"This... I don't know. [No pop-ups. Ju Siliang replied embarrassedly.

He really didn't know that two people had been carried up that day. But when Ju Siliang saw it, he became a person.

Ling Li was supposed to be a corpse, but he didn't know where he went.

Duan He was disappointed, followed by a burst of despair for no apparent reason.

Ling Li had always been like his lifeblood, and once this name appeared, Duan He's brain would turn over and over again. He remembered many more plots, and the various plots intertwined into a strange story.

Ju Siliang saw Duan He's changes, and he also understood Duan He's changes. Two people died together, and it is difficult to describe how deep the relationship was before this. If it weren't for the current Duan He forgetting something, he was afraid that he would cry bitterly.

"Divine doctor, why are you telling me this?"

After being silent for a long time, Duan He suddenly said.

Ju Siliang never thought that Duan He would ask such a question. Originally, he told Duan He this, and he should be happy. But looking at it now, Duan He blamed himself for saying these things too clearly.

"Because, you don't remember. I just want you to know that something may have happened before you died, otherwise you wouldn't have died with Ling Li like this. Also, you were wounded again, and you had a big wound on your leg. I'm afraid that I have lost too much blood, if it weren't for the art of resurrecting the dead, you would be a skeleton now. Ju Siliang said.

Duan He nodded, nodded unkindly, and exited the room.

Now all this is too chaotic for Duan He, who has just woken up.

He found a grass hut next to it, and there were three grass huts on it, where a few unhappy people lived. Now that these people are gone, the grass hut is naturally empty. Duan He walked in, and there was a miasma of smoke.

This house has obviously not been inhabited for a long time, and perhaps no one has cleaned it for a long time. There was a strong smell of dust inside, which made people want to sneeze.

Duan He found a place to sit down and quietly digest these things.

First of all, he pinched his arm, and it hurt his heart.

I don't know who once said that it doesn't hurt in dreams. If it hurts, it's reality, not a dream. The current Duan He doesn't believe this sentence at all. If it is true now, it will be a dream when I am with Mu Yichen. But in that dream, I was suffering from injuries almost day and night.

Duan He took out two tokens from his arms, saying that they were two, but in fact, they were a whole piece and two and a half pieces.

In this, the last wish of Lou Sang and the two immortals was poured. Moreover, Duan He also agreed to this wish. If he didn't go to the Zhusu faction, Duan He would have not completed what he said. In that case, even if Duan He was alive all the time, he would live unsteadily.

Maybe one day, he will go to the Zhusu faction and take over there completely.

Flip it again, and there is a copy of "Qianchang Jue" inside. This is the ancestral sword spectrum of Duan He's family, and Duan He doesn't know that he remembers changing many sets of clothes, and he has changed a lot of things, but this thing has always been on him.

Flipping through it again, there was a package given to him by Mu Yichen. What exactly is inside the package, Duan He doesn't know, and Mu Yichen didn't say it before. Let's just say that this thing is worth a lot of money, and it can be used for self-defense. The rest, Duan He didn't know anything.

This package is placed here, and now that it is like this, it should not matter if it is opened.

Duan He went up lightly with both hands, there were a lot of buttons squeezed on the package, and it did take a lot of effort to open it.

Undo a button, and there are a lot of small openings in one button. Duan He didn't know what was in this small-looking package, and he would be tied up to explain it like this.

After a long time in a row, Duan He's patience was gone. At that moment, he simply used internal force to urge, and tore open the package.

Tearing open the package, the contents made Duan He dumbfounded.

That thing was actually a wooden stick.

That wooden stick is very ordinary, and you can replace this by finding a random wooden stick on the ordinary street. And it's hard to say, the wooden stick you find will look better than this.

Duan He picked up the wooden stick and looked at it, it was indeed very ordinary, and ordinary Dao couldn't be more ordinary. Namu Yichen and himself carefully gave himself this thing, I don't know what it means.

This one took the wooden stick, and the note underneath was revealed. Duan He looked at the note, which read Mu Yichen's words.

"It's a sword."

Three simple words.

These three words describe a wooden G as a sword. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like the same thing. Duan He picked up the wooden stick and looked at it carefully, but still didn't see anything. This stick is not a good tree either, it is not a strong wood at all.

Putting the wooden stick down, Duan He shook his head. I originally wanted to see what something to relax, but I didn't expect Mu Yichen to really give himself a problem.

Duan He got up and prepared to go out. As a result, the moment he got up, Duan He figured it out.

Before sending this to Duan He, something happened to Duan He, that is, his sword was missing.

A swordsman, the most important thing is this sword.

And now, what Duan He gave himself was a wooden G. In fact, wood G is already a good word, but it is better to say that it is an ordinary branch that can no longer be ordinary. Among them, there is naturally his deep meaning.

Why can't a swordsman live without a sword? Because all his life has been the sword, and this sword is his life. Walking the rivers and lakes is a matter of licking blood at the tip of a knife, and if a swordsman has no sword, it means that half of his life is lost.

But what if this life's learning is not a sword, but a wicker?

It doesn't have to be a wicker, it could be a gust of wind, it could be a scoop of water, or even maybe, it's the action of a person snorting.

All this may be something that people can continue to live in the rivers and lakes.

If the swordsman does not love the sword, then it is enough to love his own life.

Mu Yichen was obviously telling himself that the most important thing in this swordsmanship was that the invisible is better than the tangible. Even if you don't have a sword in your hand, you can use every grass and tree as a sword.

Deeply aware of the mystery, Duan He nodded, and couldn't help but admire it in his mouth.

"To have such a friend, I have no regrets in this life." Duan He said with a smile.

Although he said that, Duan He's doubts about this package have not been resolved.

Why did Mu Yichen bring back such a wooden stick for himself, could it be just to teach himself this? If so, there is no need to mobilize the crowd so much, just tell Duan He directly there.

There must be another secret in this wooden G.

Duan He picked up the wooden G again and looked at it, only to feel more and more unreal. But apart from this, I can't see any fame.

(End of chapter)