Feng Zhiling's three sword wounds, each sword was stabbed to take her life, if it wasn't for the magic pill to protect her body, she would have a trace of residual survival consciousness, plus she was found in time, and she died of rupture of chest and abdominal organs and excessive blood loss. Now people are lying on the couch in the Lingxiao dormitory, their skin is as pale as paper, and their breath is like a gossamer.

Ling Xiao used her true qi to protect Feng Zhiling's last trace of breath, and in order to alleviate her pain, he gave her a few percent of his magic pill qi so that she wouldn't feel too much pain. He also asked someone to take out the thousand-year-old ginseng from the pharmacy, and put all the best herbs for stopping bleeding and healing wounds.

Dr. Meng spent more than an hour using mulberry thread to suture Feng Zhiling's wound and apply the wound medicine. Ling Xiao stood outside the semi-transparent silk screen, motionless looking in the direction of the bed, his hands crossed in front of his chest and clenched into fists, the bones of his fingers tense, and every small movement under the blurred figure touched his nerves and made him feel uneasy. As soon as he closed his eyes, he remembered the scene when he stabbed Feng Zhiling on Feng Zhiling with a soul choke in Taiyi Mountain a year ago, and his heart was even more painful when he thought that she had also suffered such a pain at that time.

Waiting for Feng Zhiling to wake up, he sat next to the bed all the time, and his eyes never closed for a moment, as if as soon as he closed his eyes, the person in front of him would disappear from his eyes.

When Feng Zhiling woke up, he found himself lying in the center of the huge dormitory, on a large mahogany couch, with golden curtains hanging around the bed.

Ling Xiao seemed to feel the subtle movement of Dao Feng Zhiling, and also opened her eyes, and grabbed her hand happily: "Baby, are you awake......"

Feng Zhiling was stunned, she had never seen Ling Xiao's nervous appearance, and she didn't react to that nickname.

"Uncle...... "hand...... Hurt. ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's me...... I pushed too hard. Ling Xiao quickly let go of her hand and gently put it back to her side, moving cautiously, as if treating a rare treasure.

"I ...... How long did you sleep?" Feng Zhiling asked confusedly.

"Five days. I've been ...... for the past five days. Time hangs heavy on one's hands. Ling Xiao said, tears in his eyes.

"I'm alive again. Feng Zhiling grinned hard, she suddenly couldn't bear to see Ling Xiao's vulnerability because she cared about her, "I'm really, it's a big life." ”

"Don't laugh. Ling Xiao was a little annoyed when she saw that Feng Zhiling was still laughing-she didn't know how my uncle had been in a coma for a few days?

Fingers soothed his face one by one, Feng Zhiling's face was tickled, and a corner of her heart was as soft as being touched by cotton wool.

She didn't expect that this uncle, who had been regarded as an enemy by herself, would value herself so much.

And the elder brother who accompanied him since he was a child gave him three swords to kill him.

Scold.

If she hadn't been able to get out of breath, she would have wanted to laugh three times.

"That He Lanyuan ran to the Demon Realm to question, and I drove him away. Ling Xiao said.

Feng Zhiling didn't know how Lan Yuan came to the Demon Realm to question, nor did she know how Ling Xiao drove him away, she didn't want to know, let alone think about anything about Lan Yuan.

"Hmm. Feng Zhiling replied casually, and then smiled hard.

"I said don't laugh. You have a good rest, and I'll get you some food to nourish your body. Ling Xiao wanted to get up from the couch.

"Don't go—uh......" Feng Zhiling hurriedly stretched out her hand to stop it, accidentally touched the wound, and cried out in pain.

"Don't move!" Ling Xiao hurriedly pressed her on the couch and said, "Okay, I'm not leaving." Dikun—"

Feng Zhiling saw that Ling Xiao had an injury on his wrist at this time, and asked, "Why are you injured?"

"Little things. Ling Xiao didn't care, and said to Feng Zhiling: "You have lost too much blood and your body is very weak, you must live and recuperate, don't move, talk less, worry less, just rest well." ”

"Hmm. Feng Zhiling nodded, closing her eyes and recuperating.

She was afraid of being alone, of the sword in the shadows, of walking alone on the road to death...... With someone who genuinely cares about others by her side, she can feel the peace of mind of being alive.

Long snow access room.

"I actually ran ......away," Situ Fei looked at the portrait of the previous head Hai Nanshui hanging on the wall, and said to himself, "Why does Taiyimen always protect this demon girl in the demon realm so much?" Master, it's useless to be a disciple, and I haven't been able to avenge you for so many years......

He picked up a red-gold big knife on the sandalwood knife stand by the wall, and his face was full of anger and anxiety: "This Demon Killing Knife has been sealed in Changxue Gate for so many years, what is the mystery...... Master, why can't the apprentices understand it after more than ten years of study? Could it be that it is simply an ordinary knife, and those legends are all false?"

In order to revive Changxuemen, Situ Fei has been exploring the secrets of the Demon Slaying Knife, but he has never found anything. His master and the senior brother who was supposed to take over as the head of the sect were killed at the same time, and he didn't have time to explain what happened to him after his death, and he didn't know anything about this secret that was only passed down to the head of the family.

Thinking of this, Situ Fei suddenly felt that the more than ten years of torture by this knife was a waste of time, and his patience was suddenly exhausted at this moment, he angrily waved the red gold big knife and slashed at the ground, ready to destroy this useless knife, and no longer pinned his hopes on it.

Who would have thought that at the moment when the Demon Killing Knife collided violently with the hard stone floor tiles, the flames splashed everywhere, the blade was unscathed, and the junction of the blade and handle suddenly shook open, and a crack was opened. Situ Fei broke the crack and took out a small knife from the big knife.

"It turns out that the two knives of the Demon Slaying Knife have always been connected together, why have I never heard the master and the senior brother mention it?" Situ Feiqi said.

He took out the knife, found that the handle of the knife was a little loose, pulled it out hard, and opened the handle, and took out a yellowed silk silk from it, which was densely written with small characters, and was accompanied by many knife moves, and the book "Demon Killing Knife Method".

"Demon Killing Knife Technique?" Situ Fei suddenly smiled, "It's really nowhere to find when you step on the iron shoes, it turns out that the Demon Killing Knife Technique has been hidden in this small knife!"

He spread the silk silk on the table, looked at the small words on it carefully, and wrote: "General Recipe of Demon Killing Knife Technique: When the Demon Killing Knife comes out, all blades are broken." Dementor spirits, slay demons and demons. The child and the mother are one, and the yin and yang are in harmony. Soul Eater, for me to drive. ...... No obstacles, no obstacles, no obstacle. Without self and non-self, the practice is accomplished. ”

"Soul Eater, for me to drive......" Situ Fei said silently, "Is it ......?"

Situ Fei seemed to have an understanding, and immediately raised his eyebrows and laughed: "Okay, very good!"

In the Taiyi Mountain, in the Bu Mengguan.

For a hundred years, Bu Mengguan has been standing near the Taiyi Gate, the palace view is built in the quiet peak of Taiyi Mountain, where the green cypress is covered, the mountain birds chirp, the white wall and green tiles, the incense lingers, like a small fairyland in the fairyland.

On the second day of Feng Zhiling's disappearance, Lan Yuan came to Bu Mengguan with a heavy heart, and Yu Youwei, a disciple of the Guan, introduced him to the Qingxu Palace.

Chen Suji, the master of Bu Mengguan, had already burned incense and prepared tea, and seemed to have been waiting for Lan Yuan for a long time.

"Master He doesn't have to worry, I made a prediction for her four years ago, and she is now worry-free. Chen Suji added hot tea to Lan Yuan, who was sitting opposite, and she seemed to be able to penetrate Lan Yuan's thoughts.

Lan Yuan said: "Lord Chen Guan, please call my name." ”

Chen Suji and Xiheting have been close friends for many years and have a deep friendship, so for the disciples of Xiheting, Chen Suji is no different from their teachers and elders.

Lan Yuan's hand held the teacup and rotated gently, thinking about something, but Chen Suji didn't take the initiative to ask. After a pause, Lan Yuan said, "Lan Yuan came over this time, and I want to ask Master Chen Guan to do me another favor......

"You say. Chen Suji said.

"Lan Yuan wants to ask Lord Chen Guan to test her ...... for my Senior Sister Feng Home. After Lan Yuan finished speaking, he added, "I want to know if she will stay in Taiyi Mountain for a long time in the future......

"You know, if I'm not here, no matter how advanced my magic is, I can't predict her future. Chen Suji drank the tea in the cup and said lightly.

Lan Yuan knows. - Since she herself is not there, she asks Chen Guan to burn incense and cast spells, work the original god, and make predictions for me. ”

"For you, you and her?" Chen Suji frowned, thoughtful.

"Lan Yuan is ashamed, I shouldn't have bothered Lord Chen Guan to consume mana for the sake of Senior Sister Feng, but something has happened recently, and I am really uneasy in my heart...... Lan Yuan only wants to know if Senior Sister Feng will return to Taiyimen smoothly, and whether I can protect her for the rest of my life and ......the right path as I promised in front of my master at the beginning."

Chen Suji didn't ask any more, but said slowly: "Okay." ”

Lan Yuan hurriedly thanked him.

Chen Suji took out a wooden box from the cabinet against the wall, took out a stick stick, and took out a plain copper incense burner with a red sandalwood base from the cabinet, placed it on the table in front of him, and asked the little female disciple to withdraw the original incense burner from the house and light the newly taken incense stick.

"The incense of the dream has been lit, you close your eyes, breathe and return to your senses, and think about what you want to predict, and leave the rest to me. and when I call you again, you will open your eyes. Chen Suji sat down opposite Lan Yuan again, and when Lan Yuan closed his eyes and breathed back to his senses as she requested, he began to start the dream divination technique.

The white smoke of the incense slowly lingered around Lan Yuan, and then slowly condensed into changing figures and various patterns, quickly gathering and dissipating, and the scenes were like scenes in a dream changing rapidly.

When the incense burned out, the white smoke gradually dissipated, and the figure disappeared. Chen Suji woke up Lan Yuan. Lan Yuan came back to his senses from the chaos, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Chen Suji's face turned blue due to the loss of vitality due to the spell casting, and he hurriedly said guiltily: "Lord Chen Guan has worked hard!"

Chen Suji's fingers knotted the handprint, slowly opened his eyes and said, "It's okay, I'll cultivate for a few days." ”

Lan Yuan nodded.

Chen Suji said: "Although it has been predicted, I have to remind you that there are some things that know the results in advance, which is not necessarily a good thing." ”

"Chen Guan said that it doesn't matter, no matter whether the result is good or bad, I will accept it, and I will do my best to fulfill my vow. ”

"In that case, why bother?"

"I ......" Lan Yuan didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Alas. I'll just get it straight. - You and her have nothing to do in this life. Chen Suji said bluntly.

Lan Yuan's fingers trembled when he heard this.

"What does Chen Guan Zhu mean......"

"As I said, knowing the outcome is not necessarily a good thing. Chen Suji naturally saw Lan Yuan's strange appearance, and said, "I know that you have been obsessed with your Senior Sister Feng for a long time, but you yourself have always refused to admit it. Now that you have come to ask me to make predictions for you, you must have seen your feelings clearly. I'll tell you directly. You and your sister Feng, you have no love in this life, and I am afraid it will be difficult to end well. ”

Although Lan Yuan was ready to accept any result, when he heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but have a buzzing head and his eyes flickered for a while. He clenched the teacup in his hand tightly, and the tea in the cup was rippled by his fluttering inner breath.

"Lan Yuan, since you have activated the Hidden Dragon Sword, can you remember the essence of the Hidden Dragon Sword Technique?" asked Chen Suji.

Lan Yuan remembered. Lan Yuan said.

-- Do not move without delusional thoughts, and do not think about adultery. Quietly guard the clear passage of the gods, and follow the inheritance of creation. The breath of the breathless, the god of the godless. Vipassana has no heart, and the appearance is invisible. The sword points to the path of the illusory, and the door of the air is lawless. Nothing is nothing. The six desires are not born, and the three poisons are silent. ......

"As the head of the Taiyi Sect and the leader of the Immortal League, now the safety of the Immortal Sect is in your hands, I hope you cherish yourself. Chen Suji said.

"Thank you Chen Guan for reminding me, Lan Yuan should keep it in mind. Lan Yuan handed the teacup to his mouth with a slight tremor and drank it all.

This cup of tea is the most bitter tea he has ever drunk.