The body is warm, and although the breath is weak, there are still ups and downs.
Yun Weisi tried to pour spiritual power into the opponent's meridians, and soon the crease between the eyebrows deepened.
He found that his spiritual power seemed to be not as good as before.
In the posture of holding a person in his arms, he slightly turned his fingers and pointed to a stone behind him. The surrounding moss was full of moss, the vegetation was lush, and there was no desolation and desolation before the world was destroyed. Imagine frying for the effect of powder.
The cultivation base has really regressed a lot, even only the level of high-level monks.
Yun Weisi blamed him for being seriously injured. After such a catastrophe, he was lucky to be alive. The most important thing now is to wake up the master first.
The infusion of spiritual power, from day to night, finally played a role.
The eyelids trembled several times, and Chang Ming slowly woke up.
Yun Weisi's arm was almost numb, but he didn't want to let go.
The water flowed from the leaf he picked up into the corner of the opponent's mouth. Jiufang Changming swallowed most of it subconsciously, but there was still a small amount of water flowing out, wetting the front of the collar.
The eyes diverged from the hazy, gradually focused, fell on Yun Weisi's face, and finally was completely puzzled.
The first sentence of the exit made Yun Weisi almost put the leaves on the opponent's face.
"Who are you?"
Yun Weisi kept his composure and threw the leaves beside him.
"You don't remember me?"
Jiufang Changming shook his head.
Yun Weisi: "Then do you remember who you are?"
Jiufang Changming thought for a while and shook his head.
Yun Weisi: "Think about it, what do you remember?"
The other party thought seriously for a long while, and his brows became tighter, but Yun Weisi couldn't bear it.
"If you really forgot, let's talk about it later."
"I only remember that I seem to be a cultivator, and I was seriously injured before I fell unconscious." Jiufang Changming shook his head, "I can't remember anything else. It was the Daoist brother, did you save me, don't you know your brother's name?"
Yun Weisi: …
Jiufang Changming: "Brother Daoist?"
His eyes gradually became brighter, reflecting the blue sky and Yun Weisi, filling the entire line of sight.
Yun Weisi never knew that Shizun would have such... pure and simple eyes.
"My name is Yun Weisi."
When the other party wanted to get up, he let go and watched Jiufang Changming move his muscles and bones to check his body.
"You are Jiufang Changming."
"Jiufang, Changming?"
"In the world of nine directions, the heart of the Tao will grow brighter."
"I only feel kindness when I see the Taoist brother, not the Taoist brother and me, what is the relationship?"
"You really can't remember?"
"The spiritual sense is weak, the mind is confused, and the instinct to cultivate qi is still there. It's just like being suppressed by a foreign object, and it's not enough."
All cultivators will maintain their youthful appearance until the moment of their death, and Jiufang Changming is no exception.
At this moment, he has forgotten most of his memories, and his eyes have lost the experience of the years, and he is more like a young cultivator.
Yun Weisi never thought that he could still see the appearance of Master when he was young in his lifetime.
Many thoughts flashed, and he opened his mouth.
The gods make ghosts, and ghosts are obsessed.
"I'm your brother."
"Um?"
Jiufang Changming blinked, doubts only for a moment, the next moment, he rolled his eyes without hesitation, opened his mouth and called.
"Brother, thank you for saving me."
After all, Yun Daozun is a person who has seen strong winds and waves. Hearing that, he just hummed, calm and calm.
"Senior brother, where are we? I was so drowsy in my head that I forgot what we were going to do."
"Before you fell into a coma, we met a strong enemy. At that time, the sky collapsed and both of them were seriously injured. Now I don't know where we are. When you recover a little, we will leave to check."
A whimper came.
The two looked at the sound, and saw a small black mass emerging from behind the rocky stream, stumbling, taking a step deeper and shallower towards them.
The dirty little black dog, with multiple traumas, was not serious, except for one pair of eyes that were surprisingly bright, rushing towards him when he saw Changming.
At the moment when the black regiment jumped up, the neck was held in the air.
"Ouch!"
The dog kicked on all fours and opened his mouth to bite, but his stature was too small and his neck was too short, so he couldn't reach Yun Weisi's hand even if he twisted his head hard.
"It seems to know us?" Jiufang Changming said.
He reached out to the little black dog.
Yun Weisi didn't find anything abnormal from the dog, so he put the dog down, and the latter jumped directly into his arms along Changming's hand, got into his sleeve, whimpered, only came up and stared at him. Zhuangyun didn't think about it, murderous.
Yun Weisi also felt familiar, not in appearance, but in breath.
He thought of a possibility.
"Zhou, can you?" Yun Weisi called tentatively.
The dog's hair was fried all over his body, his eyes spitting fire, and he wished he could turn into a raging flame and burn Yun Weisi to the ground.
Yun Weisi confirmed his guess.
Previously, Changming took Zhou Ke's soul into his arms. After leaving Wanlian Buddha Land, he encountered a series of incidents. He didn't have time to place Zhou Ke at all.
"Senior brother, is this dog an old friend? I feel friendly when I see it, and it seems to know me too."
The dog screamed wildly: What senior brother, he lied to you, he lied to you!
Yun Weisi's expression did not change: "It is indeed an old friend, his surname is Zhou, his name is OK, he was originally your apprentice, because he refused to obey the discipline and betrayed his teacher, and he did many evils. Although the soul is kept alive, the body is no longer there."
Chang Ming frowned: "What do you mean by doing evil?"
Yun Weisi: "Cultivation of magic skills, using people as the furnace, absorb the cultivation."
Chang Ming looked at the little black dog who was whistling, silent for a moment, and said, "It's also a causal cycle."
The black dog was small, and when he was excited, it rolled down from his sleeve and rolled on the ground a few times, so that it was blocked by the stone and did not roll into the river.
It also seemed to be tired, crawling on the ground and languishing, looking pitiful.
Seeing that the two of them got up to leave, it pricked up its ears and quickly followed.
I only heard Yun Weisi say to the people beside him: "There are so many things here, be careful."
Jiufang Changming: "Okay, Senior Brother."
Unwilling to be lonely, the dog purred again.
The body suddenly flew into the air, it was caught by Chang Ming's coldly outstretched hand, and fell into his arms, wrapped in fur and clothes, which immediately warmed a lot.
Yun Weisi glanced at it lightly, the situation was stronger than people, the black dog held back the whimper that was about to exit, and honestly nestled in the master's arms—
Even if the master is now blinded by the traitor, he cannot be remembered for the time being.
Here, the water flows from the mountains, and the waterfall turns into a rushing river, scouring day and night, the sharp edges and corners of the stones have long been rounded, and the water by the riverside is deeply and shallowly printed with water marks and time.
Oriole and warbler in the woods sing, and the eyes are full of emerald green and new red, and it is full of spring vitality.
The more Yun Weisi walked, the more questions he had.
Before he and Luomei perished together, the entire human world had already been occupied by demonic flames. Even if there were gods and Buddhas in the world to fill the gap, the pervasive demonic flames would not disappear because of this, and it would be impossible for them to return to their original appearance.
What is the explanation for the paradise in front of you
Not far from walking out of the valley, the two saw an official road, and they walked along the road for more than ten miles, and there were several carriages driving behind them.
The carriage was sturdy and heavy, the owner of the caravan wore low-key clothes, but they were all made of high-quality materials, and he also brought a dozen of his own guards.
Although such a target is conspicuous, there are generally no mountain bandits who dare to make up their minds on the road.
On weekdays, Yun Weisi wouldn't take a second look at such a team. At this moment, so many ordinary people are enough for him to stop the team and ask what happened.
"The two gentlemen are cultivators, so can they fly with their swords?"
When the owner of the team heard about the identity of the two, he still didn't believe it.
Yun Weisi wanted to summon the Chunchao sword, but suddenly remembered that the sword had been broken in two. He turned his eyes to the guard beside the owner of the convoy, his sleeves were lightly raised, and the other party only felt a light in his hand, and the sword was unsheathed. Fly into the hands of Yun Weisi.
Yun Weisi held the hilt of the sword and threw it back to others.
"My junior brother and I are living here for some reason, and we don't know the direction. Please give me some guidance."
The owner of the convoy was greatly relieved. Ordinary people may have coveted his convoy, but cultivators despise these mundane things.
"He has eyes and does not know Mount Tai, and asks the two masters to forgive me! I was planning to go to Shangzhou, and Hongluo Town is not far ahead. I am planning to spend the night there and leave tomorrow morning."
The more Yun Weisi listened, the more wrong it became: "In which country is this place located, which emperor is in power at this time, and what is the era?"
His question is a bit strange, but sometimes monks practice retreats without asking about world affairs for decades.
"Mr. Haojiao knows that this is the territory of Hongjing, and it has been hundreds of years since the Hong family ruled the world. When this year's number is dry, it has just been three years since he ascended the throne."
Hong's…
dry...
Emperor Qianhua had reigned for 21 years, and more than 30 years had passed after him. The Yun family was involved in the imperial court, and the whole family was beheaded. Only one son of the Yun family escaped and went to the Jade Emperor Temple.
In other words, there are still more than fifty years before he should have been born.
Plus the original time—
They went back to more than 100 years ago!
Maybe it was his expression that showed a hint of shock, so that Chang Ming came to pull the corner of his clothes.
"Brother?"
Yun Weisi immediately came back to his senses after being shouted by his own master.
"Brother He doesn't know if it's convenient to take us for a ride. We've been estranged from the world for a long time, and we just happened to go to Hongluo Town to meet the world."
The owner of the convoy is fond of color, and it is very lucky to be able to walk with the monks. After all, it is not a prosperous world now, and it is still a lot of trouble to travel south and north.
"That's my honor! Don't call me brother He, Mr. He is frightened, call me old He! I don't know what the two gentlemen call me? Oh, look at me, please get in the car first, and then talk about it!"
Lao He led them into the carriage, brought tea and snacks to entertain them, and asked the daughter in the second carriage to come over to see them.
"This is a little girl, 12 years old. I read some words of Sword Immortal Qixia all day long, and I was spoiled. I heard that the two gentlemen are masters, so I made a noise to come over and open my eyes."
The girl looked curious but a little shy, and after saluting, she hid behind her father and quietly looked at the two distinguished guests.
"I'm Yun Weisi, this is my junior brother, Jiufang Changming."
Lao He hurriedly handed over: "Mr. Yun, Mr. Jiufang!"
The little black dog showed a black head from Changming's sleeve, and the girl couldn't help but let out a soft yawn.
She found that the dog seemed to be glaring at her, she wanted to laugh, but she hurriedly held back her mouth, and her interest in the dog immediately overshadowed her curiosity in the two immortals.
"If I remember correctly, what Lao He said about Shangzhou, if you go further west, is there a sect called Wanjian Xianzong?"
"That's true, but the Wanjian Immortal Sect is still a long way from Shangzhou. If the two of you have free time, you might as well take my carriage to go together. It just so happens that I have to pass through Tiangang Town, which is the closest to Wanjian Immortal Sect. Wanjian Immortal Zong is famous, and even a mortal like me is like thunder, could it be that these two are disciples of Wanjian Xianzong?"