Talisman Emperor

Chapter 679: Xiao Cen doesn’t cry

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Seven days later, Chen Xi regained consciousness.

The first person he saw when he opened his eyes was a pretty and cute little girl, wearing an animal skin, holding a large rough bowl and feeding soup into her mouth.

The potion was very bitter. Chen Xi realized it carefully and found that there were almost no elixir ingredients in the potion. Apart from allowing himself to replenish some necessary water, it was of no use at all.

But the little girl was holding a bowl of rare treasures and carefully handed it to her lips, as if she was afraid of spilling a drop.

"This is where?"

When Chen Xi spoke, his voice was extremely hoarse, as if it had been ground out of gravel. Even he was startled, and immediately he lost the energy to pay attention to it.

A sharp pain surged through his body again, like thousands of ants gnawing at his heart. The pain made his brows knit together and a layer of cold sweat formed on his forehead.

Only then did he feel that the explosion scars all over his body had been wrapped in a layer of soft animal skin, and the skin of flesh and blood was exhausted. Not to mention the witchcraft, even the blood and vitality seemed to be exhausted.

The situation inside the body is even more serious. The meridians are broken, the internal organs are damaged and dim. Even the Dantian is like a cracked earth, empty and dry. The world of the cave has been shattered and collapsed so that no one can find it.

It can be said that he is almost no different from a useless person now.

"Ah, he's awake, Uncle Mengwei, Aunt Moya, this big brother is awake!"

The pretty and cute little girl wearing animal skins was stunned for a moment, then ran out of the tent and screamed loudly. In the process, she still hugged the big bowl full of soup without spilling it. One drop is like holding a bowl of rare delicacies in the world.

"Meng Wei? Moya?" Chen Xi frowned, resisting the severe pain all over his body, and looked around.

This is an animal skin tent, extremely simple, with almost no furnishings. Only a piece of wood is lit in the center, emitting a dim and flickering light.

Everything here is primitive and ancient, filled with an indescribable flavor of backwardness.

At least in the world of cultivation, monks all use moonstones and flame beads for lighting, and most mortals also use various candles and oil lamps for lighting.

But here, people live in crude animal skin tents with rough sewing, and the lighting tools are only pieces of firewood. Even the clothes people wear and the soups they make are so crude and simple, and everything is so backward.

The tent was opened.

A man and a woman walked in. The man was tall, burly, and extremely strong. His muscles were like rocks, making him full of explosive power.

The woman is tall, with curvy curves, a pretty face, and a capable temperament.

Like the pretty little girl just now, the two of them were also wearing animal skins. The man was carrying a large bow with dark animal horns on his back, and the woman had a soft whip of animal sinew wrapped around her waist.

Obviously, both of them are armed men.

Seeing the two people, Chen Xi immediately knew that the Meng Wei and Mo Ya that the little girl was talking about were probably these two people.

"You're awake." Meng Wei strode forward and looked at Chen Xi who opened his eyes, a happy look appeared on his resolute and rough cheeks.

"Hmph! We have wasted so much food and medicinal materials. If we don't wake up, even if the priest blames me, I will have to kill him." Moya snorted coldly, but her eyes when looking at Chen Xi were full of hostility, without any concealment. His own disgust.

Chen Xi was stunned. He wanted to kill himself for food and medicinal materials

If it had been before, if he had heard this, he would have felt incredible. After all, a monk like him would not need food to satisfy his hunger. He could survive for a long time just by swallowing and swallowing spiritual energy. Even if he was injured, he would be almost No ordinary medicinal materials are used.

But now, looking at Moya's serious and solemn expression, he vaguely felt that perhaps for them, food and medicinal materials were related to survival and life. This made him feel more and more that the place where he appeared this time seemed to be similar to It's completely different from what I was familiar with in the past.

"That's enough, Moya!" Mengwei frowned and scolded Moya in a low voice.

Moya was indifferent, and the hostility on her face did not fade away at all. She was stubborn and stubborn.

This was the first meeting between Chen Xi, Meng Wei and Mo Ya. The atmosphere was awkward and far from pleasant.

Another seven days later.

Chen Xi had recovered some strength and could barely stand up, but the severe pain all over his body still existed, and the severe damage to his body had not improved at all.

The reason is simple. His world in the cave is gone, and his physical body lacks vitality and vitality, which is not enough for him to practice and recover.

The only thing that made him feel lucky was that the Cangwu seedling was still in his dantian, breathing in the power of the fairy spirit to repair his broken meridians and muscles bit by bit.

I believe that it won't be long before he can move normally, but his cultivation will be difficult to repair.

After all, the mixed cave world was exploded by Bing Shitian's punch and had long since shattered into pieces. This was equivalent to erasing his Dao foundation and making him unable to practice in a short period of time.

Unless, he can reshape Daoji and condense a new world of mixed holes.

Unfortunately, throughout the ages, after the Dao Foundation was destroyed, almost no monks could rebuild it again, and it is difficult to find such a precedent.

This is too difficult, because the Dao Foundation is the foundation for a monk to establish himself in the world. It is the foundation laid from the first step of practice. Once it is destroyed, it is not as easy to repair it as just talk.

"Bing Shi Tian!"

Chen Xi felt the condition of his body, his teeth were almost broken with hatred, and his face was as gloomy as water. All of this was a gift from Bing Shitian, and he would definitely repay it tenfold in the future!

Since his training, he has never hated someone so crazily. If Xiao Ding hadn't helped him at the last moment, he would have almost died on the spot.

"Destroy my Dao Foundation, just to think that I can get Xiu Yi back! Don't even think about it. As long as I live, I, Chen Xi, will definitely be able to reinvent myself and return to the Dao!"

There was a ruthless look in Chen Xi's eyes, and he was extremely tenacious. It was absolutely impossible for him to be discouraged and just accept his fate.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Xi tried to calm down, stood up and walked out of the tent.

During these days, he had already learned from Meng Wei that this place was called "Jiuyou" and it was a very unfamiliar area to him. Even the "Xuan Huan Jing" did not describe Jiuyou, and it was like a forgotten land. General.

As for Meng Wei and the others, they are the aborigines of the Jiuyou Land, and they call themselves the survivors of the Nine Nethers. Just from this title, Chen Xi can feel an unusual flavor.

Chen Xi did not learn more information.

He now only observed that Mengwei and the others were trekking day and night, as if they were going to a certain place. They traveled thousands of miles every day, leaving only a few hours to eat and rest.

Moreover, there are only eight or nine elite guards in this team, but children and teenagers make up the vast majority. They are on the road every day, as if they are fleeing.

At this time, this team had traveled all day and was stationed on a deserted rocky beach.

When Chen Xi walked out of the tent, he saw a group of teenagers and children practicing martial arts.

Meng Wei is responsible for teaching these little guys the skills. He is obviously the leader of this team. He is quite prestigious, brave and strong, and is deeply loved by others.

"Watch your steps. Before you learn to fly, your steps are the only thing you can use!"

"Power! How many times have I said that power must be condensed into one, emitted like thunder, and received like lightning. Only in this way can we cultivate to the state of sending and receiving freely!"

"Yes! That's it. You must remember that the purpose of all moves is to kill the enemy. It must be fast and ruthless. There must be no hesitation, otherwise, you may die!"

Chen Xi could tell at a glance that what Meng Wei taught was very basic content. Although his cultivation level was no longer there, his eyes were still very vicious.

Meng Wei should have very rich practical experience, and the basic contents he taught were quite solid and practical. Even Chen Xi felt that he had benefited a lot.

From the time he started practicing to this day, he had almost always figured it out on his own. It was rare for anyone to give him any tips, especially now that his cultivation level was no longer there. When Chen Xi listened to Meng Wei's explanations and teachings, he often seemed to gain something.

He even began to look at himself. He had practiced so many shocking Taoist techniques and mastered so many supreme magical powers, but each of his specialties was mixed and impure, and he could not exert his full power.

"Perhaps, I can also try to sort out the Taoism and magical powers, and abandon the tediousness. If I can integrate them and condense them into something of my own, the power should be even more powerful..."

Chen Xi is definitely a martial arts fanatic. As soon as this thought came to his mind, he immediately stood there and fell into deep thought.

"That's enough, Xiao Cen, come back! You are not allowed to send food or medicine to that waste in the future!"

A moment later, Chen Xi was suddenly awakened by a scolding. When he looked up, he saw Xiao Cen in the distance, holding a large bowl of hot soup in his hands, walking towards him.

Unfortunately, her thin body was stopped by Moya, whose face was full of anger.

"But, this is what Grandpa Priest ordered me to do. Besides, that big brother is so pitiful." Xiao Cen lowered his head and murmured weakly.

Snapped!

Moya raised her hand, smashed the medicine bowl, and shouted angrily: "That's enough! We have wasted too much food and medicinal materials. Do you want our people to go hungry? Do you want to get injured?" The tribesmen eventually died because they had no medicinal materials to treat them?”

Being scolded like this, Xiao Cen pursed his lips, his big eyes filled with tears, and he cried loudly.

"Moya, what are you doing!" Meng Wei rushed over, frowning and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Cen is still a child, how can you find your anger on her?"

The group of teenagers and young children practicing martial arts also gathered around and looked at the crying Xiao Cen and the sullen Mo Ya, all of them remained silent.

However, the eyes they looked at Chen Xi were full of hostility, as if they believed that it was precisely because of the appearance of this outsider that their Aunt Moya became so angry.

Chen Xi was startled, then walked over, squeezed through the crowd, bent down and hugged the sobbing Xiao Cen, patted her back gently, and said softly: "Xiao Cen, don't cry, be good."

(End of chapter)