Lin Ye slumped to the ground.

"There are no ifs in this world." Endure the pain, Lin Ye said lightly.

"For a swordsman, not being able to hold a sword is the most painful thing, and as a martial artist, not being able to practice martial arts is also the most painful thing, which is even more uncomfortable than killing them." Looking at Lin Ye, who was paralyzed on the ground, holding the dragon and phoenix child and mother ring, Shangguan Jinhong said lightly.

Hearing Shangguan Jinhong's words, Lin Ye didn't answer, because this was the truth.

If he couldn't use the sword, then Lin Ye would rather die.

"Looks like I'm late." Suddenly, an old voice came, and I saw a figure slowly coming.

Holding a two-foot-long dry tobacco pipe in his hand, a slight firelight, and three fingers between them, a pale old man walked slowly.

This person turned out to be the old man who was telling stories in the Drunken Immortal Residence that day, that is, Sun Xiaohong's grandfather, but I don't know why he appeared here.

"It's you?!" Seeing this old man, Shangguan Jinhong's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

"It's me." The old man said.

"You're going to save him?" Looking at Lin Ye who collapsed on the ground, Shangguan Jinhong said.

"That's right."

"Now it seems that you came just in time." Shangguan Jinhong said in a deep voice.

"So he survived." The old man said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Shangguan Jinhong's face froze, and his hands were clenched tightly.

Jing Wuming, who was standing behind him, immediately grasped the hilt of the sword with his left hand.

Murderous intent permeated the ruins of the inn.

The old man didn't see it at all, and walked to Lin Ye's side by himself.

He took a long puff of dry tobacco, then slowly exhaled it.

The cigarette that came out of his mouth was a very thin and long column of smoke.

Then, the pillar of smoke slowly underwent a very peculiar bend and change, and suddenly folded and shot in front of Shangguan Jinhong!

Shangguan Jinhong seemed to be taken aback, but then the smoke suddenly dissipated again, leaving no trace.

Standing in place and staring at the smoke that scattered in an instant, Shangguan Jinhong's clenched hands slowly let go, and then sighed: "Admire!" ”

Looking at the old man who was standing in place lightly, Shangguan Jinhong said again: "Sun Baifa, you and I were seventeen years ago, don't say goodbye today, I don't know when you will see you again?" ”

Hearing Shangguan Jinhong's words, Sun Baifa said lightly: "If you don't see each other, why don't you see each other?" What's the point if you don't see it? ”

Hearing this, Shangguan Jinhong was silent, as if he was thinking about something, but he didn't say anything, glanced at Lin Ye who collapsed on the ground, and then turned around and left slowly.

The pain was numb, looking at Sun Baifa, Lin Ye didn't know where it came from, he only knew that this person's martial arts had reached its peak.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to let Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuxian leave.

"Just let him go?" On the way, Jing Wuming spoke.

"His martial arts are higher and more unfathomable than back then, and with the sword of Lin Ye just now, my killing intent has been discharged, and if I fight him again, I will be defeated and invincible." Shangguan Jinhong said with a calm face.

"Even if you add me?" Jing has no life.

"You? If you are a kendo cultivator, it will be useful to further improve your internal strength, but now you are facing him just like the forest leaf is facing me. Stopping, Shangguan Jinhong stared at Jing Wusheng, and then said: "What's more, if I can defeat him once, I can defeat him a second time, so what if he survives today?" Next time, I'll see who else can be saved. ”

Among the ruins of the inn

"Why did the old gentleman save me?" Looking at Sun Baifa, who was still smoking dry cigarettes, Lin Ye said slowly.

"Just because I owe someone a favor." Sun Baifa looked at Lin Ye and said lightly.

"Love?" Hearing Sun Baifa's words, Lin Ye was a little puzzled.

"We'll talk about it when you're healed." Looking at Lin Ye, Sun Baifa said in a deep voice.

Immediately, his right hand pressed on Lin Ye's chest, and a surging internal force poured into Lin Ye's body.

The internal force is as endless as the waves of the river, but it is like a spring breeze.

Suddenly, Lin Ye only felt that the originally unbearable sore spot had weakened slightly.

Although his body was weak, he was already able to stand up reluctantly, and after struggling for a while, Lin Ye coughed twice, holding the long sword tightly in his hand and trying to stand up.

"If you want your internal injuries to worsen, stand up!" Looking at Lin Ye, Sun Baifa snorted coldly and said to Lin Ye.

Hearing Sun Baifa's movements, Lin Ye paused slightly, and then stopped moving.

"I'll take you somewhere to heal first." Looking at Lin Ye, Sun Baifa said in a deep voice.

Then picked up Lin Ye, and Sun Baifa jumped away.

Seventeen days later, in a green forest, Sun Baifa leaned on a recliner and smoked a dry cigarette leisurely.

Lin Ye walked out of the house step by step, and on the seventeenth, Lin Ye's internal injuries had already healed.

Among them, Sun Baifa did not hesitate to lose his internal strength, recuperated for it, and combined with various rare medicinal herbs Lin Ye to be able to recover so quickly, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible to recuperate from the injury to this kind of course in just half a month.

"What did my predecessor do to save me?" Looking at Sun Baifa who was lying on the chair smoking dry cigarettes, Lin Ye asked.

"I heard that you know Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship?" Looking at Lin Ye, Sun Baifa spoke.

Hearing Sun Baifa's words, Lin Ye frowned slightly, but then nodded.

"Get out!" Looking at Lin Ye, Sun Baifa nodded, as soon as the words were spoken, his body suddenly moved, and the whole person came to Lin Ye's body in an instant, and the dry tobacco pipe in his hand struck towards Lin Ye's throat.

Without panicking, Lin Ye's face sank, and he came out with his sword, a cold light flashed, and the sword in Lin Ye's hand was already out of its sheath.

Bang!

With a soft sound, the sword in Lin Ye's hand collided with Sun Baifa's dry tobacco pipe, and then the sword in Lin Ye's hand suddenly trembled.

Just like a snake that has woken up from hibernation, soft and wanton bending, the sword in Lin Ye's hand changes arbitrarily like the body of a snake.

But Lin Ye's eyes suddenly showed a hint of shock, because he found that if the sword in his hand was a snake, then the dry tobacco pipe in Sun Baifa's hand was like an iron nail, nailed to the snake's seven inches.

"Actually, you shouldn't lose so easily." Looking at Lin Ye, Sun Baifa slowly spoke.

Lin Ye raised his head and looked at Sun Baifa.

"As far as a swordsman is concerned, the swords in their hands are the same as people, there are many types, and the form, weight, length, width and narrowness of each sword will not be absolutely the same, and each sword has its characteristics." Sun Baifa looked at Lin Ye and took a puff of dry smoke and continued: "So if a person wants to choose a sword, it is like choosing a friend, and he must not be sloppy, let alone casual. ”

Hearing Sun Baifa's words, Lin Ye didn't speak, of course he understood this truth, masters compete, the slightest mistake can't be there, the weapons in their hands are often the factor that determines their victory or defeat, so there will be a bloody storm on the rivers and lakes because of the appearance of a divine weapon.

And for a swordsman, the sword in their hand is the most important, because once a sword is determined, that sword is already his partner, unless you have decided to give up the way of the sword, unless you decide not to use the sword in the future, otherwise the sword is there.

"Follow me." Looking at Lin Ye, Sun Baifa turned around and walked towards the depths of the green forest.

Holding the sword in his hand, Lin Ye silently followed behind Sun Baifa.