So in the end, in Jiang Sinan Tieqing's face, Xun Ming, who was in a coma, was thrown into the room of the scholar Jia Xianren, and Jiang Sinan, who felt that his innocence had been greatly hit, was nested in the room alone, ready not to go out for the next few days, ready to wait for the "limelight" to pass, and then go to the hook bar with many good-looking sisters to have a good look.

But it's better to forget about it these days, otherwise he will be drinking and having fun when the time comes, but the good-looking sister in his arms suddenly popped out and said, "Childe, you were carrying a ...... on your back that day", then talk about a hammer!

As long as he thought of this stubble, Jiang Sinan unconsciously rose in his heart and strangled the big-headed garlic that knew that it was "quite a corpse", and then strangled himself.

O iniquity!

Jiang Sinan doesn't go out, Xun Ming has been "lying down", Jia Xianren, who has almost no knowledge of things in the city, and has scared the "sisters" in those restaurants before, is even more unable to go out by himself, and borrowed some broken silver from Jiang Sinan to carefully select a book in an unknown small bookstore in an alley nearby, and then nested in the inn.

As for why a scholar still borrows money to buy books, it is because on the previous road, he was both unlucky and lucky to meet a monster, but he saved a small life by using the "golden cicada shell" on his back to carry the bookbox, but he lost the bookbox and the whole belongings inside.

Among them, the gains and losses are a little difficult to calculate, good luck and bad luck seem to depend on each other, and there is only a line of separation between the scholars.

However, judging from the results, he saved a life, and later met Jiang Sinan and Xun Ming, two of the mountain people, although it was indispensable, but after all, it was a small life.

Jiang Sinan, who is an "immortal" in the eyes of the people under the mountain, naturally no longer has to worry about food, and Xun lives ...... is still "standing up the corpse", in order to save trouble, Jiang Sinan spent some more silver taels to let the inn wrap Jia Xianren's meal and send him to the room regularly.

And a group of three people, two awake and one faint, stayed in the room all day and did not go out, so that the proprietress who was in charge of delivering the meal on a "whim" looked at Jia Xianren with more and more wrong eyes.

And Jia Xianren, who can regard the scratching posture of the "good-looking sisters" as a physical illness, naturally did not notice the changing eyes of the proprietress day by day, and the different meaning contained in the eyes.

If Jiang Sinan came to take over the food box, then he probably didn't wait for the boss lady to knock on the door to deliver the meal the next day and ran away overnight, too fucking crooked!

Can I, Young Master Jiang, suffer this grievance? I just became a Jindan sword cultivator!

As for Xun Ming, Jiang Sinan was still a little worried at first that he was so seriously injured, would he swallow his breath and "go west" without saying a word, and then leave a yellow mud to drop the crotch of his pants and split the terrifying woman in half with a sword.

However, after he and Jia Xianren met, he was surprised to find that the "tall corpse" had a large piece of flesh missing on his left arm, and the wound on the white bones was almost completely healed, not to mention the other large and small wounds on his body, and there was no trace of even a trace of injury.

This made Jiang Sinan even more puzzled in surprise, but it was just that the young sect master of the Leaning Moon Sect had a solid pocket, and he swallowed some high-level pill before falling.

After all, "if there is a teacher, there must be an apprentice", and Xun Ming's master, the sect master of the slanting moon, and Chu Tianheng, the sword immortal of Mangyue, is the "old yin stick of the dog day" in the mouth of Master Jiang Sinan, so all this makes sense, Jiang Sinan really didn't think that Xun Ming's heart would be so big, and he didn't do anything to prepare, so he directly "stud" came to such a terrifying sword.

But this stinky boy's "preparation" is also a stinky chess basket with one hand, and his mother is still sleeping, so Lao Tzu has carried the whole way.

If it weren't for that demon...... Scary fairy sister, Lao Tzu will sell it directly to you in the kiln!

Thinking like this, Jiang Sinan was a little worried for no reason.

Alas, if only we had a spirit boat......

This sword cultivation is really a fucking money......

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The endless darkness was like a thick curtain, covering Xun Ming's eyes, making him obviously open his eyes, but he seemed to be blind, unable to distinguish between heaven and earth, unable to distinguish things, everything in his field of vision was only deep and deep black.

The moment he opened his eyes, he subconsciously stretched out his hand and began to grope, but it was unsurprisingly empty, and he didn't touch anything.

It was as if in a secluded gloom, with no light, no people, nothing, not even the flow of time.

With the passage of time, confusion and incomprehension first rose, then indifference, then intensified, became out of control, and finally seemed to be buried in the dust, and finally fell silent.

Confusion, restlessness, anger, sorrow......

One emotion after another rises and falls, and finally dissipates little by little.

It is as if one seed after another sprouts out of the earth, grows savagely, and finally withers and is buried again in the soil.

I don't know how long it has passed, a day, a year, a decade, a hundred years?

All the seeds eventually withered and rotted, and in the empty darkness, only a monotonous mood remained, wandering slowly like a lonely ghost, not knowing where it came from, not knowing where it was going, just wandering slowly.

The brilliance in Xun Ming's dark eyes withered as those seeds germinated, dimming and cloudy little by little, and finally becoming hollow and boring.

I don't know how long it has been, and in the empty darkness, there is only one person who has gradually become inhuman, not ghostly, and a "ghost" who has been wandering tirelessly and for how long is slowly wandering.

I don't know how many years have passed silently.

The old man who was no longer young and his handsome face was already full of wrinkles, and the white hair like wild grass hung down messily on the ground behind him stood up from the ground tremblingly, and he took a breath of anger out of nowhere, and began to scold unabashedly, scolding the thief of the dog's day, scolding the bullshit world, scolding the waste Xun life, scolding the ruthless father and mother, and scolding the people who left him here alone......

After all, he was dying, and before he could scold a few words, he lost the borrowed Zhongqi, and began to cough violently, coughing uncontrollably, as if he wanted to cough out all his heart, liver, depression and unwillingness.

"Wow" vomited a mouthful of blood full of twilight and gloom, and the old man, who seemed to have fallen into the sunset on the top of the mountain, fell straight down, and smashed his face into the "blood puddle" formed by his mouthful of blood, his mouth was dark red, and his face was dark red.

It didn't take long for the eyes to become extremely hollow, and then they began to become cloudy.

In the gradually blurring darkness, the old man felt a heat in his chest, a vigor that he had not experienced for a long, long time, so that he had long forgotten the touch.

In the decaying and dry ground, only a layer of gloomy and gloomy skin and bones remained, as if a new life was rapidly conceived, and then rapidly grew, and soon, there was a pair of young and white skin, and at a glance, people could not help but rise up and love the baby's arms suddenly pierced the old man's chest.