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"Nanyuan, have you been suffering from this kind of pain?" Zhao Wujiang's eyes were deep.

Gu Nanyuan leaned in Zhao Wujiang's arms, her extremely pretty face arousing pity:

"Every month on the day of Kuishui, my body will burn like fire, and the burning pain will be unbearable.

It’s been several years...I’m used to it..."

The fire of the wedding dress in the furnace is a miserable person... Hearing this, Zhao Wujiang heard the prophecy of Granny Jinhua of Baihua Valley in his mind, and his eyes became solemn:

"Nanyuan, where do the furnace fire and sword energy in your body come from?"

"I practiced in the Sword Tomb for a while." Gu Nanyuan said slowly in a soft voice:

"The seniors at Jianzhong said that my bones are as strong and soft as gold water, and recommended me to practice one of Jianzhong's secret techniques: the Sword Raising Style.

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

The sword energy is in the body, and it accumulates over time. One day, it can move backwards and attack the strong with the weak.

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

But this method requires two people to have the same mind and yin and yang..."

Making wedding clothes for others, this is not the way of raising a sword, it is clearly a furnace... Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly, although he said that his mind must be connected, but after the yin and yang are combined, he must be one of the sword furnaces, and his cultivation will be better.

A lot of losses.

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

"Zhao Lang, please take me. I will give you my body and mind... okay?"

"Do you remember what Grandma Jinhua said about your beloved? 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 rashly. Gu Nanyuan was mentally weak at the moment, and he did not want to take advantage of him.

Maybe after he and Gu Nanyuan had sex, he could transfer all the furnace fire sword energy in Gu Nanyuan's body, so that Gu Nanyuan would no longer suffer pain.

But he had a vague feeling that there were many omissions in this matter, and he felt that there was a pair of eyes watching him from the dark.

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

Suddenly, the faint sound of wind, the sound of iron, and the sound of a baby crying could be heard next to his ears.

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

"Zhao Lang, what's wrong with you?" Gu Nanyuan noticed something unusual, her eyes filled with worry and panic.

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

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

...

Sword Tomb.

Tomb of Swords.

The sword tomb covers a vast area, and the land it occupies is 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, as if the dead were buried in the ten miles of green mountains.

There is a brand new three-foot green sword, and there is a pale yellow ancient sword that contains the breath of time.

There is a big and clever heavy sword without an edge, and there is a small and sharp hidden sword.

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

Ten Miles of Green Mountain is covered with swords, as vast as the stars.

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

"Tap tap..."

The mango shoes stepped on the yellow mud, and someone walked slowly.

He is an old man dressed in coarse linen clothes and with half-white beard and hair.

The old man only has one arm.

The one-armed old man walked up to the trembling sword and pointed the sword downward, as if to comfort and suppress him. In an instant, the sword with only the hilt stopped trembling and became calm.

He looked at the somewhat hazy sky and said calmly:

"Have you seen that child?"

"I've seen it before." A hoarse voice came from behind. The speaker was a man in black robes.

The one-armed old man asked again:

"how?"

"The root and bones are excellent, the embryo of the sword has been formed, and the edge has just begun to bloom."

"Where's the sword furnace?"

"Beside him."

"Bring him back sometime. The children of Jianzhong must not be left outside."

"..."

"Don't want to?"

"There are some things that I can't understand."

"If you don't understand, stop thinking about it."

"then......"

"Don't ask again!"

"...good..."

...

Zhao Wujiang breathed a long sigh of relief. The pain in his spine and auditory hallucinations disappeared. In front of him was Gu Nanyuan's worried eyes.

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

Gu Nanyuan had already straddled Zhao Wujiang's body at some point, hooked his hands around Zhao Wujiang's neck, and breathed out:

"Could it be that I asked you to ask me to do something to embarrass you..."

"What do you think?"

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