"It's really you." Duan Baiyue looked at him coldly.
"God doesn't want me to die." Lan Ji said, "Then I can only live."
"This is wrong." Duan Baiyue said, "If God wants you to live, he will not send you here, and the farther away you should be, the better."
Nan Moxie also jumped down from the tree and landed firmly in the courtyard. According to his previous temper, he would definitely be as steady as Mount Tai to watch the excitement when he saw such a scene, but this time is different. After all, his apprentice is injured and can It is better not to fight or not to fight.
Another thunder sounded, and Lan Ji suddenly made a move, her hands as claws as ghosts.
Nan Moxie attacked from behind her, but Duan Baiyue took the lead. The Xuanming Cold Iron was clanking in his hands, as if the soul that had been silent for thousands of years was about to break free. Nan Moxie was surprised when he saw this. Although he knew that this thing was a demon sword, he just wanted to use its cold energy to suppress the golden silkworm thread in Duan Baiyue's body, but he didn't expect to be awakened. day.
After returning from the dead once, Lan Ji's tactics became more and more ruthless, and even the palm wind was poisonous. Duan Baiyue knew that the golden silkworm thread in her body was not very stable recently, so she did not use all her strength. A strand runs through the palm of the hand and travels through the limbs and bones, and even the blood begins to become cold. Under the interference of the sword energy, the internal force gradually becomes disorganized, like the rushing river and the waves, and it is faintly necessary to find a vent in the body.
Strongly suppressing the dull pain in his heart, Duan Baiyue jumped up, and the sword edge drew blue light and shadow in the moonlight. Nan Moxie sensed something was wrong, grabbed his wrist and pulled the man to his side, but his fingertips felt a biting cold.
Duan Baiyue broke away from his hand and attacked Lan Ji again. The shot was three points faster than before, but the murderous aura was much weaker than before, and it was more of a false shot. Nan Moxie gradually saw the clue and understood why he was suddenly so obsessed with fighting - it seemed that he wanted to use the opportunity of this battle to dispel the cold in his body a little.
The Royal Forest Army guarding near the villa also heard the sound, and Nan Moxie hurriedly put on a majestic master face when he saw this, and scolded others for not allowing others to intervene - but no one listened at all. Even before the basic sentence of "Jianghu is about the rivers and lakes" was finished, the officers and soldiers rushed up.
After all, the emperor once issued an imperial decree, and even if there is a big mess, the King of Southwest cannot be allowed to do it himself.
Seeing everyone rushing over, Duan Baiyue simply picked up Lan Ji with one hand, swept across the treetops with her toes, and swept away in the direction of the deep mountain with her. Nan Moxie hurriedly followed, and the Imperial Forest Army also held torches and chased after him vigorously.
In the middle of the jungle, Duan Baiyue's chest was filled with fishy sweetness, and a little blood oozing from the corners of her mouth. Although Lan Ji had already lost half of her life by him, she still sneered when she saw this: "Why, shouldn't the King of Southwest be the only one in the world after practicing the Bodhi Heart Sutra?"
Duan Baiyue slammed the Xuanming Cold Iron into the ground and stuck her neck with one hand.
Looking at the ferocious totem that gradually appeared on his side face, Lan Ji coughed and mocked: "Everyone knows that Tiansha Sect is a demon sect, but they don't know the real demon sect in the southwest. It should be your Southwest House, the Bodhi Heart Sutra, so it is Such a half-human, half-ghost kung fu."
"Don't kill her!" Nan Moxie chased after him from a distance.
Duan Baiyue's subordinates exerted their strength, and there was a muffled sound from Lan Ji's neck, a strand of black blood dripped down the corner of her mouth, and she was completely breathless in a moment.
Nan Moye: "..."
Duan Baiyue released the person and knelt on one knee on the ground to breathe heavily.
Nan Moxie kicked Xuanminghan Tie and put the sword back into his hand: "Stand up!"
Duan Baiyue firmly held the hilt.
Nan Moxie slashed at his heart with a palm: "Take and inhale freely, Zhou Tian turns around!"
So when the Royal Forest Army came, they saw Lan Ji lying dead on the ground, and Duan Baiyue was fighting with Nan Moxie, fighting hard to separate.
…
Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.
Nan Moxie didn't dare to be careless, and patiently taught him the formula of the heart method step by step, until all the sword qi of Xuanming Cold Iron was dissipated, and then the trick came to the ground.
Duan Baiyue's face was pale, and the blue veins burst out on his forehead.
Nan Moxie slapped the apprentice stunned, carried his back to the villa, ran over and over again and shouted, "Go and boil the hot water!"
The Imperial Forest Army ran to the kitchen while agreeing.
After all, the emperor also said that if you serve the king of the southwest well, you will be rewarded.
After soaking in the steaming potion, Duan Baiyue's face softened a lot, and the pain in his heart also dissipated a lot.
Nan Moye was concerned: "How?"
Duan Baiyue adjusted his breath for a moment and replied, "I can't die."
"What happened to Xuanming Cold Iron?" Nan Moxie asked.
Duan Baiyue took a deep look at him and said weakly: "The sword was found by the master, shouldn't I ask the master about this question." Nanmo was speechless, and after a while, he said: "I will It was given to you because this sword is extremely cold and cold, and I thought about how much it could suppress the restlessness of the golden silkworm thread. But I didn't guess that you are so capable, and you can awaken the demon sword to life."
Duan Baiyue perfunctory: "Thank you Master for your praise."
"Let's not say why it woke up, but you still have to stay away in the future." Nanmo evilly said, "If you didn't have enough brains tonight, if you can think of using Lan Ji to disperse the murderous intention in time, I'm afraid that you have already gone into trouble. "
Duan Baiyue sighed: "I thought that after more than ten years, Master's way of giving gifts will be more clever." But it turned out to be not as good as the poisonous weed in childhood.
Nan Moxie's chest was tight, but he couldn't refute it, because that was the truth.
In this world, some people avoid meat, some people hate lust, and maybe they should avoid giving gifts.
Because no matter good intentions or bad intentions, there is only one final result - the person receiving the gift is dying and half dead.
The same is true this time, although Xuanming Cold Iron's sword qi traveled through Duan Baiyue's body and temporarily froze the restless golden silkworm thread, but it was only "temporary". After only one night, the golden silkworm thread, which had not yet attacked, scrambled to wake up, for fear that it would be swallowed by the same kind. Duan Baiyue's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his hand almost broke the bed rail.
"Master Nan." Tao Rende, who originally planned to return to the North Palace this morning, hurried over after hearing the news and said, "Is King Southwest okay?"
"Of course there is something." Tao Rende said casually, "In order to capture the demon girl for Emperor Chu, my eldest apprentice was seriously injured, and he vomited a whole pot of blood." He stretched out his hand and gestured, "Such a big pot." Embroider a pennant.
Tao Rende said with relief: "Master Nan, don't be in a hurry, just heard from the commander of the palace that he sent someone back to ask for the imperial doctor early in the morning, and he will arrive in half an hour if he wants to come."
The imperial doctor has a fart. Nan Moxie thought to himself that the little emperor himself was almost the same. He was injured so badly that the Acacia Gu would at least be doubled.
Tao Rende continued to ask, "Could this old man go in and visit the King of the Southwest?"
"Sir, don't go in." Nan Moxie perfunctory, "There is blood everywhere, I'm afraid it's unlucky."
Tao Rende: "..."
"Sir, let's go back quickly." Nan Moxie was dazed by him, "Hurry up and report this matter to the emperor, and then take the dead demon girl back along the way."
Tao Rende first nodded in agreement, and then asked, "Will you not come back to life again?"
Nan Moxie suggested: "If you are worried, you can chop off her head and hold her."
Tao Rende's face turned pale again.
Nan Moxie didn't have the heart to pay attention to him anymore, so he went back to the bedroom to test Duan Baiyue's pulse, and he was sure that it was a little more stable than before, so he was relieved.
Duan Baiyue's mind was confused, and she didn't know who, what, or what was happening around her. She only felt that even her blood would be frozen by the cold air. The towel on top of his head was hot and cold, as if someone was talking, but he couldn't hear what it was.
Chu Yuan sat on the edge of the bed, his hands tightly clasped with him.
Nan Moxie wept beside him: "My apprentice is suffering. I almost died last night. I finally woke up this morning for a while, but I caught up with the golden silkworm thread. I don't know if I can survive it."
Chu Yuan said in a low voice, "I won't let him do anything."
Nan Moxie was just trying to figure out when he was going to take out the Acacia Gu, but Duan Yao had already kicked him behind him, kicking quite hard.
…
"Let's go, let's boil the medicine." Duan Yao pulled the corner of his tattered clothes, forcibly dragged him into the courtyard, and asked, "What the hell is going on?"
The little apprentice is really fierce... Nan Moxie sighed in his heart, and then recounted what happened last night.
"Xuan Minghan Tie woke up?" Duan Yao was surprised.
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it." Nan Mo said evilly, "It's just that the sword qi is too strong, but it may not be a good thing.
Duan Yao complained: "Look at you, what kind of broken gifts are given."
Nan Moye bowed his head dejected: Oh. "
"I don't know if my sister-in-law can temporarily lend my brother a sword. There should be many treasures in the palace." Duan Yao said, "It's better than being injured by Xuanming Cold Iron one day."
Nan Moye squatted on the ground, very depressed.
Broken gift.
"Okay, come again." Seeing him like this, Duan Yao relented, squatting beside her master, and took out a fat worm from her cloth pocket, "Here, I'll send you off."
Nan Moxie squeezed it with his hand, and it seemed to be fine, so he said, "Well."
Inside the house, Duan Baiyue laboriously opened his eyes, first frowning, seeing the person in front of him, and then smiling: "I knew you would come."
Chu Yuan helped him sit up.
Duan Baiyue asked: "When I fought against Lan Ji, I disobeyed the decree once again, but should I be sent to the cold palace?"
"Senior Nan has already told me what happened last night." Chu Yuan frowned, "I want to take that piece of broken iron."
Duan Baiyue shook his head: "Leave it for a while, it's still useful."
Chu Yuan asked, "What's the use?"
"The golden silkworm thread has woken up, and there is something very cold by my side, so I can feel more comfortable." Duan Baiyue said, "The demon sword also has a temper, and if he has not met an equal opponent, he will not wake up again. rest assured."
Inside the courtyard, Nan Mo evilly said: "Go out and look around to see if there is anything rare, it can be said to be Tianchensha."
Duan Yao was surprised and lowered her voice: "You really want to cheat?" His sister-in-law is the emperor, and no one can save him if he beheaded for the crime of cheating the emperor.
Nan Mo evilly said: "Be prepared, this time the golden silkworm thread and Xuanming cold iron should not be underestimated. I may take him back to the southwest at any time."
Duan Yao nodded, not daring to be careless, turned around and left the courtyard.