Before Sifei Sword, Changming used to have a sword called Chun Dynasty.
The clouds in the spring are high, the rising sun is luxurious, and the word spring is the word for the sword master's high spirits in the first half of his life.
He inherited the Jade Emperor Temple in his early years. Because of his outstanding talent and outstanding cultivation, he carried forward the Taoist Temple and even became one of the major sects of Taoism. When everyone saw Changming, he had to be called a real person, a Taoist honor, and many monks pursued it all their lives. It's nothing but glory and power.
But Changming didn't stop because of this. He left the Taoist sect and turned to Buddhism. Before leaving, he left the Chunchao sword to his disciple Yun Weisi.
This sword was taken to the Wanshen Mountain by him, but he did not enter the abyss with him.
Zhou can say that the Sifei Sword is likely to fall on Yun Weisi.
Now his words are confirmed.
This sword is indeed in Yun Weisi's hands.
Because the opponent used the Four Fei Sword to kill him.
"Stop!" Chen Ting lost his voice.
He was too far away to stop in time.
The sword penetrated Changming's body, and the tip of the sword protruded from his back.
But Chang Ming didn't even move, and his face didn't even show the slightest pain.
He even laughed out loud, raised his eyebrows slightly, and sneered.
"You use my sword to kill me?"
All things have spirit, and so is the sword.
Four Fei swords can't devour the master no matter what.
Yun Weisi naturally couldn't kill him with this sword.
Withdrawing the sword, Yun Weisi didn't know what to do, and the sword disappeared from his hand.
"Now you are not qualified to take this Four Fei sword."
To Chang Mingdao, his cold tone was to state the facts, but he did not see any love and hatred of the reunion between master and apprentice.
Changming nodded: "Indeed."
Yun Weisi said coldly: "I didn't expect that you have become so weak after not seeing you for many years. You are not worthy of my title as Master."
There was no sadness on Chang Ming's face, but he smiled: "I should say this right, I haven't seen it for many years, how did you fall to Jiuzhongyuan, the head of the Taoist sect became the master of Jiuzhongyuan, it seems that it is not worth it. Proud."
Yun Weisi didn't say a word, he grabbed Changming directly.
Without the Four Fei Sword, he could still kill Changming.
The latter had been prepared for a long time, and when he saw this, he jumped back, with the glazed golden bead stick in front of him, and the two instantly fought for more than ten rounds.
With Chang Ming's strength, it was a sure-fire ending, but Chang Ming could feel that Yun Weisi's cultivation was also limited by some kind of power, and it was not even as good as the previous Yun Hai-although they were the same person.
Although Yun Weisi still remembered his relationship with Changming, he would kill him as soon as he made a move.
Yun Hai acts both righteous and evil, all based on his own preferences, but he doesn't know anything about the relationship between the two.
What happened to his eldest disciple in Jiuzhongyuan in the past
Naturally, Chen Ting couldn't watch Chang Ming being killed, so he hurriedly took action to stop him, standing in the middle.
"Fellow Daoist Yun, I have something to say. We just fought side by side with life and death, how did we become enemies in a blink of an eye? There must be some misunderstanding..."
Yun Weisi: "Get out of the way."
Invisible coercion rushed towards his face, Chen Ting took a half step back and stopped again.
"Step aside."
Yun Weisi said it again, this time with a slight movement of his wrist, the Four Nonsense Sword appeared directly.
The Sifei Sword couldn't kill Changming, but it didn't mean that Chen Ting couldn't be moved.
Chen Ting was surprised. He didn't know about the Sifei sword, but found that the sword in the opponent's hand was exuding amazing sword energy, and he was eager to find the sacrificial sword.
"Fellow Daoist Yun, can you listen to me..."
"There is no time."
Yun Weisi suddenly said.
This sentence has no beginning or end, and it seems very strange. Chen Ting didn't know how to answer it for a while.
After all, Yun Weisi shot directly, and it was actually the posture of people blocking the killing Buddha and blocking the killing Buddha.
Chen Ting couldn't, so he had to fight with the Lone Moon Sword.
A few people just finished solving Fu Xiaoshan, and they couldn't even catch a breath, so they had to do it again.
The glazed golden bead staff hit the ground heavily, and a sea of fire suddenly appeared between the two of them and Yun Weisi.
"Walk!"
Changming said, Chen Ting turned around to Yujian without hesitation, not forgetting Changming, and the two flew to the bridge on the other side of the water drop.
Yun Weisi was chasing after him, and Chang Ming turned around and shot a few Zen sounds with a Zen stick. The golden swastikas were layered on top of each other, instantly forming a barrier, preventing Yun Weisi from coming forward.
The small bridge is close at hand, and the end of the bridge is actually a rock waterfall.
The two had no choice but to dash behind the waterfall.
As soon as you approach the bridge, you can feel the water vapor blowing in your face.
Not a hallucination.
There was a faint hole behind the waterfall, which could not be seen clearly, so Chen Ting did not dare to rush in rashly.
Changming's heart moved, and he made a decisive decision.
"Rush in!"
Yun Weisi, who was chasing behind, saw the two of them rushing to the back of the waterfall, his expression changed slightly, and he actually stopped.
The two disappeared behind the waterfall, he thought for a moment, took the Sifei sword, and entered the waterfall.
The sound of the water was loud, as if the Milky Way was pouring down, pouring down thousands of miles.
Chen Ting only felt that his ears were completely covered by the sound of water, his eyes were full of water, he couldn't even open his eyes, the flying sword was completely ineffective, and his spiritual power couldn't be used in an instant, so he could only barely walk forward, staggering.
He subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab Chang Ming who was beside him, but he was empty. He followed his intuition in desperation. After an unknown amount of time, the pouring water finally disappeared, but the lingering sound still lingered in his ears, as if the waterfall had not yet reached its peak. Far.
Chen Ting wiped his face and looked around, but he didn't find any trace of the waterfall. Instead, he looked around in the wilderness. There was an archway in front of him, and he wrote to Tianzhucheng.
Not far away, Chang Ming was leaning on a stone, his eyes half-closed, as if he was closing his eyes and resting.
And Yun Weisi, who was still in hot pursuit just now, still doesn't know where to go.
Chen Ting breathed a sigh of relief and walked over.
"Fellow Daoist Changming, are you alright?"
Chang Ming shook his head slightly, did not speak, and did not open his eyes.
Chen Ting saw that his face was pale and pale, it should be serious injury, but there was no healing.
"I learned a little medical treatment when I was in the teacher's school. If you don't dislike it, let me show it to you."
When he first met Xu Jingxian, Chen Ting subconsciously assigned Chang Ming to the same magic cultivator as Xu Jingxian, but now he naturally knew that it was a misunderstanding. A person who can use the glazed golden bead staff and the Lone Moon Sword could never be a magic cultivator. .
Although Chang Ming claimed to be a loose cultivator, there are many practitioners in the world, and there are many hidden masters with great backgrounds or powerful teachers who are unwilling to expose.
"Didn't you find it?"
Chang Ming opened his eyes and said slowly, "You are checking your inner breath now, but you still have half of your spiritual power?"
Chen Ting was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed drastically.
He really didn't think much about it just now, only when he was injured and exhausted would he be unable to walk heavily.
"What, what happened? We were poisoned?!"
All the spiritual power in the body became as clean as it was sucked away, and there was no trace of it.
"Sword up!"
Chen Ting threw the Lone Moon Sword and squeezed a sword trick.
The sword drew an arc in mid-air and plunged straight into the soil.
Chen Ting: …
"Am I dreaming? Are we in an illusion again?"
He was a little dazed, for fear that a daughter country would suddenly appear out of nowhere and would arrest him in the palace.
"This should be the eighth abyss, and the waterfall we saw should be the Tianzhu Waterfall."
Chang Ming coughed twice, and he remembered what Yun Weisi said earlier.
Yun Weisi said, there is no time.
The day belongs to Yun Weisi, and the night belongs to the sea of clouds.
Now the top of the head is scorching hot, and the night is still long. Yun Weisi said that there is not much time, not that the sea of clouds will come out soon, but that he is afraid that Changming and the others will enter the Tianchui Waterfall first.
"If you and I both became mortals through that waterfall, so must everyone else."
Including Yun Weisi.
If true, that would be interesting.
When everyone in the eighth abyss is ordinary people and no longer distinguishes between high and low based on cultivation, what will it be like
Naturally, his unfilial disciple couldn't kill him.
Chen Ting asked, "Then if we can go out, will our cultivation be restored?"
Chang Ming: "When fellow Daoist Yun comes after him, will you ask him?"
Chen Ting: …
When he saw Chang Ming reluctantly got up, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to help him. Only then did he realize that the elder had been slashed diagonally from the shoulder to the arm. The blood had dried up, but the traces left were even more hideous.
Chen Ting felt pain when he saw it.
He asked cautiously, "Are you really okay, or I'll carry you?"
"No need."
Chang Ming would naturally feel pain, and he even found that at the same time as his cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds, the pain he felt from the injury would be more severe than usual.
But these are tolerable.
And it's not necessarily safe here.
"Go into the city, find a place to rest and talk."
Seeing that he was using the Zen stick directly as a crutch, Chen Ting twitched the corners of his mouth and wanted to say something, but he held back.
The treasure of the town temple of the dignified Qingyun Temple... Forget it, there are no bald donkeys here anyway.
After passing the archway, the two walked a few more miles, and finally saw people.
Not only was it crowded, it was also very lively.
Chen Ting wanted to rub his eyes.
"Are they... going to the market?"
He was indeed not mistaken, the scattered vendors and the crowds of people coming and going are the common sights in cities and towns of various countries on the 15th day of the lunar new year.
However, this is Jiuzhongyuan.
And those who sell and buy things have become monks.
It's normal to think about it.
When everyone here has lost their spiritual power, everyone is also an ordinary person, and it is no longer feasible to distinguish the strength from the weak by the way of cultivation. Live it up.
Therefore, there are not only markets and inns in the city, but also people who farm the land. There are rich people who are well-dressed and covered in silk and satin, and there are also men and women who are not well-behaved and wear plain and shabby clothes.
Chang Ming didn't have time to take a closer look, the pain of the wound made him sweat non-stop.
Chen Ting quickly helped him into a nearby inn.
Staying in an inn here also requires money. When the guy meets him, he asks, "Do you two have any money?"
Chen Ting: "What is that?"
The man smiled and said, "You need money to stay and eat in this city. If Langjun doesn't have it, you can give me the valuables and things with you. I will take it to the pawnshop, convert the price, and refund more and less."
Chen Ting: "What valuable things do you accept?"
Buddy: "Naturally it is a magic weapon, such as Lang Jun's sword."
Chen Ting: "Isn't there any magic weapon that doesn't work after entering here?"
Buddy: "That said, these things are still valuable. If you go out one day, you will be worth a hundred times more. On the other hand, if you stay here for one day, you have to eat and drink like an ordinary person. A well-known expert on the side, isn't he still doing errands here now?"
Chen Ting was speechless.
Naturally, he couldn't pawn the Lone Moon Sword, and Chang Ming couldn't take out the glazed golden bead staff, so the two sides were deadlocked.
The guy saw that Chang Ming was injured, so he didn't panic, and waited for them to soften.
"Don't say I didn't warn you two, it's not a problem now that it's daytime. When it's dark, if you two can't find a place to live, it will be dangerous."
Chen Ting frowned, just pretending to be intimidating: "How do you say this?"
The other party was about to speak, but someone came in from outside.
"I'll pay them."
…
Yun Weisi looked up at the sky.
The sky is clear and the sky is cloudless.
But the man he wanted to kill was lost.
Tianchui Waterfall was the place he hated the most in Jiuzhongyuan.
Because here, all spiritual power will disappear, and everyone will become an ordinary person.
If you want to leave, you have to wait for the right time and place.
In order to kill Changming, he came in.
A whisper came from the palm.
It was a voice that only he could hear.
Like a dragon singing.
But he knew that it wasn't a dragon.
It is the chanting of the Four Fei Swords.
Sifei Sword rarely moves, even if it is driven by him, it is just like an arm and a finger, silently.
But after meeting Jiufang Changming today, there was an unprecedented reaction.
Yun Weisi's wrist moved slightly, and the dark long sword was held by him.
The inscription glows slightly, as if meeting a long-lost old friend.
He knew that the Sifei Sword once belonged to Jiufang Changming.
But Yun Weisi felt that the other party was no longer qualified to own this sword.
Why does Sifei Sword still react like this
The past is vivid.
He remembered Jiufang Changming, remembered that he had entered the teacher's door, and then broke with it, and finally the two took different paths.
He also remembered that he must kill him, wherever he goes.
Years passed, all memories gradually faded away, only this belief survived.
He didn't expect that not long after he woke up from seclusion, the other party took the initiative to send it to the door.
That's all, in Tianchui Waterfall, it's a little more troublesome, but it's not in the way.
But, why does the Sifei Sword make a low moan that is almost mournful
Yun Weisi looked at the flickering golden inscription on the sword.
"He is no longer worthy of you, and you are reluctant to kill him?"
Sifeijian naturally would not answer.
Yun Weisi didn't need to answer either.
He strode forward.
Be sure to find Jiufang Changming before dark.
…
"Fellow Daoist Xu!"
A long drought meets the rain, and the old knows when he meets in a foreign land.
Chen Ting was full of surprises, and his mood at the moment was no less than Gan Lin and Gu Zhi.
Xu Jingxian was still the pretty woman in purple clothes.
Even the enchanting atmosphere while walking has not changed.
Chen Ting was a little shy at first, but now he feels more cordial.
At the very least, Xu Jingxian is still a person. Compared with Fu Xiaoshan, who has eight legs, and Meng Li, who has no lower body, she is much more cordial.
Xu Jingxian looked at him with disgust, then turned to Changming, being affectionate and considerate.
"Minglang, fortunately, you're all right, do you miss the slave family very much?"
Chang Ming: "You gave the money first."
Xu Jingxian: …
She took out a few pieces of silver and handed it to the man. With a wave of her hand, she was extravagant.
"I want two rooms!"
Going to the room is really going to the room.
The quilt smells like ironing, and even the water you drink has been warmed in advance, and the furnishings are no less like the houses of wealthy families in the capital of a country outside.
Chen Ting still had a few admiring glances, but Chang Ming almost fell over in the dark.
Fortunately, Xu Jingxian had sharp eyes and reached out to take the person into her arms.
"How did Ming Lang get hurt like this?!"
Chen Ting: ... Look at what I did, I didn't hit you.
Xu Jingxian actually brought the wound medicine with her. While she was applying medicine to Changming, she listened to Chen Ting's story of how they fought against Fu Xiaoshan.
"I've already seen that he's not a good person!"
"You were fascinated by the color at first, and wanted to spend a night with him."
After Changming finished speaking, he groaned.
Xu Jingxian deliberately increased his strength.
"That was also the beginning!"
Chen Ting didn't have the heart to joke, he was more concerned about Tianchuicheng's problems.
"The man said just now that we will be in danger when it gets dark. Do you know why, Daoyou Xu?"