Before Sifeijian, Changming once had a sword called Chunchao.

In the spring day, the clouds are high, and the morning sun is luxurious. The word "spring dynasty" shows the sword master's high spirits in the first half of his life.

He inherited the Jade Emperor Temple in his early years. Because of his outstanding talent and outstanding cultivation, he carried forward the Taoist Temple, and even became one of the great sects of Taoism. It's nothing more than these glory and strength.

But Chang Ming did not stop because of this. He left the Taoist school and turned to Buddhism. Before leaving, he left the Chunchao sword to his disciple Yun Weisi, but he himself was empty-handed and did not take anything with him until he tempered the Sifei sword himself.

This sword was brought to Wanshen Mountain by him, but it did not enter the abyss with him.

Zhou can say that the Sifei sword is likely to fall on Yun Weisi.

Now his words have been confirmed.

This sword is indeed in Yun Weisi's hand.

Because the opponent used Sifei Sword to kill him.

"Stop!" Chen Ting lost his voice.

He was too far away to stop in time.

The sword pierced Chang Ming's body, and the tip of the sword emerged from his back.

But Chang Ming didn't even move, and there wasn't even a trace of pain on his face.

He even laughed out loud, his brows slightly raised, and his face showed sarcasm.

"You use my sword to kill me?"

All things have spirits, and so do swords.

No matter what, Sifeijian couldn't devour the master.

Naturally, Yun Weisi couldn't kill him with this sword.

Pulling out the sword, Yun Weisi didn't know what to do, and the sword disappeared from his hand.

"Now you are not qualified to hold this Sifei sword."

He told Chang Ming that his cold tone was to state the facts, but he didn't see any love and hatred between master and apprentice.

Chang Ming nodded: "Indeed."

Yun Weisi said coldly: "I didn't expect that I haven't seen you for many years, but you have become so weak. You are not worthy of me calling you master."

There was no sadness on Changming's face, but he smiled and said: "I should be the one to say this. I haven't seen you for many years. Why did you fall into Jiuchongyuan? The head of the Taoist sect became the leader of Jiuchongyuan. It seems that there is nothing worthwhile." Proud."

Without saying a word, Yun Weisi directly grabbed Chang Ming.

Without Si Fei Sword, he can still kill Chang Ming.

The latter had been on guard for a long time, and jumped back when he saw this, with the glazed golden bead stick in front of him, and the two fought for more than ten rounds in an instant.

With Chang Ming's strength, it was inevitable that he would lose, but Chang Ming could feel that Yun Weisi's cultivation seemed to be limited by some kind of power, even worse than Yun Hai before—even though they were originally the same person.

Although Yun Weisi still remembered his relationship with Chang Ming, he would kill him as soon as he made a move.

Yunhai acts righteously and evil without any scruples, all according to his own preferences, but he knows nothing about the relationship between the two.

What did his eldest disciple experience in Jiuchongyuan in the past?

Naturally, Chen Ting couldn't just sit and watch Chang Ming being killed, so he hurried to stop him, standing in the middle.

"Fellow Daoist Yun, I have something to say. We just fought side by side for life and death, how did we become enemies in a blink of an eye? There must be some misunderstanding..."

Yun Weisi: "Get out of the way."

The invisible coercion rushed towards his face, Chen Ting took half a step back and stopped again.

"Step aside."

Yun Weisi said it again, this time with a slight movement of his wrist, he directly showed the Sifei sword.

The Sifei sword couldn't kill Chang Ming, but it didn't mean it couldn't move Chen Ting.

Chen Ting was surprised. He didn't know Sifeijian, but found that the sword in the opponent's hand was exuding amazing sword energy, and he was eager to find the sacrificial sword.

"Friend Daoist Yun, can you listen to me..."

"There's no time."

Yun Weisi said suddenly.

This sentence has no beginning and no end, it seems very strange, Chen Ting didn't know how to answer it for a while.

After all, Yun Weisi shot directly, it was a posture of people blocking the killing Buddha blocking the killing Buddha.

Chen Ting had no choice but to sacrifice the Guyue Sword to fight.

The few people had just finished dealing with Fu Xiaoshan, and before they could even take a breath, they had to do it again.

The glazed golden bead stick hit the ground heavily, and a sea of ​​flames appeared between the two of them and Yun Weisi in an instant.

"Walk!"

When Changming made a sound, Chen Ting turned around and used his sword without hesitation, and did not forget to grab Changming, and the two flew to the small bridge on the other side separated by water droplets.

Yun Weisi pursued closely, Chang Ming turned around and slapped a few Zen sounds with his Zen staff, layers of golden swastikas formed an enchantment in an instant, preventing Yun Weisi from going forward.

The small bridge is close at hand, and the end of the bridge is actually a rocky waterfall.

The two had no choice but to rush behind the waterfall.

Just approaching the small bridge, you can feel the water vapor blowing towards your face.

Not hallucinations.

There was a faint hole behind the waterfall, which could not be seen clearly, so Chen Ting did not dare to rush in rashly.

Chang Ming's heart skipped a beat and he made a quick decision.

"Rush in!"

Yun Weisi, who was chasing after him, saw the two rushing towards the back of the waterfall, his expression changed slightly, and he actually stopped.

The two disappeared behind the waterfall, he thought for a while, took the Sifei sword, and entered the waterfall.

The sound of the water was loud, as if it was pouring down from the Milky Way, rushing down thousands of miles.

Chen Ting felt that his ears were completely covered by the sound of water, his eyes were full of water, and he couldn't even open his eyes. The flying sword had completely lost its effect, and his spiritual power could not be used for an instant. He could only barely move forward, staggering.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab Chang Ming beside him, but found nothing. He had no choice but to follow his intuition. After an unknown amount of time, the pouring water finally disappeared, but the lingering sound still lingered in his ears, as if the waterfall had not yet come. Far.

Chen Ting wiped his face and looked around, but he didn't find any sign of the waterfall. Instead, he looked around the wilderness, and there was a memorial archway in front of him, which was written to Tianchuicheng.

Not far away, Chang Ming was leaning on a stone, his eyes half closed, as if he was closing his eyes to rest his mind.

And Yun Weisi, who was still chasing after him just now, is still missing.

Chen Ting breathed a sigh of relief and walked over.

"Fellow Daoist Changming, are you alright?"

Chang Ming shook his head slightly, didn't speak, and didn't open his eyes.

Chen Ting saw that his face was vain and pale. It should be that he was seriously injured, but he didn't do anything to heal his injuries.

"I learned a little bit of medical management when I was in the teacher's school. If you don't dislike it, you might as well let me show you."

When he first met Xu Jingxian, Chen Ting subconsciously classified Chang Ming as a demon cultivator like Xu Jingxian. Now he naturally knew that it was a misunderstanding. A person who can use a glazed golden bead stick and a lonely moon sword cannot possibly be a demon cultivator. .

Although Chang Ming claimed to be a loose cultivator, there were many practitioners in the world, and there were many hidden masters who had great backgrounds or great masters but didn't want to be exposed. Since the other party didn't say much, Chen Ting thoughtfully didn't ask any more.

"Didn't you notice?"

Chang Ming opened his eyes, and said slowly, "Now you check your inner breath, do you still have half of your spiritual power?"

Chen Ting was taken aback for a moment, then his expression changed drastically.

He really didn't think much about it just now, only when he was injured and exhausted, his steps would be weak and heavy.

"This, what's going on? Are we poisoned?!"

All the spiritual power in the body became clean as if it had been sucked away, without any remaining.

"Sword up!"

Chen Ting threw the Guyue sword and made a sword trick.

The sword drew an arc in the air and plunged straight into the soil.

Chen Ting: ...

"Am I dreaming? Are we in an illusion again?"

He was a little dazed, afraid that another kingdom of daughters would suddenly appear somewhere and try to arrest him into the palace.

"This should be the Eighth Abyss. The waterfall we saw should be the Tianchui Waterfall."

Chang Ming coughed twice, he remembered what Cai Yun Weisi said just now.

Yun Weisi said, there is no time.

The day belongs to Yun Weisi, and the night is the sea of ​​clouds.

Now the top of the head is scorching hot, and it is still long before the night, Yun Weisi said that there is not much time, not that the sea of ​​clouds will come out soon, but that Chang Ming and the others will enter the Tianchui Waterfall first.

"If you and I have become mortal through that waterfall, so must everyone else."

Including Yun Weisi.

Interesting if true.

What will it be like when everyone in the Eighth Abyss is an ordinary person and no longer distinguishes between high and low based on cultivation?

Naturally, his unfilial disciple couldn't kill him either.

Chen Ting asked: "Then if we can go out, will our cultivation recover?"

Chang Ming: "When Fellow Daoist Yun comes after you, you can ask him?"

Chen Ting: ...

Seeing that Chang Ming barely got up, he subconsciously reached out to help him, only to realize that the other person had been cut obliquely from the back of his shoulder to his arm. The blood had dried up, but the marks left behind were even more ferocious.

Chen Ting felt pain when he saw it.

He asked cautiously: "Are you really okay, or I will carry you?"

"No need."

Chang Ming would naturally be in pain, and he even found that while his cultivation base was advancing by leaps and bounds, the pain he felt when he was injured would be more intense than usual.

But these are bearable.

And it's not necessarily safe here.

"Go into the city first, find a place to rest and talk about it later."

Seeing that he was directly using the Zen stick as a crutch, Chen Ting twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to say something, but held back.

The treasure of the dignified Qingyun Temple... Forget it, there are no bald donkeys here anyway.

After passing the archway, the two walked a few more miles, and finally saw people.

Not only is there a lot of people, but it is also quite lively.

Chen Ting wanted to rub his eyes.

"Are they...going to the market?"

He was indeed not mistaken, the scattered vendors and the crowds of people coming and going were just the common sights in the cities of various countries on the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year outside.

However, this is Jiuzhongyuan.

And those who sell and buy things have become monks.

It's normal to think about it.

When everyone here has lost their spiritual power, everyone is also an ordinary person, and the method of distinguishing the strong from the weak by means of cultivation and fighting skills is no longer feasible. After a long time, those who cannot get out have to think about their livelihoods, and naturally they are just like people outside live up.

Therefore, there are not only market inns in the city, but also people farming, some rich people who are dressed brightly and covered in silk and satin, and there are also men and women who do not mix well and wear simple and shabby clothes.

Chang Ming had no time to take a closer look, the pain from the wound made him break out in a cold sweat.

Chen Ting hurriedly helped him into a nearby inn.

Living in an inn here also requires money, and the clerk asked when they met, "Do you two have money from the sky?"

Chen Ting: "What is that?"

The clerk laughed and said, "To stay and eat in this city requires money from the heavens. If you don't have any, you can give me your valuables. I will take them to the **** shop and convert the price. I will refund any excess."

Chen Ting: "What valuable things do you charge?"

Dude: "Naturally, it is a magical weapon, such as the sword of Lang Jun."

Chen Ting: "After entering here, isn't it true that all magic weapons and spiritual weapons won't work?"

Dude: "Having said that, these things are still valuable, and one day they will be worth a hundred times when they go out. On the other hand, if you stay here for a day, you have to eat and drink like an ordinary person. I think I was still the same when I came in ten years ago." Isn't the well-known master of one party still doing odd jobs here?"

Chen Ting had nothing to say.

Naturally, it was impossible for him to **** the Guyue Sword, and it was impossible for Chang Ming to take out the Glazed Gold Bead Stick, so the two sides were at a stalemate.

The man saw that Chang Ming was injured, so he took his time and waited for them to subdue.

"You two, don't say that I didn't remind you. It's still daytime. When it gets dark, you two can't find a place to live. It will be dangerous."

Chen Ting frowned, just pretending to be a false threat from the assistant: "How do you say that?"

The other party was about to speak, but someone came in from outside.

"I pay them."

…

Yun Weisi looked up at the sky.

The sky was sunny and the sky was cloudless.

But the person he wanted to kill was lost.

Tianchui Waterfall is the place he hates the most in Jiuchongyuan.

Because here, all spiritual power will disappear, and everyone will become an ordinary person.

If you want to leave, you have to wait for the right time, place and people.

In order to kill Changming, he came in.

There was a low moan from the palm of your hand.

It was a voice only he could hear.

Like a dragon chant.

But he knew it wasn't a dragon.

It's the sword chant of Sifeijian.

Si Feijian seldom moved, even if he was propelling it, it was just as if he was moving his arms and fingers, silently.

But after meeting Jiufang Changming today, he reacted for the first time.

Yun Weisi's wrist moved slightly, and the long black sword was held by him.

The inscription glows slightly, as if meeting an old friend who has been reunited for a long time.

He knew that Sifei Sword once belonged to Jiufang Changming.

But Yun Weisi felt that the other party was no longer qualified to own this sword.

Why did Si Feijian react like this?

The past is vivid.

He remembered Jiufang Changming, and he remembered that he joined the teacher and broke with him. In the end, the two walked on different paths.

He also remembered that he must kill him, no matter what the ends of the earth.

As time goes by, all memories gradually fade away, but only this belief survives.

He didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to send him to the door not long after he regained consciousness after retreating.

Forget it, in Tianchui Waterfall, it's just a little more troublesome, it's not a problem.

But, why does Si Feijian make a low moan that is almost mournful?

Yun Weisi looked at the golden inscription on the sword body with no sadness or joy.

"He is no longer worthy of using you, and you are still reluctant to kill him?"

Si Feijian naturally wouldn't answer.

Yun Weisi didn't need to answer either.

He strode forward.

Be sure to find Jiufang Changming before dark.

…

"Friend Xu!"

A long drought meets rain, and a foreign country meets an old friend.

Chen Ting was full of surprises, and his mood at this moment was no less than that of Gan Lin and his old friend.

Xu Jingxian was still that delicate woman in purple clothes.

Even the enchanting aura of walking has not changed.

Chen Ting was a bit shy at first, but now he feels more cordial.

At the very least, Xu Jingxian is still a human being. Compared with Fu Xiaoshan, who has eight legs, and Meng Li, who has lost his lower body, he is much more affectionate.

Xu Jingxian looked at him with disgust, and then turned to Chang Ming, affectionate and considerate.

"Ming Lang, fortunately you are fine, do you really miss my slave's house?"

Chang Ming: "You give the money first."

Xu Jingxian: ...

She took out a few silver coins, handed them to the clerk, and waved her hand with pride.

"Two upper rooms!"

The upper room is really the upper room.

The bedding smells like it has been ironed, and even the water for drinking has been warmed in advance, and the furnishings are no less than that of a rich family's house in a capital city outside.

Chen Ting still had the heart to appreciate it a few times, but Chang Ming's eyes darkened and he almost fell down.

Fortunately, Xu Jingxian's eyes were sharp, and she stretched out her hand to hold her in her arms.

"How did Ming Lang get hurt like this?!"

Chen Ting: ...Look what I did, I didn't hit it.

Xu Jingxian actually brought wound medicine with her. While applying medicine to Chang Ming, she listened to Chen Ting's account of their fight with Fu Xiaoshan, and couldn't help curling her lips when she heard Yun Hai suddenly attacking them.

"I have already seen that he is not a good person!"

"At first you were fascinated by the color, and wanted to have a good night with him."

After Chang Ming finished speaking, he snorted.

Xu Jingxian specially increased his strength.

"That was also the beginning!"

Chen Ting was not in the mood for joking, he was more concerned about Tianchuicheng's problems.

"The person said just now that we will be in danger when it gets dark. Fellow Daoist Xu, do you know why?"