The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 83: Difficult to travel

"I have seen a lot of dead people, so my judgment cannot be wrong."

Over the winter, he looked at him and said, "You are really going to die."

Jing Jiu said: "I know."

He was seriously injured, his internal organs were severed, and his blood was gone. Even the precious elixir would be difficult to save, unless he could get an immortal urn.

Winter said: "Before you die, can you tell me who you are?"

Jing Jiu said: "You have seen me."

Over the winter, he said: "Even if you are Jingyang's disciple, you can't be so good."

Being able to take her away from the sword of Xihai Sword God is not something that so-called young geniuses can do.

If this incident spreads out, it will inevitably shake the entire Chaotianda 6, or no one will believe it.

Over the winter, I don't believe that he is just the Qingshan disciple named Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu did not answer her question.

Because of the excessive blood loss, there is no blood on his face now, but his eyebrows are still perfect, the less he looks like a real person, like a jade sculpture.

When the West Sea Sword God lay in the sea, he felt similar.

"I suggest that you turn into a sword ghost. You may end up in a mess, but you can always live longer."

The proposal for the winter seems to be very simple, but it reveals that her knowledge and Taoism are unimaginable.

Jing Jiu has no way to turn himself into a sword demon again. If he wants to survive, he needs to use other methods, and said, "Lend me your thread."

When I heard this, my eyes were cold during the winter, and he asked: "Who are you?"

Jing Jiu still did not answer, slowly raising his right hand and extending his index finger.

Over the winter watching him silent for a moment, he also stretched out a finger.

Two fingers met in the sea breeze.

One touch is to split.

But I can't really distinguish it.

A very thin, sticky thread appeared between the **** that gradually separated.

This thin silk thread is transparent, freezes with the wind, and moves slightly in the wind, making it extremely tough.

Under the sunshine, the silk thread shone like gold and jade, but it was very light.

The filaments came out of the fingertips during the winter.

The picture looks like a spring silkworm spinning silk.

The black iron sword appeared, hanging quietly on the beach, where the shoulders of the two people touched.

Jing Jiu glued the very thin wire to the edge of the iron sword.

Iron Sword brought the silk to his abdomen, trembling slightly.

I don't understand what he is doing during the winter.

The iron sword actually moves in a very small range, but because it is too fast, it looks like it is shaking.

It didn't take long for Tie Jian to take the very thin silk to another place in Jing Jiu's abdomen.

"I am working on the skin and flesh behind the seam. At this time, I am repairing the crack in the vertebrae."

Jing Jiu explained.

I couldn't sit up during the winter, and I couldn't see the picture there. I just thought it was too absurd.

If this is the case, her own silk was sewn into the body by this man, and she felt even more weird.

Sky silk is the thinnest and toughest silk thread in the world, and it is perfect for suture wounds.

Except for the winter and the white morning, no one can find so many silkworms.

The iron sword was moving high in Jing Jiu's abdomen with the silkworm silk, stitching them up continuously.

After dozens of breaths, the crack on the vertebrae was repaired, and the iron sword moved to another place and began to suture the internal organs.

Of course, it is not only the internal organs themselves that need to be sutured, but also the mucous membranes and blood vessels on the surface, requiring more precision and detail.

But the iron sword's speed hasn't slowed down, but faster, bringing the afterimage of the debut.

"How do you feel faster?" asked over the winter.

Jing Jiu said: "Repairing the bones seems simple, but it is actually troublesome. The gray-white fibers inside are very thin, and my bones are very hard."

Winter said: "Have you done something similar before?"

Jing Jiu said: "Researched."

Just as they were talking, the Iron Sword sutured two amputated intestines and began to suture the other.

After suturing the internal organs, it is the muscles and finally the skin.

The sea breeze is blowing the setting sun, and time is passing by.

I don't know how long it took, but the iron sword ended its trembling and hung quietly in front of the two people.

The golden and jade-like sky silk breaks with the wind and collects into the fingertips.

Looking at his abdomen over the winter, it was as smooth as usual, but there was an extra thin line of blood, no other problems could be seen.

"You should be a doctor in your craft."

Jing Jiu said: "The main reason is that the sword from the west is fast enough."

The sword light from more than ten miles away is too sharp, so the wound is so smooth and smooth.

If the wound is a mess, like this beach, it will be a lot of trouble to deal with.

Of course, there are very few things in this world that can cut off his body.

Over the winter, he noticed that he called the Sword God Xihai as Xilai.

There are too many questions like this.

"Is that all right?" she asked.

Jing Jiu said, "No, it's just stitched together. Next, let them grow by themselves. It will take a long time, but I won't die."

Winter said: "Then, now it's my turn to die."

What she suffered was not an external injury, but a fatal internal injury.

In order to ensure that she could kill the Sword God Xihai, she was very close to him when she shot, and the damage she suffered was naturally extremely heavy.

The sword of the Sword God Xihai directly cut off three of her Dao veins.

At this time, her body seemed to be intact, but in fact she was completely unable to move below the neck, like a paralyzed patient, and her vitality was gradually dissipating.

Even if Jing Jiu's iron sword can sew the smallest wounds, there is no way to heal her injuries.

"You will not die."

After Jing Jiu said this sentence, he felt that this scene and this conversation seemed to have been born.

A few years ago, or hundreds of years ago.

Over the winter, he glanced at him and said, "Really?"

After saying this, she closed her eyes and started to rest.

The setting sun is more slanting, the sunset is more beautiful, and the sea seems to be burning. There are more and more dead fish floating in from a distance, attracting more seabirds, falling to the surface of the sea, and then flying up again, making noisy calls, looking from a distance, it looks like countless sparks.

Jing Jiu turned his head and looked at her face.

Closed eyes are like two lines, eyelashes that are neither long nor short are more lines, the mouth is a line, and the bridge of the nose is also a line.

This is an ordinary face, different from her before.

She couldn't be said to be peerlessly beautiful back then, but she can be called eye-catching. Whether it is in the raging river of Black Mountain or in the prosperous world, she can remember with just a glance.

However, no matter which she is, he has never understood him anyway, just as she should have never understood him.

"Your realm is not as good as the current me, but you want to kill Xilai. What are you thinking about? You have been stagnant in the sky-reaching realm for hundreds of years, and you have not been able to break through. After I soared, I finally decided to use the most dangerous The method is to break out of the cocoon and degenerate into a new life... Then why do you still have to live like before, delaying your practice for these unimportant things, wasting your time, or even giving up your life? Pei Bai is the time Days are running out, how about you?"

Jing Jiu looked at her face, thinking about these questions.

The night is gradually approaching, and the sky is full of stars, illuminating the beach.

Opening my eyes for the winter, it is very bright against the stars.

The stars in the water are the stars in the sky.

What is the person in front of you?

She looked at Jing Jiu quietly, without speaking.

Jing Jiu didn't speak either. He thought it was very good. Unlike many years ago, she kept talking about the truth, which was very annoying.

I don't know how long it has been, and the eyelashes moved slightly during the winter, and he said: "You said I won't die."

Jing Jiu said: "Yes."

Winter said: "Then why do I think you are looking at a dead person."

Or someone who should have died.

The corners of Jing Jiu's lips slowly curled up, forming a nice arc, and answered with a polite smile.

"Your face is really good-looking, but don't use it as a weapon against me. The concept of good-looking is just a choice for better blood in the continuation of life..."

Winter said: "And I am not interested in these things."

Jing Jiu thinks what she said makes sense, but is not interested.

He doesn't like to listen to reason, and he doesn't like to reason. He only said something to Zhao Layue.

And he had heard Dong say similar things many years ago. Those were annoying memories that he wanted to forget.

He just wanted to come to see her, not ready to meet. He didn't expect that the situation forced him to meet, and he was so close, right in front of him.

What to do? Jing Jiu closed his eyes directly.

I didn't expect him to react like this during the winter.

She looked at Jing Jiu's face and suddenly came to a conclusion.

——Although I am not interested in those things, a good-looking face is indeed more pleasant than an ugly face.

Neither Taoism nor Zen will completely obliterate those things in the deepest part of life. Forgetfulness is not ruthless, otherwise it will become inhuman.

She understands this truth better than anyone else and can naturally accept it easily, so she just looked at Jing Jiu's face like this for a long time.

The stars are quiet and eternal, but they change light and dark with time, and when the morning light is getting stronger, they quietly disappear.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes and woke up.

He used his sword to observe himself, and confirmed that there was no problem with the internal organs stitched in his body.

Then he looked at his toes and tried to move, and he found that the thumb of his right foot was able to bounce automatically.

Overnight, the gray wisps in the vertebrae are finally connected. This is the most important thing.

He slowly retracted his right leg, moving slowly and awkwardly, very stiff, like a puppet imitating a human.

The right leg was bent, and the sole of his foot was on the beach. He slowly turned around, dropped his palm, supported his body, and got up inch by inch.

His movements are so slow, the picture looks like it has slowed down dozens of times.

Winter said: "You are like a chameleon."

Jing Jiu ignored her, still doing her own movements intently, until she finally turned into a sitting posture.

This simple gesture made his face paler and frowned slightly.

It must be the most extreme pain to make his expression change.

When stitching up the wound yesterday, he closed his six senses with the Zen of Guocheng Temple.

He encountered a thunderstorm when he broke through to the realm of Chengyi at the summit of Shenmo Peak, and he used this method to avoid being stunned by thunder.

But closing the six senses will have a serious impact on the repair and regeneration of internal organs, muscles and even meridians.

If Jing Jiu wants to recover as soon as possible, he can only give up and survive by will.

Fortunately, for things like will, he never lacks.

He took a deep breath of the brackish sea breeze, confirmed that the sutures of the internal organs were not cracked, and his face was slightly better. The palm of his hand fell on his wintering head and stroked it twice.

For the winter, keep your eyes open and ask: "What are you going to do?"

Jing Jiu raised his palm.

Countless threads of extremely thin threads were torn out by his palms, fluttering softly in the sea breeze, shining beautiful luster.

These silk threads are also sky silk, but I don’t know how they can be pulled out of the winter body.

"You like to run around, so you have to tie you up first."

The sky silk in Jing Jiu's hand was wrapped around the winter body, as if wrapped in cloth.

Wintering naturally knew that he didn't mean that, and said: "I heard that you used this method to save Bai Zao when you were in a snowy field."

Jing Jiu said, "Yes, but this won't save you."

The realm of Xihai Sword God is countless times higher than that of Luo Huainan who attacked Bai earlier.

Injuries over the winter are countless times heavier than the original Bai.

The secret method of meditation in Tiansi Cocoon and Shuiyue'an can only stabilize her injury, but there is no way to heal it.

Over the winter, staring into his eyes and said: "Who are you? Jing Yang actually left you all the Danzhu Ancient Sutra...Are you a descendant of him and Nan Wang?"

Jing Jiu thought it was still so troublesome, so he shouldn't come. He naturally wouldn't answer her words, lowered his head and continued his hand movements, wrapping the silk thread around her body. The wrapping became thicker and higher and higher. After passing the chest and neck, he reached the face.

"If you want to stop my mouth by the way, you can try."

The look in the winter's eyes became calm and terrifying.

She didn't have the catchphrase of Qingshan disciple, and her tone was very calm.

But Chaotianda 6 must have her place in the top three with the largest number of personal murders in the history of Chaotianda 6, so her threats must be more real and more powerful.

Jing Jiu thought for a while, changed his original plan, and wrapped the sky silk around her face.

It didn't take long for a large cocoon to appear on the beach.

The winter face is exposed, like a baby in a swaddle.

Very cute.

Jing Jiu wrapped the sky silk back to her waist, tied a buckle there, and then tied the other end to his wrist, then summoned the iron sword and stood up with difficulty.

His face is pale again, and his eyebrows are frowned.

He carried the winter to the woods behind the beach.

To be more precise, it's not walking, but moving.

Fortunately, the position of his tie line is very precise, and the balance of the cocoon is perfect, without affecting walking.

In the evening, he finally walked out of the woods.

About two or three miles away.

The newly-changed cloth was wet again by the oozing blood.

Jing Jiu has adapted to this degree of pain, and no longer frowns, but the degree can't get faster.

At this time, he couldn't even control the sword, let alone use the Netherworld Immortal Sword, he could only move his body slowly with his feet.

Outside the woods is a dirt road~IndoMTL.com~The road is rugged, and the wheel and ox-footprints have faded away. It seems that few people come here on weekdays.

Jing Jiu carried the winter and walked slowly into the distance.

He remembered the journey when he left the small mountain village with Liu Shisui and returned to Qingshan with Master Mo. He didn't understand why he thought he was walking well at the time.

Then he began to miss the carriage of Gu's family.

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