May 16, 2017, rain

Human beings are indeed fragile lives.

On the fourth day of the New World, the Sword Spirit of the Sky Again confirmed this important fact.

In fact, whether it was the grand event of cultivating immortals before sleeping or the period of the battle between immortals and demons, everything he experienced proved this. When he fought side by side with the Nine Immortal Lord, the Nine Immortal Lord was wiped out before the war became fierce. However, he fought with the Demon Emperor who was fighting for life, but his sword body was not damaged at all!

As for humans in the new world, there has not been any progress. The mount Li Qingming, who ignored his waist injury and forced his way down the ground to walk yesterday, his injuries have worsened and have reached the point where it is difficult to take care of himself in life.

The consequences of this injury seemed extraordinary. Starting from the evening of the 15th, Wang Jiu saw the little girl lying on the bed and gritting her teeth. Although she forced herself to moan, her gradually turned red and the cold sweat oozing slightly from her head fully demonstrated the pain she was experiencing.

As the master, caring for the mount is a good idea, so Wang Jiu greeted, "It's very uncomfortable?"

Li Qingming snorted softly, gritting his teeth and not speaking.

"I think you should be more open-minded as a mount when facing your master. Of course, it doesn't matter if you really don't want to say it, I can..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Qingming said with all his strength in his mind: "I warn you that you are not allowed to peek at my thoughts!"

"...Okay, if you persist." Wang Jiu responded, and then the room calmed down completely.

However, it was really boring to be so idle. Wang Jiu said after a while: "Do you want me to tell you a story?"

Li Qingming originally planned to refuse, but when he thought, he could change his attention: "What story?"

"How is the story of the battle between immortals and demons?"

"...Is it that absurd and unruly Kyushu War again? Forget it, you tell me."

Li Qingming has always been hard to believe what Wang Jiu said about the story of the Nine Immortals and Demons fighting in the Nine Immortals and Blood sacrificial Sword. According to him, in that turbulent era of Jiuzhou, even the masters in the Heavenly Beng Realm died and blood flowed into a river. The masters in the Earth Breaking Period could only serve as cannon fodder in the highest-end battle!

Now Xiangzhou has been peaceful for hundreds of years, and the culture of immortal cultivation is highly prosperous and developed, with many powerful people emerging, but the top one is just the suspected Earth-Split Level of the Master of the Holy Sect. As for the Heavenly Collapse Realm, raising your hand and feet causes the sun and moon to change color. The power is simply unbelievable.

However, if you listen to it as a bedtime story that diverts attention, the absurd and unruly parts of it can be tolerated.

Seeing that Li Qingming was finally interested in listening to the story, Wang Jiu said with great enthusiasm: "It was the 3111th year of Jiuzhou Calendar. After I became a sword spirit, I cooperated with Jiuxianzun to fight a strategic war. The battlefield was in the Chishui River in Dongzhou, which was the largest river in Dongzhou. It runs through the north and south, and divides Dongzhou into east and west sides. The wide area is boundless like a surging ocean, and the narrow place is dozens of miles wide - in fact, it is also boundless, because the Chishui River is always filled with mist."

When Wang Jiuzheng was talking, he suddenly saw Li Qingming's face getting redder and his body was trembling slightly, as if the pain could not be suppressed.

"What's wrong? Has the injury worsened?"

Li Qingming struggled gently and said, "Can you change the story?"

"Hey, are you not interested in the battle of Chishui River? It's very classic. It was the first time I could use my sword world with all my strength. I swept through millions of demons with one sword, and even defeated the mothership of the demon clan, causing hundreds of thousands of demons to drown in Chishui River like dumplings..."

"Change another!"

Seeing Li Qingming's firm attitude, Wang Jiu thought for a while: "Then let me tell you the story of the Yunhai War in Yunzhou. At that time, Li Jiulong and I broke the demon dam and released the world-destroying flood..."

"I don't want to listen to the water war!" Li Qingming's nose was anxious and sweaty, flashing crystal clear, "Is there a desert war? The kind that makes people die of thirst?"

Wang Jiu said: "Your interest is really strange, but there is also a desert war. It was a counterattack in Zhongzhou. The Wanxian Alliance and the main legion of the demon race launched a decisive battle in the underworld. After a full half year, the elite team was collectively lost in the depths of the underworld. The spiritual energy of the heaven and earth was cut off, and the surroundings were dry and burning. Even the monks below the Earth-Cracking Stage could not bear it and were hungry and thirsty."

Li Qingming finally became interested and nodded: "What about?"

"Then I and Concubine Shang Lan concluded that it was not a solution to continue this stalemate. The demons were born with tough physical constitutions and could not be compared with humans. They had to find another way. After all, she finally calculated that there was a glimmer of vitality in the dead land of the underworld. Then I took action to open up the earth veins and extracted the water of the Styx from the abyss of the endless underworld, creating a desert oasis. Everyone was so happy that many people simply played in the oasis..."

"You go out for me!"

While cursing, Li Qingming simply threw the pillow over as a hidden weapon. Wang Jiu was like a sunny mount, and his heart was filled with inexplicable feelings, and he was filled with emotion at the moodiness of human beings.

After all, lower creatures, compared with sword spirits whose sword heart is eternal, humans have extremely poor emotional control ability, and their fluctuations are often excessively violent, manifesting as symptoms such as hysteria. Not to mention during the war between immortals and demons, before he was reincarnated as a divine sword, he vaguely remembered that there were often such people around him.

However, now he is a dignified sword spirit and a senior expert, so he naturally will not be as knowledgeable as Li Qingming. In his opinion, the little girl's hysteria is as normal as a human baby's incontinence and should be tolerated.

So he lifted the shape-killing array, and Wang Jiu slowly floated out of the house. When he reached the door, he heard Li Qingming's soft and weak mosquito sounds: "Help me, help me get a water bottle."

"Okay." Although Li Qingming's voice was different, Wang Jiu didn't think much about it. He took Li Qingming's favorite water bottle from the kitchen with a generous attitude. It is said that it was used by her deceased mother during her lifetime. Li Qingming regarded it as a treasure.

As soon as he took it in the door, Li Qingming's expression changed: "Who asked you to take this!"

"...Why is your memory the same as that of a goldfish?" Wang Jiu said, "It was you who asked me to help get the water bottle."

"No, not this, this is a bottle of water!"

Wang Jiu inexplicably said: "Or what other bottle do you want?"

"Just, just find a useless jar from the warehouse, hurry up, hurry up."

Wang Jiu felt that Li Qingming was simply unreasonable, but he was free and did it all, so he went to the warehouse to bring her a small water jar. After a while, with the power of the sword spirit at this time, he was really tired. After throwing the water jar to Li Qingming, he lay outside the door and motionless.

After a while, he heard a slight sound of water coming from the house. Wang Jiu was not concerned at first, but later he thought that the empty can he took was obviously an empty can. Where did the sound of water come from? It was incredible!

The more Wang Jiu thought about it, the more strange it became. He just wanted to break into the door and find out, or read the truth directly, but he soon thought that this might be the magic performance that the little sister Luoyu from Qingzhou had said before, using simple and clever means to achieve a mysterious and confusing effect. The key to appreciating magic is to enjoy this incredible sense of confusion. If you really see through the truth, it will be unbeautiful. This little girl must have been chasing her own story to make a hard work, and she performed magic as a reward. It is really warm.

With a hint of comfort, Wang Jiu patiently waited for Li Qingming's performance to end, but he waited for a long time and there was no movement.

Did something happen?

"Wang Jiu, are you outside?"

"Here, do you want me to come in and help?"

"Don't come in!"

“?!?”

"Not only don't come in, it's better to stay away. Oh, please go outside the yard."

"I'll confirm that you didn't have your brain watered when you performed magic?"

"You've just performed magic and caused your brain to get into water. Go out quickly!"

"but……"

"I beg you once!"

"good."

Wang Jiu left the yard and waited for a long time before he heard Li Qingming say in a gentle voice: "Please, please come back. Thank you for what happened just now."

Wang Jiu asked, "Thank you? Thank you for watching?"

"What have you seen??" Before he finished speaking, he screamed in pain.

Wang Jiu hurried back to the room and saw Li Qingming lying on the ground, covering his waist with his hands, and sweating from the pain.

"Don't you know that you are seriously injured. Your brain is really getting watered, right?"

"Isn't it all you have done!"

"Hey, where is that jar just now?"

"Don't take the jar! You... wow!"

In a hurry, Li Qingming touched the wound again, and tears flowed from pain. He couldn't even speak for a while. He lay on the ground for a long time before slowly taking a breath and crawling back to the bed.

"It's really a disaster for you... I used to practice martial arts, no matter how tragic I was, I wouldn't be bedridden. Although the physical strength has improved significantly, the process was too painful. I think I am a top-notch martial arts master with strong internal strength but I can't resist a sprain. Is this true practice of this immovable domineering body?"

Wang Jiu said, "I have never practiced it either. I just saw your ancestor Shen Kaishan practice like this. However, he was even worse than you when he practiced. He often made the flesh and blood fumble, burned all over the country, and then he was bedridden."

"So miserable?!"

"Yes, because Shen Kaishan spent most of his time in bed resting in the wounds and was motionless, so he was named Buddy Ba Tie by Concubine Shang Lan."

Li Qingming was about to vomit blood: "So it's such a non-moving body!"

"So you always move so randomly, I think it is not conducive to the practice of supernatural powers."

“…Thank you, thank you for your reminder.”

After some trouble, Li Qingming seemed to feel much better. After a while, he said, "My injuries will not be cured within three or five days. The outer door exam may still have time to deal with, but those evil servants are a big problem. This time they are so arrogant, they must have received Lu Xin's order, and are fearless and determined to demolish the courtyard. But this is the most important legacy left to me by my mother. Without it, I will be homeless. So, Wang Jiu, can you help me?"

Jian Ling was a little embarrassed: "I just woke up for a few days and am not familiar with the new world, so if you, the natives of Qingyun City, want to find a new place to live, shouldn't you ask me?"
Chapter completed!