Her pupils were bright and blinking, especially beautiful under the setting sun.
Su Bei turned around and silently held her in his arms.
She pressed her head tightly against his chest, feeling the long-lost tenderness, and murmured softly:
"Don't let me lose you again..."
His hair is still so pale, like withered grass, and feels rough... I don't know what kind of pressure he is burdened with.
Ji Nanjue raised her head and stretched out a finger to gently brush the unpolished and scrawled beards on his chin:
"Your energy and blood are still so weak. What's going on with your body? I think you just used a sword and you're already so weak."
"What is the situation now? Can't take action, or can't take action?"
"..."
Su Bei did not directly answer her words, but said softly:
"If you really have to take action, even if you risk damaging your Taoism or even jeopardizing your own eternal life...you can still take action..."
Shan Wulan, who was watching this scene sourly, frowned, walked up to Su Bei, stared at him and said dissatisfiedly:
"That means you can't take action! But according to my husband's temperament, when the situation is beyond control, I still have to risk my life and take action..."
"..."
Su Bei smiled. He had obviously considered this extremely likely possibility and replied softly:
"The sky is big and the earth is big, life is the biggest."
"When that time comes, if my death can solve all the problems, then I might as well die. I'm afraid my death will be in vain. It's better to leave it to be useful and pursue other things..."
"..."
Before he finished speaking, a finger gently touched his lips.
Ji Nanjue raised her phoenix eyes lightly and said dissatisfiedly:
"Don't say that...it's not like you're going to die."
"..."
Shan Wuque, who was hiding aside to watch the excitement, also took over the conversation, walked to Su Bei's side, blinked his eyes, and his expression lost a bit of seriousness:
"Senior brother, don't forget, if you die, no one will be able to revitalize the Sword Sect. Do you still expect women and children like us to compete with the Southern Emperor?"
Su Bei shook his head, stood up slowly, squinted his eyes and looked at the increasingly brilliant sunset in the distance, and said softly:
"How can that be possible..."
The evening breeze blew slowly on his cheek, and he patted the dust on his body:
"If I mess up like this, I'm afraid the world will be in chaos in a few days. Whether the Eastern Kingdom can be revived depends on good fortune."
"As the saying goes, do your best and obey fate, we can only wait for the opportunity..."
"..."
A smile appeared at the corner of Ji Nanjue's lips, facing the sunset, she stretched and stood up slowly.
The exquisite figure hidden under the long skirt was fully displayed, and then he said with a bit of laziness:
"You are overcoming the tribulation, and I am also overcoming the tribulation... The Southern Emperor may not be able to withstand it. Could it be that he can't withstand the civil strife in the Eastern Kingdom?"
"Have faith."
"..."
At this moment, Shan Wukue suddenly thought of something, patted his head, then touched his arms, took out a letter, handed it to Su Bei, and said a little embarrassedly:
"By the way, senior brother, the saint asked me to deliver a letter to you. I was so nervous just now...that I forgot about it."
"Sister Yaoyan wrote it in the Holy Land. She specifically asked me to hand it over to you personally."
"for you--"
Su Bei was stunned.
A letter from Yaoyan to myself?
He took the envelope handed over by Shan Wukue, and used spiritual energy to engraved the word "key" in ancient seal script on it.
Use your nails to wipe away the aura on it, and sigh softly:
"I'm afraid it's not going to be easy for her these days when I'm away..."
Not only must we be wary of the Southern Emperor and try our best to maintain the surface calm of the twenty-one states, we must also always pay attention to the eagerly looking West to the East.
Su Bei opened the envelope and took out three pieces of letterhead filled with dense hairpin flowers in small regular script. When he took a quick look, he saw the words "To classmates Su Bei" at the beginning, and he couldn't help but smile.
It seems that she has not completely cut off the world of mortals after all, and still remembers the memories between them.
The three women gathered around and looked at Yao Yan's special name for Su Bei. Although they were a little confused and didn't understand what it meant, they didn't say much.
Su Bei then looked down:
"I am very happy to hear that you are awake."
"I wonder if you are well? I heard that your son is ill. His body cannot be strong."
"My thoughts about you are not what I wrote in a few words in this book. I am writing this to repay you, but be careful not to show your face..."
"..."
When Su Bei read this, a look of embarrassment appeared on his cheeks. He subconsciously raised his head and looked at the reactions of the women beside him.
Ji Nanjue's face was very calm, but her long eyelashes were trembling slightly. She seemed to want to say something, but due to the crowd, she did not say it out.
On the contrary, Shan Wulan snorted coldly and rolled his eyes fiercely at Su Bei:
"It turns out that the relationship between my husband and the saint is so close... 'My thoughts about you are not expressed in a few words in a book.' This piece of paper is so big that I can't write what she wants to say? Why, she still wants to
What to say?"
"..."
Su Bei smiled coquettishly, not knowing how to explain it to her.
Ji Nanjue hesitated for a moment, bit her thin lips, and said softly:
"Husband, in fact, it is common for men to have three wives and four concubines. In terms of your status, it doesn't matter if you have a few women, but there is one thing...Master...her identity is
unusual."
But halfway through speaking, something suddenly occurred to her, and she felt relieved:
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "If I had not died once, I might be very jealous of the relationship between you and Master... There are many men in the world, but
There are only a few outstanding men, and they will naturally attract many women, and Master is not a true saint."
"For me now, as long as I can be by your side, it's enough..."
"..."
Once you die once, you can think clearly about some things.
Shan Wulan blinked her snow-colored eyelashes and stared at Ji Nanjue with a shocked expression. It was hard to imagine that this sentence actually came out of her mouth.
But if she doesn't mind, then if he makes a fuss like this, he will appear to be narrow-minded?
There is still a trace of unwillingness in my heart. When he looks for a woman, I have to be busy trying to excuse him, but instead I think about my own problems?
"snort--"
"Out of sight out of mind."
She turned around from behind.
But those high erect ears revealed her true inner thoughts.
Su Bei used the luster of the afterglow to read the small regular script of the hairpin on the letter in his hand word by word. Every word was written by the owner of the letter. Every word was written extremely seriously. Every word was written carefully.
It is extremely delicate, every column, every row, every word is clear and every word is written with care.
It didn't mention a single national event, but just talked about a lot of trivial things, and even mixed in some trivial matters. It used words without fireworks to write things that were full of fireworks. At first glance, it seemed a bit noisy, but after reading it, it was interesting.
, it was full of tenderness in the end.
A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Su Bei's mouth, and he murmured softly:
"It's the hardest to accept the kindness of a beautiful woman."
"Yao Yan asked me not to show up in public, but it's a pity that I read this letter too late... I'm afraid that the news of my awakening has already spread all over the world."
"..."
It was indeed a little late for this letter to come into my hands.
Looking down again, Ji Nanjue's eyes lit up.
"Due to your illness, I read a lot of classics, and I found it from the only copy of the Holy Land Sword Sect."
"The essence of the disease is that your disease is due to exhaustion of blood and Qi. If you break through before the longevity energy dissipates, everything will be solved."
"However, those who have overcome the tribulation will breathe out the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. If they want to improve their cultivation, it will take a long time, ranging from hundreds of years to a thousand years."
"..."
After reaching the level of overcoming tribulation, even if you want to advance to a small realm, you have to practice hard for hundreds of years...Twenty years is not enough.
"But I saw it from the sword sect's canon. In the catastrophe of the past ten thousand clans, the swords of several sword sects were inserted into the twenty-one states. There was one in Beihai, one in the western wilderness, one in the southern barbarians, and one in Xuanxuantian."
"If the Sword Sect has accumulated tens of thousands of years and accumulated many swords, you will be able to make someone who has mastered one become extremely terrifying."
"..."
Yao Yan made it very clear in his letter that ordinary methods, even with various methods, could only keep Su Bei alive.
But in addition to this, there is another way. This method is somewhat treacherous. Taking the sword sect's foundation for thousands of years as the foundation and absorbing the sword energy accumulated by the sword sect for tens of thousands of years, Su Bei can achieve the goal in the shortest time.
Reach a higher realm.
Su Bei doesn't have time to slowly advance through the ranks, so he needs to use the sword of the Sword Sect to reforge his bones and become an invincible sword immortal.
After reading this point in the letter, Shan Wulan had already turned around, with a glimmer of crystal light shining in his pupils.
"My husband's injury can be cured!?"
"As long as you absorb all the energy and spirit of the Sword Sect's sword and reforge the sword bones, can you cure it?"
"But, how to do this?"
"..."
The heads of the three women came close to each other, and three kinds of fragrant fragrance lingered around Su Bei's side.
This letter from Yao Yan is like a timely rain, nourishing this land that has been dry for a long time.
Su Bei followed the envelope and read on:
"However, if you want to absorb the meaning of the sword, it is very dangerous. At least two Mahayana practitioners must protect the way and carve a sword formation in the body for you to be able to draw the meaning."
"Although, this is not difficult, why do those who I ordered not to show their faces want to see this book? If there is a perfect place, I will ask the superior officer. The two of us will protect you and forge this supreme sword body."
"And you, too, put the remaining three swords into your bag."
"Then there will be three Mahayana monk towns in the twenty-one states, and the crisis in the twenty-one states will be resolved."
"..."
The letter is gone as I write it here.
Below is the signature of Key Yan. The four of them looked at each other, thinking about the next action.