Cheeky Sword God

　　 When I woke up, Wu Chi didn't feel the headache of a hangover at all, but felt very comfortable and mentally abnormal.

　　 The damaged meridians in the body seem to have recovered a lot. Although the true qi is still exhausted, the rate of deterioration has been greatly slowed down. This makes Wu Chi ecstatic, a flash of light burst into his eyes, and he stepped into the room briskly.

　　 Wu Chi has never been so relaxed since he was branded that day.

　　 This is just one night, and there has been such a big change, the old man's medical skills are simply breathtaking.

　　 "Little guy, are you awake?"

　　 pushed the door open, the old man was already up, and bowed in front of the door to serve the herbs.

　　 Yuan Ziyi dragged his chin and sat at the table in a daze, facing the same, revealing a different kind of beauty.

　　 "Thank you senior for helping me!"

　　 There was a smile on his face, and Wu Chi bowed and saluted.

　　 threw down the small medicine **** in his hand and wiped his hands. The old man walked out of the medicine garden and waved his hand. "Little guy, don't be too busy to thank you. I may not heal your injury."

　　 went to the table and sat down, took the teacup from Yuan Ziyi's hand, and snorted dissatisfiedly, "But you have a lot of things, so you don't want to drink good wine, and make some tea."

　　 disapprovingly put down the teapot, Yuan Ziyi frowned, "Grandpa drunkard, you train me again and see if I don't smash all the wine jars behind you."

　　 "...Okay, okay! I was wrong, tea is tea, which is good." The old man was really a little afraid of this little girl going crazy, and said helplessly.

　　 "The kid feels much better today, and the injury has stopped getting worse, thanks to the master's skill."

　　 sat down, and Wu Chi thanked him again.

"The other injuries on your body are nothing. The old man asks himself that there are some medical skills. It is not a problem to restore your meridians, or even restore your true energy." Waved his hand, the old man slowly said, "However, your kendo foundation is damaged. , But it's not so easy to handle."

　　 "The old man has checked it carefully. It's not like the foundation of kendo in your body was injured by external force! Little guy, let's talk about it, how did you get hurt?"

　　 After a little hesitation, Wu Chi still decided to tell the truth. After all, this may be related to whether he can heal his injury.

　　 "I once got the inheritance of the Excalibur of the Shadow. Not long ago, because of some things, I cut my mark and ruined the foundation of Kendo."

　　 "The Shadow Sword?"

　　 Hearing this, the old man and Yuan Ziyi lost their voices.

　　 smiled bitterly, Wu Chi himself also understood that Zhou Yuanting was so famous that others might not know him, but they definitely remember the Excalibur.

　　 "No wonder, it was Chengying Jianyi that you told me to fight with Ghost Yacha that day?" After turning his mind, Yuan Ziyi immediately remembered the legend of Chengying swordsmanship, and he immediately understood.

　　 "Wait, since you have gotten the inheritance, why do you cut your own brand?"

　　 In an instant, Yuan Ziyi reacted and asked puzzledly.

　　 Wu Chi's affairs in Kunlun were only influential in Kunlun, and it had not been completely spread for a while. Yuan Ziyi did not pay attention to Kunlun affairs, naturally it was not clear.

　　 "A word is hard to say." After a wry smile, Wu Chi didn't want to mention this.

He waved his hand to stop Yuan Ziyi, the old man groaned, and said, "That's right! You have left the kendo brand in your sword, which is closely related to your kendo foundation. Cutting your brand yourself is tantamount to destroying the kendo foundation. what."

　　 shook his head, and the old man sighed, "You are so tough at a young age! Have you not thought about the consequences?"

　　 There was a trace of struggle in his eyes, and he immediately turned into firmness. Wu Chi said softly, "Everything is impermanent, no matter what the result is, there are things that must be done."

　　 These words, Wu Chi said categorically.

　　 No matter what the result is, if he is given another chance to come back, he will also choose to cut his own brand.

　　 There was a hint of admiration in his eyes, and the old man immediately felt a little regretful, "Little guy, drink a bar with me."

　　 "Grandpa drunkard, this is just getting up, why do you want to drink?" Yuan Ziyi stopped dissatisfied.

　　 This time the old man ignored Yuan Ziyi, but looked at Wu Chi quietly.

　　 A little startled, Wu Chi's face changed drastically, "Senior, this injury...can't it be cured?"

　　 took out two jars of wine from his body, pushed one jar to Wu Chi, the old man sighed softly.

　　 "Self-cut brand, your kendo foundation has not completely collapsed, it is already a miracle."

　　 If he was injured by an external force, he still had a way to heal, but Wu Chi's self-stigmatization was tantamount to destroying his own kendo foundation with his own hands.

　　 This kind of damage is the most deadly, and it cannot be cured by medicated stones at all, even if there are many heavenly materials and earth treasures, it will not help.

　　 The so-called medicine does not die, and people who are predestined for Buddhism are this principle.

　　 His heart sank, Wu Chi's hand trembled slightly.

　　 The hope that has just ignited, is so completely cut off, how can he bear it?

"How could this be? Grandpa drunkard, you are the genius doctor of drunkard. You can treat even the wounds of those powerful Daoists. Why can't you cure him?" Yuan Ziyi suddenly got up and grabbed the old man's wine jar. Asked confidently.

　　 There was a trace of regret in his eyes, and he shook his head, and the old man said softly, "Little guy, it's not difficult to cure your injury! But the old man has nothing to do with the damaged kendo foundation."

　　 "In the future, you may be able to repair to the peak of the condensate, but you are doomed to...the road is hopeless!"

　　 These words, the old man said very heavy, and his words were full of sighs.

　　 He naturally understood that for a kendo genius like Wu Chi, what it means to be hopeless, to a certain extent, it is more terrifying than death.

　　 Although he felt a little unbearable, he was a healer and had to make people face the cruel reality.

"Snapped!"

　　 The four characters of hopeless avenue came out, Yuan Ziyi lost his mind, unable to hold the wine jar steady, and fell to the ground with a slap, falling to pieces, and the drink splashed all over her clean skirt.

　　 "Senior, is there really no hope?" Wu Chi couldn't help asking again, his voice astringent.

　　 shook his head, and the old man whispered softly, "The old man asks himself that medicine is unique in the world. If I can't cure it, I'm afraid no one in the world can cure it!"

　　The name of the drunkard genius doctor is by no means a fiction, and the old man has absolute self-confidence above the medical discipline.

　　 The last trace of luck was disillusioned, Wu Chi was in a daze, sat down stupidly, an inexplicable pain swept through his body.

　　 Although he knew the consequences of self-slashing would be serious before, Wu Chi always felt arrogant in his heart.

　　 But now, this **** reality has undoubtedly hit him hard.

　　The rhetoric in Kunlun is still in my ears, but is it really impossible to realize it?

　　 I don’t know how long it took before Wu Chi woke up from that hazy state, suddenly picked up the wine jar in front of him, and poured it out! There seemed to be a fire burning in his chest, and he couldn't put it out.

　　 "Wu Chi!"

　　 Yuan Ziyi opened her mouth, trying to say something, but when the words reached her lips, she realized that nothing was right.

　　 She knows the old man's power better than Wu Chi, and now the old man has no choice but to say that she is really hopeless.

　　 "Let him get drunk."

　　 sighed, the old man said softly.

　　 He knows very well how heavy this result has hit the young man in front of him! But there is really no way, the only thing that can be done now, perhaps, is to make this little guy get drunk.

　　 One altar after another, Wu Chi couldn't even remember how much he had drunk.

　　 It seems that the altar is not wine at all, but water! No, not even water.

　　 Drunk life and dream of death!

　　 Looking at Wu Chi's painful expression, seeing him fall into the drink until he was awake, Yuan Ziyi's heart was inexplicably hurt.

　　 "Grandpa drunkard...I'm so uncomfortable~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Holding the old man's sleeve tightly, Yuan Ziyi bit his lip and said.

"Silly girl!"

　　 sighed and touched Yuan Ziyi's head. The old man remained silent for a long time.

　　 In truth, his impression of the little guy in front of him is very good! If it weren't for the damage to the foundation of kendo, and the road is doomed to be hopeless, he even deliberately matched the two.

　　 can be unlucky, good luck!

　　 With Yuan Ziyi's identity and talent, it is absolutely impossible to come together with a hopeless person.

　　 This is not a question of looking down on someone.

　　 Once you step into the realm of Daotai, your life span will increase to 500 years! While the road is hopeless, Wu Chi is destined to only have a life of more than a hundred years at most.

　　 It is very likely that Yuan Ziyi retreats once, and after he comes out, this little guy has gone from a young man to a middle-aged, even his twilight!

　　 In this way, how can two people be together?

　　 Fortunately, I noticed it early, and now the relationship between the two should not be deep and it will not be so painful.

　　 took Wu Chi into the room and gave Wu Chi a needle again to completely stabilize the injury in his body. The old man shook his head, glanced at Yuan Ziyi who was still in the room, sighed softly, and walked out of the room slowly.

　　 Drunk life and dream of death!

　　 Perhaps, being able to stay drunk like this is the best result for Wu Chi.

　　 "Huang Tu domineering industry is talking and laughing, and life is drunk!"