Tick tock.

It seems that the sound of water droplets falling constantly lingers in the ears of the swordsman. The swordsman couldn't help but stretch out his hand and touch his cold face, and the place where he started was wet and full of water stains.

"It's raining?"

The swordsman suddenly came to his senses.

A bone got up and looked around, and the swordsman realized that he was sitting in a dark cave, the cave was very messy, and the top of the cave was dripping with water from time to time, and it seemed to be raining outside?

"Who attacked me?"

The swordsman muttered to himself.

His memory was still stuck in the time when the huge shadow that he could never escape weighed down, and then he passed out. For some reason, when he woke up again, he was unconscious in such a dilapidated cave.

"This is the golden ape?"

Suddenly, the swordsman's gaze stopped on a dilapidated monkey statue, although it was shabby, but the golden hair could be vaguely distinguished, and the swordsman recognized at a glance that this was the golden haired ape of Huaguo Mountain. When he was still in Huaguo Mountain, he was entrusted with the golden haired ape.

"Did I get beaten back to Huaguo Mountain again? But how did the golden ape become a statue?"

The swordsman hurriedly got up and wanted to take a look outside the cave to determine if this was Huaguo Mountain.

However, when he was holding the ground with his hand, the swordsman suddenly felt as if something was wrong, and he slowly turned his gaze from all directions back to his palm. He finally understood, monkey hair, his shaggy monkey hair was gone. In its place, he was dressed in a shirt that had not been seen for a long time.

Is this back again?

He had the experience of the last ancient era, so this time the swordsman did not panic in the slightest, and his heart was still worried about what the shadow that attacked him at the end was.

Walking to the entrance of the cave and looking out, the swordsman recognized that this was indeed still in Huaguo Mountain, and this was the cave he had found following his memory. I don't know how long it has been since this time, and whether the turmoil caused by the last time has subsided. It was still pouring rain outside, and the swordsman had no way to go out to inquire about the news, so he had to retreat to the depths of the cave to find a relatively clean place to sit down.

"Somersault clouds?

The swordsman tried to call twice.

But after waiting for a long time, there was nothing else in the empty cave but his own voice. There are no somersault clouds, and there are no wishful golden hoop sticks. The swordsman's heart was suddenly a little lost, he was used to the days when he had the Ruyi golden hoop stick in his hand, and now he suddenly lost it all of a sudden, making him very uncomfortable.

Listening to the sound of the rain outside, the swordsman took out a jar of wine and a few dishes from the tiger-shaped pendant and put them on the ground, in a daze.

Seeing those delicate side dishes, the swordsman's heart couldn't help but think of Xia'er again. He and Xia'er have only been together for half a year, originally he thought that after achieving a career, he and Xia'er would still get along for a long time, but he didn't expect that it was only half a year apart, and when they met again, they were already separated forever.

Xia'er's corpse was stored in the consciousness space of the swordsman by Praruo, and his current cultivation was not able to open the consciousness space, and Praruo also fell into a deep sleep because of the huge consumption of the battle with Huang Tian.

The swordsman pulled his hair in pain, all the people in Taoyuan Village were dead, and the real murderer Zhang Batian was still at large, which made him extremely annoyed in his heart. He tried his best to find this place by all means, just to improve his cultivation as soon as possible, and at the same time hoped to find a way to awaken Prajna.

By the way, the swordsman hurriedly put away his sad emotions when he thought of this, and began to calm down to check how his current cultivation was.

After a long time, the swordsman slowly opened his eyes, revealing a little confusion in his eyes. Now he can't understand his cultivation, he feels that his cultivation is a bit like he has broken through the Jindan period, but it seems that he is still in the foundation building period, and he is very vague and unclear. He found that his situation was very different from what was recorded in the sect texts.

"Well, when will I be able to attain the cultivation level of Prajna in its heyday?"

The swordsman sighed deeply.

The reason why he was so eager to improve his cultivation was not only because of his desire for great strength, but also because of a sentence that he said inadvertently in the cave of Penglai Immortal Island.

"Actually, she didn't really die. ”

At that time, the swordsman sat by the campfire, reminiscing about the moments they had together in front of Xia'er's corpse. Prajna suddenly said such a sentence in a strange tone.

It's just that when the swordsman asked Prajna again, she refused to say more. Although the swordsman didn't understand the meaning of Prajna's words, he also discovered the suspicion of Xia'er's death later.

For example, Xia'er's corpse showed no signs of wanting to decompose, and everything looked like it was alive except for the lack of breathing and heartbeat.

For another example, the space of the tiger-shaped pendant can theoretically store any dead object with a volume smaller than the space area, but the swordsman can't include Xia'er's corpse in it.

Maybe Xia'er really didn't die, she just fell into a strange state, and she only needed to meet certain conditions to be resurrected. Whatever this condition is, the swordsman needs to have enough strength to be able to consider those.

Thinking of this, the swordsman's desire for strength became more urgent.

Looking at the pouring rain outside, the swordsman sighed, took a sip of the drunken life and death brewed by Praruo himself, and ate another bite of the dish fried by Xia'er. These two people are the women with whom he has the deepest feelings, and he has to work hard to cultivate and improve himself in order to save them.

The heavy rain continued until the next day. The swordsman disguised himself and rushed to the nearby Ao Lai Kingdom to inquire about the news of this time. It's still the same Aolai tavern, and it's still the same location as the last time, and the swordsman listens to the conversation of the drinkers with his ears sideways while drinking.

Sure enough, the tavern did not disappoint him, and the most talked about in the tavern was really the entanglement between the swordsman and the Dragon Palace. However, to the surprise of the swordsman, it was only seven days since the battle of the dragon palace ambush and the swordsman, which was a bit different from the time he imagined.

The swordsman carefully listened to the reactions of the various sects after the ambush in the mouths of the people, and there seemed to be no news unfavorable to him. It also made him breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

There was such a big turmoil, and the swordsman was really worried that he would become a thorn in the side of all sects, and if he really got to that point, he would really be unable to move an inch.