Xie Zheng took a deep breath, slowly raised his hand, and trembled to probe his snort.

Although her chest did not rise and fall, fortunately, there was still a faint breath, which made her immediately relieved, but after searching all over her body, she did not find even a single wound medicine.

Xie Zheng's heart was in turmoil, her palms were full of cold sweat, she was not a medical cultivator, and she didn't know how to treat such an injured person with penetrating injuries in her chest without spiritual power and elixir.

"Master Ciyin?" A tentative cry was made, but the unconscious man did not respond.

Is he going to die here?

An indescribable anger spread from the bottom of her heart, and in an instant, it burned into a prairie fire, almost burning her will.

"Thanks... Kite? ”

At the moment when the emotion was about to explode, the blood-soaked person suddenly opened his eyes and made a faint sound.

"Is that you?"

Hearing his voice, the monstrous anger was instantly extinguished, Xie Zheng hurriedly squatted down and leaned closer: "It's me." ”

As soon as the words came out, she realized that her voice had taken on an obvious cry.

Because of excessive blood loss, Ciyin's face was as pale as paper, and her lips, which used to be smiling compassionately, were also pale.

"It's okay, I've finally waited for you."

After saying this, he used all his strength to reveal a shallow smile.

"I'm glad to see you here."

Xie Zheng's eyes were sour, she looked away, blinked vigorously, and asked, "What happened?" Why did you get hurt by Broken Moon? It's me... Did it hurt you? ”

Hearing this, Ciyin shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "It has nothing to do with you, this is my fate." ”

Fate, fate!

There is no way she will ever believe these two words in her life!

"Don't say anything about fate, don't talk anymore, I'll go find medicine for you, I won't let you die!"

As she spoke, she staggered up from the ground and was about to run out, but Ciyin grabbed her sleeve.

"I don't really exist, even if I die now, for you, it's just a dream."

Xie Zheng paused and looked back at him: "What did you say?" ”

Ciyin smiled and was about to open his mouth to explain, but Xie Zheng interrupted him sharply with a mocking face.

"A dream of yellow sorghum? Do you know that if you die under the Broken Moon Sword today, I will never be able to get out of this nightmare! ”

Hearing this, the smile on the corner of Ciyin's lips froze slightly: "I'm sorry, it's me who didn't think it through." ”

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly raised his hand and pulled out the Folding Moon Sword that pierced through his chest, and in an instant, blood gushed out.

"You're crazy!"

Almost without hesitation, Xie Zheng immediately pounced, covered his chest and the bloody hole behind him, and scolded fiercely: "You monk, you are really crazy!" Don't you want to die?! ”

Without the elixir, he couldn't stop the bleeding at all, Xie Zheng was anxious and angry, but Ciyin himself didn't care about his injury at all, just lowered his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him, feeling the warm breath so close, and the sound of a vibrant heartbeat.

His black and white eyes flashed a hint of softness, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

"When I was a teenager, I said goodbye to Fengchuan City, I haven't seen each other for a hundred years, but I didn't expect to meet again, but it was yin and yang."

The wound gradually stopped bleeding, Ciyin's voice became weaker and weaker, and even the small light under his eyes gradually disappeared.

Xie Zheng almost held him in a circle posture, and pressed his wound hard with both arms, but to no avail, the person's vitality was still passing rapidly.

If this continues, he will really die.

"Ciyin, you have to think of a way, can you not die?"

Hearing this, Ciyin chuckled, raised her hand and wanted to wipe off the blood stains on her cheeks, but she didn't want to wipe it more, but the more blood stains there were.

He couldn't help but laugh: "Don't cry, we'll see each other again." ”

After saying this sentence slowly, Xie Zheng suddenly felt a weight on his shoulders, the heartbeat of the person in his arms suddenly stopped, and the weak breathing on the tip of his nose disappeared completely.

Ciyin died, died in her arms.

Her mind was empty, and only this realization remained, and great sadness came from all directions, instantly overwhelming her.

……

"Thank you..."

"Thank you..."

I don't know how long it took, but after a long silence in the dark, the familiar voice seemed to cross thousands of mountains and rivers, and came from the far end of the darkness.

Xie Zheng opened her eyes suddenly, and in the next moment, the scene changed rapidly, and she actually left the cave, until a dazzling white light flashed, and Ciyin's extremely beautiful face appeared in front of her.

"You're not dead?"

"Thank you?"

The two spoke almost at the same time, Ciyin heard her words, was slightly stunned, and said with a smile: "Of course I'm not dead, and I'm alive and well." ”

The wind was clear, the sunlight was shining through the dense shadows of the trees and dappled spots of light on the ground, and the young monk with delicate eyebrows and eyes was squatting in front of her, with a familiar smile on the corner of his lips.

It took Xie Zheng a while to completely suppress Fang Cai's emotions that were almost bursting out, and then he considered speaking.

"I just... I saw that you died under the Folding Moon Sword, also in a cave at the foot of Xuelan Mountain. ”

After a pause, she seemed to remember something, and her face suddenly changed: "That's right, it's the cave we chased the fire snake to, the broken moon penetrated through the left chest, and you died of blood loss." ”

Ciyin still had a normal smile on her face, as if she was only telling an inconsequential dream, and his indifferent appearance made Xie Zheng feel a little irritated for no reason.

Before she could figure out where these depressions came from, she suddenly remembered what the dead Ciyin had said, so she asked, "You are also from Fengchuan?" ”

Hearing her question, Ciyin nodded and smiled: "My father's surname is Yan, and he is the current Fengchuan City Lord, and I am the third in the family. ”

Xie Zheng: "......"

Good guy, the famous Zen Buddha is actually the third son of the Yan family in Fengchuan City, and she never knew about this matter!

However, Buddhist cultivation is even more different from other monks, if other monks are willing, in fact, they do not necessarily have to cut off the earthly edge, and once they enter the Buddhist gate, they really draw a clear line with the world, and it is no wonder that the Yan family never preaches these.

Seeing that she was silent for a long time, Ciyin curled her lips and smiled, and asked, "But what do you remember?" ”

Xie Zheng was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look at him: "Huh? What do you remember? ”

It still doesn't seem to remember anything.

Ciyin shook her head, but smiled silently.

The spirit fell into the night mist, and as a result, she inexplicably went to Xuelan Mountain and witnessed a bloody death that was inextricably linked to her.

But standing in front of her alive is the best answer, and those strange circumstances can hardly have any impact on her.

After calming down for a moment, Xie Zheng recalled the machine spirit and Bi Fang, who were waiting not far away but did not dare much, turned his head, and invited the young monk, his eyes clear and calm.

"Master Ciyin, I'm going to Xishi to find Xu Lianjun, do you want to come along?"

When Ciyin heard this, she was slightly stunned, and then responded gently: "Okay." ”