"Let your people be honest. ”

After Ah Zhe said this, he ignored the Holy Sword Sect monk, turned around, passed through the heavy armor, and entered the commander's mansion.

The sword cultivator who had broken his hamstring opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word, and he didn't know whether he didn't dare, or he didn't know what to say.

Since Yun Mo and Gu Sect joined forces, the mirror illusion was transmitted here, so this swampy new city fell into unprecedented turmoil, but soon, this turmoil was suppressed by the Sword Dao Sect with force.

In the new city, there are still thousands of corpses belonging to the Confucian Daozun Palace that have not yet been disposed of.

Tens of thousands of Confucianism, Taoism, and Zungong disciples were imprisoned.

The righteous path coalition army of the Shiwei Realm against the Gu Gate had civil strife in the fortress of this frontline.

Whoever it was didn't expect to happen.

If he were to be someone else, such as the previous Kendo Sect Master, I am afraid that he would be driven out of the position of Sect Master by the gangsters of the Kendo Sect.

But Yun Mo's prestige in the Sword Dao Sect was too heavy, and almost all people would blindly worship and follow him, so even if he joined forces with the Gu Sect, the disciples and elders of the Sword Dao Sect would not stand up against him.

After all, in the past few years, the great battles again and again, the Jedi counterattacks again and again, and the rise of the Kendo Sect from an emerging force to the number one sect in the Decline Realm, all things were because of Yun Mo.

In the Kendo Sect, Yun Mo can be said to have supreme prestige and power.

It can even be said that he is a kendo sect.

The icy autumn rain was still falling, the Holy Sword Sect monk stood up from the ground, looked up at the gloomy sky, the autumn rain fell on his face, with the coldness of autumn and the slaughter of the autumn equinox, he subconsciously shivered and sighed.

Holding the long sword in one hand and the scabbard in the other, his legs, which had broken his hamstrings, were dragged to the ground, and he moved with difficulty in the direction of the Holy Sword Gate's station.

"This world, after all, has changed," this sword cultivator who had lived in the Holy Sword Sect for more than a hundred years let out the turbid breath in his heart and sighed, "My old fellow can't understand it." ”

The commander's mansion was filled with the smell of medicine and blood, Ah Zhe walked through the courtyard, came to a small building, and happened to meet a sword cultivator who was blasted out, and a woman in white plain clothes reprimanded with a straight face, "This time the blood grass will be fried for two hours, and the pit viper gall will be boiled with the three flavors, and the three bowls of water will be boiled into one bowl, this is ......."

The more the woman spoke, the more angry she became, she smashed the stove in her hand to the side, the hot potion splashed everywhere, and pointed at the sword cultivator's nose and scolded: "I said that I will come to the Snow Flower Holy Land, you rough men, you can't fry a medicine, what else can you do except dance and sword?!"

That sword cultivator said solemnly: "The matter of boiling medicine is related to the comfort of the sect master's life, how can you borrow the hands of others?!"

But having said that, it is obviously a little lacking in confidence.

"Others?" the woman snorted and said sarcastically, "You still treat us as outsiders? If it weren't for the sake of saving your sect master, my palace master would have traveled thousands of miles to run this trip? You would have stayed here for a day and a night? You people who have no conscience still treat us as outsiders?!"

The sword cultivator's face turned red, but he couldn't say a complete sentence, even if he was justified in the face of the little beauty, he couldn't be strong, not to mention that he didn't have any reason.

Ah Zhe coughed lightly, stepped forward, and said, "It's our negligence, since that's the case, the matter of boiling medicine will trouble the girl." ”

The woman obviously recognized Ah Zhe, glanced at him, then turned around and walked into the small building, and ordered the left and right to decoct the medicine.

The sword cultivator glanced at Ah Zhe before he opened his mouth, and then heard Ah Zhe say, "Senior Brother Lu, it's okay, there are thousands of palace masters here, and there will be no accidents." ”

The sword cultivator wanted to speak and stopped, but finally nodded. Ah Zhe said: "You have worked hard in the past two days, go back and rest, there is a guard camp here, and there is no mistake." ”

After the man left, Ah Zhe leaned against the wall of the door, holding his long sword, his eyes half-squinted.

It seems that he is dozing off, but in fact, with the Commander's Mansion as the center, the wind and grass within a radius of ten miles are under the investigation of his divine sense.

In the small building, Xue Qianqian helped Yun Mo up and picked up the bowl to feed the medicine, but the pale-faced Yun Mo only took a sip and coughed violently, and a mouthful of black blood was in the medicine bowl.

Xue Qianqian put the medicine bowl aside without changing color, wiped the blood and potion from the corner of Yun Mo's mouth, and then wiped the medicine off his hand, gently patting Yun Mo's back.

Yun Mo smiled apologetically.

"It's fine. Xue Qianqian said, picked up another bowl of medicinal soup, and gently let Yun Mo take it.

After Yun Mo lay on the bed, he injected a wisp of divine consciousness into Yun Mo's body and checked his injuries for him.

After a while, she slowly opened her eyes, frowning but unable to stretch her brows, "Before, you had old injuries in your body, and after another battle, the Nine Heavens Xuanhuo and Xuanming True Water injured the foundation of your body, and the weight of thousands of meteorites beyond your limit damaged most of the internal organs and bones in your body. To be honest, even if you are in the realm of half-immortals, if you want to recover, it is not a matter of one or two days. ”

Yiye Doll squatted on Yun Mo's quilt and asked while eating spiritual grass, "It's not a day or two, it's a few days?"

Yun Mo glared at Yiye Doll, but the latter ignored him.

Xue Qianqian said: "If my mother is still alive, you may only recover from an injury like this in three days, but I haven't fully learned her medical skills, so I'm not sure how long it will take for your injury to heal." ”

Yiye Doll's face was full of disappointment, and with a sigh, she continued to absorb its spirit grass. In this war, the three ancestral leaves of the Yiye doll have lost a lot of brilliance, and it needs to eat a lot of spirit grass.

Xue Qianqian said: "You need to cultivate pranayama every half an hour, and the rest of the time, it's best not to do anything else." ”

Yun Mo nodded, Xue Qianqian gave him a gentle look, then stood up and walked outside the house.

"Qianqian. Yun Mo suddenly shouted.

Xue Qianqian looked back and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yun Mo squeezed out a smile and said, "Thank you." ”

Xue Qianqian was slightly stunned, smiled, didn't speak, and gently closed the door.

The new generation of the Lord of the Holy Land looked at the autumn rain outside the house, but his mood became very happy, and he walked into the rain curtain with light steps.

One person goes, another person comes.

The two women staggered.

When Ah Zhe noticed that something was wrong, opened his eyes, and was about to rush towards the small building, he suddenly stopped his figure.

On the wall outside the door, a cyan oil-paper umbrella is placed obliquely, and the landscape is splashed with ink.

This umbrella once appeared in the grass house of the Kendo Sect.

Ah Zhe looked at the water trails left on the ground along the fan, and for some reason, he suddenly smiled and shook his head.

said softly: "One is the palace master of the Snow Flower Holy Land, and the other is the master of the Holy Sword Gate, this is a blessing that others can't cultivate in eight lifetimes and eight hundred lifetimes, adults deserve to be adults!"

As soon as the words fell, a sword qi suddenly shot out from inside.

Ah Zhe's scalp was numb, and he hurriedly flashed, and the sword qi still cut off a strand of his hair, Ah Zhe was shocked, and said in his heart: "It's not a fuel-efficient lamp!"