Zhou Sheng's voice sounded beside Jiang Ning, his tone was very calm, but it seemed to contain an unspeakable magic power.
It's like bewitching or questioning, but it seems like there's nothing there, no feelings or emotions in it, just as casual as a passerby.
But it was such a complicated and unintelligible tone that made Jiang Ning's mind unstable, and the idea of committing suicide emerged in his mind.
Fortunately, Jiang Ning was always vigilant when dealing with the unknown old man in front of him, so he quickly reacted and bit his tongue sharply to wake himself up from the confusion through severe pain.
"It's so dangerous, this old guy's strength is terrifying..."
The sweet smell exploded in his mouth. After Jiang Ning endured the discomfort and swallowed all the blood, he slowly said: "It's better to die than to live. An ant is still living an ignoble life, not to mention that senior didn't say he wanted to see another scene on me.
A miracle?"
Jiang Ning's voice was trembling, but his words were firm.
I have already experienced so much pain and despair. It is not worth it to think about dying now.
Seeing the blood spilling from the corner of Jiang Ning's mouth, Zhou Sheng nodded slightly, left a sentence of "continue tomorrow" and disappeared.
Jiang Ning was a little confused as to what the other party meant, but after what happened today, his desire to survive became even stronger.
"No, we must find a way to recover, and then find a chance to escape, otherwise we will die at the hands of this old dog sooner or later." That night, Jiang Ning sat cross-legged on the bamboo mat, with his heart raised to the sky, and began to swallow his breath, even if there was no reaction.
, and he still didn’t give up.
As everyone knows, all this is in Zhou Sheng's eyes.
The oil lamp flickered, and the shadows of the tables and chairs in the room drew strange shapes on the walls.
Zhou Sheng withdrew his gaze, looked down at his arms covered by his sleeves, and let out a long sigh.
"Time is running out, can I wait until the day when I emerge from my cocoon and become a butterfly..."
On the wall, the shadows of tables, chairs and benches were swaying, but there was no trace of the old man.
On the second day, Jiang Ning estimated the time and left the room early.
For him, being blind, there is no difference between day and night, so as long as he feels energetic, he can continue to go out to work, and while he is working, the white haze from before still disappears from the earth, stone, grass and trees.
came out and surrounded him.
The days passed by in such an atmosphere, and Jiang Ning couldn't remember how long it had been. The only thing he could notice was that he was becoming more and more skilled at chopping wood and carrying water, and he would no longer get himself into trouble as easily as before.
Covered with bruises.
Of course, the old man seemed to be talking less and less, but Jiang Ning didn't care, just thinking that he had lost the pleasure of torturing his cripple.
Until a few days later at night, around midnight, Jiang Ning breathed as usual, but this time the feeling was different. During the process of breathing, he felt a flash of coolness in the meridians that had long since died.
The coolness was so sudden and fleeting that Jiang Ning was silent for a long time before confirming that it was not his own hallucination.
"The meridians are full of energy!" This sudden scene almost made Jiang Ning cry.
Although this spiritual energy is very weak, even as weak as a hair, no one can erase its appearance.
Because, this is a miracle, this is hope!
Jiang Ning tried his best to calm down his emotions and began to breathe harder. Two hours later, he finally felt the coolness again, which made Jiang Ning even more excited. He was not absent-minded, but united his thoughts and carefully cared for her.
With this spiritual energy, he guides it to travel throughout his body for a long time.
This process was very long, and every step was very careful. Therefore, Jiang Ning completely forgot about time and his own situation.
At this time, if that old thing suddenly breaks in, the consequences will be disastrous, but Jiang Ning can no longer control so much.
Whether you can regain your cultivation depends on today!
Fortunately, Zhou Sheng is not here at this time.
A hundred miles away, at the foot of Banished Immortal Mountain, Zhou Sheng was like an old man among mortals, silently looking towards the mountain with his cloudy eyes.
There, a major event is taking place that could destroy Shangqing Taoist Temple at any time.
In front of the mountain gate, Si Yuenan's face was ashen, and veins popped out on his forehead, but he couldn't get into an attack.
In front of him, the eight major sects were led by eight Hedao realm experts, plus dozens of half-immortals and a large number of disciples. They were all hanging in the air, looking at this great sect that was as famous as them in the past with different expressions.
There is ridicule, curiosity, pride, and intolerance...
"Seniors, I have handed over the people you want to you, and now you are not willing to let me go. You even brought so many people to my Shangqing Taoist Temple. Could it be that you want to destroy the alliance of the ancestors and destroy my Shangqing Taoist Temple?"
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Si Yuenan gritted his teeth and spoke word by word.
He really had no choice. His master Wen Fengming was still in seclusion, and his master was fighting to the death. As the acting headmaster, he could only bite the bullet and stand up.
One of the old men, with fair hair and a boyish face, held a whisk in his hand and was dressed like an enlightened immortal. Hearing this, he didn’t even look at Si Yuenan, but said calmly: "Master Wen, we are all here to talk to you on the order of the master."
The Shangqing Taoist Temple discussed the restricted area, but you only sent a junior from the Yangshen realm to send us away. Isn’t it a bit disrespectful?"
Si Yuenan felt the contempt from the old Taoist, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Because the old Taoist exudes a coercion that only a strong man in the Hedao realm can possess. He cannot afford to provoke or offend him.
At this time, a middle-aged man standing behind Si Yuenan said: "Jin Benchu, don't show off here, are you the only one in Jifa Tianzong who has a strong Hedao realm?" As he said that, he raised his body like a tiger.
Shocked, the coercion that was not inferior to that of the old Tao suddenly erupted.
The momentum was so strong that it dispersed the clouds thousands of miles high in the sky.
The middle-aged man is also in the Hedao realm.
However, when the old Taoist saw this, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he smiled and said: "Who do I think it is? It turns out to be fellow Taoist Hua Wushuang from Shangqing Taoist Temple. I haven't seen him for a long time and he is actually angry. But today we are not here to fight.
I just want to see Headmaster Wen and discuss some important matters."
Hua Wushuang immediately sneered and said: "Jin Benchu, stop being so hypocritical. How can I come out to see you when you know that my head master is injured and in retreat in the Sea of Life and Death? Furthermore, if something really happens, he is also the head master of your Jifa Tian Sect.
You can only meet Headmaster Wen in person, you are just a clan elder, what qualifications do you have to let him come out to see you!"
A trace of ambiguity flashed in Jin Benchu's eyes, and he said: "Fellow Taoist Hua, our five sects and four sects are in the same spirit, why do we have to be so tit-for-tat? As Pindao said, we eight sects are here, we only have
In order to resolve the matter, I have no intention of falling out, but if you block it and delay important matters, we may have to take action on behalf of Headmaster Wen to properly discipline his disciples."
Although these words were all about discussion, he let Wen Fengming come out one by one and disciplined the disciples for him one by one, as if he didn't regard himself as an outsider.
I have never been so aggrieved before when I went to the Qing Taoist Temple. It was such an outrage!
In front of the mountain gate, a group of Shangqing disciples had their eyes split open and gripped their swords tightly. It seemed that they were just waiting for the orders from the senior officials to rush out and kill them all.
But no one present could give this order, and no one dared to give it...