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Ye Ruoyi wiped her mouth, shook her head, and looked dejected.
"This person's swordsmanship is somewhat strange, as it can cause his blood to circulate rapidly."
"Desolate, desolate!"
Just then, Lei Wujie's anxious voice came over.
Sikong Qianluo then noticed that Tang Lian was fighting a person whose eyes were covered with a black cloth and who was holding a bamboo sword.
A burst of blood suddenly erupted from Xiao Se's chest, and he collapsed softly like a falling leaf.
Sikong Qianluo felt a sudden clench in her heart, and her mind went blank.
"Hehe, I've heard you possess a sword called the Heart Sword. How does it compare to my Heart Sword?"
Upon hearing this, Tang Lian spat out a mouthful of blood, her blood circulation seemingly out of control.
This person's strength is clearly similar to mine, but his swordsmanship is too strange.
While fighting, they also had to forcibly suppress their blood energy, and they couldn't gain the upper hand at all.
"Originally, I didn't intend to kill you all."
But you killed Yang Xin.
Of course, it wouldn't matter if he died, but after all, he took care of me for so long.
Traveling alone can be quite lonely.
You shall all be buried with me!
This sword strike of mine is named: Killing Intent.
Duan Zhixin didn't feel much about Yang Xin's death.
Children who grow up in Baiyujing have never known what emotions are.
Because the elders in Baiyujing are all descendants of immortals, they say that severing emotions and love is the way of immortality.
When the mind is burdened with worries, inner demons arise.
Without love and affection, inner demons cannot arise.
So they eat jade and swallow gold, trying to refine themselves to be as hard as stone or as hard as gold.
Only in that way can one be free from worldly desires.
Only then can one receive guidance from the immortals.
The mind is the root of all afflictions.
But Yang Xin was still somewhat different to him.
Because Yang Xin is thoughtful and very lively, and full of curiosity about the world.
He was eight years old that year, and Yang Xin was only six.
Yang Xin said to him: "Old Duan, I am a celestial being descended to earth from heaven. I will ascend to heaven one day. I will take you with me then."
Duan Zhixin found it hilarious; a little kid who had no idea what immortals were.
If he truly became an immortal, he probably wouldn't even remember his own name.
He was thirteen years old that year, and Yang Xin was eleven.
He blinded himself while practicing swordsmanship, and Yang Xin slapped him twice.
From then on, she became his partner, taking care of his daily needs.
Although Duan Zhixin felt he didn't need such a partner, Yang Xin was happy to have one.
Duan Zhixin thought Yang Xin's cooking skills were really bad; even pigs wouldn't eat what he made.
But he ate it for many years.
Yang Xin is a very talkative person. He often tells him what kind of clothes a girl is wearing and what kind of flowers she is wearing.
A few flowers bloomed by the roadside, some red and some white, but they weren't very pretty.
The clouds in the sky are like a dog, chasing the sun. Sooner or later, it will ride the clouds and pluck the sun down and put it in its eye socket, so that it can see the sun again.
Duan Zhixin often found Yang Xin very noisy, but he had listened to him for more than ten years.
He often couldn't understand why there was anything to say about those little things in life, but Yang Xin always felt that everything was new and exciting.
But now, he is dead.
You can never speak again.
Duan Zhixin practiced this sword of killing intent, but he had already killed his own heart long ago.
But now I feel strangely empty inside.
He could no longer hear the heartbeat that jumped around like a monkey. He had never understood why someone's heartbeat could be so irregular.
But just moments before, that heartbeat was gone.
Duan Zhixin felt that the sound of the rain was too loud and annoying.
Yang Xin is a person who likes excitement, so he wants to send all these people down.
At this most heartbreaking moment, the night rain brings unbearable sorrow.
A single sword strike can kill, shattering the heart with a single blow.
A burst of sword energy suddenly erupted, shattering the wind and rain that filled the sky.
The bamboo sword in Duan Zhixin's hand fell to the ground with a thud.
He looked down in disbelief and clutched his chest.
He forgot that he couldn't see anything in the first place.
And now, his heart is truly broken.
"Good... sword!"
Chapter 158 Seemingly an Immortal Crossing the Sea with a Bamboo Stalk
Tang Lian clutched her chest, blood gushing from her mouth.
He had been in the martial arts world for quite some time, but this was the first time he had encountered such an opponent.
The swordsmanship is unpredictable; the sword and the intent arrive before the sword, yet the sound of the sword strikes the heart meridian, making it impossible to defend against.
Indeed, one should not underestimate the people of the world.
He looked at the small wooden sword between his fingers and thought to himself that his senior had saved his life again.
He glanced back at the others, wanting to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out, and he felt excruciating pain in his heart.
Then the rain and wind began to beat, and the world returned to peace.
It rained all night long, and even though the Sea Cucumber Festival had just ended, some of the lively atmosphere still lingered in the small town.
The ground was wet and mottled with mud.
Sikong Qianluo fetched a bucket of water, stepped onto the stone steps by the river, and walked unsteadily toward an abandoned house.
Strangely enough, she was also injured last night, but not seriously.
Ye Ruoyi also suffered a heart injury, though not a serious one.
On the contrary, the three men, Xiao Se, Lei Wujie, and Tang Lian, all suffered damage to their heart meridians and are now unconscious and barely breathing.
Sikong Qianluo was anxious.
Last night they forced themselves to leave the inn, and not long after, the government officials arrived.
Fortunately, they walked quickly and avoided a collision. They found an abandoned house and took shelter there for the time being.
"Sister Ye, how are the three of them?"
Ye Ruoyi, having become skilled in medicine through long illness and possessing Taoist magic from the Imperial Observatory, served as a temporary doctor.
She shook her head, her eyes also filled with worry.
"Lei Wujie is alright. His injuries are not very serious. His heart meridian is very strong, and he will recover after a period of rest."
Lei Wujie's practice of the Fire Burning Technique is a method that burns the fire in one's heart, which puts immense pressure on his heart meridians on a daily basis.
However, Lei Wujie frequently used the fire-burning technique and for extended periods, which greatly increased the strength of his heart meridian. Therefore, although he was injured by that person's sword last night, he was the least injured.
"Tang Lian's injuries are more serious, but because she is protected by Senior Zhou's peach wood sword, her life is not in danger."
"It's rather bleak, which is a bit troublesome."
Ye Ruoyi held Sikong Qianluo's hand and felt that the girl's hand was icy cold and even trembling slightly.
"Sister Ye, just tell me, I can handle it."
Ye Ruoyi saw through her feelings for him perfectly well; how could she not understand?
Ye Ruoyi sighed: "His injuries were already very serious, but he couldn't circulate his internal energy."
Therefore, both the heart and blood vessels were severed.
He was protected by a powerful internal energy; otherwise, he would probably have lost his life.
But the biggest problem now is that the true energy protecting him is indiscriminate, and to heal him, one would need a power that can suppress and obtain the true energy.
If I'm not mistaken, that true energy should also have been injected into Xiao Se's body by Senior Zhou.
"Yes, it's Master's true energy, but he clearly has Master's true energy protecting him, so why was he injured?"
Ye Ruoyi shook her head: "Senior's true energy has been suppressing the injuries in the hidden meridians within his body. If Xiao Se doesn't actively activate it, it won't circulate throughout his body."
It cannot be controlled as easily as one's own true energy.
However, if he actively activates it, the damaged hidden meridians in his body will likely suffer further damage.
Although it might give him the strength to fight, after that battle, even a god couldn't save him.
Therefore, the fact that it was able to protect the heart meridian in the end was already a sign that true energy was released in response to the critical moment.
Sikong Qianluo was momentarily thrown into disarray.
"Then, what should we do now?"
"Let's go back, find the little miracle doctor, find our master. Yes, he definitely has a way."
A hint of sadness flashed in Ye Ruoyi's eyes: "If we set off now, I'm afraid we won't be able to make it back that far."
"It seems you've run into trouble."
A clear voice came from outside.
Sikong Qianluo grabbed the spear and rushed out on her own.
"The Confucian Sword Immortal? Senior... Senior Xie? What are you doing here?"
Sikong Qianluo looked at the Confucian sword immortal carrying a book basket with some disbelief, a hint of joy flashing through her heart.
The Confucian Sword Immortal smiled and nodded: "Miss Sikong, it's been a long time."
"This is not the time to speak. Let me check the man's injuries inside."
There is a small dock in a fishing village outside the town.
The dock may be small, but it is not deserted.
A small fishing boat comes and goes, and the seafood it catches is basically brought ashore and sold here.
"Old Zhu, today's harvest is pretty good!"
"Not at all, it was alright. This time we went a bit further and almost encountered a big storm."
"It's only because you, Old Zhu, dare to go to the deep sea in a small sampan that we can't envy you."
The man known as Old Zhu is named Zhu Yueqi. He is less than 1.7 meters tall and has dark skin, which shows that he is often exposed to the sun.
His feet were wide, like a duck's webbed feet, which allowed him to stand more steadily on the boat.
His arms were bulging with muscles, full of power, so he could drag a net full of fish.
After exchanging a few casual words, Zhu Yueqi handed over the fish in the boat directly to the fishmongers, who would then resell the fish in the city to earn more money.