As soon as the words fell, a dull look appeared in the eyes of the foreign cultivator, as if they were the dullness of death. Shangguan Yeling walked past him and slowly walked towards the place where Liu Xun fainted. As for the foreign cultivator behind her, she never looked at him again from beginning to end.
When Shangguan Yeling's figure disappeared, the body of the foreign cultivator exploded, and blood mist fell from the air. A breeze blew by, and except for the faint smell of blood carried away by the breeze, there was nothing left here, only nothingness.
When Shangguan Ye Ling came to Liu Xun, a complex expression appeared in her eyes. She slowly helped him up and said, "You are so weak, but you still want to show off. Should I say you are stupid? Or blind?"
At this point, Shangguan Ye Ling sighed, and then continued: "The word fate is no less important than the Tao. I don't know if our meeting is destiny."
Three days later, in the endless primeval forest, there was an open area of about 100 meters. In the middle of the area there was a simple house. In the house, there was a woman in white who was boiling medicine and an unconscious man lying on a wooden bed.
The man was Liu Xun. He slowly opened his eyes and immediately felt a sharp pain in his head. The back of the head is a fatal point for humans. Even an ordinary punch would not be painful, let alone being hit by a land-robbing monk.
He shook his head vigorously to make himself more awake, and then looked outside. When he saw the familiar figure, Liu Xun was stunned, with a complex and puzzled look in his eyes, and then he said: "You saved me?"
When the water in the medicine pot boiled, Shangguan Ye Ling slowly put it on the ground, poured it into a bowl, and then brought it to Liu Xun, saying, "Young Master, it's time to take the medicine."
Liu Xun took the medicine bowl and drank it in one gulp, not caring about the hotness of the medicine. Then he looked at Shangguan Ye Ling and said, "Are you a cultivator?"
Shangguan Ye Ling put away the medicine bowl, looked at Liu Xun with a smile in her eyes, then smiled calmly and said, "Is this important?"
Liu Xun heard this, shook his head and smiled, stretched his stiff neck, and chuckled: "It's not important."
Everyone has their own story and their own thoughts. If they don't want to talk about it, why ask? For example, Shangguan Yeling never asked about her origins and why she was injured.
"I never thought that the person a year ago was you, you know? According to the rumors among the monks nowadays, you have become a god." Seeing that Liu Xun stopped talking, Shangguan Yeling poured two cups of tea and handed one to Liu Xun.
"Ah?" Liu Xun was puzzled when he heard this, but when he thought of the red wanted order, he shook his head and sighed. It seemed that Shangguan Ye Ling already knew his identity, but it didn't matter. Anyway, she wouldn't harm him. Otherwise, why would she save him again and again? Taking a deep breath, Liu Xun straightened his mind and said with a smile: "I would like to hear the details."
Shangguan Ye Ling took a sip of tea, her eyes full of spirit moved, and she said, "After the battle ended a year ago, within two months, the foreign land issued a wanted order. I think you should already know what that wanted order means."
Liu Xun nodded and did not interrupt Shangguan Yeling's words, because he already knew these things from the memories of foreign cultivators.
"The war ended and the treaty was signed, but the two sides continued to fight privately. Monks and civilians died almost every day, and the foreign lands used the young master's incident as an excuse. They said they wanted to arrest the young master to commemorate the souls of their dead people."
"At that time, in the five regions of China, whether it was Zhongzhou or Dongtu, or the more remote Western Desert, Southern Wasteland, and Northern Ocean, almost every major city was covered with wanted warrants for the young master. The young master's reputation was so famous that he instantly overwhelmed all the outstanding people in China and foreign regions."
"But after searching for nearly a year, they still couldn't find the young master, so they thought he must have died in the war. After all, with such a blanket search, no one could escape, unless he was already the Supreme, or had hidden in some world that could not be discovered by the outside world."
When Shangguan Ye Ling said this, Liu Xun couldn't help but nod secretly. In the year after the end of the war, he had been staying in the ancient bronze palace. The ancient bronze palace was left by Netherworld, and it could also be regarded as a world opened up by Netherworld himself. In addition, the Southern Region had become a wasteland, so it would naturally not be easily discovered by foreigners.
"But within this year, the foreign lands and China have been fighting privately. The heroes of each race fought against each other, and the monks fought against each other. But it must be said that the monks of the foreign lands are indeed stronger than the Chinese monks. Except for a few heroes, China was almost completely defeated."
"But people always compete with each other. Just when they were discouraged, public opinion came out. The monks who participated in the battle of Yixiantian back then remembered the young master, so they took out the title of the young master as the last layer of dignity for contemporary Chinese monks, and even described the young master as a god."
"For example, in the battle of Yixiantian, the young master fought against millions of cultivators from a foreign land alone, using his cultivation from the robbery land to fight against the robbery and gain eternal life! Another example is that his cultivation skyrocketed and he fought against the supreme being..."
At this point, Shangguan Ye Ling smiled gently, took a sip of tea, and then said: "They should think that the young master has fallen, but the new generation of cultivators all regard the young master as their idol."
As Liu Xun finished speaking, his face became more and more ugly. If he came back, wouldn't he be killed instantly by those heroes from foreign lands? The problem was that being killed instantly was not a big deal, but this Chinese cultivator made him sound so amazing. Wasn't this a discredit to China
Shangguan Ye Ling seemed to see through Liu Xun's thoughts and chuckled, "Young Master, you don't need to pay special attention to these. Shangguan believes that with your qualifications and talents, you should soon catch up with the contemporary geniuses. The most important thing is, don't you have that kind of magical power?"
Liu Xun picked up the tea and drank it in one gulp. After a moment of silence, he said, "Miss, do you want me to do it step by step?"
Shangguan Ye Ling smiled, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, pointed at Liu Xun's teacup and said, "This is not how you drink tea. If you do this, you won't be able to taste its original flavor. In this sense, the road is also walked step by step, and a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step! Everything starts from the beginning, isn't it?"
After Shangguan Ye Ling finished speaking, Liu Xun nodded, and immediately poured himself another cup of tea. Then he took a sip, closed his eyes, and savored the light fragrance and bitterness of the tea. (To be continued)