Consciousness is like a lonely boat on the clear waves, floating and sinking.

In a trance, Zixian seemed to hear someone arguing.

An old voice was full of impatience and said, "Go out, I can't cure it." The disease you brought is a symptom of the refugees outside the city, and there is no cure, just wait for death. ”

Yichen said emotionally: "What do you mean by waiting for death?" It is said that the heart of the doctor's parents, how can you say that you can't cure it without trying?"

A young man's voice shouted, "Didn't you hear my master say that he couldn't cure him?" Hurry up and find a place to bury it, don't infect others. ”

"You guys!" Yichen froze, followed by the sound of a long sword coming out of its sheath.

"Master Dao, if you have something to say, take down the sword and ...... first" The young man's trembling voice came.

"The two Taoist masters have offended a lot, but this disease, the old man is really helpless. Please raise your noble hands and spare my apprentice......" The old man's voice was stained with tears.

"Forget Yichen, presumably they really have no choice, let's go." Yiyun said in a deep voice.

Yichen snorted indignantly, and then the sound of the sword returning to its sheath.

Zixian was not surprised when she heard that she had not been cured, because she was proficient in medical science and had already known about it. But she didn't know it was contagious, and it sounded like it was contagious.

Yiyun and Yichen are both good people, if they are affected, then even if they die, they will not be at ease.

Thinking of this, Zixian subconsciously struggled.

Yiyun felt her slight struggle, and said softly, "Isn't it very uncomfortable?" Bear with me, we will definitely find a way to save you. ”

"Sister Xian'er, don't be afraid, these quacks are talking nonsense, this little problem can definitely be cured." Looking at Zixian, who was still drinking with his senior brother before, but at this time he was angry, Yichen only felt distressed.

Seeing that he couldn't struggle, Zixian frowned, and gathered enough strength to spit out a sentence: "Let go of ......"

Zixian originally wanted to coldly reprimand those two people. But at this time, her body was very weak, her voice was soft and weak, and she sounded like she was coquettish.

"Xian'er, don't make trouble, you're sick now." Yichen comforted gently.

Yiyun even patted her back soothingly.

Zixian lamented in her heart: Two brothers, aren't you really afraid of being infected?

Lamenting and lamenting, Zixian no longer does these meaningless actions. Anyway, it's been so long, and if it's going to be contagious, it's already contagious.

As a result, Zixian began to nest motionless in Yiyun's arms, secretly carrying the mental method on the Nine Yin True Scripture, in order to alleviate the symptoms of his fever first.

Since he practiced martial arts, he has never had a cold or anything like that, and it is impossible to have a fever. Presumably, the reason for the sudden emergency this time should be related to the black mist released by the rat spirit when its tail was broken.

Zixian faintly guessed that Wei Cai was the root cause of this plague outbreak. But what she didn't know was that Wei Cai's black mist, as long as ordinary people touched the slightest trace, it was enough to be fatal. And the one bite she took was enough to kill a town. The reason why she is still alive is all due to the deep internal support.

The Nine Yin True Yuan ran in the body without hurrying or slow, and the cool feeling spread to the limbs and hundreds of remains, making Zixian's mind a lot clearer.

At this time, although the Nine Yin True Yuan in Zi Xian's body was not as abundant as before, it was extremely condensed, because the realm was there—she had successfully broken through the bottleneck between the eighth and ninth layers of the Nine Yin True Scripture, and entered the ninth layer realm that had never been seen before.

Speaking of how she broke through the bottleneck, Zixian was really emotional.

It's no wonder that so many predecessors and ancestors have not practiced the Nine Yin True Sutra to the peak, and even their own master, who has practiced hard for so many years, has only reached the eighth level of consummation.

It's not that they are not talented enough, it's not that they don't work hard enough, it's just that the requirements for this breakthrough are too perverted, and they are extremely perverted!

In fact, the name of this heart method has clearly pointed out the problem: Nine Yin True Scripture! That is to say, if you want to practice it to the ninth layer, you must really go to the netherworld!

The underworld is the place between heaven and earth to the yin and cold, and only by going there can we truly appreciate the mystery of the Nine Yin Sutra and reach the peak of the realm.

As for whether you can come back alive after a trip to the underworld, you can't care about it, so you can only ask for more blessings.

Yiyun and Yichen have almost traveled all over this small city, and none of them are willing to admit Zixian. Not only that, but even the guys at the inn tavern refused to let them in when they saw Zixian's half-dead appearance.

"It's too much! Xian'er went to find the demon for their safety, but they didn't save it! Yichen said indignantly.

"Alas, junior brother, don't complain, it's only right to think of a way to save Xian'er." Yiyun sighed.

"Why don't we go back and find Master Tai? Maybe he will have a way. Yichen said.

The disciples of the Wudang Sect all have an almost instinctive dependence on Zhang Sanfeng, and no matter what difficulties they encounter, they will be the first to think of going to him.

"It's fine." Yiyun nodded.

At this moment, a dazzling red light fell from the sky, the light dissipated, and a child like a pink lotus root appeared in front of the three of them.

I saw that he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, very delicate and cute, obviously a boy, but his skin was more pink and smooth than a girl. A thin black hair is made into two bulging buns, and the buns are decorated with two lotus flowers.

"Senior brother, do you think he doesn't look like Nezha in the temple?" Yichen whispered.

Yiyun didn't speak, but just hugged the Zixian in his arms a little tighter.

Yichen is right, the person who came is Nezha.

I saw him take a step forward, pointed the fire-tipped spear in his hand at Zixian and said, "Mozi Xian, you were kind to me in your previous life, and you were my reborn parents, but if you kill my father, I can't help but take revenge." After thinking about it, I can only kill you and then kill myself to apologize! ”

Zixian smiled bitterly in his heart. It's self-suicide again, is this Nezha addicted to self-destruction?

Now it's hard to talk by yourself, and you can only let others slaughter you if you want to. In fact, even if he is not sick, he has no chance of winning against a god of war like Nezha with a mortal body.

Suddenly remembered that when he was in hell, Jairus wanted to kill himself, but he couldn't beat him at all. The mood was exactly the same then as it is now.

And this time the situation seems to be even worse, at that time, at least I could speak quickly, but now I don't even have the strength to speak.

Although Yiyun and Yichen didn't know about the grievances between Zixian and Nezha, they immediately became alert when they heard that he was going to kill Zixian.

"Don't mess around." Yichen held a sword in front of Zixian and said, "Children's family, it's not good to fight and kill." ”

The chaotic sky aya flying behind Nezha was like a spirit snake, and flew over with a "whoosh". Yichen hurriedly swung his sword to resist, but who expected that the seemingly soft Chaotian Aya would easily break the long sword made of fine iron with a flick. Before Yichen could react, the bright red Chaotian Aya tied him into a dumpling.