In the 100th year I traveled

Deming lay quietly on the bed, staring at the scenery out of the window with absent-minded eyes. It was a verdant and lush bamboo forest full of life and vitality, and the clear and crisp chirping of birds could be heard faintly.

His fingers were weakly hanging down on the other side, trembling slightly despite his own will, the beloved saber song in the past was right in front of him, but he couldn't touch it.

He's just a loser now, Deming thought to himself.

The sound of the door being knocked.

Deming came back to his senses, there was a faint moistness flowing out of the corner of his eyes, he raised his hand with difficulty to wipe away the wetness, and said, "Come in!"

Qiuxing pushed open the door, and the first thing he saw was Deming's smiling face, and he couldn't help blurting out: "It's so ugly!"

Deming's face fell down, and he said with a wry smile: "Junior Brother Qiu is too sincere!"

"Junior Brother Qiu?" A figure with small arms and legs came out from behind Qiu Xing, "When did I have an extra disciple?"

Deming was a little surprised, but facing such a lovely face, he couldn't say a serious word: "Little sister..." Sister, are you playing some games with Junior Brother Qiu?

Before he finished speaking, Qiu Xing covered his mouth with lightning speed, and could only look at Qiu Xing with puzzled eyes.

When did Junior Brother Qiu become so powerful, so fast that even he could not see him, or did he become so weak.

"Shhh, don't talk yet, that's my master, who's diagnosing your body." Qiuxing saw what Deming was going to say, and dispelled all his doubts at once.

A child, give him a medical diagnosis, and he is not at all surprised that the Autumn Guild has a child as a teacher. Deming wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh at the child's particularly majestic eyes.

Yuan Xi was not angry, Deming didn't even see how he acted, he had already come in front of him, a soft little hand broke through the defenses, and pressed on his dantian.

"Master, how is it?"

"The golden elixir is completely broken, although the meridians are barely connected back, we can only start from the beginning." Yuan Xi made the same diagnosis as Huahe.

Deming lowered his head in frustration, but still pulled himself together: "It's okay, I'm still young, and I will..."

There is still a chance, obviously even he himself does not believe that the golden core is completely broken, and the meridians are more or less left with hidden wounds. After all, the road will end up with many more difficulties and ups and downs. distance.

"Master." Qiuxing suddenly picked up Yuan Xi, and said pitifully, "Great master! I know you can do it."

"Let go, you traitor." In the next second, there was a small footprint on Qiuxing's face.

"Master, my great master~" Qiuxing lay on the ground and gave full play to his shameless mobility!

"I see." Seemingly unable to bear the numbness of Qiu Xing, Yuan Xi moved his little hands and feet, and said to Deming: "Boy, there is another way, which is very painful. Do you want to try it?"

"No matter what, I'm willing to give it a try." Deming gently stroked Lingqu's scabbard, "At least it won't be worse than it is now."

"That's right, if you fail, you can reincarnate directly, and it won't be worse than now." Yuan Xi nodded, what's the meaning of life without cultivation.

There was a momentary blankness on Deming's face, and he was soon relieved. He had already escaped from death, so it didn't matter if he died again.

"Master, is there a gentler way!" Qiuxing asked, he asked the master to treat Deming, not kill him.

"It's long-winded, it's too much to ask." Yuan Xi hammered her tender fists, and ruthlessly added a big bag to her stupid apprentice.

"Senior, I'm willing to give it a try." Deming said seriously, looking at the small body, it was not the innocence that a child should have, but a kind of arrogance and self-confidence that made people unreasonably convincing, even Subconsciously ignore the child's appearance.

"Okay." Yuan Xi praised, "If you don't die this time, Ling can be reborn."

Qiuxing felt helpless on the side, and at this moment he could only choose to believe, if something was wrong, he was ready to pick up Deming and run away.

"Senior, what do I need to do?" Deming asked.

"First of all, get rid of the current master!" Yuan Xi said.

Two people: "Huh!??"

Yuan Xi said as a matter of course: "After all, I will change your orthodoxy for you, and according to my observation of your cultivation, your previous master was not very good?"

Deming was a little angry and embarrassed: "Senior, forgive me for refusing, but this is the only thing I can't agree to. I can't betray my teacher."

"Idiot." Yuan Xi sneered, and wanted to leave with a flick of his sleeves.

"I agree." The head of Xuyang pushed open the door and entered, ignoring Deming's shocked eyes and said: "From today on, Deming is no longer a disciple of Xuyang Xianzong."

"Master." Deming hurriedly got up regardless of his weak body, "I don't have any..."

The head of Xuyang hurriedly went to help Deming, and looked at Deming lovingly: "Silly boy, don't worry about it, you will get more space if you leave Xuyang Immortal Sect."

"Disciple doesn't want..." Deming's eyes were full of tears, he couldn't let go of Xuyang Xianzong who adopted him and gave him all his abilities.

"Whispering." Yuan Xi pointed at Deming and said, "Do you want to live like this for the rest of your life? If you continue to follow your teacher now, you can only stop at Yuanying at most. What is the difference between you and trash?"

"..." Nascent Soul is also very rare. How many immortals can't even touch the threshold of Nascent Soul in their lifetime.

"Deming, I've made up my mind." A trace of reluctance flashed in Xuyang's head, and he got up and saluted: "I have seen Yuanxi Shengjun, from now on, this person has nothing to do with my Xuyang Xianzong."

Deming's pupils constricted. This child is Yuanxi Shengjun, who is known as the No.1 Yuanxi Shengjun throughout the ages. Then, Deming turned to Qiuxing, and saw Qiuxing scratching his face in embarrassment and looking at him ,say something.

The mouth shape seemed to be "I'm sorry" and a mouthful of old blood was choked in his heart. Deming couldn't help wondering if he hadn't woken up from his dream.

"I..." Deming spoke with difficulty, but he didn't know what to say.

"Time is fate, senior brother, why bother." Qi Bai, who was finally mentally prepared, stopped eavesdropping and walked in.

Qi Bai looked solemn, and the child's appearance could not stop him from respecting Yuan Xi at all: "Junior Qi Bai, who has met Shengjun, is a friend of Tianxing."

Yuan Xi didn't have much energy at all, but after seeing Qi Bai, his eyes lit up, and he put on a cute expression: "Thank you for taking care of me, Tianxing, just tell me what you need, as long as I have what Qi Bai has, I will never treat you badly." .”

A gust of arrogance came over the face.

"Thank you, Shengjun." Qi Bai said with deep meaning: "I am also very happy when I spend time with Tianxing."

Behind Yuan Xi, Qiu Xing's face was flushed, and he didn't know where to put his eyes. Why was Master and Qi Bai meeting here for the first time? He wasn't mentally prepared.

The head of Xu Yang said anxiously: "Shengjun, Deming..."

Deming was on the verge of fainting. He was already exhausted, and he was so stimulated that even Qiuxing wanted to light a candle for him.

Yuan Xi flicked his sleeves lightly, and Deming's side floated up and gently landed on his bed.

Seemingly seeing Deming's question, Yuan Xi temporarily put aside the ambiguous atmosphere between the stupid apprentice and Qi Bai, and concentrated on solving the immediate problem.

Yuan Xi's fingers moved slightly, and Lingqu came to his hand: "This sword is connected with your mind, why not use it to reshape the root bones and condense the sword pill."

Deming's mood was complicated, and he lowered his brows and asked, "How to do it."

The younger brother is right, since the facts have been established, why should he be entangled, if it is Yuanxi Shengjun, there is no need to lie to him.

"In the sword washing pool, reshape the body." Yuan Xi said solemnly, without any scruples about the drastic changes in the faces of the few people.

Chengying seemed extremely excited. The Sword Washing Pond was super comfortable. He liked it very much. Every time Qiuxing made him dizzy, he was willing to leave. But for human beings, there...

Qiu Xing looked horrified. Even if he took a bath in it for two days, he might be gone. The sword washing pool, the sword washing pool, as the name suggests, is for swords. People will soon become scum after entering it!

If another person said this, Qiuxing would never believe it, but if it were his master, eh!He chooses unreserved trust, which is the experience he has gained over the years.

The head of Xu Yang said with difficulty: "Deming is weak, I'm afraid he can't hold on, Shengjun, is there a way to be gentler?"

Yuan Xi didn't answer, just waiting for Deming to speak.

"I want to try it." Deming said flatly, as if his life was just a thin piece of paper, insignificant.

"Well." Yuan Xi said with satisfaction: "Since you agree, then things will be much easier to handle. I will give you a few days to deal with the funeral. After this matter is over, you can come with me!"

The head of Xuyang wanted to say something, but Deming grabbed his shirt, and in the end he could only sigh.

"By the way, do you still remember the appearance of the person who attacked you?" Qiu Xing asked.

"I remember." Deming nodded, his face flickering, as if he didn't want to think about it.

After clearing his breath, Deming said, "It's a high-level demon."

Head Xuyang: "Deming told us when he woke up, why don't I tell you!"

Yuan Xi shook his head, pointed at Deming: "Say it."

Deming continued to recall, and told all the scenery he saw that day. Yuan Xi stretched out his small hand, his face turned dark, and he realized that he couldn't reach it at all, and could only float a certain distance.

Qiuxing held back his laughter, such a master is so cute, when he quietly took out a picture, he recorded everything quietly.

The picture of that day was pulled out like a phantom, flickering in front of everyone, and finally stayed on Qianbaidu's bloodthirsty smiling face.

Deming's face turned pale, his body twitched slightly, the pain from breaking the pill seemed to return to his body, he gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "It's him."

Yuan Xi was a little puzzled. This person seemed familiar, but since he couldn't remember it, he must not be an important person.

Qi Bai's expression remained unchanged, as if the person in the image had nothing to do with him, he just quietly stared at the blood-stained fingertip that was pulled out from Deming's dantian.

Deming's face was pale, coupled with the stimulation he had received this day, he passed out as expected.

The author has something to say:

Yuan Xi, who always spoils his apprentice unconsciously, is hopeless to some extent! ㄟ(▔,▔)ㄏ

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