But he was also delirious, he only knew that he had to go back, towards the fortress, and he had to fight again, where there were his students, Niuniu, Xiaohu, Da Zhuang, and amiable villagers, who had lived here for three years, and he really regarded these villagers as intimacy, and he couldn't fall yet. Covered in blood, he carried the magic sword, stationed on the ground with the magic sword, and walked forward slowly. But his injuries were too severe, he was already exhausted after one charge after another, and in addition to the fact that it was another fierce battle of parity, his injuries worsened, and it was already a miracle that he could go so far.

The rain was still falling, and a figure was constantly walking in the rain, and his consciousness was getting more and more blurred. His steps faltered, and the blood that spat out of his mouth was washed away by the heavy rain, leaving a trail of blood behind him, which followed the rain.

There was only one thought in his mind, he only knew that he had to go back, towards the fortress, and he had to fight again, there were his students, Niu Niu, Xiaohu, Da Zhuang, and amiable villagers, who had lived here for three years, and he really regarded these villagers as intimacy, and he couldn't fall yet. Covered in blood, he carried the magic sword, stationed on the ground with the magic sword, and walked forward slowly. But his injuries were too severe, he was already exhausted after one charge after another, and in addition to the fact that it was another fierce battle of parity, his injuries worsened, and it was already a miracle that he could go so far.

His eyelids were falling, and he walked for miles with great will, and after all, his strength was exhausted, and he fell into the mire, and he did not know until he passed out in a coma, and the direction he was walking was diametrically opposite to the direction of the fortress. The man covered in blood fell, clutching a long sword in his hand, living with it and dying with it.

The rain was pouring down, perhaps because the heavens felt that they owed it to this clan, and did not let him die violently in the wilderness, and in the vast rain, a caravan appeared here.

"There was a man there. The groom, pointing to the man who had fallen in the mire, came to a larger carriage and reported to the owner of the caravan.

Opening the car window, a middle-aged man followed the direction pointed by the groom and vaguely saw a figure. The middle-aged man was dressed in Central Plains clothes, frowned, and said, "What are you still doing in a daze, you haven't rescued people yet." ”

"But, the head of the family, it would be inappropriate to rescue such a person of unknown origin in this vast grassland. One of the guards walked up and said.

"What's wrong? Saving someone's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, so don't go quickly. The middle-aged man shouted.

"Yes. The guard nodded, and called a few men forward to lift up the man who had fallen in the mire.

A group of mothers and sons who heard the movement in the carriage woke up and were shocked to see the young men carried back by several guards. It was a white-haired man, his face was extremely pale, he was covered in scars, he was bleeding, and he held a sword tightly in his hand, and he did not let go. The woman covered the boy's eyes and didn't let him look, after all, the white-haired young man was heart-wrenching.

"Master, look at this person's dress, he is from our Central Plains, how could he be so seriously injured. The woman asked.

"I don't know. The middle-aged man sighed and said, "Carry him to the accompanying doctor for treatment." ”

The guards didn't dare to say much, and immediately carried them to another carriage, and the guards who stayed behind were very experienced in pointing out the origin of the injuries on the white-haired young man's body, and said: "Looking at the injuries on this person's body, it is obvious that they are all on the knife, and besides, after a fierce battle, he has faced many people. ”

"It's not against a man, it's because he's at war with the barbarians. The middle-aged man said in shock.

"I think yes, the knife wounds on his body are different from those of any faction in the Central Plains. The knife wound was smooth, the wound was semicircular, and with such a gorgeous knife wound, it was obvious that he had fought with the barbarian cavalry, and only the sword of the barbarian army would have such a scar. The guard said.

"Barbarian cavalry, it seems that he is a hot-blooded man. The woman's face showed sadness, and said: "I hope the Bodhisattva can bless him to survive the danger, over the years, the barbarians have repeatedly violated our Dayan border, and many knights have fallen under the iron hooves of the barbarian cavalry in order to escort the people." ”

"Madam, I see it difficult," the guard sighed, "this man has a lot of injuries, and his internal organs are also seriously injured, I don't know if he will survive until tomorrow." ”

"We will do our best to obey the fate of heaven and ask the doctor to give the best medicine for the wounds. The middle-aged man commanded: "If he can survive until tomorrow." The female bodhisattva of Guanyin Temple may be able to save his life. ”

The guards were ordered to leave.

"Thank you, sir. After the escort left, the woman held the middle-aged man's arm and said affectionately.

"You and I are husband and wife, so why say thank you. Besides, I just want to accumulate more yin virtues for our child, and hope that he can grow up safely. The middle-aged man looked at the little boy who was sleeping again, and the soft color in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

"It's hard for you, for me and the child. "The woman is endlessly soft.

The caravan set off again, and the heavy rain covered the love words in the carriage.

The caravan braved the rain and finally reached their destination when the rain stopped and the first rays of sunlight appeared in the sky. This is a small city, and there are many people in the city, all of whom come to rest here by passing caravans. Originally, the Central Plains people and barbarians were incompatible, but there was an unexpected harmony here.

And outside a temple, several people looked very embarrassed, all covered with sludge, hurriedly carrying a white-haired young man towards the temple, the white-haired young man was also sludge, he couldn't see his face clearly, his injuries were too serious, the caravan's casual doctor couldn't do anything at all, but fortunately, on the road of endless people, they came to a temple.

The temple is home to a female bodhisattva who is highly skilled in medicine and often heals people who come and go to the injured. The temple is not very big, but the incense is constantly burning, and the Sanskrit sound is bursting. The people in the temple were all women, and when they saw the wounded person who had been delivered, they arranged for someone to send him to a side room, and the caravan that had brought the wounded person to the temple man and then left.

Blood and sludge could not hide it, and the weak breath and heavy injuries of the injured man made the monks of the temple helpless, and decided to inform the woman with excellent medical skills.

The woman who came in a hurry was dressed in white like snow, and the woman's face was covered with a veil, and she couldn't see her whole picture clearly. Her body is delicate and slender, like a fairy jade carefully carved, her temperament is cold and gorgeous, like snow skin, like frost, but it does not give people the feeling of being rejected thousands of miles away, but has an extra kind of divine beauty.

The man on the bed breathed a breath, but it was more difficult than the other, and even though the injury was so severe, there was no pain on his face. As the sludge was wiped clean, revealing her familiar face, the female Bodhisattva stood in the doorway in amazement, and then walked in.

The nun who was in charge of wiping the mud from the white-haired young man spotted her, and was about to greet her. The woman waved her hand and slowly approached the bed, her words trembling, and said, "You all go out! I will take care of this person myself." ”

"Jade girl, this person is seriously injured, why don't we help you. Besides, you haven't become a monk yet, so wouldn't it be inappropriate for a lonely man and a widow to get along? A nun said.

"No, I'm familiar with him, let's go out first!" said the woman in white with a wave of tears.

"And we went down, and when there was anything to call us. Seeing that she insisted, several female nuns did not persevere, turned around and closed the door and left.

The room fell into silence, there was no one, and the tears in the beautiful eyes of the woman in white were like a river in an instant, and they couldn't stop flowing down. Drops of clear tears fell on the cheeks of the white-haired young man, if Zhang Kaifeng could open his eyes, he would be very surprised, because the beauty in front of him was extremely familiar to him. This woman is the long-disappeared Jade Heart, who never heard from her after he sent her out of the capital, and never imagined that she had come to the grassland.

When she left Dayan, it was because she wanted to find a higher cultivation method, she traveled all over the ancient temples in Dayan, but she couldn't find the legendary heart** decision, so she left Dayan in desperation to come to the grassland. Inadvertently came to this temple, found the long-sought heart ** decision, let her ecstatic, the abbot here is very good, see that she has a Buddha in her heart, immediately take her here, teach her heart ** decision, let her solve the hidden dangers in her body. After getting the heart-** decision, she decided to devote herself to cultivation, thinking that one day she would see him again.

But four years ago, she went out to the doctor and finally heard from him. But it was bad news, the Central Plains Demon Sword Zhang Kaifeng was defeated in a fierce battle with the major factions, and finally fell to the Burial Palace.

She thought he was dead and disheartened, and during that time she always thought that if she hadn't left him, maybe the outcome would have been different. Now hope reappeared, he appeared in front of her, so close, but it was another life and death, although his external injuries stopped the blood, but the internal injuries were very serious.

"I'm finally seeing you again, Kaifeng. Yuxin removed the veil, and it was still the most beautiful cheek, which she had worn since she thought he was dead.

"I'm not going to let you die. Yuxin made up her mind.

Helping Zhang Kaifeng up, Yuxin began to exercise, and a soft light emanated from his palms, slowly sticking to his back, and the true qi entered Zhang Kaifeng's body.

The rolling true qi was like a body, Zhang Kaifeng let out a muffled snort in his mouth, and the jade heart true qi entered his body, and he felt his extremely weak heart vein, like a candle flame in the wind. And his internal organs are also very serious, already cracked.

If you want to protect the weak heart vein, you can only consume a large amount of true qi. Yuxin did not hesitate, and urged his skills again, and the majestic true yuan was infused into Zhang Kaifeng's body.

The room was silent, and I saw more and more sweat dripping from Yuxin's forehead, although she was in the realm of transforming gods, but it was beyond her reach to output so many true elements for a long time.

But the worse happened, Zhang Kaifeng, who was seriously injured and almost died, was much more seriously injured than expected. Although the jade heart is a cultivator of the Divine Realm, after all, the inner element is limited, and it will soon be unable to support it. When the true yuan was reduced in an instant, the true yuan in Zhang Kaifeng's body instantly rioted, causing him to let out a muffled snort, and the seven orifices suddenly bled out.

"Kai Feng. Yuxin exclaimed, the sweat on her forehead was dripping, but she couldn't retract her palms at this moment, and was about to desperately convey her true qi.

"You're going to die, hey! A soft voice sounded, and immediately, a female nun walked in, and put her palm on Yuxin's back, and a soft inner yuan filled her body.

"Master Abbot. "Jade Heart surprise.

"Hmm!" the hostess nodded, and as soon as Zhenyuan turned, the majestic Zhenyuan rushed out. stabilized the chaotic true qi in Zhang Kaifeng's body, and after pouring in the majestic true qi, a soft true qi began to repair the internal organs and stabilize the injury.

After two hours, the two of them took over, and the hostess was okay, and her skills were profound. And Yuxin is different, she has only turned into a god realm, and two hours almost made her collapse.

"Are you alright?" asked the abbot.

"It's fine. Yuxin's face was a little pale, and there was too much power to lose.

"You better go back and rest, this donor's injury has stabilized. The hostess said.

"Abbot, I'm not tired, just let me stay here!" Yuxin wiped the sweat from his face and said sincerely.

"Okay, but don't be reckless, this donor's injury has stabilized. However, his injuries were very serious, although the knife wounds on his body were not enough to be fatal, but he had missed the best time to rescue, he had lost too much blood, and whether he could survive or not depended on his creation. The hostess sighed and said.

"He'll get through it. Unexpectedly, Yuxin did not lose hope, and she believed that he would wake up again.

"I hope so!" The hostess showed a complicated look in her eyes, this woman is very wise, if she is willing to devote herself to cultivation, she may be able to reach that level, but it is a pity that this white-haired young man appeared.

But there were two meanings in her words, maybe the man couldn't have woken up, but she didn't break it. In the turbulent times, the red dust is hard to break, and she didn't escape into the empty door after experiencing a period of life and death.

There were only two people left in the room again, one lying on the bed with his eyes closed, breathing more evenly, and his frowning brow loosened slightly. The woman sat on the edge of his bed, supporting her delicate chin, her beautiful eyes never left his face, four years, four whole years, in her boring cultivation, the figure of the longitudinal sword always lingered in her heart. His eyebrows were as straight as sharp swords, and if those closed eyes were opened, they would surely see a look of surprise in his eyes, and the corners of her mouth were slightly scratched.

With a turn of his eyes, his gaze fell on the white hair, Yuxin's heart was very painful, how high-spirited the man used to be, and he dared to face the world alone with a sword. How did he survive from the Burial Palace, how did this white hair come about, and how did he live with this.

It's just that the young man on the bed can't answer her question now.