Takeyu's tent caught fire.
At that time, Qidao was having a spring dream about Zhusheng.
He dreamed that Takebu was naked in front of him, and his beautiful body curled up like a baby.
But he didn't dare to come closer, because in her arms, she held a green blade like jasper.
He held out his hand.
Even though he knew that the moment his fingertips touched her skin, he would be torn apart by the green blade, but he still held out his hand.
But before he could touch her, he was woken up by a commotion.
Seven Swords opened his eyes with a sudden jerry, turned over and sat up, grabbed his knife and rushed out of the tent.
There was only one woman in the army, Zhusheng, who had a tent by herself, and her tent was in flames.
Seven Knife was taken aback, he shouted "sister", and was about to rush up, but he heard a stabbing sound, a green light flashed, and the tent was cut from the inside.
Zhusheng jumped and jumped out.
Everyone went to the water source one after another, carrying water to extinguish the fire, and only seven knives rushed up and grabbed Zhusheng's arm.
"Sister, are you alright?"
he asked anxiously. looked Zhusheng up and down, but found that there was no trace of burns on her body, so she let go of her heart.
Zhusheng pursed his lips and said, "It's okay." ” Seven Blades asked again how the fire started, but Takesheng didn't answer him.
She pursed the corners of her mouth and looked at the tent quietly.
Seven Swords saw the flames jump in her eyes, and soon disappeared They were only three hundred people, everything was simple, and Zhusheng slept in a small tent, which was no different from everyone's, and the fire was quickly extinguished.
Someone came to report that there was no enemy attack, and there was no change in the vicinity.
How did the fire start?
The tent was a long way from the campfire, and there was no light in the tent while they slept.
Seven Blades couldn't help but look at Takeyu.
But Zhusheng kept staring at the extinguished tent and couldn't take his eyes off it.
Her pursed lips let Seven Blades know that she was in a bad mood.
Seven Swords looked at the tent again, but couldn't see why.
What the hell is Takebu looking at "Sister."
He called.
Zhusheng came back to his senses and said to the person next to him: "Change a tent for me." ” Needless to say, the people around him have already taken out a new tent.
As soon as she spoke, they found another dry place and set up the tent for her with their hands and feet.
"Let's rest."
Zhusheng said to Qidao, "I have to rush back to Ji County tomorrow." ” The night was still dark, and Seven Knives watched her slip into the new tent, waving his hand to make everyone settle down.
There is a false alarm, sleep when it is time to sleep, and continue to patrol the post when it is time to patrol.
After taking one last look at Zhusheng's tent, Qidao himself went back to the tent and lay down again.
It's just that the dream is broken, and it won't continue.
Takebu didn't sleep.
She sat cross-legged in the tent, her eyes closed.
The ancestral aperture was as dark as ever, there was no light source, and the five fingers could not be seen.
Zhusheng stood in the darkness and said in a low voice, "Come out." ” It's not just dark, it's quiet.
There was no response other than her own voice.
Zhusheng was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and shouted: "Come out" Suddenly there was a light in the darkness, and in the far distance, a little light flickered, like a ghostly fire.
Takesheng walked towards the fire.
This is her consciousness space, the stars in the sky are personified, and the ground under her feet is also personified.
Perhaps because of her state of mind, she walked over step by step, and the dull sound of footsteps echoed in the darkness, giving rise to a strong sense of emptiness.
She walked for a long time before she came to the fire.
Small, fist-sized clusters of white flames.
There had been two years of tormenting her like frying and roasting, and she was the culprit who devoured all the aura that she had been practicing diligently into her body day and night for several years.
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It lay dormant in her body, so quiet that she almost forgot it existed for a moment.
Later, she introduced qi into her body, but the spiritual power she refined always disappeared mysteriously, so she had doubts, but she couldn't confirm it.
Her ancestral aperture had been pitch black, and the devil knew where it was hiding in her body.
Her spiritual power was devoured, and her cultivation was forced to stay at the stage of "inducing qi into the body", and no matter how diligent she was, it was difficult to make an inch.
Her physique was conditioned by Chong Xin to be far stronger than ordinary mortals as early as when she was in Changtian Sect, but without spiritual power, she was still a mortal after all She was woken up tonight by the same noise as Seven Knives.
When I opened my eyes, I saw myself burning White flames enveloped her, her clothes were unharmed, and she herself did not feel the pain of burning at all.
The fire seemed to know restraint, but its own fire still ignited the tent.
Takesheng heard the commotion outside in the tent, her people trying to extinguish the flames, calling her name.
But she was in flames and couldn't get out.
Just when she didn't know what to do, a loud roar from Seven Knives sounded outside, and he seemed to want to rush in.
Zhusheng's heart is a chill.
Amazingly, as her emotions fluctuated, the flame retracted into her body as if spiritual.
She immediately drew her green blade and slashed through the tent and jumped out.
It's wonderful.
Zhu Sheng was able to leave the remote and poor mountain village and go to the top Xiuzhen Sect on the Jiuhuan Continent, Changtian Sect, because of this fire.
According to this, this cluster of fire can be said to be her chance.
But it was also this fire, after she finally left the cultivation realm and finally got the exercises that she could cultivate, it became the biggest obstacle on her cultivation path.
She knew it was always in her body, but she didn't know where it was, let alone how to destroy it.
She tried to reach out and touch the flame that was not hot, it was still warm, and her hand reached into the inner core of the flame as if it were immersed in warm water.
But that's just an illusion.
As she tried to grasp it, the flames suddenly became fierce, and she felt the burning pain that had tormented her again, and the hand that had penetrated into its core melted in an instant.
She withdrew her broken arm, imagining repairing and weaving the hand, and sure enough, a new hand quickly appeared, just like before.
She stared coldly at the flames.
After giving her such a hard blow, it became warm and harmless again, and even looked a little cute.
This damn samadhi fire Takesheng instantly grasped the green blade and slashed towards the Samadhi Fire "Sister."
Seven knives called her.
Zhu Sheng opened his eyes.
She meditates every morning and evening, and tells the people around her that they can wake her up.
In the past few years, although she has been diligent in her cultivation, she has actually been trapped in the level of "inducing qi into the body", and without spiritual power, she can only cultivate the initial part of the exercise.
But I'm not afraid of people making noise, and I don't have any worries about forking the meridians.
It was already dawn, and Seven Knives lifted the curtain of the tent and stood there calling her.
There was only one woman born in the army, and when she was marching, she always lay down in her clothes to minimize the inconvenience caused by her being a woman.
"It's time to pull out camp."
Seven Knife said.
He turned into a black silhouette in the golden light of the morning light, slender and sturdy, and looked like a grown man.
His voice has also completed the voice change, and the ugly male duck voice has completely turned into a magnetic and loud male voice.
His sword was merciless, and he gave himself a great reputation and a convincing prestige.
In the army, no one dares to underestimate Qidao, and no one regards Qidao as an ordinary teenager.
But in Zhusheng's heart, he always regarded him as that child.
It is always difficult for parents to perceive that their children have grown up, even if they have become taller and more powerful than they are.
On the way back to Ji County, Qidao has been secretly observing Zhusheng.
He has been sharpened by the living environment since he was a child, and he has developed the ability to be good at reading words and colors.
Later, under the pressure of survival and the fear of death, he grew from a child who could speak well to a taciturn teenager, but this did not mean that he lost this ability.
He has been following Zhusheng for more than five years, and quietly, he has mastered many of Zhusheng's habits.
Takesheng didn't frown, or get angry at anyone or something.
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She looked fairly calm.
As the leader of the person, she always maintains a calm, as if she is fixing the needle of the sea, making everyone's hearts stable.
Only the seven knives can be glimpsed from the subtle clues, and Takesheng is in a very bad mood.
Takebu is indeed in a bad mood.
She now regrets very much that she shouldn't have left the Fire Cultivation Sutra to Chong Xin.
She should have taken it with her and studied it carefully.
Otherwise, maybe you won't be helpless against the samadhi fire in your body now.
Of course, she knew that the idea was completely self-defeating.
The samadhi fire entered the body, and even Chong Xin had no choice but to find her to make a container to peel off the fire.
But Zhusheng couldn't accept the fact that she couldn't help Samadhi at all.
She couldn't afford to lose that hope after experiencing disappointments again and again, and finally getting the hope of cultivating.
It wasn't until he saw the continuous golden wheat waves that Zhusheng's mood improved slightly.
Seeing their flags, barefoot children came out of the wheat fields on the side of the road, running and shouting: "The general is back, the general is back, the general is back, the general has won the battle again", and the loud children's voices were crisp and beautiful under the bright sun and blue sky.
Seven knives saw that Takesheng's facial lines softened.
The procession passed by the side of the village, and the villagers were already waiting there with water and food, waiting for the Blue Blade Red Flame Banner to pass by, and offering a little of their hearts to General Jade.
General Jade never dislikes simplicity.
She jumped off the horse, took the bowl of water with a smile, did not dislike the porcelain bowl was rough, and drank half of the bowl in one go.
She also spoke briefly with the village elders and asked about a possible harvest this year.
The villagers were excited to tell her that this year would definitely be a good year.
Before leaving, she also accepted the food they offered, but when she left, her people would leave the equivalent value of the coins to the villagers.
Passing by such a small village, Qidao saw Zhusheng's tense facial lines along the way, and completely relaxed.
Her previous bad emotions seemed to be soothed.
She really loved these people, he thought.
Barefoot children, women with calloused fingers, rickety and honest men, gray-haired old menShe loved them.
Even those women in the past, she seemed cold to them, but she loved them.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have washed the bandit village for their blood.
It's just that at that time, she was more willing to hide this love and disguise herself as a person who was free from everyone.
Seven Blades thinks that she is actually a person with great love.
In addition to practicing martial arts with Zhusheng, Qidao will also study with Fan Shen.
In the past few years, he is no longer an illiterate child in the bandit village, he has a great Confucian as a half-teacher, and has learned a lot of truths.
That's good, Seven Knives thought.
It would be best if Zhusheng could keep this kind of great love all the time.
She's going to fight for these people all the time.
For the sake of this continuous wheat field, the laughter of children, and the reassuring gaze of a woman, she will keep running, as she is now, and have no time to take care of herself.
As long as Qidao thought that even a woman like Ling Niang might marry a fool like Ah Cheng, he panicked.
He couldn't imagine that Zhusheng would stop for a certain man and be owned by a certain man.
In his mind, Zhusheng was high and shining, and he would never accept her to step down from the altar and become a mortal like him. gd1806102: