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Tangxuejian came back with Jingtian.

Along with them came three fellow students.

It was noon when I left. When I came back, the sunset glow had been gradually extinguished in the sky.

As usual, it would take at least ten days and a half months for the disciples of divine sword to go away, but this time it was very fast.

Jingtian wakes up. He has been unconscious for at least ten days and a half months since he was injured several times. This time, he is also very fast.

The first thing he did after he woke up was to open his eyes and look at Tang Xuejian's cheek, which held him in his arms. He blinked and tightened his body, making her aware.

Tang Xue looks down at him and tears flow first.

"What's the matter?" Jingtian asked softly.

She just shook her head.

The sword light fell in the valley. Tang Xue saw that he was walking to his residence with Jingtian in his arms. After earning money, he fell from her arms and stood on the ground.

"What's the matter?" He asked again.

Elder martial brother Cen came up, looking concerned and sad, "Jingtian, how do you feel?"

"Me? I'm fine. Has the evil sword fairy gone?" Jingtian answered in a muffled voice. He didn't see relaxation in the eyes of his peers, but only more and more heavy sadness. He could not help but concentrate on the internal illumination, but he found that he could not see the meridians. There is a lack of soul, and his accomplishments are exhausted. Not only his mana is exhausted, but also his basic Kung Fu can no longer be maintained.

His face was expressionless, and gradually some sadness came out of the corners of his eyes. Gradually, his eyebrows were frowned and tightened, and a mountain line appeared on his forehead. Gradually, his temples trembled and his hair crown shook. He took a deep breath, and his whole body seemed to be filled with this breath. His body shook, he could not stand steadily, and he stepped backward.

Jingtian didn't fall down and sat on the ground. Tang Xue saw that he was supported.

He hung his head in silence, closed his eyes in silence, clenched his fist and loosened his fist, and opened his mouth in silence.

Jingtian's body trembled. Tang Xue wiped away her tears and straightened her face. Then she opened her arms and hugged Jingtian firmly.

"Sorry." Jingtian whispered.

"Don't talk nonsense." Tang Xue saw holding his face, "what are you sorry for? I am sorry for you."

"I can't help you."

"It's all right. I'll protect you later."

Jingtian was silent. Although he never had heroic words, he was also an indomitable man. He would never live behind his daughter's house. Now he would rather die under the evil sword than his sweetheart see his incompetent appearance, let alone listen to her say these words of comfort.

He forced a smile. Tang Xue saw his expression and felt bad, "don't be silly."

"No, I won't be stupid. Just," he gently pushed away the girl in red shirt, "a man was born between heaven and earth. How can he never recover? I'll be fine. On the contrary, you should be careful from now on."

Although the young swordsman lost all his skills, he was more heroic, which made several fellow disciples moved.

Tang Xue saw that she broke her tears and smiled. She raised her hand and stroked his cheek. Her eyebrows and eyes were deep feelings that had never been shown. "Then you go home and wait for me. I will be back soon."

Jingtian didn't say anything. He pressed the iron sword around his waist. Although he was an ordinary man, he was still chivalrous.

When they went to cure the leader, Jingtian loosened his hands from the hilt of the sword, collapsed his shoulders, relaxed his back, and bowed forward slightly. He stroked the scabbard slowly, sang loudly, turned and walked step by step toward the living room.

He walked for a quarter of an hour after such a journey, which was only half a mile.

After entering the room, he went straight to take the wooden box at the head of the bed, opened the box at the head of the bed, found a cloth bag under a pile of clothes, counted five pieces of silver, about fourliang, carefully stuffed into his pocket, and then went out to walk slowly outside the Valley.

He went out of the valley and did not travel far. Instead, he went to a remote restaurant in a town outside the valley and ordered rice wine and a stack of stewed beef.

There are not many guests in the store. At such a time, all human businesses are in a state of neglect. It is hard to find a drinking place.

What's more, the yellow rice wine here is full of taste, soft but not astringent, with a sweet aftertaste, like drinking Qingli river. He took a pair of chopsticks, put a piece of beef in his mouth, chewed it slowly, took a mouthful of yellow rice wine, jumped his Adam's apple, and swallowed it.

He sat in the lobby near the window. At this time, the night was deep, the lights and candles were bright, the stars and the moon were bright, the street was silver, and the orange beans were red. Jingtian looked sideways at the earthly weather and was a little crazy for a while.

It was difficult to fight with evil sword immortals at that time. It seemed that it would be a thousand years in a flash. Looking back now, it seems that it was yesterday. Yesterday, he was in high spirits. He thought he had the essence of kendo. He should do something to repay the world. But what about this land?

After drinking all his wine, his cups and dishes were in a mess. He was very tired and fell asleep with a wooden box in his arms.

Before he slept for a long time, the innkeeper came forward and gently woke him up. The old innkeeper bowed down and said politely, "Sir, we are closing now. If you want to rest, you can go upstairs to the guest room."

"No, boss, check out." Jingtian's eyes were flushed and his mind was heavy. He felt sleepier than before going to bed. He still kept his spirits up.

When he was checking out, someone called him behind his back. It was a man. Jingtian looked back. The man stepped down the stairs and approached. He could see clearly in the lights in the lobby. It turned out that he had met Xu Changqing, a deserter of Shushan mountain in the daytime.

"Taoist friend, we meet again."

"Xudaoyou, it's you. I'm Jingtian."

When they met, it was clear that they had no friendship, but they seemed to have known each other before.

Xu Changqing waited in the divine sword town. When the divine sword sect accepted disciples, he still didn't give up. Jingtian wants to leave the divine sword gate and go to a place where no one knows him or finds him.

Jingtian had already drunk wine, and he didn't miss it here. Xu Changqing was so frightened that he didn't want to stay in the house for a long time, so they walked along the street together.

It was a late autumn night, but as the stars were hanging in the sky today, the six Qi were disordered, the earth vein was blocked, and the five spirits were not adjusted. On the contrary, the temperature was higher than usual in summer, and it would get hotter and hotter.

It may not snow this year.

The street was filled with only two worried idlers.

Xu Changqing said that he grew up in Shushan mountain and practiced Taoism and martial arts. He was taught by the elders of his school to uphold the right path and take it as his duty to kill evil. Shushan was once famous for subduing demons. However, now demons and humans live in harmony, so they no longer take this as a title, just talk about deeds, regardless of origin.

Jingtian said that he grew up in Yuzhou City. Yuzhou City is not far from Shushan, and the reputation of Shushan Xianjian sect is like thunder. Although he is a pawnbroker, he often fantasizes about a Jianghu career of wielding swords everywhere and riding fast.

Everyone has his youth. At that time, he felt that there were many possibilities for the future to float gently. No matter how, he was overturned and went around. Even if he suffered some hardships and experienced some hardships, he could always find his own way in the end.

But at that time, I didn't know that the road under my feet could go on day by day. Now it has come to an end. There are no paved bluestones in front, no gravel, no sand, and some luxuriant weeds.

Xu Changqing wanted to go on, but had to stop. Jingtian was tired and just wanted to have a rest.

They stopped by a clear spring stream outside the town.

"Excuse me for being rude, but I still have a question. The Taoist friend's tone is heavy and his breath is rough. It seems that his skill is poor?"

"Yes, I am already a loser."

"How could that be?" Xu Changqing couldn't believe it for a moment.

"I was defeated by the evil sword immortal. He wasted all my skills. Now I can't even hold the method of gazing at myself."

Xu Changqing frowned and said, "man and God are born with spirit. They are like pearls. If they are covered with dust, they can be wiped as before. Taoist friends are neither stupid nor seriously ill. How can they even concentrate?"

"I don't know."

"I'm a master of medical skills. Why don't you make a diagnosis for Taoist friends? It may be helpful."

"Thank you." Jingtian didn't refuse.

He found a flat stone on the beach and sat down. Xu Changqing sat opposite him and felt his pulse for him.

"There is a result."

"I've learned about the illness of Taoist friends. It turns out that the seven spirits are scattered. The so-called three spirits are the master of life, and the seven Spirits serve the feelings. If the seven Spirits of a person are separated, they will make the seven emotions confused, so they can't concentrate and look inside."

Jingtian asked eagerly, "is there a way to deal with it?"

Xu Changqing was silent.

Seeing his expression, Jingtian knew it. He stood up and faced the sparkling Qingquan stream, holding a wooden box, and was speechless for a moment.

"Taoist friends, the separation of the seven spirits will not only lead to the confusion of knowing God. In the long run, I'm afraid the seven emotions will disappear. In the end, they will be ignorant and unconscious. Although they don't die, they are like walking corpses."

Jingtian smiled miserably, "really?" He laughed and sighed again, "good, good." He didn't turn back and waved goodbye, "xudaoyou, it's fate to see you again."

"Brother Jing."

The man stopped by the river.

"Jianghu has a long way to go. Take care."

He didn't say anything more and went away.

But Tang Xuejian and his party hurried to the leader's retreat. Xia Yuanchen knew she was coming back and waited outside the door. "Miss Tang, you came and went in a hurry, but you got something?"

"Exactly." Tang Xue saw that he had removed the Haloxylon leaf from his temples. "Mr. Xia, the Haloxylon tree has been destroyed, but I found that there is life hidden in the root of the tree. I have crossed into this leaf, which may help. How is the sect leader now?"

"Miss Chu is all right for the time being. Please wait here." Xia Yuanchen takes over Thoreau leaf, turns around and enters the house.

The people were anxious to wait outside, but they didn't dare to stay away. Tang Xue felt more sad when he saw that he was thinking about Jingtian. He stared at the closed door and was eager to see through.

In this way, the door was opened at dawn. The people stood on tiptoe to spy. Xia Yuanchen came out first. When he went out, he let Chu Hanjing, who was born after him, come.

The No. 1 Sword Fairy in the world was pale, but she woke up. She walked out of the room slowly and told the people, "I'm ok for the time being. Don't worry. Tell me about your experience."

So Tang Xue saw how to go to Shennong cave and how to encounter Chu Bi trace. After a fight, Chu Bi trace fled. Cen tingchun and his three men went after him and chased him all the way to the East China Sea. They were stopped by a group of Shinto friars. After the evil cultivation was solved, Chu Bi trace also disappeared. In Shennong cave, Tang Xue saw that he was trying hard to repair his vitality, but Jingtian encountered evil sword immortals. He was abandoned after the enemy. They also failed to leave the evil spirit.

Chu Han Jing frowned when he heard the news of Chu Bi trace. After hearing the whole story, he asked Tang Xuejian to call Jingtian.

Tang Xue was really worried when she saw that she had this intention. She left Jingtian alone. After receiving her life, she immediately took the sword and left.

Chu Hanjing saw that her sword was full of light. He knew that Tang Xue had made great progress in his kung fu. He thought about his hidden worries and made a decision. She asked Cen tingchun to leave first, told them not to spread the matter, and then thanked Xia Yuanchen.

"Thank you, Mr. Xia."

"If Miss Tang hadn't discovered it in time, I didn't know you were in a coma. Speaking of it, that Chu Bi trace is your sister. You have the same fate. Why is it that she can walk unimpeded, but you are so hurt?"

"When master Han cut off the tie with a sword, my life and death had nothing to do with the Thoreau tree. It was only 70 years ago that she killed herself in her dream. Instead, she broke her obsession. She was naturally sober, but she was bound by the mother tree. When I saw her again, the Thoreau tree had withered. Seeing that she was dying, in order to keep her spirit, I put my energy into the tree and put her in prison again. She was extreme and blamed me for all the misfortunes You hate me so much that you won't appreciate it. But I didn't expect to become the enemy of life and death in a twinkling of an eye. In her opinion, she doesn't cherish the friendship of thousands of years. As for why she was able to free herself from bondage, I think it had something to do with Shinto incense. "

Chu Han Jing took out the sword from his sleeve and brushed the sword lightly. He was in a trance.

Xiayuanchen sighed in his heart that she was very worthless, but after all, it was a private matter, so it was not easy for outsiders to talk about it, so he skipped it. Instead, he praised Tang Xuejian, saying that she was smart and smart, and had good skills at a young age. Her treatment of Chu Hanjing depended on her methods.

"She is the incarnation of the divine tree. If she had not been nourished by her blood essence, my fate would not be just a retreat of cultivation."

"Nowadays, the world can't live without you, girl. I hope you can be energetic and stick to the right path."

"Mr. Xia, we are all old."

"... that's good."

"The world belongs to young people." Chu Han Jing took Shaoyang ginseng star sword back into his sleeve, and took Shaoyin Shang star sword and put it into a sandalwood sword box.

When Xia Yuanchen saw her move, he already meant to spread the sword. Since ancient times, monks have only left their disciples with almirah, cassock and rice bowl, which is the inheritance of the legal system. What the swordsman left to his disciples was the sword. In those days, the immortal star pith sword pill was obtained by yunzong from qingluan peak. Although others have returned by crane, the sword instrument still exists in the world and shines on Kunlun for 400 years. With this sword pill, the legal pulse of divine sword and Kunlun will not be broken. Now Chu Han Jing has put his swords in the casket, which also means to repose his mantle.

"Who are you going to give this sword to?"

"Whoever has passed the third world of illusion will be left to him."

Xiang Tangxue saw the place where the disciple was living, but there was no sign of Jingtian. She turned pale. It was supposed that he was going out to find food, but when she saw that the sword box at the head of the bed was not there, she immediately knew that he was running away. When I went out to inquire, my fellow elders said they didn't know. Finally, the patrolling disciple mentioned that last night, I saw younger martial brother Jing walking out of the valley alone. Looking at the direction, it was Zhenji outside the valley.

She followed the trail, made many inquiries in Shenjian Town, found the tavern where Jingtian stopped last night, saw Xu Changqing again, and learned from him that he had gone along the stream for a night.

Tang Xue saw that the imperial sword soared into the sky and searched everywhere, but he couldn't find Jingtian after all. He was a useless man who lost all his skills, but he seemed to rain into the ocean without a trace.

Without all his skills, the rotten iron sword around Jingtian's waist is really just a rotten iron sword. He can't carry him in and out of Qingming. Where can he go? How long can he walk with his mortal body and the cloth and shoes under his feet? How far?

Xu Changqing said that he walked along the stream and went away with it, singing and sighing.

The second half of the night was miserable, with wild animals and poisonous snakes. Can Jing naively survive?

Has he fallen into the grass and fallen under the forest, silent and silent?

Tang Xuejian chased along the Qingquan stream. This winding spring in the mountains flowed for hundreds of miles, merged into the Yuanjiang River, and then flowed back to Dongting.

There are many boats on the Dongting Lake, and there are many waterside pavilions on the bank. That is how difficult the world is, and it has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

A green and yellow rainbow streaked across the misty sky on the Dongting Lake, heading east, cutting through the stratus clouds and dropping a drop of clear rain.

In the lakeside pavilions, the one who looks up is Jingtian.

He looked at the glowing sword rainbow, which was brilliant, and his wanton pride went with his accomplishments. No longer lingering, he found a boatman, spent oneortwo silver, went back along the river from Dongting, and returned to Yuzhou ten days later.

When I revisited the old place and walked along the street, I saw that all the villagers were worried. Many shops had been closed down, and there were few prosperous long streets.

The Longmen teahouse along the street opposite Yong'an is still open. Although it is the end of autumn, it is still steaming in the summer. Jingtian is tired and sweating. He went into the teahouse and made three copper coins to beg for a big bowl of coarse tea. He also asked for a handful of peanuts. He found a corner to slowly peel peanuts for tea.

There were a lot of people in the restaurant. It all depended on a storyteller to attract idle people to listen. The crowd gathered around the table. They listened to a startling shot. The sound of the crowd was overwhelming. The storyteller began to read the final poem: without singing the three emperors and five emperors' skills, they have lived and worked for sang Nong since ancient times. The divine sword has been out of its scabbard for 400 years. There are always many worries about the rise and fall of the world!

Jingtian looked back. The storyteller was surrounded by the audience. He couldn't see clearly. Only a bright and angry voice handed it to you. Even in the quiet corner of his teahouse, he could still hear it clearly.

"It is said that the four divine swords were selfless and handed down the Kunlun Dharma pulse. Since then, all the heroes have been together and become the foundation of a prosperous age. In the previous dynasty, there was no way for the monarch, and the world fought for it. The government was deposed. There were no more monarchs and corrupt officials in the vast central plains, and the people enjoyed themselves. It has been nearly 200 years. Seeing that the world is booming, the divine sword sect is the leader of the right path, and its disciples are all the best choice for a time. They inherit the great ambition of the cloud clan, and come out in large numbers of sincere heroes and heroes The land of Jie! It's a pity that there is an unfaithful and unfilial disciple under the divine sword sect. Who are you? "

Before the storyteller mentioned it, the spectators already shouted and scolded: "it's the thief Jingtian!" "There is such an animal as a pig or a dog in Yuzhou City!" "If the Tianzhu is broken, you should take him to fill it!"

The mention of this name immediately provoked public indignation, and everyone swore at it.

It's no wonder that the tea house has a booming business.

The white sideburns in the corner who drank tea, stripped flowers and ate raw shook their bodies. They slowly stood up and walked outside the teahouse. When they went out, they were dazed by the hot sun. They decided to stay where they were. Then they took another step and went away. He walked slowly along the street with no purpose, and did not seek a foothold. He just moved inch by inch, and his soul seemed to float away, leaving an empty shell to move around in the world.

The sun was sinking, and he was tired of walking. He looked up and looked around. Unconsciously, he walked around and came here.

This street is his way to study when he was young. At the end of the street, there are schoolboys reciting poems in a loud and clear voice, just like bailing. That is, at the end of the robbery, we still do not forget to civilize and sincerely inspire people. Jingtian went outside the school and looked in from the window pane. He squinted and found the three brothers of the Li family, who were his three disciples. He thought twice, thought twice, and realized three things.

The three children studied hard, and Jingtian saw more smiles on their faces.

After a while, when the school was closed, Mr. Li scattered the students and left the Li brothers alone. Jingtian waited outside the school for a long time. When all the students were scattered, the old teacher released the three brothers.

Seeing that they were coming to the door, Jingtian hurried to avoid.

The Li brothers were not punished by Mr. Li, but they knew that they would be embarrassed by their classmates, so they deliberately left them to everyone.

Before they walked out of the street, they were surrounded by a group of children of the same age. Without saying anything, they came up to punch and kick. These children are numerous and powerful. They are all successful in internal skills. The Li brothers fought hard and were still knocked down one by one.

Jingtian had already left. When he heard a group of children shouting and scolding, he was surprised. He turned around and saw that his three disciples had been beaten black and blue and looked pitiful.

The group of children beat and scolded, saying that they were the disciples of animals, dogs, pigs and rats.

Jingtian was sad and angry. He was about to come forward and stop drinking. His eldest disciple lisansi was terrified. The boy was born with skillful skills. He was an empty handed material. He was smart and cunning. He was beaten into a ball just now. Suddenly he jumped up and sprinkled a handful of yellow sand around the children. They were shocked to retreat. Some of them were blinded by the sand and cried out with pain covering their eyes.

Lisansi pulled his two younger brothers up and rushed out of the encirclement. After two steps of running, he turned to scold: "my master is a swordsman! I will be a swordsman after the three of me! You tortoise, wait. When I succeed in my martial arts, I will beat you out of your underpants!" He ran away after scolding, but turned around and bumped into a man.

"Ouch! Sorry! Sorry! Hey, uncle Jing?!"

Jingtian is now haggard and grey at the temples. The three little disciples still recognized him at once and began to cry with him in their arms. "Uncle Jing, you've finally come to see us! Why don't you send us a message? We're so worried about you, uncle Jing..."

The three little disciples were twittering and sobbing.

Jingtian squatted down to hold them. He was sad, but he couldn't open his mouth. He wanted to cry, but his eyes were empty and couldn't shed tears.

The children who bullied the Li family brothers did not dare to continue the attack when they saw adults coming. They ran away without a trace.

The three little disciples don't want to seek revenge. They just want Jingtian to go back to Xiaoyao Inn with them and meet their parents. It's been a long time since spring and summer. I'm afraid if they don't contact again, their friendship will be weak.

As expected, Jingtian went back to Xiaoyao Inn with the Li brothers and met the shopkeeper Li Lan and his wife again.

"Brother Jing, how come you have so many white hairs?"

"It's a long story."

"Then don't say, come on, I'll buy you a drink."

Jingtian has lost all his skills and is unable to drink. After three or five cups, he is unconscious. Li Lan helps him into the guest room to have a rest.

He has not slept well for a long time. He often closes his eyes, suffers from mental anguish, and cannot sleep. Now he is dizzy after drinking, but he has no worries.

Most people in the world drink wine for pleasure, but some people use wine as medicine to drown their worries, not to relieve them, but to sleep in peace overnight.

Jingtian didn't have much silver. Shopkeeper Li didn't take any money. He let him drink and stayed in the inn for four days. Every night, he would get drunk with his sword box, and then sleep until the sun rose.

After all, he had to leave. He left a sword manual for his disciples, so he said goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Li Lan.

At parting, Li Lan prepared a package for him, sent him out of the city, took a boat at the ferry and continued down the river. This time, he will go further and go to a place no one knows.