Su Zimo opened his eyes wide, trying to see Dieyue's every move, but a burst of fatigue came over him, and he couldn't hold on any longer and fell down.
From the fierce battle in the royal city to the beheading of Luo Tianwu under Jian'an City, from the ambush in the Canglang Mountains to the escape, Su Zimo had spent more than half a month without sleep, running day and night, and had exhausted the last bit of strength in his body.
The moment he closed his eyes, Su Zimo just saw Dieyue stretching out her white palm, and easily blocked the surging purple ocean.
The next moment, Dieyue clenched her fist.
The purple ocean exploded instantly, bursting out into a beautiful mist of blood.
Su Zimo fainted.
…
I don't know how much time passed, but Su Zimo woke up leisurely, opened his eyes, and felt a familiar breath.
This is a training ground.
Su Zimo soaked in the barrel, as if he had returned to a year ago.
Dieyue was sitting on the bluestone not far away, with a cold expression on her face, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Where's the monkey? How is it?" The first thing Su Zimo did when he woke up was to inquire about the monkey.
Dieyue didn't answer.
Su Zimo quickly explained: "There is a monkey lying in that cave. It is my friend. It was seriously injured to save me. Miss Butterfly, you must save it! It, it..."
Su Zimo was a little anxious, but couldn't go on.
With Dieyue's temperament, it was unexpected that she could come forward to save him, so how could she care about the life and death of a spiritual beast.
After a while, Dieyue said calmly: "You don't have to worry about it, it is much stronger than you."
"ah?"
Su Zimo was stunned for a moment, then he was overjoyed and asked: "The monkey is still alive?"
Dieyue was silent, seemingly too lazy to respond.
Su Zimo couldn't help laughing, nodded repeatedly, and said to himself: "Yes, yes, since I have survived, and the dead monkey is physically stronger than me, it must still be alive."
Putting his worries aside, Su Zimo had another doubt in his heart, and couldn't help but ask: "Miss Die, although I am not a demon clan, after practicing the Secret Code of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness, why can't my body be as good as that of that dead monkey?" ?”
The corners of Dieyue's lips curled up slightly: "You have only practiced three chapters: Tempering the Body, Changing the Tendons, and Forging the Bones, and you have only achieved a small degree of success. This technique is the most difficult, and the ones that change your physique the most are at the back. You are still far behind. "
Su Zimo nodded, looked at his body, and found that his right arm, which was almost useless, was intact, with no scars on his body.
"How long have I slept?" Su Zimo asked.
"Ten days."
Su Zimo secretly chuckled.
He was so seriously injured that he thought he was lucky to have saved his life and that he would not be able to recover at all. Unexpectedly, after he was rescued by Dieyue, he would be back to normal in ten days!
Not only that, after this battle, Su Zimo can clearly feel that his body has become stronger, his strength is greater, his bones are hard, and the Bone Forging Chapter has entered the realm of success!
This method can be called the life and death of human flesh and white bones.
Is there anything that Dieyue can't do
Although Dieyue had warned Su Zimo not to ask about her identity as early as the beginning, Su Zimo often thought about it in private.
Who is Dieyue
What level of monk is she
Suddenly, Su Zimo felt something in his heart and looked up,
On the bluestone, Dieyue looked at Su Zimo quietly, her eyes were like water, clear and moving, with ripples in the waves.
For some reason, Su Zimo suddenly felt flustered.
"Miss Butterfly, you..."
"I gotta go."
Su Zimo's expression froze and his mind went blank.
"Not coming back?"
"yes."
Su Zimo fell silent, feeling depressed, and the joy of the rest of his life disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Dieyue said: "I can't teach you anymore, so I planted a spiritual root for you. It won't be worse than the Tianling root. From now on, you can find a sect to practice immortality."
"Can spiritual roots also be planted?"
"Others can't, but I can."
Dieyue seemed to have thought of something, smiled slightly, and said: "After cultivating immortality, you can also fly with a sword, and you won't be as embarrassed as before."
A cultivator can fly with a sword and take the enemy's head thousands of miles away. It would be a lie to say that he is not envious.
Su Zimo would have been ecstatic when he heard the news before.
But now, Su Zimo really couldn't get interested.
"Why?"
After a long silence, Su Zimo raised his head and asked.
"Do you know why I took you to practice?" Dieyue asked.
Su Zimo shook his head.
A year ago, when Su Zimo was at his lowest and almost lost everything, Die Yue appeared in front of Su Zimo and asked him: "Do you want to practice?"
Su Zimo will never forget that scene and those words in his life.
But Su Zimo didn't know why Dieyue taught him the demon clan's skills and taught him how to practice.
"Two reasons. First, when you met me three years ago, it was when I was at my weakest. You brought me here to save my life. In the next two years, you made delicious food every day. Food is delivered to my door without interruption. Although I ignore you, I still remember it."
Speaking of this, Dieyue grew up from the bluestone, her whole person's temperament changed drastically, exuding the arrogance of being above the heaven and earth. She could not look at her, and she raised her voice and said: "I, Dieyue, have never asked for anything from anyone in my life, and I have never asked for anything from anyone. I don’t owe anyone else anything, except you. Teaching you how to practice is the end of this cause and effect.”
Su Zimo looked shocked.
Who can guarantee that you will never ask for help from anyone in your life
Even if you are an immortal, you may not be able to avoid it.
It's hard to imagine how difficult it would be to achieve Dieyue's achievements without asking for help all his life.
"There is another reason. In you, I see the shadow of myself."
Dieyue looked at Su Zimo and said: "You look weak, but you have a tiger in your heart, but this tiger has been sleeping. A year ago, the departure of your childhood sweetheart and the bullying of Master Canglang made your heart... This tiger wakes up. Do you still remember how you reacted when that rogue came to assassinate you a year ago?"
Su Zimo pursed his lips lightly and said nothing.
"You almost killed him!"
Dieyue continued: "Who can imagine that when a weak scholar holds a sharp knife and has murderous intentions in his heart, his eyes are so calm and his wrist is so steady? In my eyes at that time, you were an uncut jade, born to Wandering in the cruel and bloody world of cultivation."
Su Zimo was a little emotional.
If Dieyue hadn't taken him into practice that day, he would have probably ended up depressed for the rest of his life, not to mention the bloody feud between the Su family.
Even if you have a tiger in your heart and have no spiritual roots, you are still just a tiger without claws.
As if aware of Su Zimo's thoughts, Dieyue frowned slightly and said with some confusion: "Your qualifications are unique, but you lack spiritual roots. Logically speaking, everyone should have spiritual roots when they are born, but The distinction between strong and weak. But in this world, many people do not have spiritual roots, which is very strange."
After a pause, Dieyue shook her head again and said: "Forget it, there are some secrets hidden in every world. I don't have time to explore. It's time to go."
With that said, Dieyue moved and walked outside.
Su Zimo quickly jumped out of the barrel, grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on his body, and chased after him.