Ugly?

Why is it an ugly character? Does it mean that this man in black looks very ugly? Zhang Ling was puzzled, he tore off the black scarf on the face of the man in black, but found that this man was at least seventy or eighty years old. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info But there aren't a lot of wrinkles on his face, but his hair is all white, and he has a square face, if you just look at the face, this person is still a little powerful, so it has nothing to do with ugly words at all.

So what is this wooden sign that he wears closely?

Zhang Ling put away the wooden card, and walked towards the palace with the man in black in one hand, it was late at night, the moon was hanging high, the yellow crescent moon was hanging faintly, and the cold stars were silent.

Yu Ziyu sat with his cheeks dragged, looking drowsy. A large area was vacated around her, the Imperial Forest Army was cleaning up the messy palace, and a group of ministers gathered around the emperor, looking at Yu Ziyu in horror.

This is what Zhang Ling saw when he came in, there were two rows of corpses side by side on the ground, but it was not bloody, many of the dead people had strange marks on their necks, and they collapsed softly. There are black lines in his heart, and he always feels that this way of death is not as good as the man in black who was slapped to death by him.

Everyone looked at Zhang Ling and let out a big sigh.

When Yu Ziyu saw him come in, he ran over anxiously, looked at his wound and asked, "Why did you suffer such a serious injury?"

Zhang Ling's heart warmed, and he smiled: "It's okay, skin trauma." ”

"Hmm. Yu Ziyu replied in a low voice, tore off his hem of clothes, bandaged Zhang Ling briefly, and said softly: "Let's go back!"

"Good. Zhang Ling replied softly. Then he looked at the emperor and said, "Your Majesty, I have killed the leader of this assassin, but I was also seriously injured, so I retired first." ”

The emperor walked over nervously, looked at Zhang Ling carefully, and found that his right arm was hanging softly, and the wound on his shoulder was deep and visible just now, and although he stood straight, like a sharp sword, his face was pale and his clothes were stained with blood everywhere. The emperor felt a pain in his heart, and said, "With such a serious injury, just live in the palace! ”

Zhang Ling smiled freely and said: "The emperor still spares me, besides, my injury is a monk's injury, the imperial doctor may not be able to heal it, the palace has changed greatly, it will inevitably be chaotic, Yunwang's Mansion is clean, suitable for me to recuperate." ”

When the emperor heard him say this, he nodded and ordered: "Then I will send you back with a dragon chariot, you have to rest well, and you will not be in the palace for a few days." ”

Zhang Ling nodded yes, and walked out of the palace with the help of Yu Ziyu, and saw that Long Ling was stopping outside, thinking that the emperor was going to ride when he left, but he was distressed that Zhang Ling was seriously injured, so he ordered them to send Zhang Ling back.

The ministers were escorted out of the palace by the Imperial Forest Army, and then safely escorted home, and they talked a lot, but they did not discuss the fact that the emperor sent Zhang Ling back with a dragon chariot.

They all saw it in their eyes, if it weren't for Zhang Ling and the little girl who came with him this night, I am afraid that tomorrow this Yue country will be full of white mulberry, and there will be riots everywhere, and the people will not be able to make a living.

Zhang Ling saved the Yue country!

There were still some ministers who suspected that Zhang Ling had saved the people of Xia Guo, and I was afraid that there was collusion in private, and at this moment they only felt that they were living the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. If Zhang Ling really colluded with the Xia people to plot against him, why did he desperately protect everyone, at that time, he just pretended to be defeated and then fled, after all, no one knew what his strength was.

I think the emperor thought the same thing in his heart, right? In that case, Zhang Ling was not cowardly, especially when Yu Ziyu saved everyone later, although they were frightened of this girl, they were also grateful to her in their hearts.

A night of terror.

When Zhang Ling and Yu Ziyu came back, Ming Xu and the others were still sleeping.

There was a commotion in the palace, there was peace outside the palace, and the assassination would be in a uproar with the return of the ministers, but now it was rare to be quiet.

"Don't alarm them, go and rest! Zhang Ling said softly, he rarely has such a gentle time, and he always teases Yu Ziyu on weekdays, but he is so gentle now, which makes Yu Ziyu a little sad.

His face was pale, his clothes were stained with blood, and his right arm hung limply, obviously with broken bones and a broken arm. But he still smiled gently, spoke gently, and even his eyes were gentle.

Yu Ziyu gritted his silver teeth lightly, reached out and took off Zhang Ling's clothes, leaving only a pair of obscene pants.

Zhang Ling looked up at the roof, letting Yu Ziyu wipe his body, feeling the inexplicable throbbing of her cool fingers brushing against his skin.

Yu Ziyu cleaned up the blood stains on his body, her face was flushed, and she just silently did what she wanted to do.

There was a black palm print on his chest, which was caused by Zhang Ling's accidental sneak attack by the man in black at first.

There were many small cracks on his palms, blood vessels burst on his arms, and even two cracked, winding like tiny snakes, Yu Ziyu was a little scared. She gently stroked the scars, and her heart was sad and painful.

She didn't know what was wrong with her.

She had never had such emotions before, since birth, never.

For the first time, Yu Ziyu felt that in addition to her senior brother in Qinglan Domain, there was such a person who accidentally walked into her heart.

Like a vine, with Zhang Ling's blood and his gentleness, it took root in his heart. It was a strange feeling, she had never had it before, but she loved it, and she even felt that it made her happy.

The redness on her face spread to the root of her ears, and her small ears looked even more cute, she gently connected the broken bones at his wound, watching Zhang Ling grit his teeth in pain but not making a sound, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and then helped him with medicine and bandage, she had always been gentle and careful.

After doing everything, he pinched his sleeves to wipe the cold sweat on Zhang Ling's forehead, and then put on clothes for him.

Zhang Ling didn't speak, he looked at the roof, feeling every inch of his skin crossed by Yu Ziyu's cool hand as hot as fire, and the cold winter night seemed to become warm.

The ambiguous aura made him a little unnatural.

The injury is indeed not too serious, and his current cultivation can completely take the bone by himself, but the process will be more painful, and the injury to the skin and flesh will only heal in two or three days. The cultivation is high, and the recovery ability is different from ordinary people, but these Yu Ziyu don't know.

But Zhang Ling didn't pick out these things, he sat quietly, feeling Yu Ziyu's rare emotional exposure.

This girl is eccentric, but she seems to have settled down a lot with him all the way to the capital, but Zhang Ling knows that she has an incomparably thick heart, even if it is the frolic on weekdays, it is just her way of behaving, not what she thinks in her heart.

"Go and rest! I'll go first. Yu Ziyu said in a low voice, and hurriedly ran out before Zhang Ling could react.

The weather outside was even colder, Yu Ziyu covered his burning cheeks with both hands, and then he felt that he was too bold to take off a man's clothes, and he touched it so closely!

Yu Ziyu felt that her cheeks were burning as if they were about to explode, but why was there a little happiness in her heart?

Are you a prodigal?" Yu Zi asked himself in a daze, and then hurriedly ran back to his room.

Zhang Ling listened to the movement outside the door, then he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at his clean clothes and arms, and smiled softly.

Yuzi language!

Sub-language!

Zhang Ling sat on the bed and then crossed his knees to cultivate.

The white air flow is rolling and flowing like a long river, and the place where the man in black was surprised was also the place where Zhang Ling was surprised, and he only learned today that the Mixed Yuan Sutra was so amazing!

His consumption is almost proportional to his absorption, and if he consumes thirty percent of his mana, two and a half percent will be replenished, this kind of absorption has never been done before, and the master has never told him about this situation, but I think the master doesn't know, right?

Zhang Ling was pleasantly surprised in his heart, when he was very young, when he first started cultivating, his master gave him a lot of scriptures, but his cultivation speed was too slow, not because his qualifications were not good, but because those scriptures seemed to be incompatible with his body, if his body could absorb one liter of Yuan Force, the Yuan Force absorbed by those scriptures would only be half a liter or even less.

The old man of Nanhai was also a little surprised, and later told Zhang Ling, who was still very young at that time, that the Mixed Yuan Sutra was a top-level scripture, but no one had ever successfully cultivated this scripture except for the founder, and that kind of pain would make the cultivator fall into the inner demon until he died, and even if he did not fall into the inner demon, he would not be able to bear that kind of pain and be painfully killed.

He said such things simply because he didn't want Zhang Ling to cultivate, but Zhang Ling at that time was young and simple, ignorant, he only knew that his sister's cultivation speed was very fast, but he had been cultivating very slowly, he was very envious of his sister, and he wanted to be like his sister. At that time, he didn't know what pain was, he thought it was the kind of pain that he accidentally broke his knee when he accidentally fell, and he felt that he could accept it completely.

At that time, he didn't know how painful it would be to be able to torture people to death, he just wanted to be the same as his sister, because the master said that after cultivation, he could fly like him, and if his sister could fly but he couldn't fly, he felt that it was the pain when he was young.

Therefore, he chose to cultivate the Mixed Yuan Sutra without hesitation.

So he experienced what is the ultimate pain.

Mental pain and physical pain are two extremes.

The pain of the mind will make people die, and the pain of the flesh will make people mad.

From the age of two, he began to suffer pain that others might not have been exposed to in their entire lives, and it was then that he understood what Master said, a kind of pain that can hurt people to death.

The Mixed Yuan Sword Yuan is different from other Yuan Forces, when others cultivate, they purify and absorb the Yuan Force of Heaven and Earth into their own Yuan Force, and after the Mixed Yuan Sutra needs to turn the Yuan Force of Heaven and Earth into their own Yuan Force, they also need to transform this Yuan Force into a sword element, and the process of transforming it into a sword element is to experience the process from life to death.

At that time, his meridians were fragile, how domineering Jian Yuan was, even his own often cut the meridians, and even if Jian Yuan cut the meridians if he didn't control them, then Jian Yuan would riot like an ordinary Yuan force, and the result was that Jian Yuan would even rush out of the body surface from the meridians, and in the first year, Zhang Ling's cultivation time was not as long as his own coma.

In the second year, his master used the spirit grass and spirit fruit to wash his muscles and cut the marrow and consolidate the meridians, and at that time, he also learned to endure the pain when the meridians were punctured, and stabilized the sword yuan, from a coma every three or four days before to an average of once a month.

In his third year, he was in a coma only once, and for the last time, but that time it nearly killed him. He ate too many spiritual things, and the huge spiritual power accumulated in his body was automatically transformed by Jian Yuan, and the huge Jian Yuan flowed in physical strength, Zhang Ling was so painful that his will collapsed, lying on the ground and wailing, and finally Jian Yuan rioted, and came out of his body, he was only five years old at that time, and the little young son was covered with slap-long sword wounds, he almost became a bloody man, Zhang Yao hugged him and cried bitterly, calling his brother over and over again, but Zhang Ling had no reaction.

He almost stopped breathing when the old man of the South China Sea knew it, and that time he was in a coma for a month.

Later, when he was cultivating, Zhang Ling no longer ate those spiritual things, and began to consciously guide the sword yuan to flow in his body, under the scorching sun, in the middle of the night, he tasted the pain like Ling Chi over and over again, but there was no longer any such thing as being cut by the sword yuan.

In the fifth year, Zhang Ling found that even if he didn't use his own guidance, Jian Yuan would automatically transform the Yuan Force in his body, which made Zhang Ling very happy, which showed that his cultivation speed could be faster.

In the sixth year, Zhang Ling found that the Yuan Force he absorbed would directly become the Sword Yuan, directly ignoring the process of transformation, and he found that his meridians were extremely tough, even if he used the Sword Yuan to attack, he would only feel a slight pain but would never break again.

When he was nine years old, he could no longer feel the pain that Jian Yuan brought to him, and even he felt that Jian Yuan would bring a warm feeling between the flows, and this feeling became more and more obvious as his cultivation became stronger.

But it wasn't until today that he discovered that Jian Yuan didn't need him to absorb the Heaven and Earth Yuan Force by himself, and in the battle, Jian Yuan would absorb the Heaven and Earth Yuan Force by himself to replenish it, and when he cultivated by himself, this kind of cultivation speed Zhang Ling himself was a little astonishing.

His wounds were slowly healing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Zhang Ling broke out in a cold sweat.

The broken bones Yu Ziyu bandaged him, but in the deepest part of the place that was invisible to the naked eye, his bones had actually been shattered, otherwise his face would not have been painful with his tough nerves.

At this time, those shattered bones condensed little by little, and Jian Yuan stuck two broken bones together like glue, and then Jian Yuan merged into the bones, and the two broken bones became one.

Zhang Ling gritted his teeth and repaired his injuries, he had experienced more painful things than this, and this pain did not make him lose his mind.

The burst blood vessels were also slowly repaired under the operation of Jian Yuan, and the wounds on the palms of the hands had healed, and there were no scars, and it was completely impossible to see that the cracks were all over the place.

The blood vessels in his arm slowly constricted and returned to their normal appearance, and without looking at his right shoulder, no one knew that this body had suffered such a serious injury before.

When the sky was bright, the broken bones deep in Zhang Ling's right shoulder had been completely repaired, only the broken bones and the injuries on the flesh were still there, and there was a layer of black light, which was left by that person when he attacked Zhang Ling, and he forced it out of his body to this right shoulder.

The black light has a corrosive effect, Zhang Ling's right shoulder is miserable at this time, as if the medicine on Yu Ziyu is completely useless, that large area is flushed with purple red, bloodstained, and the corroded piece of flesh is deep and shallow, surrounded by black light filaments, and it feels terrible at a glance.

Zhang Ling breathed a sigh of relief and put his mind at ease.