Hua Jiutian still had a sentence in his throat and didn't come out, and he died.

His eyes stared at Chen Shenping's back until there was chaos in his eyes, and he was very quiet.

Although Xiao Jiansheng was scarred on his body, from head to toe, he didn't know how many bloody cuts were cut by the two small swords and raindrops, but his eyes were clearer than before, and he looked very energetic, which was the benefit of breaking through the first layer of realm, and the whole person was completely renewed, exuding an unprecedented fierceness all over his body, which was similar to being reborn in blood.

However, there was always a hint of heaviness in his heart, what would be the result if it took nine days to fight him with the strength of the Four Realms, and what would happen if it wasn't for Chen Shenping's secret tactics at the last moment, for Xiao Jiansheng, these were two questions that I might never be able to figure out.

But in general, to be able to kill Hua Jiutian with his own hands, and to fulfill what he said before, the excitement was more than the heaviness.

The Tranquility Realm may not be worth mentioning for those genius boys, but it is of great significance to Xiao Jiansheng, although this day came a few years late, but after all, it has entered the threshold of cultivation.

For the arrival of this moment, he had been afraid and anxious, because he had heard others talk that fifteen or sixteen years old had passed the golden age of cultivation, and even if his talent was outstanding, he had lost the opportunity to touch the ethereal Heavenly Dao and was turned away.

Maybe he is an exception, Xiao Jiansheng's expression is relaxed and freehand, and he seems to be very indifferent.

As he walked, he reproduced the scene at that time.

When he was swept up in the air by the black storm, the surroundings were dark, feeling the raindrops around him become a murderous weapon, he was extremely afraid and struggling in his heart, he felt that he only had one breath left, the blood in his whole body stopped flowing, and his heartbeat gradually slowed down and weakened, for him this was a process close to death.

However, when he was swept to the highest place by the storm, his mind was chaotic, that kind of pain had developed to the commanding heights, and it seemed that he could faint painfully at any time, fortunately, his mind was very clear, and he had been locking the qi of these two small swords, he was a child of a poor family, and he had suffered so much, naturally he could endure the pain that others could not bear, plus his physical strength was beyond ordinary people since he was a child, so in that most difficult time, he deliberately let himself feel the pain, to keep the last trace of clarity in his mind, until he clearly saw a quiet door。

The gate is ancient and vigorous, with an indescribable vicissitudes, the door has not yet opened and there is a dazzling light from the gap penetrates, the light is very dazzling and warm, like a thousand rays of light from the sky to the ground, and then with a melodious sound of pushing the door, the door opens, the dazzling beam of light passes through his body, repairing the wounds on his body at a very fast speed, until he can no longer feel the pain of the wound, without textbook guidance, this door is a bit unexpected and sudden for him.

In the process of descending, Xiao Jiansheng's arm pierced through the raindrops and whirlwind, grabbed a red sword in his hand, and then in the storm, he saw Hua Jiutian emitted by the cloak, and at this time, Hua Jiutian had completely lost the ability to resist.

He remembered that in his adoptive father's "Intoxicating Stickers", there was a sentence that touched him.

The gist of this sentence is that no matter whether you were the emperor Lao Tzu during your lifetime, or the military general, the prince and queen, or the common people, but after death you are a dead person, you can be hierarchical, you can be rich and poor, but after death you will eventually be a handful of loess buried in a pile of white bones.

Life is the fruit of previous lives, and death is the cause of future lives, and so on.

He wants to use this sentence here, there is no reason, it doesn't matter if it fits the situation or not.

This is his perception after breaking through, or a trace of understanding after the experience of life and death, which makes him somewhat understand the word 'scattered' that Chen Shenping once said, and the 'condensation' that he suddenly thought of later, life is condensation, death is dispersion, which seems to be very reasonable.

Xiao Jiansheng thought about it seriously, looked up and saw the white clouds after the rain, so he shouted to the sky: "Scatter!"

The clouds really dispersed, but they were blown away by the wind.

Xiao Jiansheng said to a small hole in the ground where ants crawled in and out: "Condensation!"

I don't know if it really worked, those black shiny ants actually crawled into the small hole.

'Scatter!'

'Condensation!'

......

Xiao Jiansheng was happy to change this mouth shape, although it didn't have any effect, but it was very in line with his current state of mind.

He casually took out two small swords from his sleeve, looked at them a few times, wiped off the blood stains on them, and slashed his fingers from the tip of the sword across the spine of the sword, crossed the sword grid, and finally stopped on the hilt of the jade sword.

Unfortunately, the short-lived ghost died so quickly that he didn't even have time to ask the name of the sword.

Now that these two swords have a new owner, there is always a name, and there are many well-known words in Xiao Jiansheng's mind, and there is no shortage of words that cry ghosts and gods all over the world, such as cow ghosts, snake gods, red gall, Yuexiu and so on.

But they were all denied by Xiao Jiansheng one by one, not that these names were not good, but that they were still a little short of his satisfaction, and finally, he suddenly had a big brain, and remembered Nangong Hualing, feeling that this name was quite catchy, and it was also very consistent with the origin of the two small swords, so he simply called Hualing.

Xiao Jiansheng's face finally bloomed with a satisfied smile.

He carefully put away the flower feathers, and walked towards Chen Shenping in the distance full of energy.

He was very grateful to Chen Shenping for the fight specially arranged for him, and he also vaguely guessed the purpose of Chen Shenping's trip with him, and he thought of words similar to gratitude as he walked.

He also thought of Shangguan Xue, and remembered Shangguan Xue's hand, which always gave him a youthful impulse.

Chen Shenping looked at the energetic Xiao Jiansheng and said with a smile: "Even if you are not stupid, you have half of Uncle Chen's intelligence back then, if you continue to work hard like this, you can make up for your clumsiness, and you should not stop at the Five Realms." ”

Xiao Jiansheng also smiled and said: "Uncle Chen, then you are now in the realm of several layers, my achievements must not be lower than yours, doesn't it mean that the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and push the front waves on the beach?"

Chen Shenping shook his head and smiled bitterly, laughing without saying a word.

This made Xiao Jiansheng a little unhappy, he hated the kind of person who pretended to be high, and he didn't like the kind of person who pretended to be high.

Xiao Jiansheng pursed his lips and said, "Since you don't say it, I have the right for you to be ashamed to open your mouth." ”

Chen Shenping suddenly turned his head and said very seriously: "There are probably six layers, but there is still one step away from the seventh realm." ”

Xiao Jiansheng was curious: "What are the realms of cultivation to the end of the road?"

This is a very tangled question for Chen Shenping, and he has been pondering for a long time, and what is the end of the road, shouldn't it be called a bright future?

After a while, Chen Shenping said: " The record in history is that the Eight Realms pass through the Xuan Realm, which means that the understanding of the Heavenly Dao has reached the mysterious realm, but this kind of person is already a living treasure-like existence, scarce and pitiful, and the whole world is not enough to count two slaps, we have one in Wuji Palace, you Fengtian Dynasty's Chongyang Ancestor is counted as one, Wudang Mountain seems to have one, the Xu family in the Western Wilderness should hide half of it, as for the others, such as the Sage Domain, there should be, and the South China Sea Ruins far away in the south of the continent should also have, as for the Yiren Domain, the Divine Mound, I don't know if there is such a small place as Donggao. ”

Chen Shenping added: "If the Spirit Lord in Hua Jiutian's mouth is still alive, according to my understanding, he has almost entered the Eight Realms, and as for going up, ...... higher."

Chen Shenping raised his head blankly, looking at the ethereal sky, with a childlike longing in his eyes.

Xiao Jiansheng had a teachable look, nodded his teaching, and then asked in surprise: "Wuji Palace, this old man in the Xuan Realm, doesn't know whether to accept apprentices or not?"

Chen Shenping glanced at Xiao Jiansheng with idiot eyes and continued to be in a daze.

Xiao Jiansheng didn't care about these at all, and then asked, "Then Uncle Chen, have you found that door?"

Chen Shenping suddenly threw a medicine bottle to Xiao Jiansheng, and at the same time said angrily: "You should take medicine, you have just broken through the first layer of the realm, the foundation is unstable, be careful to leave sequelae, don't talk about the seven realms when the time comes, you can't find the door to the five realms." ”

Xiao Jiansheng was stunned by this sentence for a moment, and immediately pulled out the wooden stopper of the medicine bottle, and poured it directly into his throat from the mouth of the bottle, as if the pill had a taste that he was not used to, and he swallowed it very reluctantly.

At this moment, Xiao Jiansheng suddenly remembered something, so he asked, "Uncle Chen, that Nangong Hualing ......"

Chen Shenping said with some pity: "Let's go, after this incident, it is estimated that it will be impossible to return to Nangong Mansion, maybe there will be more singles in the world, maybe there will be more demons who kill people without blinking, in short, the world is unpredictable." ”

......

It's still the river, Xiao Jiansheng simply cleaned the wound, rinsed the blood residue on his body, the white clothes were about to turn into bloody clothes, so he simply endured the distress and compacted it with a stone in one place, and then quickly turned out the coarse cloth robe he wore when he participated in the assessment, and after putting it on, he simply cleaned up the messy hair, and then regained a trace of human appearance.

At this moment, Chen Shenping's eyes retracted from afar, patted Xiao Jiansheng's thin shoulder and said, "It's time to rain again, I'm afraid it's pouring rain this time, let's find a good place to shelter from the rain." ”

On this day, fifty miles away from Longyan, the capital of the Western Wilderness, an old man and a young man were leisurely walking through the smooth official road that was run over by cars and horses.