The Path Toward Heaven

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

Overwinter looked at him and said, "You really are going to die."

Jing Jiu said, "I know."

He was extremely injured, his organs were cut off, his blood was gone, and even a precious panacea would be difficult to save, unless he could get a fairy mortal.

Winter said: "Can you tell me before death, who the hell are you?"

Jing Jiu said, "You have seen me."

Winter said: "Even if you are a disciple of Jingyang, you can't be so powerful."

Being able to take her away from the sword of the Xihai sword god is not something that the so-called young genius can do.

If this matter spreads, it will inevitably shake the entire continent, or no one believes.

Overwintering does not believe that he is just the Qingshan disciple named Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu did not answer her question.

Because of the excessive blood loss, he does not have any blood on his face now, but his eyebrows are still so perfect, and he looks less and less like a real person, like a jade carving.

Xihai Jianshen felt similar 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 of wintering seems simple, but it reveals her insights and attainments of Taoism and law are so unimaginable.

Jing Jiu had no way to turn himself into a sword ghost. He needed another method to survive, saying, "Lend me your thread."

Hearing this sentence, Winter's eyes were slightly cold and asked, "Who the hell are you."

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

The winter watched him silent for a moment, and also extended a finger.

Two fingers met in the sea breeze.

One touch at a time.

But it cannot be clearly distinguished.

An extremely thin, thick silk thread appeared between the two fingers that were gradually separated.

This thin silk thread is transparent, condenses with the wind, moves slightly against the wind, and appears extremely tough.

Under the sunlight, the silk thread gleamed with a golden jade-like color, but very faint.

The filament came from the fingertips of the winter.

The picture looks like spring silkworm spinning silk.

The black iron sword appeared and hung quietly on the beach, just where the shoulders of the two people met.

Jing Jiu glued the extremely thin wire to the blade of the iron sword.

The iron sword came to his abdomen with the silk, and shivered slightly.

Overwintering does not understand what he is doing.

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

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

"I'm in the back of the seam. At this time, I am repairing the crack in the vertebra."

Jing Jiu explained.

I couldn't sit up during the winter, I couldn't see the picture there, I just thought this thing was too absurd.

If that was the case, her own silk was actually sewn into the body by this man, and she felt even more weird.

Sky silk is the thinnest and toughest thread in the world. It is the most perfect for stitching wounds.

It's just that in addition to winter, there is now Bai Zao, no one can find so many days of silk.

The iron sword carried the sky silk in Jing Jiu's abdomen to move at high speed, and kept stitching.

After dozens of breaths, the crack in the vertebrae was repaired, and the iron sword moved elsewhere and began to sew the internal organs.

Of course, not only the internal organs but also the mucosa and blood vessels on the surface are required to be sutured, which requires more precise and detailed.

But the speed of the Iron Sword did not slow down, but was faster, bringing out the afterimages of the Tao.

"How do you feel faster?" Winter asked.

Jing Jiu said: "It seems simple to repair bones, but it's actually troublesome. The gray fibers inside are very thin, and my bones are very hard."

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

Jing Jiu said: "Researched."

Just as they spoke, the iron sword sutured two amputated bowels and began to sew others.

After suturing the internal organs, it is the muscles and finally the skin.

The sea breeze blew the setting sun and time passed.

I don't know how long it took, Tiejian ended shaking, and hung quietly in front of the two.

Heavenly silk like gold and jade breaks with the wind and retracts into your fingertips.

Looking at his abdomen through the winter, he found that it was smooth as usual, but there was an extra thin blood line, and no other problems could be seen.

"Your craft should be a doctor."

Jing Jiu said: "The Xilai sword is fast enough."

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

If there is a wolf at the wound, like this beach, it will be a lot of trouble to deal with.

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

Winter noticed that he called Xihai Sword God for coming.

There are already too many problems like this.

"Is this all right?" She asked.

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

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

She suffered not a trauma, but a fatal internal injury.

In order to ensure the killing of Xihai Jianshen, she was very close to him when she shot, and the damage she suffered was also extremely heavy.

The sword of Xihai Jianshen directly cut off her three paths.

At this time, her body seemed to be intact. In fact, she could not move under the neck, just like a paralyzed patient, and her vitality was gradually dissipating.

Jing Jiu's iron sword can't heal her even if it can sew the slightest wound.

"You will not die."

After Jing Jiu said this, he felt that this picture and this dialogue seemed to have happened.

A few years ago, or hundreds of years ago.

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

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

The setting sun is more inclined, the evening glow is more colorful, and the sea seems to be burning.More and more dead fish floated from afar, attracting more seabirds, and kept falling towards the sea, and then flew up again, making a hustle and bustle, looking from a distance, like countless Mars.

Jing Jiu turned to look at her face.

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

This is an ordinary face, not the same as her previous.

At that time, she could not talk about the beauty of the peerless, but it was dazzling, whether it was in the Nu River of Heishan or in the prosperous world, it can be remembered at a glance.

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

"Your state is not as good as me now, but you want to kill Xilai. What are you thinking? You have been stuck in Tongtian Realm for hundreds of years, and you have never been able to break through. After I ascended, I finally decided to use the most dangerous method, In order to break through the cocoon and transform into a new life ... Then why do you still want to live like before, delaying your practice for these unimportant things, wasting your time, or even giving up your life? Pei Baifa is not much time, How about you? "

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

As the night came, the sky was full of stars, illuminating the beach.

Open your eyes in the winter, reflecting the starlight, very bright.

Stars in water are celestial stars.

What is the person in front of you?

She looked at Jing Jiu quietly and didn't speak.

Jing Jiu didn't speak either. He thought it was very good. Unlike many years ago, she kept saying truth and was very annoying.

I don't know how long it has passed, the eyelashes moved slightly in winter, and said, "You said that I will not die."

Jing Jiu said, "Yes."

Winter said: "Then why do I think you are looking at a dead man."

Or someone who should have died.

Jing Jiu's lips slowly curled up, forming a nice arc, and he responded with a polite smile.

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

Winter said: "And I am not interested in these things."

Jing Jiu thought that what she said made sense, but was not interested.

He didn't like to listen to reason, nor did he like to talk about reason. He only said something to Zhao Layue.

And many years ago, he had heard Dong said similar truths, which were annoying memories he wanted to forget.

He just wanted to see her, and was not ready to meet. He didn't expect the situation to be forced. He still met, and they were so close, right in front of him.

How to do?Jing Jiu closed his eyes directly.

The winter did not expect him to have such a reaction.

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

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

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

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

The stars are quiet and immutable, but only change with time, and when the morning light grows, they disappear quietly.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes and woke up.

He used his sword to look at himself and confirmed that there were no problems with the internal organs stitched in his body.

Then he looked at his toes and tried to move, and found that the thumb of his right foot could already spontaneously bounce.

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

He slowly retracted his right leg, slow and clumsy, very stiff, like a puppet imitating a human.

He bent his right leg and stepped on the beach with his soles. He slowly turned around, his palms fell, supported his body, and then rose inch by inch.

His movements are so slow, the picture looks like it has slowed down dozens of times.

Winter said: "You are like a chameleon."

Jing Jiu ignored her and still concentrated on her movements until she finally became a sitting position.

This simple action made his face paler and frowned slightly.

The change in his expression must be the most extreme pain.

When stitching the wound yesterday, he closed his six senses with the meditation of Guocheng Temple.

At that time, he had encountered a thunderstorm just after breaking through the peak of the god at the end of the god's end. It was this method to avoid being stunned by thunder.

But closing the 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 survive with his will.

Fortunately, he never lacks things like will.

He took a deep breath of brackish 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 winter hair, stroked twice.

Over winter, his eyes widened and asked: "What are you going to do?"

Jing Jiu raised his palm.

Countless extremely thin silk threads were pulled out by his palms, floating softly in the sea breeze, shining with a beautiful luster.

These silk threads are also heavenly silk, but I don't know how he can be pulled from the body of the winter.

"You like to run everywhere, so tie you up first."

Jing Jiu wrapped the silk in his hand around his body in winter, just like wrapping it.

Naturally knowing that he did n’t mean it, said: "I heard that in the snow field, you used the same method to save Bai Zao."

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

The realm of Xihai sword god is countless times higher than Luo Huainan who attacked Bai Zao.

The injury of wintering is also countless times heavier than Bai Zao.

The cocoon of the silkworm cocoon and Shui Yue'an can only stabilize her injury, but there is no way to cure it.

Dong Dong stared at his eyes and said, "Who are you? Jingyang actually left you the ancient Danzhu classics ... Are you a descendant of him and Nan Wang?"

Jing Jiu thought that it was still so troublesome that he should not come.Naturally he would not answer her words. He bowed his head and continued the movements of his hands. He wrapped the silk thread around her. The wrap became thicker and thicker, and the position became higher.

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

The eyes of the winter become quiet and terrifying.

She didn't have the mantra like Qingshan disciples, and the tone was very indifferent.

But in the top three in the history of Chaotian Continent, where she had the most hands-on kills, there must be her position, so her threats must be more real and powerful.

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

It didn't take long for a large cocoon to appear on the beach.

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

so cute.

Jing Jiu wrapped the celestial silk back to her waist, tied a button there, and tied the other head to his wrist, then called out the iron sword and stood up hard.

His face was pale again, frowning.

He carried the winter to the woods behind the beach.

To be more precise, it is not moving, but moving.

Fortunately, the position of his tether is very precise, the balance of the cocoon is perfect, and it does not affect walking.

In the evening, he finally walked out of the woods.

About two or three miles.

The newly changed commoner was wet again with blood seeping out.

Jing Jiu has adapted to this level of pain and no longer frowns, but his speed cannot be increased.

At this time, he could not even control the sword, let alone use the ghost sword, he could only use his own feet to slowly move the body.

Outside the woods is a dirt road, rugged and uneven. The wheels and the ox marks have faded away. It seems that there are few people on weekdays.

Jing Jiu took the winter and walked slowly into the distance.

He remembered the journey when Liu Shisui and Xiao Shisui left Xiaoshan Village and followed Mo Shi back to Qingshan. He didn't understand why he thought he walked well.

Then he began to miss Gu's carriage.