The little beggar who has been sleeping deeply these days finally understands that his current state is mostly caused by the medicinal soup. The brown medicinal juice is extremely bitter, but under the blowing of the goose-yellow woman, it looks a little warm and sweet, judging from the speed of improvement of the wound on the body, it is not an ordinary medicinal material.

It's only been ten days' work, at least the little beggar is no problem to sit up. Although both arms could not move, but the fingers were still of some use, Lao Zhaohua took the booklet and put it on his lap, and pitifully bent his fingers to look through it.

During this time, the little beggar saw all the changes in his body, not only the healing of the wound, but also the vermilion fruit tree on his chest.

The change of clothes was not done by the old flowers, it was the goose-clothed Aunt Lan, who made the little beggar's face red with shame. Even the inference of wiping the body is also borne by Aunt Lan, but fortunately, she just wipes her hands and feet and does not need to be stripped thoroughly.

However, the water that wiped the body was also extraordinary, not to mention that it accelerated the healing of the wounds all over the body, and the diffuse fragrance did not disperse for several days, and it did not stink for the little beggar.

When the little beggar saw the fruit tree on his chest again, he realized that what he had seen that day was real.

The former fire-like fruit tree seemed to be half extinguished, and the fire was dim, and the momentum of burning the sky could no longer be seen, and even the feeling of vigorous and blazing heat about to rise out was no longer there.

The little beggar looked at this scene, his expression suddenly darkened, and Aunt Lan on the side did not speak, looking at the sadness of the villain on the bed.

He was very clear about the current condition of the little monkey, it was caused by saving himself, which he knew before he asked Lao Zhaohua, after all, the moment the red light in the forest was broken, as if there was an infinite tragic hiss exploding in his ears, and the sound was painful in his heart.

The little monkey is not dead, at least this is relatively good news.

But I don't know how long I have to wait to see the little brown monkey again.

"After the shackles are broken?" The little beggar looked at the old flower with heavy eyes, this is the answer that the old flower gave him, "How long will it take for me to break the shackles?" His eyes were a little scorching, no one could say for sure what was going on with the broken shackles, but he knew that the old man was called the flowers!

"Up to three years. ”

"Definitely?"

"Definitely!" Lao Hua's tone was very affirmative, as if he had never thought that his little beggar would fail to break the shackles, even if he had broken it many times before.

The woman in goose was also there, looking at the two quietly, although there was still a faint smile on her face, the thick sadness in her eyes was very heavy, she just wanted him to be an ordinary person!

The little beggar didn't speak, but turned her gaze to the black and red belt that still existed at her waist after changing her clothes many times, and Aunt Lan, who changed her clothes, would never take this belt away for washing.

There was also a tattered iron sword wrapped in strips of cloth at his side, and whenever the little beggar's gaze touched it, there was always an unexplained irritability in his heart, not knowing whether it was a sword or a person. But he didn't move the broken sword away, after all, it was his little beggar's own choice.

The black and red girdle is undoubtedly the strange soft sword in the dream, although I don't know where the pheasant Gui has gone, then I feel the familiar fluctuations faintly coming from that belt, and many things don't need to be delved into.

Thinking about it, Pheasant Gui was originally a sharp weapon for killing, and this pitch black and deep may be more suitable for it.

"A name?"

Lao Minghua seemed to see the constant rippling thoughts in his eyes.

"It's a pheasant, and it's not a pheasant. Seeing that the little beggar only looked at him but did not speak, Lao Hua continued, "'Pheasant Gui' is the name I gave it, and when the owner is changed, its appearance has changed. ”

The little beggar was not happy because of this sentence, although he got the soft sword that he had loved for a long time, but he was no longer the one who watched the old flowers dancing in the sun in the City God's Temple, and the pheasant was not the pheasant he used to be.

He didn't answer, but pondered.

Lao Zhaohua didn't speak again.

The little beggar understands that this sword can no longer be called Pheasant Gui's after all, memories are memories, but too many memories are involved in the present, and it will only be himself who will be sad in the end, and for him who wants to cultivate the sword, this is not respect for a sword.

A sword can have different hosts, or maybe only one host, but for different hosts, the sword should have its own name, which is the mutual recognition between the sword and people.

Black dragon, black sword like a dragon, this is what the little beggar thought of at the first time, but it does not conform to this sword. The soft sword is like a yin snake, and it is not the domineering head of Long Zhen Jiutian.

"'Cangliu'. ”

The little beggar was stunned, and read a few more words at the corner of his mouth, the belt around his waist seemed to feel something, and there was no wind in the room, but the two strands of tail belt that hung down were swinging in the air, flowing leisurely.

Cangliu, Cangliu. The old flower understands it, and Aunt Lan next to her is not stupid.

Broken and long-lasting, the common people linger.

The scene of the broken river water burying a lot of things for the little beggar. The river is ruthless, seeing the common people but leaving no life, maybe it is not the river that is ruthless, the people are unrighteous, no one can understand.

Yun Yunsheng, like water, the vast world, who stays?

Rolling river, revenant soul swimming, ruthless vicissitudes, flowing since ancient times.

Speechless.

The words that come to his mouth do not say but also understand the sadness in his heart, these days, in the books he reads, the little beggar also understands the so-called chance in the word Liuchuan.

Whenever he is seriously injured, it is always the time when the little beggar's knowledge increases, which is not only the experience brought by the injury, but also the pile of pamphlets that he always throws to him after each injury.

In the book "Xuanjing" written by Shu Shengzhai, an explanation is given for this thousand years of failure.

The river on the ground is broken, but the river in the sky is rushing, and even because of the coming of this broken day, it becomes more and more turbulent.

But this broken river water, in addition to the small break once a year, there is also a large break once a thousand years, which is what the little beggar saw this time.

This thousand-year-old break is not hidden in many places in the Southern Xuan Domain, but it is the only place that is located downstream. Shu Shengzhai's "Xuanjing" is also bought and sold downstream, but it is only faint about the Broken Cang River Basin in this area, and there is not much mention.

Moreover, there are many mortals downstream, and even though there are records in the history books, there are enough things to happen in these thousand years. And there are very few cultivators downstream who can live for a thousand years, so this broken Cangjiang River has become a scar for those downstream, a scar that occasionally looks a little beautiful.

It is indeed beautiful, and even more so in the eyes of the upper and middle streams.

When the thousand-year-old break of the cangs has absorbed enough qi and blood, this grand event that belongs to the entire Southern Xuan Domain has been opened. There is still a hundred years to go before the opening of the Broken Cang Secret Realm, and when there is still a year before this hundred-year period, the entrance to the secret realm will be revealed, and the excitement of thousands of destined people from Nanxuan will unfold.

But if you talk about this excitement in detail, it doesn't just belong to thousands of destined people. Because of the word Liuchuan, it can be taken. The little beggar understands this very well.

Kill his people, draw the blood of the whole body, re-enter the broken cang, and then get the vermilion stream. Although the steps are simple, but the sale of murder and goods, but Liuchuan is condensed, but the position of the appearance is not fixed, most of them are wedding dresses for others.

However, after 10,000 years of exploration of the broken Cangjiang River, it has long been known that the location of the Vermilion River condensation again is related to the number of people gathered in the basin, and it seems that this blood-stained river also prefers to drill where the blood is seen.

Therefore, the entrance to the Broken Cang Secret Realm should be said to be the bloodiest place.

That's all for later.

At this time, the little beggar looked at the "Xuanjing" on his lap that he got from nowhere, his chest rose and fell heavily, and he twitched the wound on his body.

There was silence in the room, and the two pushed the door out again, leaving only the little beggar composed. He didn't need to ask, just look at the brochure in front of him, and it would be enough.