"I've seen a lot of dead people, so I can't be wrong."

Yang Liu looked at him and said, "You're really going to die." ”

Su Qingming said, "I know. ”

He was seriously injured, his internal organs were broken, and his blood and qi were gone, and even the most precious elixir could not be saved, unless he could get a fairy urn.

Yang Liu said: "Can you tell me before you die, who are you?" ”

Su Qingming said, "You've seen me. ”

Yang Liu said: "Even if you are Zhuo Jianzun's personal disciple, it is impossible for you to be so powerful. ”

Being able to escape from the sword of the Xizhou Sword Saint with her is not something that those so-called young geniuses can do.

If this matter spreads, it will inevitably shake the whole wilderness, or no one will believe it.

Yang Liu didn't believe that he was just a disciple of the Sword Sect named Su Qingming.

Su Qingming did not answer her question.

Because of excessive blood loss, there is no blood on his face now, but his eyebrows and eyes are still so perfect, and he looks more and more like a real person, like a jade carving.

When the Xizhou Sword Master was lying in the sea, he also had a similar feeling.

"I suggest that you turn into a sword soul, you may still fall apart in the end, but you can always live a little longer."

Yang Liu's proposal seems simple, but it reveals that her knowledge and Taoist attainments are unimaginable.

Su Qingming had no way to turn himself into a sword ghost again, and if he wanted to survive, he needed to use other methods, and said, "Lend me your thread." ”

Hearing this, Yang Liu's eyes were slightly cold, and he asked, "Who are you?" ”

Su Qingming still didn't answer, and slowly raised his right hand and stretched out his index finger.

Yang Liu looked at him and was silent for a moment, and also stretched out a finger.

Two fingers meet in the sea breeze.

One-touch to part.

But I can't really tell the difference.

An extremely thin, viscous thread emerges between the two fingers that are gradually parting.

This thin silk thread is transparent, condenses with the wind, and moves slightly against the wind, making it extremely tough.

In the sunlight, the silk threads shimmer with a golden jade color, but they are extremely light.

The filaments emerge from the fingertips of the willows.

The picture looks like a spring silkworm spinning silk.

The black iron sword appeared, hanging silently on the beach, right where the shoulders of the two men touched.

Su Qingming glued the extremely thin silk to the blade of the iron sword.

The iron sword came to his abdomen with the thread, trembling slightly.

Yang Liu didn't understand what he was doing.

The iron sword actually moves in a very small area, but because it is so fast, it looks like it is trembling.

It didn't take long for the iron sword to take that extremely thin silk to another place in Su Qing's abdomen.

"I'm sewing the flesh on the back, mending the cracks in the vertebrae."

Su Qingming explained.

Yang Liu couldn't sit up, couldn't see the picture there, and only felt that this thing was too ridiculous.

If this is the case, her snow spider silk was actually sewn into her body by this man, and she felt even more weird.

Snow spider silk is the thinnest and toughest silk thread in the world, and it is perfect for stitching wounds.

It's just that except for Yang Liu and the current Bai Zao, no one can find so much snow spider silk.

The iron sword moved at high speed with the snow spider silk in Su Qingming's abdomen, and kept stitching.

After dozens of breaths, the fissure in the vertebrae was repaired, and the iron sword moved elsewhere and began to stitch up the internal organs.

Of course, it is not only the internal organs themselves that need to be sutured, but also the mucous membranes and blood vessels on the surface, which requires more precision and subtlety.

But the speed of the iron sword did not slow down, but faster, bringing out the remnants of the Dao Dao.

"How do you feel faster?" Yang Liu asked.

Su Qingming said: "It seems simple to repair the bones, but in fact, it is troublesome, those gray-white fibers in it are very fine, and my bones are very hard. ”

Yang Liu said: "Have you done something similar before? ”

Su Qingming said: "I have studied. ”

As they spoke, the iron sword stitched two severed intestines and began to stitch up the others.

After the internal organs are sutured, there are the muscles, and finally the skin.

The sea breeze blows the slanting sun, and time fades by.

I don't know how long it took, but the iron sword ended trembling and hung quietly in front of the two people.

The gold-like snow spider silk broke with the wind and was collected into the fingertips.

Yang Liu looked at his abdomen and found that it was smooth as usual, but there was an extra thin line of blood, and no other problems could be seen.

"You should be a doctor in this craft."

Su Qingming said: "The main thing is that Chen Jing's sword is fast enough. ”

The sword light from more than ten miles away was too sharp, so the wound was so smooth and smooth.

If the wound is a mess, like this beach, it will be a lot more troublesome to deal with.

Of course, there are very few things in this world that can cut off his body.

Yang Liu noticed that he called the Xizhou Sword Saint Chen Jing.

There are already too many such questions.

"That's it?" She asked.

Su Qingming said: "No, it's just sewn together, and then we have to let them grow on their own, it will take a long time, but I won't die." ”

Yang Liu said: "Then, now it's my turn to die." ”

She suffered not external injuries, but fatal internal injuries.

In order to ensure that she could kill the Xizhou Sword Master, she was very close to him when she struck, and the damage she suffered was naturally extremely serious.

The sword of the Xizhou Sword Saint directly broke her three Dao veins.

Her body seemed to be intact at this time, but in fact, she was unable to move from the neck down, like a paralyzed patient, and her vitality was still gradually dissipating.

Even if Su Qingming's iron sword could sew up the slightest wound, it couldn't heal her injuries.

"You're not going to die."

After Su Qingming said this, he felt that this picture and this conversation seemed to have happened.

Years ago, or hundreds of years ago.

Yang Liu glanced at him and said, "Really? ”

After saying this, she closed her eyes and began to rest.

The sun is more slanting, the sunset is more beautiful, and the sea seems to be burning.

More and more dead fish floated from afar, attracting more and more seabirds, which kept falling towards the surface of the sea, and then flew up again, making a noisy cry, and from a distance, it looked like countless sparks.

Su Qingming turned her head to look at her face.

Closed eyes are like two lines, eyelashes that are neither long nor short are more lines, the mouth is a line, and the bridge of the nose is also a line.

This is an ordinary face, not the same as before.

At that time, she was not peerless and beautiful, but she could be called dazzling, whether it was in the Nu River of Montenegro or in the prosperous world, she could remember it at a glance.

However, no matter which one she is, he has never been able to understand him anyway, just like she should never have understood him.

"Your realm is not as good as me now, but you want to kill Chen Jing, what are you thinking? You've been stuck in the fugue for hundreds of years, never able to break through,...... Then why do you still live like you used to, delay your practice, waste your time, and even give your life for these unimportant things? Saint's time is running out, what about you? ”

Su Qingming looked at her face, thinking about these questions.

As night approaches, the sky is full of stars, lighting up the beach.

Yang Liu opened his eyes and reflected the starlight, which was very bright.

The water star is the star in the sky.

What is the person in front of you?

She looked at Su Qingming quietly and did not speak.

Su Qingming didn't speak, he thought it was very good, unlike many years ago, when she kept talking reasonably, it was very annoying.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Liu's eyelashes moved slightly, and he said, "You said I wouldn't die." ”

Su Qingming said, "Yes." ”

Yang Liu said: "Then why do I think you look like you're looking at a dead person." ”

Or someone who should have died.

The corners of Su Qingming's lips slowly curled, forming a beautiful arc, and he replied with a polite smile.

"Your face is indeed good-looking, but don't use it as a weapon against me, the concept of good-looking is just a choice of better bloodlines when life is extended......"

"And I'm not interested in these things. ”

Su Qingming thought what she said made sense, but she wasn't interested.

He doesn't like to listen to reasoning, and he doesn't like to be reasonable, so he only said something to Zhao Layue.

And he had heard Yang Liu say something similar many years ago, and those were annoying memories that he wanted to forget.

He just wanted to come and see her, and he wasn't ready to meet, but he didn't expect the situation to force him to meet anyway, and they were so close that they were right in front of him.

What to do? Su Qingming closed his eyes directly.

Yang Liu didn't expect him to have such a reaction.

She looked at Su Qingming's face and suddenly came to a conclusion.

- Although I am not interested in those things, a good-looking face is indeed more pleasant than an ugly face.

Neither the Tao mind nor Zen will completely erase the deepest things in life, and forgetfulness is not ruthless, otherwise it will become inhuman.

She understands this truth better than anyone else, and naturally she can accept it easily, so she looked at Su Qingming's face like this for a long time.

The stars are silent, eternally immovable, but they change with time, and when the morning light grows, they quietly disappear.

Su Qingming opened his eyes and woke up.

He looked at himself with his sword and made sure that there was nothing wrong with the sutures in his body.

Then he looked at his toes, tried to move, and found that the thumb of his right foot was already able to bounce on its own.

After a night, those gray bundles in the vertebrae were finally connected, and that was the most important thing.

He slowly retracted his right leg, his movements slow and clumsy, stiff, like a puppet imitating a human.

With his right leg bent and the soles of his feet on the sand, he slowly turned, his palms fell, supporting his body, and then he rose inch by inch.

His movements were so slow that the picture looked like it had slowed down dozens of times.