Putuo of the South China Sea is located on an island in the South China Sea, isolated from the world, Zhong Tianling Xiu, the waterfall of the Qinghe River is sandwiched between the ancient mountains, the green bamboo and pine willows grow on the purple soil, the cicada chirps suddenly stops, and the white birds flutter when they look back...... The seasons have little effect here.

Buddha power flowed everywhere, and golden rays shrouded everything here, and the spiritual light was bursting, like a blissful world.

Ling Shuangyue finally came to the peak, looking at the closed courtyard gates around her, she felt that the sky was spinning, and she could hardly stand still.

Shizun is not in Putuo after all, and the senior sisters and sisters of the same door have all gone out of the mountain because of the demon changes in the world, and only himself and Senior Brother Ye are left here...... For more than a month, Bai was gone.

She put Ye Qingfeng on the ground, then sat on a boulder and gasped, and then slowly slid to the ground.

In the past month, she has given Ye Qingfeng mana almost every day, and there is no time for self-recovery, and the oil has long run out. In addition, she has been on the back of the nine-headed bird for too long, and she is so tired, and she has come to this point by relying on the firm idea of "saving people" in her heart to support her.

Now that hope is gone, she finally can't hold on and falls.

"Senior Brother Ye, what should I do, how can I save you?"

Ling Shuangyue muttered several times, her mind was chaotic, she had never had such a messy moment, she was so wise and calm before, but now her Buddha heart has cracked.

She knew her state, and she thought that after meeting Shizun, everything would be solved, but now... But the master is not there.

What to do?

Ling Shuangyue frowned and rubbed her temples, she was a resolute person after all, and she would not be defeated just like that.

Meditated a little to recover, maintained the most basic state of the body, and then picked up Ye Qingfeng with difficulty and continued to walk forward.

There is no one in Putuo in the South China Sea, and the nine-headed bird is already tired after flying for more than a month, and he and Senior Brother Ye can no longer bear the long journey... Now, it's all on your own.

So, where to go now?

I can only go to Zhuhai Lingquan.

Zhuhai Lingquan is one of the wonderful places in Putuo in the South China Sea, it is the place where the master usually meditates and enlightens the Buddha, where the bamboo trees are verdant and green, and the secret spring flows with aura, which is the most suitable place for cultivation and practice.

Ling Shuangyue didn't hesitate, and knew that now was not the time to hesitate, so she hurriedly carried Ye Qingfeng to the Bamboo Sea Spirit Spring and placed it on the boulder in the Spirit Spring under the bamboo tree.

The spiritual spring is not quiet, but flowing, active, surging with mana, containing clear energy. It would roll up like a wave, overflowing Ye Qingfeng's body, and then sink again, washing over and over again.

The sun is so bright, the blue sky is like a wash, the long wind is blowing, the bamboo trees are swaying, making a loud noise, the shadow of the leaves is swaying, brushing Ye Qingfeng's face, his face is so pale.

Ling Shuangyue sighed and muttered, "Senior Brother Ye, this spiritual spring is clear and contains the purest mana in heaven and earth, but it can only nourish your body, not save your soul. Keeping your body is all I can do, and the rest is up to you. ”

She smiled bitterly and said, "It's quiet here, I hope you can keep your heart ethereal, get out of the illusion engraved in your soul, wake up... There's still a lot of work to do in this world, and there are... A lot of people are waiting for you. ”

Finally finished speaking, Ling Shuangyue felt as if her heart was being pinched by a big hand, throbbing and suppressing, and she could barely breathe.

She stumbled out a few feet, sat down on another spiritual spring boulder, and said softly, "Frost Moon is here to accompany you, heal your injuries together, recover together, and get through this difficulty together." ”

She sat cross-legged, gradually calmed down, and began to recover.

The sky and the earth are clear, the sun shines warmth everywhere, the Buddha's light envelops everything, and the place falls into tranquility.

The flow of time seems to be uneven, sometimes slowing down, sometimes speeding up.

The spiritual spring surged, washing over Ye Qingfeng's body, washing off all his clothes, revealing a solid but scarred body. His body was so ancient that he had stopped breathing, but his physical body still had the most basic vitality.

Sunset and moonrise, moonset and sunrise, purple vapor steamed for three thousand miles, the blue sea reflected red light, and Ling Shuangyue finally opened her eyes.

Her body had recovered, but she was far from healing, but she was already feeling bad.

Walking to Ye Qingfeng's side, she reached out and gently probed Ye Qingfeng's body, and her face suddenly turned pale.

Cold and stiff, this is a sign that the dead qi is about to come out, which means that Ye Qingfeng's soul is getting weaker and weaker, and if he continues like this, he should completely leave his body.

No, Senior Brother Ye can't die.

Ling Shuangyue clenched her teeth and poured the little Buddha power she had just recovered into Ye Qingfeng's body, and in just a moment, she couldn't stand steadily.

"Senior Brother Ye, you must hold on, I believe in you so much, I believe that you are strong, and your will will will not be wiped out by the illusion. ”

With tears in her eyes, Ling Shuangyue sat directly on the ground and recovered.

Every time she recovered a little mana, she poured it into Ye Qingfeng's body, hoping to protect his soul from extinction.

In this way, the moon rose and fell, day after day, Ling Shuangyue persevered for two months, and finally fell completely.

The mana has been depleted for a long time, and it has been overloaded for a long time, even if it is the thickness of the frost moon, it can't withstand such unreasonable destruction.

She fell to the ground, her eyes dim, her face gray, and she gasped weakly.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, tears suddenly flowed from her eyes, and her mouth pursed and she almost cried.

I'm too tired and too desperate, is there really no way to save Senior Brother Ye?

Her head ached so hard that she felt like she was falling apart, unable to lift up a trace of strength.

She really used all her strength, she didn't know what she had to do to save Ye Qingfeng.

And what about Ye Qingfeng? He was still lying on the Lingquan boulder, bearing the washing of the clear spring, welcoming the moonlight, his face was calm, and his body was motionless.

He's also fighting.

In the spiritual sea divine consciousness, in the depths of consciousness, he was holding his sword, looking at the invincible evil dragon in front of him.

The dragon was so powerful, so terrifying, that it seemed like every breath was going to consume him, but he persevered.

Every inch of bone in his body seemed to be broken, every inch of muscle seemed to be shattered, the pain eroded his consciousness, and he only knew that he couldn't fall.

Every time in the most desperate moment, he would inexplicably gain a trace of strength, which was a faint yellow light emanating from the depths of his eyebrows, and it was these yellow lights that melted into his body, allowing him to hold on until now.

He didn't know what this yellow light was, but he could feel that it was so pure, so warm, and contained an indescribable power, although it was not big, but it could make him energetic.

He believes that he will not lose, and he will not lose.

Ye Qingfeng mentioned the Star Soul Sword again, this faint golden long sword has been here with him I don't know how long he has been fighting, this sword is as famous, the vast heroic soul is full of stars, indomitable, immortal and never retreating, fighting at the end of the fire, and then burying his bones in the earth, nourishing the green mountains, and turning into a part of the world.

This sword represents every ordinary soul, the eternal and unyielding will, and the greatness that is not afraid of death.

Ye Qingfeng has no background, he is not a divine beast, he is not an immortal, he has no enlightened Dao heart, and he does not have any strange bloodline. He was just the child of a ranger in Qinghe Town, an ordinary person.

But when the ordinary reaches the extreme, it is great.

The dragon's breath was so terrifying that it swept the entire world, and Ye Qingfeng finally fell.

He does not lack a mind, what he lacks is strength, a strong physique.

He saw the light again, still a bright yellow light, this time with few and thin yellow lights, but full of hopeful will.

Ye Qingfeng felt it, he always felt that this yellow light could wake up his sleeping heart, he stood up strong again, the sword in his hand began to tremble, and made a sonorous sound.

He looked down at the Star Soul Sword and smiled weakly, "Are you unwilling? yes, we are not reconciled. The brave will not retreat, he will only die on the way to battle. ”

"Seniors of the Heavenly Ce Mansion, I hope that your heroic spirits will help me and let me defeat the evil dragon. ”

So, in the deep soul, this young man with a long sword rushed towards the evil dragon again.

The moon and stars are scarce, and the bamboo shadows are swaying.

Ling Shuangyue opened her eyes, her body still did not improve, she even felt that she needed to eat, her mana was so depleted that she needed food to maintain her life.

She tried to drink a few sips of spiritual spring water, but she vomited it all, and her body was too traumatic to be repaired.

Mana can't support basic operations, so everything has to be accumulated from scratch.

She remembered that when she first studied Buddhism, those basic Buddhist scriptures were simple and popular, but they were full of Taoism. She lowered her head and read softly, her voice hoarse and weak, she murmured, and entered the world of consciousness of her own.

The Buddha light around her was stirring, but her body was trembling slightly, and there was a crack in the Buddha's heart, which was not easy to repair, and this crack had not found a solution until now.

After all... Senior Brother Ye is still in danger and on the verge of death.

She sighed faintly, restless, unable to meditate any longer.

Looking around, his brows suddenly wrinkled, and he saw that the bamboo trees around him were windless, and the spiritual spring began to surge wildly, and it turned up thin waves, as if it was swept up by a huge force, rolling up several feet of the sky.

The whole earth began to tremble, as if a giant beast was walking underground.

"What's going on?"

Ling Shuangyue's face changed slightly, as if she remembered something, and suddenly looked in the direction of Ye Qingfeng.

I saw that next to Ye Qingfeng's body, the long-sleeping Star Soul Sword suddenly emitted a shocking light, and then it roared and pierced into the void.

One after another sword light burst out, crushing the green bamboos, the remnants of the leaves fell all over the sky, and the moon shadow was heavy, piercing into the spiritual spring.

The spiritual spring swayed with Buddha light, and Ye Qingfeng**'s body trembled, and even a faint golden glow was stirred.

Ling Shuangyue stood up tremblingly, staring blankly at Ye Qingfeng in front of her, her eyes full of incredulity.

And under the bright moon, between the remnants of the green bamboo, among the droplets of the spiritual spring, a pair of cold eyes finally opened.