally realized that he was being written with blood from his fingertips, with countless small characters. There was a slight light flickering on the blood stains attached to his skin, and he didn't know how long he had been covered , but still not dry.

"Are you awake?" Xie Chuncan said hoarsely not far away.Luo Jiujiang turned his eyes and saw that the other party's eyes were blue, his expression was haggard, his upper body was naked, and the three blood spots on his left wrist were arranged very neatly.

"Cough..." Luo Jiujiang cleared his throat a few times, opened the throat that seemed to be stuck together, and then said weakly: "Thank you, brother, for saving me."

Before he closed his eyes, he was already in a state of lying down and waiting to die, but now he was able to see the light of day again, with these bloody words on his body, thinking with his toes, he should understand what Xie Chuncan did for him.

"No thanks." Xie Chuncan said wearily.Previously, Luo Jiujiang's traumatic injuries, internal injuries, and meridian injuries all turned into a mess of porridge. At the beginning, the words he wrote on Luo Jiujiang's back were as big as a square inch. Later, he found that this could only make Luo Jiujiang die more slowly. He can only do it all over again.

Shuqi requires extremely high attention, and Luo Jiujiang's situation is too scary. Xie Chuncan can be said to be racing against the odds, and in the end, Luo Jiujiang really put half his foot into the underworld. Pulled back by Shengsheng.

For this, he dipped his fingernails in blood and wrote petite characters all over Luo Jiujiang's body, until his fingers were almost worn out in the end.

Luo Jiujiang lay on the ground for more than a moment and felt that his condition was better again.He sat up slowly propping up the stone slab, carefully looked at the writing on his hands, and read with interest: "Xantaozi, the root is bitter, the nature is mild, and it is non-toxic... Brother Xie, what did you write?"

Xie Chuncan closed his eyes since Luo Jiujiang woke up, and leaned against the side wall to rest silently. He didn't even lift his head when he heard Luo Jiujiang's question, and said in a rough voice: "The Compendium of Materia Medica that I can memorize In the article, I basically wrote everything I could write." After a pause, he added, "Except Motherwort."

Luo Jiujiang: "..." He laughed dumbfounded, and then replied solemnly after a while, "Thank you so much, brother, otherwise I would have almost killed two brothers."

"Motherwort controls amenorrhea, motherwort is the medicine that saves you and both lives." Xie Chuncan's head had already started to peck like a chicken, and his voice gradually weakened. The tone was full of sleepiness, "I can write that."

Luo Jiujiang: "..."

The Foundation Establishment cultivator has already fasted, and hardly needs to sleep.Xie Chuncan, however, was able to fall asleep vaguely while talking, obviously exhausted and unable to sustain himself.Luo Jiujiang's eyes softened, and his mouth was tightly shut.

He supported his body, which was still broken and stagnant, stood up as quietly as possible, and then gently helped Xie Chuncan to the ground from a position of half leaning against the wall and half bent over, so that he could sleep soundly. Get comfortable.

After doing all this, Luo Jiujiang turned back to the ground where he lay down and rested before, picked up his torn and shapeless robe and put it on casually, looking back and forth at the stone room where the two lived with a pair of sharp eyes.

When falling down from the snowfield, Luo Jiujiang's consciousness was a little trance, as if he was stepping lightly on the cotton, and the feeling of suddenly emptying under his feet was not very clear.He concentrated on recalling for a long time before he roughly pieced things together.

At that time, when he slashed with the saber, he didn't know what kind of movement was stirred up, he stepped on the ground, and fell into this stone room together with Xie Chuncan.However, this stone chamber...

Luo Jiujiang thought for a moment, then pressed the long knife on his waist.The blade, which was as dark as the night, was quietly pulled out, but after Luo Jiujiang looked back at Xie Chuncan who was sleeping soundly, he was silently returned to the sheath.

The next moment, Luo Jiujiang's palm hit the stone wall firmly, making a muffled blunt sound, which did not wake anyone up.

This palm left a shallow palm print on the stone wall. Luo Jiujiang shook his hand that was numb from the backlash, roughly estimated the thickness of the stone wall, and frowned unconsciously.

Even a patient like him who has just recovered from a serious injury can leave traces on the stone wall, not to mention the monks who came prepared to hunt them down.He saw that the leading monk, Lu Qi, looked paranoid and puzzled. He was afraid that if he didn't dig three feet into the ground, it would not be considered a settlement. When the other party found a layer of stone roof, he would probably dig a big hole out.

However, this stone room is so quiet and stable, there is no sign of "passive construction".

Either that Lu Qi and a group of monks suddenly went blind, or there is something weird in this stone room.

Luo Jiujiang pressed his ear against the stone wall for a while, and then turned to the corner of the room to grope and probe inch by inch after failing.The room is well ventilated, but the walls are tightly closed. Luo Jiujiang knocked on each stone brick carefully, with his ears always upright, listening to their movements.

Luo Jiujiang's index finger gave a slight pause when he stroked the smooth brick surface with his fingers again.

Although it was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, he could still detect the difference in this small piece of wall with the different tactile sensations under his fingers.After repeated confirmation many times, Luo Jiujiang carved the shape of the pattern on the ground with the tip of a knife like a gourd.

It appeared to be a clam shell.

Just as he continued to test this wall, and tapped the pattern with the handle of the knife for the third time, Xie Chuncan shook his head and moaned, barely struggling out of the chaotic dream, and said angrily: " Where are you breaking ground?"

"This house is not quite right, let me try it." Luo Jiujiang straightened up and smiled happily, "Brother Xie is awake?"

"Your jingling voice has smashed a basket. I'm a dead person, so I should be woken up by your prying the coffin." Xie Chuncan supported the wall and stood up, rolling his eyes at Luo Jiujiang. , "Brother Yu, next time you can let Brother Wei give you less blood. This time I put seventy to eighty catties of red goods to rescue you. If you want to have another time, Brother Xian will have to suck you alive done."

"Brother Xie is too polite and humble. You are a nobleman. An arm is not much of three to five hundred catties. Seventy or eighty catties is only the weight of a thin hair. How can it hurt your fundamentals?"

"...you'd better go away." Xie Chuncan scolded his loyal cross talk partner, but still stepped forward and pulled Luo Jiujiang's arm, carefully observed the color of the book on it, and poked it again. Probing Luo Jiujiang's meridians and confirming that he is getting better before putting down his wrist.

Luo Jiujiang followed his gaze, and saw that the bloody writing on his body seemed to have faded a bit, and he couldn't help laughing: "The thing Xie wrote to me can't be wiped off, but fortunately, it can fade by itself. Looking at the small broken characters all over my body, not to mention the Ax Gang Qinglong Association, even a bookstore is not willing to accept me."

"Don't worry, Jiujiang." Xie Chuncan snorted and laughed, and took a look at Luo Jiujiang's face covered in blood like ants, so that he could hardly see the truth, "Just for your bright future of doing odd jobs in the bookstore , this color will not fade so fast. You have to wait until your lover finds you, and when you are panting at night, it is called "Atractylodes macrocephala Wuqian". All night."

Luo Jiujiang was taken aback for a moment, puzzled and said: "What?"

Xie Chuncan was also taken aback, and coughed after a while: "I'm sorry, you should just pretend you didn't listen. No matter how old or young you are, this place only divides the living and the dead. I'm used to it, and I can't help but say anything ...I forgot that you are not very old yet."