The Path Toward Heaven

"I see a lot of dead people, so the judgment is not wrong."

Winter looked at him and said, "You are really dying."

Jing Jiu said, "I know."

He was very badly wounded, his internal organs were broken, his blood was gone, and even the most precious panacea would be difficult to save unless he could get a piece of elixir.

Winter said, "Can you tell me who you are before you die?"

Jing Jiu said, "You have seen me."

Over the winter said: "Even if you are a re-discipline of Jingyang, you can't be so powerful."

Being able to take her away from the sword of the West Sea Sword God is not something that the so-called young genius can do.

If this matter spreads out, it will inevitably shake the entire Chaotian 6 or no one will believe it.

I don't believe that he is just the Qingshan disciple named Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu did not answer her question.

Because of too much blood loss, he doesn't have a little blood on his face, but his eyebrows are still so perfect. The less he looks like a real person, like a jade carving.

The West Sea Sword God had a similar feeling when lying in the sea water.

"I suggest that you turn into a sword ghost, and it may eventually fall apart, but you can always live longer."

The proposal for the winter seems simple, but it reveals her insights and ethics.

Jing Jiu had no way to turn himself into a sword ghost again, and if he wanted to survive, he would use another method, saying, "Lend me your line."

Hearing this sentence, Winter looked slightly cold and asked, "Who the **** are you?"

Jing Jiu still didn't answer, slowly raised his right hand and extended his index finger.

Over the winter, he watched him silent for a moment and stretched out a finger.

Two fingers meet in the sea breeze.

One touch.

But it's not really clear.

A very thin, sticky thread appeared between the **** that were gradually separated.

This thin thread is transparent, condensing with the wind, slightly moving against the wind, and appears extremely tough.

Under the sun's rays, the silk thread shone like golden jade, but it was extremely faint.

The filaments came from the fingertips of the winter.

The screen looks like spring silkworm spinning.

The black iron sword appeared and hung quietly on the beach, just where the two men shouldered.

Jing Jiu stuck that very fine wire to the blade of the iron sword.

The iron sword came to his belly with the wire, and shuddered slightly.

Winter doesn't understand what he is doing.

The iron sword actually moves in a very small range, but because it is too fast, it looks like it is shaking.

It didn't take long for Iron Sword to take that very thin wire to another place in Jing Jiu's belly.

"I'm in the flesh behind the seam. At this time I'm repairing a crack in the vertebra."

Jing Jiu explained.

I ca n’t sit up in the winter, I do n’t see the picture there, I just think this is too absurd.

If that's the case, her silk is actually sewn into the body by this man, and she feels even more weird.

Emperor silk is the thinnest and toughest silk thread in the world. It is perfect for sutures.

It's just that in addition to winter, there is now Bai Zao. No one can find so many silkworms.

The iron sword with the silk moved high in Jing Jiu's abdomen and kept sutured.

After several tens of breaths, the fracture in the vertebra was repaired, the iron sword moved elsewhere, and the internal organs were sutured.

Of course, it is not only the internal organs that need to be sutured, but also those mucous membranes and blood vessels on the surface, which require more precise and detailed.

However, the iron sword's degree did not slow down, but was faster, bringing out the afterimage.

"How do you feel faster?" Winter asked.

Jing Jiu said, "Repairing the bones seems simple, but it's actually troublesome. The gray-white fibers are very thin, and my bones are very hard."

Winter said, "Have you done something similar before?"

Jing Jiu said, "Researched."

While they were talking, Iron Sword sutured two amputated bowels and began suture others.

After the suturing of the viscera is completed, the muscles and finally the skin.

The sea breeze blowing the setting sun, time passed.

I don't know how long it took, the iron sword ended trembling and hung quietly in front of the two of them.

The silk like gold like jade breaks with the wind, and is put into the fingertips.

After looking at his belly for the winter, it was smooth as usual, but there was an extra thin blood line, and no other problems could be seen.

"You craft should be a doctor."

Jing Jiu said, "The sword from the west is fast enough."

The sword light from more than ten miles away was too sharp, so the wound was so smooth.

If there is a wolf on the wound, like this beach, it will be a lot more troublesome to handle.

Of course, there are few things in the world that can cut his body off.

Over the winter, he noticed that he was calling Xihai Sword God for the west.

Such problems are too many.

"Is that all right?" She asked.

Jing Jiu said, "No, it's just stitched together. It will take a long time for them to grow up on their own, but I won't die."

Winter said, "Well, now it's my turn to die."

She was not traumatized, but fatal.

In order to ensure that the sword **** of the West Sea can be killed, she was very close to him when she shot, and the damage suffered was naturally extremely serious.

The sword of the Xihai Sword God directly broke her three paths.

At this time, her body seemed to be intact, in fact, she was completely unable to move below the neck, just like a paralyzed patient, and her vitality was gradually dissipating.

Jing Jiu's iron sword couldn't heal her wounds even if she could sew the slightest wound.

"You won't die."

After Jing Ji said this sentence, he felt that this picture and dialogue seemed to have been born before.

A few years ago, or hundreds of years ago.

Overwinter glanced at him and said, "Is it?"

After saying this, she closed her eyes and began to rest.

The setting sun is more oblique, and the sunset is brighter, and the sea surface seems to be burning. More and more dead fish floated from a distance, attracting more seabirds, they kept falling towards the sea surface, and then flew up again, making a loud noise, looking from a distance, like countless Mars.

Jing Jiu turned to look at her face.

Closed eyes are like two lines, the eyelashes that are not long or short are more lines, the mouth is a line, and the bridge of the nose is also a line.

This is an ordinary face, unlike hers before.

At that time, she could not talk about the beauty of peerlessness, but it was dazzling. Whether it was among the Nuhe River in Montenegro or in the prosperous world, she could remember it at a glance.

However, no matter which she is, he has never understood anyway, just like she should never have understood him.

"Your realm is not as good as I am now, but you want to kill Xilai. What are you thinking about? You have been stuck in Tongtian Realm for hundreds of years and you ca n’t break through. After I soared, I finally decided to use the most dangerous method In order to break out of the cocoon and degenerate new life ... Then why do you still live as before, delay your practice for these unimportant things, waste your time, and even give up your life? Pei Bai has no time What about you? "

Jing Jiu looked at her face, thinking about these questions.

The night was approaching, the sky was full of stars, and the beach was illuminated.

Winter opened his eyes, starlight, very bright.

The star in the water is the star in the sky.

What is in front of you?

She looked at Jing Jiu silently, without speaking.

Jing Jiu didn't speak, he thought it was so good, unlike many years ago, she kept talking about the truth, which was annoying.

I don't know how long it took, the eyelashes moved slightly during the winter, and said, "You said I would not die."

Jing Jiu said, "Yes."

Winter said, "Then why do I think you look like a dead man."

Or a person who should be dead.

The corner of Jing Jiu's lips slowly lifted up, forming a beautiful arc, and answered with a polite smile.

"Your face is really good-looking, but don't take it as a weapon against me. The concept of good-looking is just a choice of better blood when life continues ..."

Winter said, "And I'm not interested in these things."

Jing Jiu thought she was very reasonable, but not interested.

He didn't like to listen to reason, and didn't like to talk about reason. He only said something to Zhao Layue.

And many years ago, he had heard Dong said the same thing. Those were the annoying memories he wanted to forget.

He just wanted to see her, he wasn't ready to meet, but he didn't expect the situation to force him to meet, and he was so close, right in front of him.

How to do? Jing Jiu closed his eyes directly.

I didn't expect him to react in this winter.

She looked at Jing Jiu's face and suddenly came to a conclusion.

——Although I am not interested in those things, a good-looking face is indeed more pleasant than an unsightly face.

Neither Taoism nor Zen will completely obliterate the deepest things in life. Forgetting affection is not ruthless, otherwise it will become inhuman.

She understands this truth better than anyone, and naturally can easily accept it, so she looked at Jing Jiu's face like this for a long time.

The stars are quiet and immutable, but they change with time. As the morning light gets stronger, they disappear quietly.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes and woke up.

He used his sword to see for himself and confirmed that there were no problems with the sutured internal organs.

Then he looked at the toes, tried to move, and now his right foot's thumb can be spontaneously popped.

Overnight, the gray thin bundles in the vertebrae were finally connected. This was the most important thing.

He slowly retracted his right leg, moving slowly and awkwardly, stiffly, like a puppet imitating a human.

He flexed his right leg and stepped on the beach with his soles of feet. He slowly turned around, his palms fell, supported his body, and then he inched up.

His movement was so slow, the screen looked like it slowed down dozens of times.

Winter said, "You are like a chameleon."

Jing Jiu ignored her and still focused on her movements until she finally turned into a sitting position.

This simple gesture made his face paler and frowned slightly.

It is bound to be the most extreme pain that can change his expression.

When stitching the wound yesterday, he closed his six consciousness with the Zen exercises of Guocheng Temple.

At that time, when he broke through to the realm of promise at the end of God's Peak, he encountered a thunderstorm, and in this way he was prevented from being stunned by the sound of thunder.

However, the closed six senses will have a serious impact on the repair and regeneration of internal organs, muscles and even meridians.

If Jing Jiu wants to recover as soon as possible, he can only give up and go on with his will.

Fortunately, he never lacks such things as will.

He took a deep breath of the salty sea breeze and confirmed that the seams of the internal organs were not cracked, his face was slightly better, and his palm fell on the head of the winter, stroking twice.

Over the winter, eyes widened and he asked, "What are you going to do?"

Jing Jiu raised his palm.

Countless thin threads of thread were stuck out by the palm of his hand, floating softly in the sea breeze, with a beautiful luster.

These threads are also silk, but I don't know how he could be pulled from his body by the winter.

"You like to run around, so you must be **** first."

The silkworm in Jing Jiu's hand was wrapped around the body of the winter, like wrapping a cloth.

Overwintering naturally knew that he did not mean this, and said, "I heard that in the snowy field, you also used this method to save Bai Zao."

Jing Jiu said, "Yes, but it won't save you."

The realm of the Xihai Sword God is countless times higher than Luohuainan's sneak attack on Bai.

The winter injury was countless times heavier than the original Bai.

The silkworm cocoon and Shuiyueyu's meditation method can only stabilize her injury, but there is no way to cure it.

Zhongdong stared at his eyes and said, "Who the **** are you? Jingyang actually left you the Danzhu Ancient Scriptures ... Are you the descendant of him and Nan forget?"

Jing Jiuxin thought that it was still so troublesome that he should not come. He naturally wouldn't answer her. He lowered his head and continued the movement of his hand, wrapping the silk thread around her, getting thicker and thicker, and getting more and more position. After passing the chest and neck, he had to face.

"If you want to stop my mouth by the way, try it."

Winter's eyes became quiet and scary.

She didn't have the mantra of Disciple Aoyama, and her tone was indifferent.

But she must have her place in the top three with the highest number of personal kills in the history of Chaotian Da 6, so her threat must be more real and more powerful.

Jing Jiu thought about it, changed his original plan, and wrapped the silk silk around her face.

Before long, a large cocoon appeared on the beach.

Winter's face is exposed outside, like a baby in a slug.

so cute.

Jing Jiu wrapped the silk silk back to her waist, tied a buckle there, and tied the other end to her wrist, then summoned the iron sword, and stood up hard.

His face was pale again, his eyes frowned.

He walked towards the woods behind the beach while carrying the winter.

More precisely, it's not moving, it's moving.

Fortunately, the position of his line is very precise, and the balance of the cocoons is perfect, which does not affect walking.

In the evening, he finally stepped out of the wood.

About two or three miles away.

The newly changed rags were wet again by the bleeding blood.

Jing Jiu has adapted to this degree of pain, no longer frowning, but can't get faster.

At this time, he couldn't even do the sword, let alone use the Nether Fairy Sword, and only slowly moved his body with his feet.

There is a dirt road outside the woods ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The bumps and bumps, the wheels and cowshoe marks have faded.

Jing Jiu walked slowly into the distance with the winter.

He remembered that when he left the small village with Liu at the age of ten and followed Mo Shi's journey back to Qingshan, he didn't understand why he thought he walked well.

Then he began to miss the carriage of Gu's.

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