A bamboo leaf fell in the courtyard, and the bamboo leaf fluttered in the air, and the tip of the leaf was yellow, showing signs of wilting.

The courtyard gate was opened, and the air currents caused the bamboo leaves to spin and rise for a short distance before falling down. The person who opened the door stepped forward and clamped the fallen bamboo leaf between his fingers with one hand and two fingers.

The person who opened the door was the person who went to the wall to watch the cliff, and he was also the person in charge of the Qingyun Sect, the black robe faded and replaced with a one-piece robe, all plain white, and if you looked closely, you could vaguely see that there were flowing clouds on the robe, covering the scorching sun, like a shadow.

The White Palm Sect looked at the leaf in his hand, and blew lightly, the yellowed leaf tip turned green, and when he saw that the whole leaf was about to be completely covered with green, the trend stopped again. The green faded back along the original trail, and the leaves returned to their original state. The White Palm Sect's eyes froze, his brows furrowed and he couldn't stretch, he looked up at the bamboo forest, and fell into deep thought.

The door of the West Pavilion was pushed open, and the maid ran out and said in a panic when she saw the White Palm Sect: "Sect Leader, it's not good, that person coughed up blood." ”

The contemplation was interrupted, and the White Palm Sect was not angry, and when he heard the maid say that Chen Wenshan coughed up blood, he looked at the bamboo leaf in his hand again.

"Boss, that man ......"

The white-handed instructor pressed his hand slightly, signaling the maid not to panic, "Don't worry, Qing'er." Speak slowly!"

The gentle tone reached the ears of the maid, and played a role in calming the heart.

The maid bowed slightly and said, "Yes, the master." ”

"Zhangjiao, after you left, Qing'er came again, changed the hot towel on his head once, and was about to leave, when he found that he was wheezing, struggling and saying no. Seeing that he was struggling fiercely, Qing'er stepped forward and held him, but he had great strength and broke Qing'er away, causing Qing'er to fall to the ground. Before Qing'er could stand up, he coughed up a mouthful of blood. ”

The White Palm Sect listened to the maid's description and asked, "When did he cough up blood?"

"Just now!"

The White Palm Sect withdrew his gaze from the bamboo leaves, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It seems that not everything in the world is as people want!"

The White Palm Sect sprinkled the bamboo leaves in his hand into the air and pointed a little. That leaf violated the laws of heaven and earth and was suspended in the air.

The White Palm Sect instructed the maid, "Come with me." ”

After speaking, she walked into the West Pavilion, and the maid tilted her head to look at the bamboo leaves hanging in the air, blinked, and turned around and entered the West Pavilion.

There was a dark black stain of blood on the ground, and the fishy smell reduced the width of the White Palm Sect's eyebrows by a few points.

Chen Wenshan on the bed muttered incessantly, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his lips were chapped, and there were residual blood stains at the corners of his mouth. The White Palm Sect stepped forward and took out Chen Wenshan's hand from the quilt.

The moment he touched Chen Wenshan's hand, it was like touching a piece of ice in winter, and the cold pierced his divine sense through the skin of the White Palm Sect. The White Palm Sect snorted lightly, his expression solemn. However, it was not over, the cold had just risen, and the hand was as hot as a charcoal fire, alternating between cold and heat.

The White Palm Sect put his fingers on Chen Wenshan's pulse, and Chen Wenshan's pulse beat extremely abnormally, sometimes like beating a big drum on animal skin, strong and powerful, and sometimes like a light bell without wind, slightly immobile.

The right hand stroked Chen Wenshan's body into a palm, and the palm emitted immortal aura constantly invaded Chen Wenshan's body, in addition to induction, it was to comb Chen Wenshan's veins.

After a while, the White Palm Sect withdrew his palm and looked at his palm, which contained black gas, which accumulated and persisted. The White Palm Sect felt a chill in his heart, and angry words spat out of his mouth: "Evil obstacle!"

The immortal qi in the body gushed out, dispersing and devouring the black gas. The black gas dissipated, but the White Palm Sect's brow still couldn't stretch.

"Heart Demon?

There was a hint of uncertainty in the White Palm Sect's tone. Chen Wenshan's body is not due to himself, but the influence of the demon entering the body.

All things born with spiritual wisdom will give birth to inner demons, and for cultivators, the inner demons born in the body will only be quantified into calamity after reaching the Three Flowers Realm. Once the heart demon is tribulated, then the advancement of this Three Flowers Realm will be more than ten million times more difficult.

But what kind of cultivation is Chen Wenshan, as far as ordinary things are concerned, it is impossible for Chen Wenshan at this time to have this heart demon tribulation, not to mention that it is still the rumored ancient heart tribulation.

Although the Shengyuan Pill can heal your injuries and protect your heart, this heart demon tribulation can only be survived by yourself. Even if I can save you, I won't be able to save you for a while. Unless ......"

The bamboo leaves in the courtyard broke free from the shackles of the White Palm Sect, as if they were obeying the destiny of heaven, and began to fall slowly, and the wind rose in the courtyard, and the bamboo leaves were carried by an unknown force and slowly fell.

......

The pot of wine on the cliff was still placed next to the broken sword, and the wine stopper was plugged into the spout, not letting the aroma of the wine overflow. The pot contains half a pot of peach blossom wine, and if no one touches it, the wine should last for a long time.

The red cloth on the wine stopper shook slightly, like a flame burning on this cliff.

I don't know what happened, the wine jug fell down, and the round jug rolled down the cliff, the cliff was very high and very high, and if it fell like this, half a pot of peach blossom wine in the pot would no longer exist. It's just a pity that the peach blossom wine that can only be brewed once every three years under the peach blossom mountain.

The broken sword finally moved, and a sword picked up the tumbling flask, and then caught it firmly and put it back in front of the man sitting cross-legged. The sword shook and shook off the dust, and then galloped westward.

......

Chen Wenshan's dream.

The desolate giant beast stepped down and stepped on Chen Wenshan's body, and Chen Wenshan's body suddenly split apart. The ancient beast roared in the sky, as if celebrating its achievements.

Chen Wenshan's separated body turned into a light smoke, and it actually converged in the distance. The smoke that gathered together wriggled and formed Chen Wenshan's body.

The desolate ancient beast that was celebrating saw it, its eyes widened, and then its roar turned into a roar, and it even ran over and kicked it again......

I don't know if it's dozens of feet, and the giant beast is also tired. As soon as Chen Wenshan's body appears, it will no longer scream, and it will be a kick in the past.

If the cycle continues like this, I am afraid that there will never be an end. But the giant beast didn't think so, because every time Chen Wenshan's body was reformed, it would be a little illusory. In the end, all this cycle will end with Chen Wenshan's complete blurring......

The fallen leaves outside the West Pavilion are already very close to the ground.

The sound of breaking the air sounded, and it was the broken sword that watched the cliff.

The broken sword came out of the sky with a streamer.

"Iron"

The sword was inserted into the wall of the West Pavilion, and there was a bit of green between the sword body and the edge of the wall, which was the leaf that was still falling a moment ago.

The maid in the West Pavilion heard the movement and wanted to come out to see what was going on, but was stopped by the White Palm Sect.

"No need to go!"

"Yes, Mentor. ”

The little maid replied and stood back beside the White Palm Sect obediently, but the fluttering eyes still betrayed her.

The White Palm Sect smiled slightly and shook his head, "You, forget it, go if you want." ”

"Hee-hee, yes, Mentor. ”

The little maid bowed obediently and ran out of the door.

"Palm, it's a sword!"

The little maid reported the situation outside, and she was a little surprised by the scene. There was actually someone in this Qingyun Mountain who could stick a sword in the place where the sect's residence was located.

The corners of the white palm sect in the room raised, and he read softly: "Senior brother, you still can't help but make a move!"

The White Palm Sect got up and looked into a corner of the West Pavilion, where a sword lay there.

"I don't know if this sword is good or bad when it falls on this kid?"

After speaking, he closed his eyes, seemed to be thinking, and after a long time, he said three more words.

"Chen, Chen, Chen. ”

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