take care of yourself

After the crystal house disappeared, the spirit-locking array also failed, and the sluggish spiritual power flowed through the meridians. Ying Yao was hanging in the gray mist with the sword in his hand, thinking that saving the common sword had come up with a bad idea.

"I still have a hole in my stomach, aren't you afraid that I'll leak the wine as it is?" Jianxiu boldly pulled the tassel of his sword, bullying it, "I'm tired, you carry me away. "

This time Jisujian didn't whine or chirp, it flew to Ying Yao's feet to support him firmly, and asked in an exaggeratedly doting tone: "Where are you going?"

Ying Yao ignored its pretentious tone, he looked around, and all he could see was a vast gray fog, but his spiritual sense found a hole in the gray fog that could not be peeked at. Ying Yao hesitated, He didn't fly there immediately, but slowly unfolded his consciousness, trying to search for the gray mist.

The scope of the gray fog is extremely wide. Ying Yao has released his consciousness for nearly three hundred miles and still hasn't touched the boundary. This is almost the limit that a sword cultivator's consciousness can extend. If he goes further away, he can't guarantee the accuracy of what he sees He had no choice but to give up finding out where the boundary was, and fly to the place that was obviously reserved for him.

The Jiusu sword flew extremely steadily, and there was nothing hindering him in the gray mist. The scenery was monotonous and quiet. Ying Yao stood on the sword for a while, feeling that there was no danger anymore. Exhaustion defeated.

It has been three days and three nights since he found Zhuo Yuanshan in the Tongtian Territory, until he split Zhuo Yuanshan's skull with a sword and exiled him in the crystal house. His flesh is so sore that it doesn't look like his own.

Ying Yao immediately took a deep breath, sat down slowly while supporting the blade of the Jiusu sword, turned his neck left and right, and there was a toothache creaking sound between the bones.

Jisujian was startled by him, and quickly slowed down and stopped.

Now it has to support Ying Yao, not daring to make too much movement, so it can only wave the sword tassel and ask worriedly: "What's wrong?"

Ying Yao was too tired to talk, he lowered his hand and touched the hilt of the Jiusu Sword under his leg, then covered his mouth and yawned, muttering, "I'm a little sleepy."

He already had a strong nasal voice when he spoke, and Jiusu Jianguang could imagine him yawning with tears in his eyes, and he couldn't help asking indulgently: "I remember that there seems to be a method that can make me into a Lay down a little wider, do you want to stop here and rest for a while, or talk about it when you get there?"

Ying Yao yawned again, tried hard to search out the method of saving the common sword from memory, and lazily raised his hand and typed a formula.

The spiritual power extended from both sides of the Jiusu Sword, and became a stable entity under the action of the formula. The Jiusu Sword now looks like a bed board about two feet wide and six feet long. The sword spirit Drilling back into Yao's sea of ​​consciousness, he poked his head out to see what he had been transformed into, and couldn't help but let out a sound of bearing the burden of humiliation.

Ying Yao propped up the "bed board" and sat cross-legged, pulled out two bottles of wound medicine from the mustard ring, poured them into the palm of his hand, and swallowed them in one gulp, keeping half of the spiritual consciousness that was released outside just in case, and the other half was retracted into the body. Pulling the medicine to flow to the wound, while leaving some in the meridians, to treat the minor injury caused by too much force just now, after a while, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, raised his hand and pinched the back of his neck, looking a little more energetic.

"Stop for a while," he said to Jiu Sujian, "I remember Master Fang said that he could stay for five years at most, and he only came in for three days. There is still time. I feel like I'm about to break through again. Let’s talk about healing.”

The penultimate sentence was too shocking, the Jiusu Sword trembled, and let out a sword cry that could be called piercing clouds: "What!"

Ying Yao couldn't help laughing: "I feel like I'm about to break through again." He patted the Jiusu Sword, "Zhuo Yuanshan's training and the four questions about the Crystal House are still of some use, at least Let me personally 'join the WTO' once."

So Jisujian immediately let go of his shock, and turned to worry: "Didn't Ah Yao say that the secret realm is not connected to the Dao, if you break through in the secret realm, will your spiritual power be insufficient?"

Ying Yao recalled Zhuo Yuanshan's interrupted promotion, and said uncertainly: "Small realm should be barely completed?"

He paused for a moment, then changed his attitude and said casually: "Promotion is like having a baby. When it's all over, it can't be stuffed back. Let's resign ourselves to fate."

The Sword of Rescuing the World was choked by his metaphor. Ying Yao threw away the wound medicine in his hand and threw it into the mustard ring. Then he found a box of jade-like ointment and twisted it on his knees. He opened his robe and untied it. The bandage on the waist and abdomen.

Thanks to the frequent mending of the robes of the naughty young junior sisters, Jianxiu's level of suturing wounds is acceptable. At least for a while, there is not much blood seeping from the sutures. It should be removed He wiped off the blood around the needle wound, picked up a little ointment with his fingertips, and applied it to the sutured wound.

The effect of double cultivation and wound medicine has gone to the injury in the abdominal cavity that needs more treatment. The shed flesh and blood are completely converted into spiritual power by the secret method, so instead the flesh and flesh wounds are not healed. The ointment soaks into the surface of the flesh and sutures. Before he had time to take a breath, he felt the burning pain from the wound, and couldn't help grinning.

Jiusujian observed his expression and immediately asked, "Are you in pain?"

Ying Yao let out a "hmm", put on a new clean cloth to wrap the wound, put away the old cloth and the medicine box together, looked down at the mustard ring on her little finger for a while, and then took out two more that smelled bad. A refreshing talisman was symmetrically attached to the inside of both wrists.

These are two "Concentration" talismans, which are often used when monks sit and discuss the Tao. Jisujian vaguely remembered that these were left over from a sparring in Wuliang City. At that time, he laughed at the poverty of sword cultivators.

But at this moment, it watched Ying Yao take things out of the mustard ring again and again, not counting the sundries he usually accumulated, there were seven or eight bottles of wound medicine alone, not to mention that it had been destroyed in the confrontation with Zhuo Yuanshan. The sword servant boy and the "painting the ground as a prison" sword array, except for good wine and meat and sword sharpening stones, it took almost everything imaginable.

Jiusujian couldn't help but sighed with emotion: "I remember when I first followed you, your mustard ring was full of broken copper and scraps of cold food, look at the bottle of top-grade medicine now, my You are rich."

Jiusujian tried his best to send out the hint of "don't treat your sword badly". Yingyao understood its intention to eat and drink. The body of Jiusujian fell a little bit.

Jianxiu said seriously: "Don't drink too much, I'm afraid you won't be able to fly stably."

Yingyao has seen Jianxiu who drank too much and his Jian Yujian throw himself into the water while flying, or fall headlong into the rocks like a green onion, leaving only two feet flopping outside, he even has a follow-through Seeing Zheng Chuan's experience of pulling him out of a dirt mountain with his shoes that fell outside the mountain, he had some lingering fears about Yu Jian after drinking, and couldn't help rambling about Jiusu Jian.

Jiusujian ignored him, and made a sound like a whale sucking water. He drank the wine that Ying Yao had poured on the sword in the blink of an eye, then burped quite loudly, and muttered to discuss with him for another sip.

Ying Yao ruthlessly put away the jug, flipped his wrist and typed out a series of sword formulas, set up a series of defenses and traps on the Jiusu sword, and found a few pieces of spiritual stones on the spiritual "bed partner" He set up a simple spirit-gathering formation, cleared his mind, closed his eyes and fell into the long test.

"Why do I have the opportunity to break through?" Ying Yao asked himself, "Because I would risk my life to kill Zhuo Yuanshan? No, that's too superficial, Dao will never reward me for it. That's because I saw Feisheng Road and the scene of the fairy world? But I'm not sure if it's right..."

Most of the time, the breakthrough of a large realm is more about the state of mind than the small realm. Relatively speaking, the promotion in the same large realm mainly depends on the accumulation of the physical body and the soul and the change of the state of mind.

In layman's terms, when a monk broadens his meridians and sea of ​​consciousness and does something under the influence of a certain state of mind, Dao will give appropriate feedback, and the promotion of the big realm is to figure out his state of mind at that time What and why the state of mind will affect yourself to do that thing.

Yingyao's meridians were born wider than ordinary people, suitable for swordsmanship, he didn't need to worry about the meridians not being strong enough, instead he thought about it for a while leisurely.

He always feels that the answer seems to be within reach, and it seems that the moon in the water is only hopeful. Obviously, he just can't think of the reason now.

This is a very normal thing. At the realm of transformation into a god, the gap between small realms can be regarded as a world of difference. No matter how talented a monk is, he must practice step by step, otherwise Zhuo Yuanshan would not have stagnated in the mid-stage of transformation. For a long time, Ying Yao thought that his talent was outstanding, but it must not be so rare in the world, so he easily gave up thinking when he couldn't come up with a result, and instead focused on the surging spiritual power in his meridians.

The spiritual power contained in the gray mist is quite abundant, coupled with Ying Yao's temporary gathering of spirits, it is barely enough to collect more spiritual power for his own use, but was ravaged by Zhuo Yuanshan with long-term lovesickness and double cultivation Yi Yi's primordial spirit sat up lazily from the sea of ​​consciousness, put his palms up on his knees and concentrated on contemplating.

The Jiusu Sword had nothing to do except keep fluttering cautiously, so he had to observe the surrounding gray fog vigilantly. After a long time, he found that the gray fog was just gray fog and would not turn into any mess, so he couldn't help but use it to release it. The sword fringe outside the "bed board" hooked the spiritual power, then flicked the sword fringe to knock it out, cutting a small cloud of gray mist into the shape of a rabbit.

Ying Yao didn't know what his sword was doing, but he could sense that the Jiusu Sword had used his spiritual power. He opened his eyes a little to see what the Jiusu Sword was doing, and saw Gray fog rabbit.

Jianxiu closed his eyes with a cold face, thinking to himself: I didn't bring spicy rabbit head, why am I so hungry?