......

"Nan Yuan, have you been suffering such pain all the time?" Zhao Wujiang's eyes were deep.

Gu Nanyuan leaned against Zhao Wujiang's arms, and her extremely pretty face aroused pity:

"Every month, the sunflower days will burn like fire and burn with unbearable pain.

It's been a few years... I've been used to it..."

The fire of the wedding dress in the furnace was originally a miserable person... After hearing this, Zhao Wujiang heard the prophecy of the Golden Flower Grandma in Baihua Valley, and his eyes became serious:

"Nan Yuan, where does the fire and sword energy in your body come from?"

"I have been practicing in the Sword Tomb for a while." Gu Nanyuan said slowly:

"The senior of Jian Tomb said that my bones are as hard as gold and water, and recommended that I practice one of the unique skills of Jian Tomb.

The sword-raising style is to use the body as a furnace to nourish the sword energy.

The sword energy is in the body and accumulates over time. One day, it can be reversed and attacked with weak attacks.

Or, use the sword energy in the furnace to sharpen others and help them to break through the bottleneck of cultivation.

But this method requires two people to communicate with each other and yin and yang are in harmony..."

Making wedding dresses for others is not a sword-raising style, it is clearly a furnace and cauldron... Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly. Although he had to be in harmony with his mind, after the yin and yang were combined, he would probably be the party of the sword furnace and his cultivation level would be

Losses are quite large.

He felt Gu Nanyuan gradually imprisoning his waist and back, and Gu Nanyuan's voice was soft and charming:

"Zhao Lang, you want me, I will give you both physically and mentally... OK?"

"Do you still remember the good man that Grandma Jinhua said? I know, it must be you..." She hugged Zhao Wujiang tighter and tighter.

Zhao Wujiang gently hugged Gu Nanyuan tightly, but he did not move. Gu Nanyuan was weak at the moment and he didn't want to take advantage of the situation.

Perhaps after he had a yin and yang relationship with Gu Nanyuan, he could transfer all the fire sword energy in Gu Nanyuan's body, so that Gu Nanyuan would no longer suffer.

But he vaguely felt that there were many things he missed in this matter, and he felt that there were eyes staring at him in the dark.

This feeling has been entrenched in the depths of his heart since Wangzhou and his party.

In an instant, there was a faint sound of wind and ironclad sound in his ears, and the sound of a baby crying endlessly.

His mind suddenly tightened, and he felt a pain in his spine behind him, as if someone was crushing his bones, bit by bit, and the pain was hard to suppress.

"Zhao Lang, what's wrong with you?" Gu Nanyuan found out that something was wrong, and her eyes were filled with worry and panic.

The yellow flames and the blue flames intertwined, and Zhao Wujiang was in the sea of ​​fire. He heard the bellows being pulled, and an anxious voice came from outside the sea of ​​fire.

"Hurry, Wujiang can't bear it anymore!"

......

Sword Tomb.

The tomb of the sword.

The sword tomb covers a vast area, and the area occupied by ten miles of green mountains.

In addition to the lush forests and bamboos on the mountain, there are swords inserted into the yellow and black soil. These swords are like monuments, like dead people buried in the ten-mile green mountains.

There is a brand new three-foot green edge and a yellow ancient sword containing the breath of time.

There is a heavy sword with great cleverness and no edge, and there is a hinged sword with Juan and Little Lingli.

There are complete swords, and countless broken swords, or only half of the sword body, or only the hilt of the sword is left, or only the tip of the sword is buried deep in thick soil.

Ten miles of green mountain swords are covered with the body, as vast as stars.

At this moment, a sword with only the hilt left behind was shaking violently, and the surrounding loess was shaking, as if it was about to break out of the ground.

"Tread..."

The marquis trampled on the yellow mud, and someone walked slowly.

He is an old man wearing a coarse linen and half-white hair.

The old man only has one arm.

The one-armed old man walked to the trembling sword and pointed it as a sword, pointing it down, as if comforting, or suppressing. In a blink of an eye, the sword with only the hilt of the sword stopped trembling and returned to peace.

He looked at the dim sky and said lightly:

"You've seen that kid?"

"See." A hoarse voice came from behind. The person who made the voice was a man in black robe.

The one-armed old man asked again:

"how?"

"The roots and bones are excellent, the sword embryo has been formed, and the sharpness is just about to bloom."

"Where is the sword furnace?"

"Beside him."

"When should I bring him back, the children of Jianzhong should not be left out."

“…”

"Don't?"

"Some things can't be understood."

"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it anymore."

"then......"

"Don't ask again!"

"...good..."

......

Zhao Wujiang breathed a long sigh, the pain and auditory hallucinations on his spine disappeared, and in front of him were Gu Nanyuan's worried eyes.

"I'm fine..." He smiled gently, his eyes flashing.

Gu Nanyuan had already stepped on Zhao Wujiang's body at some point, hooked his hands around Zhao Wujiang's neck, and exhaled like orchid:

"Maybe I asked you to ask me for something, which made you embarrassed..."

"What do you think?"

Zhao Wujiang's hands penetrated deep into Gu Nanyuan's wide clothes, and his hands were filled with soft and warm fragrance.
Chapter completed!