"I've seen a lot of dead people, so I can't be wrong."
Wintertime looked at him and said, "You're really going to die." ”Jing Jiu said, "I know. ”He was seriously injured, his internal organs were broken, and his blood and qi were gone, and even the most precious elixir could not be saved, unless he could get a fairy urn."
Can you tell me before you die, who are you?"
”Jing Jiu said, "You've seen me. ”Guo Dong said: "Even if you are Jingyang's second disciple, it is impossible to be so powerful. ”Being able to escape from under the sword of the West Sea Sword God with her is not something that those so-called young geniuses can do.If this matter spreads, it will inevitably shake the entire Chaotian Continent, or no one will believe it.Dongdong didn't believe that he was just the Qingshan disciple named Jing Jiu.Jing Jiu did not answer her question.Because of excessive blood loss, there is no blood on his face now, but his eyebrows and eyes are still so perfect, and he looks more and more like a real person, like a jade carving.When the sword god of the West Sea was lying in the sea, he had a similar feeling."
I suggest that you turn into a sword ghost, you may still fall away eventually, but you can always live a little longer."
The proposal to spend the winter seems simple, but it reveals that her knowledge and Taoist attainments are unimaginable.Jing Jiu had no way to turn himself into a sword ghost again, and if he wanted to survive, he needed to use other methods, and said, "Lend me your thread." ”Hearing this, Dongdong's eyes were slightly cold, and he asked, "Who are you?"
”Jing Jiu still didn't answer, and slowly raised his right hand and stretched out his index finger.Dongdong watched him be silent for a moment, and also stretched out a finger.Two fingers meet in the sea breeze.One-touch to part.But I can't really tell the difference.An extremely thin, viscous thread emerges between the two fingers that are gradually parting.This thin silk thread is transparent, condenses with the wind, and moves slightly against the wind, making it extremely tough.In the sunlight, the silk threads shimmer with a golden jade color, but they are extremely light.Filigree emerge from the fingertips that have survived the winter.The picture looks like a spring silkworm spinning silk.The black iron sword appeared, hanging silently on the beach, right where the shoulders of the two men touched.Jing Jiu glued the extremely thin silk to the blade of the iron sword.The iron sword came to his abdomen with the thread, trembling slightly.Wintering didn't understand what he was doing.The iron sword actually moves in a very small area, but because it is so fast, it looks like it is trembling.It didn't take long for the iron sword to take the extremely thin silk to another place in the belly of the well."
I'm sewing the flesh on the back, mending the cracks in the vertebrae."
Jing Jiu explained.I couldn't sit up in the winter, I couldn't see the picture there, and I just thought it was too ridiculous.If this is the case, her heavenly silk was actually sewn into her body by this man, and she felt even more weird.Silk is the thinnest and toughest silk thread in the world, and it is perfect for suturing wounds.It's just that except for the winter and the current white morning, no one can find so much silk.The iron sword moved at high speed in Jing Jiu's abdomen with the heavenly silk, and kept stitching.After dozens of breaths, the fissure in the vertebrae was repaired, and the iron sword moved elsewhere and began to stitch up the internal organs.Of course, it is not only the internal organs themselves that need to be sutured, but also the mucous membranes and blood vessels on the surface, which requires more precision and subtlety.But the speed of the iron sword did not slow down, but faster, bringing out the remnants of the Dao Dao."
How do you feel faster?"
Wintertime asked.Jing Jiu said: "It seems easy to repair the bones, but in fact, it is troublesome, those gray-white fibers in it are very fine, and my bones are very hard. ”"You've done something like that before?
”Jing Jiu said: "I have studied. ”As they spoke, the iron sword stitched two severed intestines and began to stitch up the others.After the internal organs are sutured, there are the muscles, and finally the skin.The sea breeze blows the slanting sun, and time fades by.I don't know how long it took, but the iron sword ended trembling and hung quietly in front of the two people.The gold-like silk broke with the wind and was collected into the fingertips.Guo Dong looked at his abdomen and found that it was smooth as usual, but there was an extra thin line of blood, and no other problems could be seen."
You should be a doctor in this craft."
Jing Jiu said: "The main thing is that the sword from the west is fast enough. ”The sword light from more than ten miles away was too sharp, so the wound was so smooth and smooth.If the wound is a mess, like this beach, it will be a lot more troublesome to deal with.Of course, there are very few things in this world that can cut off his body.The winter noticed that he called the sword god of the West Sea to the west.There are already too many such questions."
That's it?"
She asked.Jing Jiu said: "No, it's just sewn together, and then it's going to take a long time to let them grow on their own, but I won't die." ”"Well, now it's my turn to die," said Winter. ”She suffered not external injuries, but fatal internal injuries.In order to ensure that she could kill the West Sea Sword God, she was very close to him when she struck, and the damage she suffered was naturally extremely heavy.The sword of the Sword God of the West Sea directly broke her three Dao veins.She seemed to be in good shape at this time, but in fact, she was completely unable to move from the neck down, like a paralyzed patient, and her vitality was gradually dissipating.Even if Jing Jiu's iron sword could sew up the slightest wound, it couldn't heal her wounds."
You're not going to die."
After Jing Jiu said this, he felt that this picture and this conversation seemed to have happened.Years ago, or hundreds of years ago.Dongdong glanced at him and said, "Really?
”After saying this, she closed her eyes and began to rest.The sun is more slanting, the sunset is more beautiful, and the sea seems to be burning.More and more dead fish floated from afar, attracting more and more seabirds, which kept falling towards the surface of the sea, and then flew up again, making a noisy cry, and from a distance, it looked like countless sparks.Jing Jiu turned his head to look at her face.Closed eyes are like two lines, eyelashes that are neither long nor short are more lines, the mouth is a line, and the bridge of the nose is also a line.This is an ordinary face, not the same as before.At that time, she was not peerless and beautiful, but she could be called dazzling, whether it was in the Nu River of Montenegro or in the prosperous world, she could remember it at a glance.However, no matter which one she is, he has never been able to understand him anyway, just like she should never have understood him."
Your realm is not as good as me now, but you want to kill the West, what are you thinking?
You have been stagnant in the Tongtian Realm for hundreds of years, and you have never been able to break through, and after I ascended, I finally decided to use the most dangerous method in order to break out of the cocoon and transform into a new life......
Then why do you still live like you used to, delay your practice, waste your time, and even give your life for these unimportant things?
Pei Baifa is running out of time, what about you?
”Jing Jiu looked at her face, thinking about these questions.As night approaches, the sky is full of stars, lighting up the beach.When I opened my eyes in winter, I was very bright with the stars.The water star is the star in the sky.What is the person in front of you?
She looked at Jing Jiu quietly and did not speak.Jing Jiu didn't speak, he thought it was very good, unlike many years ago, when she kept talking about reason, which was very annoying.I don't know how long it took, but my eyelashes moved slightly in the winter, and he said, "You said I wouldn't die." ”Jing Jiu said, "Yes. ”"Then why do I think you're looking at a dead man," said Winter. ”Or someone who should have died.The corners of Jing Jiu's lips slowly curled, forming a nice arc, and he replied with a polite smile."
Your face is indeed good-looking, but don't use it as a weapon against me, the concept of good-looking is just a choice for a better bloodline in the continuation of life......" said Winter, "and I'm not interested in these things." ”Jing Jiu thought what she said made sense, but was not interested.He doesn't like to listen to reasoning, and he doesn't like to be reasonable, so he only said something to Zhao Layue.And he'd heard Dong say something similar many years ago, and those were annoying memories he wanted to forget.He just wanted to come and see her, and he wasn't ready to meet, but he didn't expect the situation to force him to meet anyway, and they were so close that they were right in front of him.What to do?
Jing Jiu closed his eyes directly.Winter didn't expect him to have such a reaction.She looked at Jing Jiu's face and suddenly came to a conclusion.- Although I am not interested in those things, a good-looking face is indeed more pleasant than an ugly face.Neither the Tao mind nor Zen will completely erase those things in the deepest part of life, and forgetfulness is not ruthless, otherwise it will become inhuman.She understood this truth better than anyone else, and naturally she could accept it easily, so she looked at Jing Jiu's face like this for a long time.The stars are silent, eternally immovable, but they change with time, and when the morning light grows, they quietly disappear.Jing Jiu opened his eyes and woke up.He looked at himself with his sword and made sure that there was nothing wrong with the sutures in his body.Then he looked at his toes, tried to move, and found that the thumb of his right foot was already able to bounce on its own.After a night, those gray bundles in the vertebrae were finally connected, and that was the most important thing.He slowly retracted his right leg, his movements slow and clumsy, stiff, like a puppet imitating a human.With his right leg bent and the soles of his feet on the sand, he slowly turned, his palms fell, supporting his body, and then he rose inch by inch.His movements were so slow that the picture looked like it had slowed down dozens of times."
You're like a chameleon," said Winter. ”Jing Jiu ignored her, still concentrating on his movements until he finally became a sitting position.This simple action made his face even paler and frowning slightly.It must be the most extreme pain to make his expression change.When he stitched up his wound yesterday, he used the Zen Gong of Guocheng Temple to close his six senses.Back then, he encountered a thunderstorm as soon as he broke through to the Chengyi realm at the peak of the end of the gods, and it was in this way that he avoided being stunned by the thunder.However, the closure of the six senses will have a serious impact on the repair and regeneration of internal organs, muscles and even meridians.If Jing Jiu wants to recover as soon as possible, he can only give up and survive by will.Fortunately, he never lacked such a thing as will.He took a deep breath of the salty sea breeze to make sure that the sutures of his internal organs were not cracked, his face was slightly better, and his palm fell on his winter's hair and stroked it twice.Winter's eyes widened and he asked, "What are you going to do?"
”Jing Jiu raised his palm.Countless extremely thin silk threads were glued out by his palm, floating softly in the sea breeze, shining with a beautiful luster.These silk threads are also heavenly silk, but I don't know how they can be pulled out of his body for the winter."
You like to run around, so I'm going to tie you up first."
Jing Jiu wrapped the silk silk in his hand around his body for the winter, as if he was wrapping it.Dongdong naturally knew that he didn't mean this, and said: "I heard that in the snow field back then, you also used this method to save Bai Zao. ”Jing Jiu said: "Yes, but this can't save you." ”The realm of the Sword God of the West Sea was countless times higher than Luo Huainan, who had attacked Bai Zao.The injuries of the winter are also countless times heavier than the original Bai Zao.The secret method of meditation between the Silkworm Cocoon and the Water Moon Nunnery could only stabilize her injuries, but there was no way to cure them.Dongdong stared into his eyes and said, "Who are you?"
Jingyang actually left all the Danzhu ancient scriptures to you......
Are you a descendant of him and Nan Wang?
”Jing Jiu thought to himself that if he was still so troublesome, he shouldn't come.Naturally, he would not answer her words, but lowered his head and continued the movements of his hands, wrapping the silk thread around her body, wrapping it thicker and thicker, and the position became higher and higher, and it passed through the chest and neck, and it was about to reach the face."
If you want to gag me by the way, you can try."
The eyes of the winter became calm and terrifying.She didn't have the same mantra as Aoyama's disciples, and her tone was very indifferent.But there must be a place for her in the top three with the largest number of personal killings in the history of Chaotian Continent, so her threats are more real and powerful.Jing Jiu thought about it, changed his original plan, and wrapped the heavenly silk along her face.It didn't take long for a large silkworm cocoon to appear on the beach.The face of the winter is exposed, like a baby in swaddling clothes.It was lovely.Jing Jiu wrapped the Celestial Silk back around her waist, tied a buckle there, and then tied the other end to his wrist, then summoned the iron sword and stood up with difficulty.His face was pale again, and his brows furrowed.He carried the winter to the woods behind the beach.More precisely, not walking, but moving.Fortunately, the position of his tie is very precise, and the balance of the cocoon is perfect, which does not affect walking.In the evening, he finally walked out of the woods.About two or three miles away.The newly changed cloth was once again wet with oozing blood.Jing Jiu had already adjusted to this level of pain, and he no longer frowned, but his speed couldn't get faster.At this time, he couldn't even control the sword, let alone use the Netherworld Immortal Sword, so he could only use his feet to slowly move his body.Outside the woods was a dirt road, rugged, with wheels and ox hooves faded, and it seemed that few people visited on weekdays.Jing Jiu carried it for the winter and walked slowly into the distance.He remembered the journey when he and Liu left the small mountain village at the age of ten and followed Master Mo back to Qingshan, and he didn't understand why he felt so good at that time.Then he began to miss the Gu family's carriage.()