At the bottom of the cliff, the swirling clouds and mist are like veils, shrouding the surrounding scenery, ethereal and hazy.
In front of a small wooden house, there is a young man about ten years old who is watering the spiritual grass on the ground. His expression is very serious, and his eyes are very clear and bright.
The boy's face looks a little round and his eyes are big, but he looks quite cute.
At this time, an old man in white robe came over and asked, "Have you practiced today's swordsmanship?"
When the young man saw the white-robed old man, he immediately stood up straight, and said with a respectful and serious expression, "If I go back to the master, the disciple and grandson have practiced the basic swordsmanship ten times today according to your instructions."
"That's very good." The white-robed old man nodded, showing a look of satisfaction, but then he asked, "How is the man that the old man picked up now?"
The boy hesitated for a moment, then replied, "I haven't woken up yet."
Just half a year ago, his master suddenly picked up a man who was covered in injuries. The injuries were so serious that they were almost incurable.
At that time, he thought that the man would die soon, but a miracle happened. Not only did the man not die, but his physical injuries were also slowly recovering.
His master said that the man's body has a very powerful self-healing ability.
However, the person is not dead, but has been in a coma.
No matter what method they used, the other party showed no sign of coming to their senses.
Just like the living dead.
"This is a bit strange." The white-robed old man couldn't help frowning and whispered, "Except for the injury to his right arm, his body should be fine, but why hasn't he woken up?"
The young man also looked puzzled.
"Tong Le, follow the old man to see him." After the white-robed old man finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the small wooden house not far ahead.
"Yes!" The boy, Tong Le, responded and followed behind the white-robed old man.
After the two entered the wooden house, they saw a handsome man lying motionless on the bed, his eyes were closed, his face was pale, but his breath was very stable.
Tong Le blinked and couldn't help but say, "Master, every time I see him, I think he is very good-looking."
"The identity of this person is definitely not simple." The white-robed old man nodded and said calmly, "I don't know why he was injured so badly. If there is no special method, his right arm may not be able to recover. already."
When he said the last sentence, his tone was full of regret.
"Master, is there really no way to cure it?" Tong Le seemed to feel the same way, and couldn't help but say a little sadly, "Didn't you say that he has the cultivation physique of a natural sword bone? If his right arm is really abolished, like this Wouldn't it be equivalent to ruining his life? When he wakes up, he will definitely be very sad."
"There's nothing I can do about it." The white-robed old man looked at the person still lying on the bed and couldn't help sighing, "The old man finally met a person with a natural sword bone, but I didn't expect that the other party would be hurt. …”
He didn't say any more.
Continuing to say will only add regret and worry.
After a while, just when the white-robed old man and Tong Le were about to leave, the person lying on the bed suddenly moved.
Tong Le's eyes have been staring at the person lying on the bed, so once the other party has any movement, he will immediately know, so he suddenly said excitedly, "Master, look, his fingers moved. ."
Hearing the words, the white-robed old man quickly turned to look at the person on the bed.
Mo Junlan didn't know how long he had been in a coma, and his body was so weak that he couldn't think about anything anymore. He only remembered that before he lost consciousness, he sealed Lingxiao's last touch of spiritual consciousness in his eyes.
His eyes are now unable to see anything.
After entering the void space, Ling Xiao used the strength of his entire body to protect his body.
After exhausting his strength, Lingxiao forcibly broke the void again, allowing him to return to the land again.
However, Ling Xiao, who encountered the backlash of nihilistic power, was completely destroyed in form and spirit.
At that time, Mo Junlan tried his last bit of strength, and with the help of Lingxiao Sword, was able to seal Lingxiao's last touch of spiritual knowledge into his eyes.
But as long as there is still a trace of spiritual consciousness, Ling Xiao will come back again.
In addition, even the Lingxiao sword was damaged, and now it is staying in Mo Junlan's sea of consciousness.
In fact, Lingxiao's spiritual consciousness would be better cultivated in the Lingxiao sword, but the Lingxiao sword is now damaged, and it is only bad for Lingxiao's spiritual consciousness and not good.
Therefore, Mo Junlan had to find a way to repair the defect of Lingxiao Sword.
Mo Junlan's eyes couldn't see the light now, otherwise he would feel extremely stinging, but his hearing was fine. After hearing Tong Le's words, he opened his lips and asked, "Who are you?"
"Master, he is really awake." Tong Le heard the words and couldn't help but say excitedly, "My name is Tong Le, and it was my master Xingchen Sword Saint who saved you."
Xingchen Sword Saint, whose original name was Jiang Muyang, was the only Supreme Master of Xuanjianmen, and his cultivation was unfathomable.
For example, there can be many swordsmen, but only one swordsman.
In the countless years of rumors in the vast immortal land, it is said that only the Supreme Master of Xuanjianmen is qualified to be called a Sword Saint.
Mo Junlan didn't come to the vast immortal land for a long time. Although he heard about the existence of Xuanjianmen, he didn't know there was such a person as Xingchen Swordsman.
Xingchen Sword Saint has been hidden from the world for hundreds of years, and he has hardly appeared in his original identity over the years, so there are relatively few people mentioning Xingchen Sword Saint.
In fact, over the years, Jiang Muyang has been looking for someone with a natural sword bone, and then intends to take him as an apprentice.
Just wanting to find a person with a natural sword bone in the vast and boundless immortal land is undoubtedly equivalent to finding a needle in a haystack.
"Thank you!" Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for too long, Mo Junlan's voice was hoarse.
"What's your name?" Tong Le asked Mo Junlan curiously.
"My name... What's my name?" Mo Junlan pursed his lips and muttered to himself, "I seem to have forgotten."
"You don't remember your name?" Tong Le couldn't help being surprised when she heard Mo Junlan's words, and then asked with some doubts, "Could it be that you have lost your memory?"
Mo Junlan didn't speak anymore. Of course he didn't have amnesia, but he just didn't want to tell others about himself for the time being.
Amnesia is a great excuse to pretend you don't know anything.
"You are so pitiful." Tong Le looked at Mo Junlan sympathetically, and said in a tone full of pity, "I don't even remember who I am."
Mo Junlan continued to remain silent.
Jiang Muyang smiled lightly, but he couldn't tell whether he believed Mo Junlan's words, and said in a gentle and authentic voice, "If you forget it, you forget it, it's not easy for you to survive."
Seeing that Mo Junlan's eyes were always closed, Tong Le couldn't help but ask, "Big brother, why don't you open your eyes?"
"My eyes... seem to be blind." Mo Junlan replied, "Even if I open it, I can't see."
"Ah?" Hearing this, Tong Le felt more sympathy for Mo Junlan, but he didn't expect this very good-looking big brother to be a blind man who couldn't see anything.
What a pity!
Jiang Muyang took a deep look at Mo Junlan, and then said warmly, "You can take good care of your body here."
"Thank you, senior." Mo Junlan sincerely thanked him.
Jiang Muyang looked at Mo Junlan, with a hint of regret in his eyes, and said, "The injury on your body is not a serious problem, and you can slowly adjust your state later. The problem is that your right arm meridian is completely broken. I'm afraid I can't hold a sword anymore."
"It's okay, I still have my left hand." Mo Junlan smiled lightly, and he would find a way to heal the wound on his arm himself.
"Left-handed sword?" Jiang Muyang was stunned when he heard the words.
Yup!
The right hand is not good, there is also the left hand!
It's a pity that the other party seems to be blind.
Forget it, let's observe it for a while.
Maybe the other party is just a fake blind man!
It was difficult to find a person with a natural sword bone, and he did not want to give up easily.
Mo Junlan was silent again.
Tong Le still looked at Mo Junlan with a sympathetic expression, it was the first time he had seen so many people who had suffered so much.
Mo Junlan thought about it for a while, his thoughts were surging, and he asked, "How long have I been in a coma?"
"It's about half a year." Tong Le replied, "When the master picked you up, you were covered in blood, and you didn't almost scare me to death."
He still has a fresh memory of the scene at that time.
After all, what Mo Junlan looked like at the time was really terrifying and scary, so much so that he almost thought that the master had brought back a bloody corpse.
Mo Junlan fell silent again.
"Tong Le, you and the old man go out to decoct." After Jiang Muyang finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the cabin.
"Yes!" Tong Le responded and followed Jiang Muyang out.
After they all left, Mo Junlan began to slowly activate his soul power.
His soul power can also be used as eyes.
That's why he remained so calm after finding that his eyes couldn't see for a while.
Mo Junlan closed his eyes and activated the power of his own soul. When he saw it, he immediately discovered something strange.
His long black hair had turned into snow-like white now.
Blue silk turns white hair!
Who is this mocking
Mo Junlan naturally knew the reason, because his body had lost a lot of vitality, so he became what he is now.
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