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Ji Qing stopped, the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, and he raised the broad sword with his bare hand, his wrist was forced, and his body was flipped. I could only hear a 'bang', and the two swords collided. The sword in her hand resisted Chen Yuquan's attack with only the tip of the sword.

As far as sword cultivation is concerned, whether or not to appreciate sword intent should be one day and one place, and the gap is very far. If you really want to say it, only a monk who understands the sword intent can be called a sword cultivator, and he is no different from the worldly martial arts masters, but he just replaces his internal force with spiritual power.

"Senior Brother Chen, is this your way?"

Chen Yuquan was surprised, his eyes were dazed, and his face was a little flustered and frightened.

This is not his free kendo, and he knows in his heart that it is not Ji Qing's fault that it is his younger brother, but he is so resentful of her. And the sneak attack sword, he seemed to have drawn out the demons in his heart. Fortunately, Ji Qingyi broke his momentum with a sword.

Zhang Qiyi, who was on the field, couldn't wait to fly forward, and looked at Chen Yuquan in surprise: "Senior brother, what did you just do?!" ”

Chen Yuquan's face is not good, he has a good face, and he will definitely not put down the shelf and apologize to Ji Qing. Although he knew that he was wrong, he still didn't hang his head. He glared at Ji Qing with a flash of apology in his eyes.

Ji Qing, who had left the sword, returned to her former blandness, her godless eyes looked at Chen Yuquan, seeing that Chen Yuquan's heart was empty, she said: "Senior brother, you must be cautious in your words and deeds in the future." ”

Ji Qing likes Chen Yuquan's sword, Chen Yuquan's swordsmanship foundation is solid, it can be seen that the hard work of cultivation on weekdays has not been tempered a lot, but it is not much worse. Although she didn't understand why he was embarrassed by herself, when she was in a good mood, she was willing to say a word to remind this hard-working fellow brother.

Chen Yuquan's face turned red when he heard this, and he knew it in his heart, but he was not polite: "Don't bother Senior Sister Yuanqing." ”

With that, he hurried away.

The competition was over, and Ji Qing had no intention of entanglement, so he had dinner with the four members of the Sword Sect who were familiar with him, and then returned to the room. Zhang Qiyi's enthusiasm for taking care of her blindness was a little unbearable.

After Ji Qing returned to the room, he found a black cloth strip in the storage bag to cover his eyes, if everyone saw her, they would have to look at the godless eyes, and then ask, it was better to tell others directly with a black cloth that they were blind, and it would be better to have less inquiring and tangled eyes.

The sky was getting dark, and most of the disciples of the Sword Sect went back to cultivate, and the night seemed a little cold. Ji Qing had no intention of cultivating, she opened the window and leaned on the edge of the window, her dark green eyes under the black cloth were godless and lonely, and the whole person looked a little lazy and couldn't keep up her spirits.

In the end, she is still a small girl, and she still cares about her blindness, but no one listens to her here, so she can only hide it in her heart. What she wants to see most at the moment is her mother, what she wants to do most is to repair her affection, and what she wants to eat most is the long-cherished osmanthus cake.

Ji Qing sighed lightly, helpless because of her sadness, shaking her chaotic head, she stretched out her hands and was about to close the window, but there was a light sigh from the other side.

Ji Qing was immediately alert, and suddenly opened the distance between him and the person who came, his blind eyes only had the color of pitch black, and there was no living thing in his consciousness.

At this time, she was really useless, Ji Qing was discouraged, but she was still vigilant, focusing on her ears and listening carefully to the movements in the room.

The man laughed, not knowing if he deliberately made a slightly heavier footstep sound.

Ji Qing spoke, and the voice of vigilance came to the ears of the people: "Who are you?" What is it? ”

It was a male voice, and his voice was a little sarcastic: "Forget me so long and time? ”

The familiar mocking voice made Ji Qing stunned for a moment, and she said uncertainly: "Cheng Yu? ”

At that time, he was only practicing Qi at the ninth level of cultivation with Cheng Yu, but now her divine sense, which is equivalent to the late stage of Jindan, can't even find Cheng Yu's figure.

It's not that Cheng Yu's cultivation surpassed the late stage of Jindan in just one month, which is really too appalling.

Ji Qing was no longer guarded, she sat down and took out tea in the storage bag to entertain Cheng Yu.

She asked, "What are you cultivating now?" ”

Cheng Yu smiled and sighed that Ji Qing was as polite as in the past, and he came as soon as he opened his mouth to ask about people's cultivation. He knew Ji Qing's character, and this was because he regarded him as a friend, so he was happy in his heart, and his voice was a lot softer.

"The early days of foundation building."

Ji Qing's face was flat, and he knew that Cheng Yu had a secret method to hide his figure, so he didn't ask any more. I was still a little surprised by Cheng Yu's cultivation speed.

"You are very bold, but in the early days of foundation building, you dared to go to this place where the disciples of the Sword Sect temporarily lived."

The elite disciples of the Sword Sect are at least in the middle stage of cultivation, and their combat power is not weak, there is an elite disciple Yuan Qi here, and after the Sword Sect knew that Cheng Yu had escaped, he ordered all the disciples to kill him. If Ji Qing hadn't been protected by Ruohan's sword, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to please him.

Cheng Yu didn't speak, stood up, and tore off the black cloth that Ji Qing was blindfolding. His brown and black eyes were met by godless dark green eyes, and his eyes were a little dark.

"What do you do?"

Ji Qing frowned, her voice a little flustered, just like when she was a child, she didn't want her mother to know that she was wronged, and she didn't want her few friends to know about her disability.

In the final analysis, it is inseparable from the word inferiority, pride and inferiority are just a line of difference, pride is like Ji Qing, and inferiority is also like Ji Qing.

Cheng Yu's voice was a little low: "You still want to hide it from me, what happened in Sanshu Town, can your eyes have a day to regain your sight?" ”

Ji Qing stroked his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were bitter. Her voice was soft, with the smell of memory, telling everything that happened in the town of Three Trees, of course, skipping the matter of death, and only saying that the golden god did it. Anyway, the golden god is missing, and no one will ask Ji Qing if what he said is true in front of the golden god.

"As for the eyes," Ji Qing's voice trembled slightly: "I'm afraid I can't." ”

Ji Qing's eyes have been broken, this is the price of a life, unless he returns his life, I am afraid it will be difficult to regain his sight.

Cheng Yu didn't believe it, his hands attached to the spiritual power, and fell on Ji Qing's eyes, sure enough, the meridians shrank, and the vitality was broken, he frowned: "Then your cultivation?" ”

The meridians are atrophied, the spiritual power is not connected, and it is still a trivial matter to go mad.

"It doesn't matter, the spiritual power runs freely, but no matter how nourishing it is, so are the meridians."

"It's like a sacrifice."

Cheng Yu frowned, his eyes thoughtful. I suddenly thought of the formation in the inheritance, maybe Ji Qing's eyes were still saved.

That's just the way to do it...... Cheng Yu stared at Ji Qing, a little hesitant, that method was too hurtful.

He sighed and took out a stack of snacks from the storage bag, white and small, with osmanthus flowers on it.

Ji Qing sniffed, a black and white osmanthus flower decorated the pastry in her consciousness, her voice was surprised, and she showed a slight joy: "This is my mother's osmanthus cake." ”

Cheng Yu nodded, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his brown and black eyes were soft.

"That day, I heard you say that I remembered the food I wanted to eat the most, so I went to Ji's house to ask my aunt and brought you a plate of snacks."

Cheng Yu paused: "Do you like it?" ”