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Cheng Qian's eyes dimmed for a moment.
Chapter 74
At the foot of Shizhou Mountain, when Yan Zhengming's inner palace Zhen Yuan first fought back, he really didn't want to live.
If a person is in extreme physical pain, he can at least faint. Although Yan Zhengming can pass out happily, his primordial spirit has to be awake all the time, trapped in the crumbling inner palace together with bàonüè's sword energy. He couldn't resist, and he couldn't run away—not only was the real essence in chaos in his inner palace, but there was also a suffocating crack created by a trapped dragon lock, which was blocked by his sword that hurt others and hurt himself.
He had no choice but to think complacently while suffering, "I don't see how good I am."
Then in the next moment, he took a powerful blow from himself.
Jian Xiu's Primordial Spirit and Sword Qi can be combined into one, naturally coming from the same origin. In the inner palace where he is backlashing, even if he is tied into a sieve, he will not die.
What's more terrifying is that in his chaotic inner palace there is not only sword energy, but also black smoke that rises and falls from time to time.
This thing is invulnerable to swords and guns, pervasive, and sometimes emerges from unexpected places. Once it catches his primordial spirit, it will go forward and ravage it.
First drag him into the illusion, instigate earnestly, let him do what he wants for a while, and give him a lot of tickling. It was Cheng Qian with a frosty face, and sometimes it was himself, with a unified look and movement, pointed at his nose and scolded: "Beast, shameless!"
With this distraction, he couldn't help but suffer another blow from himself, causing pain both physically and mentally. This process starts and ends again and again.
Yan Zhengming was painfully penetrated by his own sword energy, and the phantom of Cheng Qian in front of him was still glaring at him, what was it like?
At the beginning, Yan Zhengming thought to himself, "What's the point of living? Forget about self-destructing the inner government, it's over, I'm a shameless beast anyway."
Immediately, he was able to wake up with difficulty every time, remembering that with his cultivation, once he blew himself up in the Inner Palace, everyone within twenty feet of his body would either die or be injured, so he had to endure it.
He smiled wryly at the phantom of Cheng Qian in front of him: "You...even if you want to kill me one day, I'll probably have to lie down by myself."
When the demon heard it, he felt that the image didn't seem to achieve its intended purpose, so he changed his body very cleverly and turned into Yan Zhengming's own face.
Yan Zhengming immediately changed his face, and turned his face to the side in disgust: "Forget it, let's die on your own."
Over time, he became accustomed to nüè, and the will to survive arose in his heart. He said, "If I really die, what will happen to the sect? What will happen to the disciples? Let Xiao Qian also feel my pain for a hundred years. ?"
As soon as the last thought came to him, Yan Zhengming couldn't help but fantasize about it - if he fell here like this, would Cheng Qian remember him forever because he was heartbroken? Although it was really painful, Yan Zhengming was still a little excited when he thought of Cheng Qian's cultivation and ascension afterward.
But he didn't get excited for long, because the inner demon would sometimes jump out to remind him that he was a shameless beast.
After a while, Yan Zhengming found that Yuanshen could hear the voices outside.
He knew that this was not a good sign. The weaker the primordial spirit, the more it would be assimilated by the body. As a result, it would take over part of the body's six senses. Hearing voices meant that his primordial spirit could no longer hold on. However, despite this, The first time heard the real Cheng Qian's voice, was so excited that was almost pierced by the sword energy from the sky to the soles of feet.
Although it is a pity that for a long time, Cheng Qian didn't speak much - even if he was always there.
The most long-winded is the puddle. For the first time, Yan Zhengming knew that the little junior sister had the problem of talking to herself about something - she always started with "Senior brother, although I know you can't hear it", Then chatter for at least a stick of incense.
From her mouth, Yan Zhengming knew that he had returned to Fuyao Villa, and also knew that Cheng Qian actually took him to the small bamboo forest, and he has been taking care of him closely, even the situation and the situation outside, Yan Zhengming has passed her every detail. I know the details of the description... In comparison, Li Yun is much more boring, and only sighs at him and occasionally complains.
Only occasionally when Tang Zhen came to see him, could Yan Zhengming hungrily hear the people he was thinking about say a few words.
As a result, heard a very important part.
When the surnamed Tang said that he was going to prepare for his funeral, Yan Zhengming completely fell by the wayside. His buzzing brain was dizzy and dizzy, and finally only the sentence "Shang Qiao Bi falls to Huáng Spring" remained.
With just these words, the inner demons that had been haunting him all faded away, as if he was frightened away by his stupid smirk, and the black air that was churning in all directions was mysteriously severely damaged in an instant, and pitifully dimmed a lot. .
"What about my future?" he thought fascinatedly.
It's a pity that the sword qi of the backlash was not affected. A sword nailed his Yuanshen, which was forgotten by both of us, in its place. Yan Zhengming's Yuanshen lay weakly in the inner palace that was getting more and more dàng, and sighed softly, He lingered and thought: "I didn't hurt him in vain, sigh... I can rest my eyes."
Even he himself didn't pay attention, the crack from the trapped dragon lock in the inner palace healed slowly.
Outside the small bamboo forest of Fuyao Villa.
The quaint sword was held in Shuideng's arms, which was Cheng Qian's frost blade.
When Cheng Qian was tied to Suoxiantai, the frost blade was taken by Yang Decheng, and then fell into the hands of Baihu Villa in chaos. return.
The puddle wandered around the small bamboo forest for an unknown number of times, sometimes turning into a human, sometimes turning into a bird, the hair on the tail was almost stripped off by himself, and he had no idea how to go in and open the head - the first day Tang Zhencong Leaving here, he sent someone to pass a letter to Li Yun, saying that he should persuade Cheng Qian to open up.
Li Yun might have a bad feeling in his heart, so he didn't dare to come, so he pushed her to the top of the tank.
In case something really happened... The puddle jumped down from the treetops, stood there for a while, and suddenly felt a sense of anguish that couldn't be dispatched from his chest.
The senior elder brother often attacked her, and it was better than anything to serve her, but she really couldn't imagine what would happen without the senior elder brother. It was just a vague idea, and the puddle felt that the sky was about to collapse.
She stood there in a daze for an unknown time, when the courtyard door in the small bamboo forest was suddenly pulled open from the inside.
"Little... Little Senior Brother," Shuikeng said incoherently, "Second Senior Brother asked me to bring your frost blade back."
"Oh, I almost forgot about it," Cheng Qian took the frost blade and glanced at her, his expression softened slightly, "It's just a sword, why are you crying?"
Puddle wiped her face, only to realize that she didn't know when she had burst into tears. Panic and grievances burst out in her heart, and she was choked up and speechless.
Cheng Qian raised his head and saw Li Yun standing on the rockery of the villa from a distance, looking towards this side with a worried look, how could he not understand what they meant?
Cheng Qian paused, bent his fingers and tapped the forehead of the puddle, and said in a low voice, "Don't cry, I won't let anything happen to him, don't worry."
Puddle opened his eyes wide and looked at him through a haze of tears.
Cheng Qian let the door open and said to her, "Go in and have a look, I just happened to find Tang Zhen on something."
Seeing that he turned to leave, the puddle filled his head suddenly came out with a word like divine help, she blurted out: "Little senior brother, don't mess around, take care of yourself is to take care of the senior senior brother!"
This super-level performance pinned Cheng Qian in place. He didn't know what it was like for a while. After a long time, he answered in a low voice and didn't look back.
Where there are seven emotions and six desires, there will be dire straits.
The taste of life is nothing more than that.
On the other side, after listening to his words carefully, Tang Zhen seemed to be shocked: "What? No... You are mistaken? He, a sword cultivator who has already entered the Sword Art Online, doesn't have his own sword?"
A sword, no matter how many spells there are on the sword, no matter how many magical treasures are melted in the forging process, no matter what the soul of a powerful monster is sealed inside, in the final analysis, it is just an iron dead thing. Can kill and chop vegetables.
Only when the blood of thousands of dead souls under the blade endows him with ferocity, the sword-wielding skills and swordsmanship endow him with sword spirit, and the spirit of the sword is born from the soul of man, and the man and the sword are repeatedly run-in and forged, can it be considered a success A true sword that communicates with its master.
Other cultivators are fine, but for a sword cultivator, his sword is too important. The attributes of the sword usually determine the type of his own cultivation technique, the attributes of the five elements, etc. Generally, after a sword cultivator concentrates, the first thing is to find the sword that belongs to him.
A sword cultivator without a sword is no different from a fierce shòu without claws—so what did Yan Zhengming rely on to get to Sword Art Online?
Tang Zhen didn't come back to his senses for a while: "What is that handle in his hand?"
"Ordinary saber," Cheng Qian said. "When he was a child, he saved a whole house and hung it on the wall as a mural. If he broke one, he would replace it with another. Maybe the blade was temporarily opened by himself."
Yan Zhengming had just been concentrating for a while, and he had absolutely no conditions to leave Qinglong Island with his family and family. Later, he took Li Yun and Shuikeng làng to the end of the world, and he had to practice swordsmanship, support his family, take care of his younger brothers and sisters, and keep going. Fighting with Sect Master Yin, can imagine how incapable of being a clone, and there is no reliable elder around to take care of and remind me, so this matter has been shelved.
"I thought of countless ways yesterday," Cheng Qian said, "For Jian Xiu, the sword is the only external force I can think of, and it is also the only medium that can communicate with his inner palace. It just so happens that my senior brother doesn't have a sword - Tang Brother, if I can find that sword, is there any hope of him going straight into the sheath?"
Tang Zhen hesitated for a while, and replied, "I really didn't expect that... your brother is unprecedented. In this case, if you can find a suitable sword, although it may not make him go further, it may be able to suppress it.Living in his bào inner palace, as long as people wake up and can regulate their own breath, wounds and inner demons can be slowly nurtured."