Rou'er wiped the tears from her face and said, "It's fine if you're fine!"

After getting along these days, Rou'er has become more and more attached to Daoyuan. She seems to have become accustomed to this feeling. In her heart, he is like a strong tree, supporting a quiet sky for her. He is also like a giant umbrella, blocking the storm outside.

When she heard the news that he was seriously injured and unconscious, she felt as if the sky had fallen. She rushed to him desperately, she shed tears, attached to his ears, shouting his name over and over again, trying to open his closed eyes.

For five days and five nights, she didn't close her eyes for a moment.

Several times, Lei Luo asked the mistress to replace her, but she refused them firmly. She wanted to watch him wake up safely, to see him smile at herself, to hear him speak, and to think about everything about him.

She didn't know what would happen if Daoyuan couldn't wake up, and she didn't want to think about it, nor did she dare to think about it.

Now, he finally woke up safely, smiled at her, and spoke to her.

However, she didn't know how to answer. She had thought of tenderness before, but in the end she turned into a sentence: Just be fine if you're fine.

Until this moment, the big stone that had been hanging in Rou'er's heart finally fell to the ground, her eyes filled with smiles, looking at Daoyuan for a moment. Suddenly, she didn't know what she had remembered, her face flushed, she lowered her head shyly, and her hands unconsciously fiddled with her wrinkled clothes.

Seeing her tired and sleepy look, Daoyuan's heart trembled slightly and said, "It's okay now, you go and rest quickly."

"Yes, hurry up and go and rest, just have us here."

Lei Luo and his mistress spoke in unison.

"Okay." Rou'er said reluctantly: "You must take good care of Brother Daoyuan, I'll be back in a while."

"How is the matter now?"

After Rou'er left, Daoyuan looked at Lei Luo and asked.

"I got angry when I mentioned this!" Lei Luo sat down slowly and said with a look of hatred: "That bastard is not dead! God is really blind! If the situation was not urgent at the time, I would have to make up for him any more sword."

"But..." He then changed into a happy look and said with a smile: "He is just a useless person in this life. Now Lu Qianlin is afraid that he will suffer more than death, haha... It's so satisfying!"

"Hmm? What does it mean?"

The mistress said, "I have been inquiring about the news a few times these days. I heard that Lu Qianlin's dantian was deposed and he would never be able to practice again from now on. He was hit hard again in the head and became a little dazed. Now, he is not much better than a fool."

Lei Luo snorted coldly: "I deserve it! Who told him to do so many bad things before? This is his retribution!"

"I guess the Lu family won't give up." Daoyuan looked at the roof full of spider webs and was a little dazed.

The mistress said: "After this incident, I heard that Lu Qianlin's father smashed a lot of things in the family and almost burned the entire Lu family in anger. He sent countless people to investigate and investigate the matter, and vowed to find out the murderer and avenge his son."

"Then let them investigate, I don't believe it. They can still find us." Lei Luo sneered disdainfully.

"This matter must be guarded against." Daoyuan frowned slightly: "If they really find out here, it will cause a lot of people."

The mistress said, "Brother Daoyuan, we are not afraid."

"This is not a question of whether to be afraid or not, but it is unnecessary." Daoyuan looked at the few thin figures outside the door: "The things were done by the two of us, which would implicate everyone in unnecessary trouble. When I can take action, I will go back to Tianxiang Yaxi."

Lei Luo nodded: "Okay, you will keep it for a few days first. After a few days, we will go back to the inn."

...

...

The moonlight like water fell on the face of the young man who was closed and resting through the broken window frame.

Daoyuan seemed to be sleeping, but in fact he was communicating with the sword spirit.

After sleeping for three days, the sword spirit woke up first. Part of the call that Daoyuan heard when he was in a coma was from the sword spirit. With the help of the sword sword, he sent the sound directly into the depths of Daoyuan's soul, echoing Rouer's affectionate call, and finally pulled Daoyuan back from the side of the god of death.

"How do you feel now?" Jian Ling asked.

"Fortunately, the wound is healing and the chest is no longer so blocked and stuffy. It seems that the recovery is not slow."

"Hehe, of course it's not slow. Do you know that when I woke up, I found that the magical power in your body had stopped operating, which means that you were in a severe coma at that time. If you don't take measures immediately, you're afraid that your life will be impossible to save. I secretly input a trace of true energy into your body while they were not paying attention. The magical power that had already stopped was re-operated with the help of this trace of true energy."

Speaking of this, the sword spirit touched his chin and continued in confusion: "It's strange to say that the girl's voice calling you seems to have a magical power. Every time she calls your name, a small ripples appear in your sea of ​​consciousness, and her consciousness becomes more solid, more effective than mine! In addition, the pill you once took, the magical power that re-operated, and the combination of several factors, finally woke you up."

"I said Rou'er's voice was a little hoarse, so that's how it is!" Daoyuan's mouth slightly raised: "Thank you so hard for her."

"Hey, hey, do you still have a conscience? Shouldn't you thank me? Why do you smile when you mention that girl!" Jian Ling said depressedly: "It's clear that I am the one who has done the most, okay!"

"Then, how do you want me to thank you?"

Jian Ling thought about it and said in a disgusting way: "Forget it, you are a pauper now and you can't come up with anything to thank me. Working hard to practice magic skills is the greatest comfort for me."

Daoyuan remained silent, but his thoughts turned around.

Both of them almost died when they rescued Lei Luo. After all, it was because they were too weak. When he thought of what might happen next, his brows frowned unconsciously.

"It seems that you need to practice harder! After all, only if you have strong enough strength, you can not be afraid of others' harm, protect the people you want to protect, and better find your own life experience..."

He took a deep breath, and the true energy in the dantian slowly moved with his mind, gradually repairing the physical trauma. However, every time the true energy passes through his chest, there will be bursts of pain and boredom. He knew that this was because the injury was too severe before.

However, since practicing the magical skills, Daoyuan clearly felt that his recovery ability had become very strong, not only pain, but also fatigue and normal rest. Although it would take some time to fully recover, if you want to walk down the ground, I believe it would not take too long.

In a blink of an eye, five days have passed.

During this period, in order to take care of Daoyuan, Rouer insisted on moving out of Tianxiang Yaxie despite the opposition of the crowd, accompanied him all day long, fed him water and food, washed his face and comb his hair every day. His carefulness was even more thoughtful and considerate than taking care of a newborn baby. If it weren't for Daoyuan's persistence, I would have done even such intimate things as changing clothes.

Daoyuan recovered very quickly, and he was no longer hindrance to walk down the ground. As for Lei Luo, he suffered much less injuries than Daoyuan, so he naturally recovered not slowly.

At this moment, Daoyuan, Rouer and Lei Luo were sitting in a spacious and comfortable carriage, returning to Tianxiang Yaxi, while Jin'er was curled up in Rouer's arms and sleeping.

"Boss, now the mistress and the third son have changed their places as you told me, but what should we do next? Although we are not afraid of revenge from the Lu family, if things are not resolved, it will be a problem sooner or later." Lei Luo touched the wound and slowly tore off the scar that was about to fall off.

Daoyuan shook his head gently: "The initiative in this matter is not in our hands, and we cannot leave now. We can only be careful in the days to come. At the same time, we must speed up our cultivation and improve our strength. Only by becoming stronger can we survive well and survive in the battle that will come."

"Not bad! Take this matter for example. In fact, Lu Qianlin's bastard is just that skill. If I hadn't practiced a few years later, he might not have been my opponent...Oh..."

Lei Luo was talking, but suddenly his hand trembled, and instantly pulled down a half-taken scar, and suddenly grinned.

Finally returned to Tianxiang Yaxi.

The three of them had a good meal. Especially Lei Luo, the eating habit was like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves, lightning broke through the clouds, and they were still burping until the next meal began. Rou'er thought he wouldn't eat anymore, or eat less, but she and Daoyuan added up to the food they ate together, and they didn't eat much.

Rou'er looked at his stomach in surprise, worried that the things he had eaten would suddenly explode.

Lei Luo giggled: "I was really scared of hunger before. When I saw something delicious, I naturally had to eat it until I couldn't swallow it. Otherwise, who would know when the next meal would be full."

"Then aren't you afraid of being supported?"

"I'm afraid. But it's better than starving to death!"

“…”

Half a month later, Daoyuan's injuries finally recovered completely.

The reason why he can get better so quickly is naturally the herbs he prepared and his strong recovery power, but the guidance of the sword spirit cannot be ignored.

What made Daoyuan happy was that after the last battle and the practice of these days, his cultivation has improved again and he has entered the upper realm of spiritual gathering. According to the sword spirit, this realm is already the middle stage of the first level of magical power, and it is still a lot short of perfection.

As for Lei Luo, after absorbing some of the energy of the seven-colored stones, he had officially entered the initial spiritual gathering realm a few days ago. Then, Daoyuan asked the sword spirit to formulate a cultivation method that suits him based on his situation.

With the knowledge and ability of the sword spirit, this thing is a piece of cake. At the same time, he asserted: "As long as Lei Luo works hard and improves, progress is just around the corner!"

However, there is no good way for the sword spirit to improve the strength of Daoyuan's realm. The colorful stone can only increase his strength, giving him the basis or opportunity to improve his realm, but cannot directly improve the realm of magical power. These two are completely different.

The realm of divine power can also be said to be the state of mind, which is the ultimate strength that Daoyuan can reach. Once his strength reaches the limit of the realm, if he cannot comprehend the mystery of divine power and cannot improve the realm, then his strength will stop and will be difficult to survive.

In other words, the realm of magical power is like a kettle. If the capacity of the kettle is limited, then no matter how much water there is, it will still not be able to enter.

"So that's how it is!"

Looking at the faint light coming from the sky in the distance, Daoyuan sat in the fresh small pavilion and thought silently.

Suddenly, a sound with clothes breaking through the air sounded on the other side of the wall. Daoyuan was shocked and suddenly jumped out, and the sword of life and death also appeared in his hands at the same time.
Chapter completed!