After the girl left, the young man in white subconsciously touched his waist, and the spirit sword was gone.

Jing Xin looked at his body and shook his head with a wry smile, sure enough, his body was overwhelmed, although the tendons and veins were not broken, they were like broken windows full of snowflakes, barely supported by that fragile film, so as not to scatter and break.

The internal organs have also stopped functioning, like mud, hanging in the body in vain, if it were a mortal, it would have died hundreds of times by this time.

As for the dantian and the life palace, which are the most important for the monks, the tightening of the contraction and the withering of the withering are simply bad and cannot be worse.

"Poisonous Dragon Sect!" the white-clothed young man viciously spat out the name of a sect.

I thought he would scold angrily next, but I didn't expect him to cry spinelessly.

"Is there anything you can't sit down and talk about? Can I not give it to you?!Now it's okay, I'm going to be mortal...... I've just attained the real fruit level!"

Then he lay down again.

After a few moments, he sat up suddenly.

Then he tugged at the quilt, rolled over, lay down again, and soon began to snore.

When the girl came back again, it was actually dark outside, and of course, this boudoir, which was only the size of a palm, had no way to perceive it because it had no windows.

The young man was still lying on the bed, and he did not know whether he was really sleeping or whether he was sleeping fakely.

The girl opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't wake him up.

I changed a candle, fetched a basin of water, put it on a chair next to me, and tested the temperature of the water with my own hands.

Leaning his upper body slightly, he looked down at the white-clothed young man on the bed with full attention, and looked at him carefully.

The movements were very light, wiping the young man's face and sideburns little by little.

I laughed to myself, like a peach blossom in April.

Sensing the movement, the young man opened his eyes.

"Childe, are you awake?"

"Why don't you call the immortal chief?"

"I ......"

The young man also asked casually, not wanting to leave too much entanglement on this issue, so he got to the point and said, "Okay, let's talk about it, what do you want me to help you with?"

In response to the young man's inquiry, the girl shook her head slightly, did not speak, turned around and silently arranged the washing face in the basin to wash, and after a while of cleaning, she lowered her head and walked out with the wooden basin.

Seeing this, the young man frowned, a little puzzled, but then relieved.

Women, no matter how strange they are, are not strange.

For the next period of time, it was all girls who were taking care of the young man in white.

But what the two said was very limited, and the first topic, the girl never mentioned it again.

The young man's body became thinner and weaker, and his skin gradually turned sallow, and the girl asked countless times if she wanted to see a doctor, but the young man refused.

Although his body was getting weaker, his spirit was getting more and more energetic.

The girl takes care of it more and more delicately, and often stares at the young man in a daze without blinking.

As the two got acquainted, Ye Chen learned that the girl was a geisha on a flower boat, and he was on the flower boat at the moment.

The girl was originally the daughter of a worldly family, but later the family fell into the middle of the road, leaving only her and her younger brother to rely on each other, and her sister made a living by selling art at the age of fourteen to support her nine-year-old brother, which is a relatively old-fashioned story.

Later, the younger brother was accepted as a disciple by the immortals, went up the mountain, the girl helped the light, and lived a stable life for a few years, and then the younger brother died in a sectarian civil strife, and the girl picked up the pipa again and became a geisha.

Because his younger brother was from the mountain, he was favored by the captain of the flower boat and sang music to the immortals.

As for how he found the young man and saved him, the girl never mentioned it, and even if the young man asked many times, the girl always hesitated and did not answer.

Strange to say, the physical condition of young people first rapidly became extremely bad, and when it was too bad to be worse, they began to develop in a good direction.

Another period of time, the young man has been able to go to the ground, although it is still a little difficult to walk, just from the bed to the table and chair to pan and sweat profusely, but the young man still often get out of bed and walk to the table and chair with difficulty, sit on the chair, spread out a piece of rice paper on the table, pick up the wolf to write and draw.

When the girl found out, she didn't stop it, but when she had time, she stood behind the young man and watched him write and draw quietly.

The things that young people draw or write are very simple, a Yongzi or an orchid sketched with a few strokes, which is completely the appearance of a beginner.

But it seems to have an endless charm, and you can fall into the heart just by looking at it.

As his body gradually recovered, the young man also began to write short sentences or draw small animals.

In the case of short sentences, there is a large gap between the words, and those small animals do not draw eyes.

The girl had expressed her doubts.

The young man laughed but did not speak.

In the end, I really couldn't bear the girl's questioning, so I had to say that this is a heavenly opportunity, and I can't leak it, and ask the girl to explore it by herself.

It turns out that the young man has stood up after the battle of the first mountain, and he has already had the cultivation of the true monarch, although he can't exert any magical powers due to physical reasons, but there are still some meanings.

The girl just shook her head, she just took it as a joke, and then she didn't ask again.

The life of the two was very ordinary, and the girl stayed in her original boudoir in addition to socializing, watching the young man paint, and serving his daily life.

Gradually, the young man was able to draw birds of prey and beasts, and the articles in the books began to grow in large paragraphs.

The girl began to be sad in addition to her joy.

Without him, the day of the youth's departure is near.

Until one day, the young man drew a palm-sized bird.

The young man gave the painting to the girl and said to her, "I know what you want me to do you to help you, and I will help you, and I think this should be what the world is looking forward to!"

With that, the young man left, doing nothing, not helping her to change the situation, nor saying a more formal goodbye to her.

The girl carefully looked at the small and small birds holding the slap, and unlike before, in this painting, the young man in white painted his eyes for the first time.

When she saw it, she fell into her soul, and when she came back to her senses again, the flower boat had already lit a fire, and a living little finch was floating in front of her eyes with wings.

"This sparrow, named Yama, should have a soul when a person dies, and the soul should have a place to go, and the place should be vast, reincarnated, reincarnated, eternal, and conquer the world. ”

The voice of the young man in white flowed everywhere in the flower boat, and the girl shook her head, stretched out her hand to beckon the little finch into her hand, and muttered.

"I hope you can succeed, actually...... I just hope that I can find my brother as well as ......"