That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 203

At first, he didn't feel anything, but as he practiced the exercises, the pain gradually came. Xu Beiyou first felt a slight numbness in the bones of his whole body, and then this numbness turned into itching, and finally the itching turned into a piercing pain , as if tens of thousands of ants were gnawing at his own bones, straight into the bone marrow, this feeling is simply indescribable in words.

Rao Xu Beiyou couldn't bear this kind of suffering. His originally handsome face instantly became extremely distorted, and even a little hideous. His hands clasped the ground with ten fingers, but the ground here was comparable to King Kong, even if his hands and sword It's hard to leave even the slightest trace of the weapon, but instead let his nails shatter and turn up, dripping with blood.

At this time, one can clearly see that in Xu Beiyou's body, there are streams of qi moving along the bones of the whole body. The original bones were first shattered inch by inch, and then recombined under the nourishment of vitality.

This process is repeated, over and over again, until the bone becomes a sword bone, and then it is exercise.

Xu Beiyou let go of his hands suddenly, raised his head and let out an inhuman howl.

At the same time, a series of sounds of bones breaking came from inside his body, which seemed to have no end.Just listening to the sound will make people get goosebumps, and the degree of penetration is even worse than the various tortures in the Dark Guard Mansion.

Xu Beiyou tried his best to maintain the clarity of his spiritual altar, roaring hoarsely like a raging beast, trying to vent the pain that ordinary people couldn't bear.

The dead master said that he was the first-class xinxing, Xu Beiyou didn't know what the first-class xinxing was, but in his mind, it should be the top xinxing in the world, since the supreme sword body is the most It is a test of the mind of the cultivator. The patriarch who created the supreme sword body can bear this kind of suffering, and there is no reason for him not to bear it.

But truth is truth, and reality is reality. When I try it myself, the degree of pain is far beyond Xu Beiyou's expectation. It is too difficult to keep the Lingtai clear and run the Qi machine in such pain. It's too difficult, but once the mind loses control and the qi in the body riots, it will definitely end in death.

Why is there great terror between life and death?Because there is too much nostalgia and reluctance in this world, Xu Beiyou doesn't want to die here, he doesn't want to leave this world at this age, he still wants to see the world, he still wants to be a human being, he still wants to marry Xiao Zhinan, he I also want to fulfill my master's last wish and revive Jianzong.

Buddhists say that the hardest thing in life is not being able to ask for it and not being able to let it go.

For Xu Beiyou, he has too many things he can't ask for and can't let go of.

If you can't ask for it, you have to fight hard, and if you can't let it go, you have to pick it up!

No pain No gain.

This is a truth that he understood at a very young age.

So he doesn't regret today's decision!

Xu Beiyou raised his right hand, with five fingers like hooks, avoiding the vital points of his heart, and stabbed hard into his chest without hesitation, blood spurted out immediately.

Another completely different pain came from his chest, which slightly distracted his attention.

Stop pain with pain.

Xu Beiyou stood up from the futon, his hair disheveled, his hands avoiding vital parts and stabbing his body continuously, blood flowed all over his body, and he became a bloody man in a short time.

The blood accumulated on the ground meanders like a small river.

The sky was full of dark clouds.

In the mourning hall of the back mansion of East Lake Bieyuan, Zhang Xueyao, who had come back at some time, stood in front of Gongsun Zhongmou's spiritual tablet and burned a stick of incense.

The mourning hall is dim, and there are still white banners hanging on it.

Under the illumination of the ever-burning lamp, the four characters of Gongsun Zhongmou on the tablet looked a little mottled.

Zhang Xueyao stared at her husband's name. These four characters were written by him in regular Chinese script long before his death, just like him, square and square to the point of being unreasonable and helpless.

At that time, he also said with a smile that if one day encounters an accident outside, he would use this tablet.

I never thought it was a prophecy.

It's just that his apprentice, unlike his regular script, which follows the rules, is more like a pair of running script, which is unconstrained, but it will not become a wild grass like Murong Xuanyin, who despises all the rules of the world.

Could it be that the blue is really better than the blue?

Zhang Xueyao picked up a jug of wine, poured it all in front of the memorial tablet, and said softly: "You are gone, the most suffering is not me, but that child. He really risked his life to take over this burden that was 20 years too early." After going up, if he can't survive this test, what should you do when you master and apprentice meet in the sky?"

With a click, there was a sudden thunderclap, and pea-sized raindrops began to fall.

Immediately afterwards, a series of rumbling Xia Lei exploded, and thunder snakes danced wildly, as if to tear the gray sky apart.

Midsummer is rainy.

What's more, it's the midsummer in the south of the Yangtze River. It's like a child's face, changing at will.

The downpour fell in a moment.

With such a heavy rain, let alone traveling, even the road cannot be seen halfway, and there is only a vast expanse of whiteness between the sky and the earth.

After an unknown amount of time, an old man wearing a hat and poncho came in the rain. His whole body was soaked, and he stood in the heavy rain outside the mourning hall, silent.

Zhang Xueyao seemed to have expected the arrival of the old man a long time ago, without the slightest surprise, she just turned around and asked coldly: "Senior Brother Shangguan, you have been cultivating in seclusion in Weiguo for more than ten years, and your current cultivation level is no longer below that of a concubine. It seems that the child from Beiyou can be sure of surviving?"

The old man's face was calm, and he said softly: "Not long ago, the old man advised him to take a long-term view and not to stick to the immediate gains and losses. After all, there is still a long way to go for young people, so why bother driving himself to a dead end early? It's just that he didn't want to listen. The old man's advice, the old man can't do anything about it. As for his chances of surviving, in the old man's opinion, it's just a narrow escape, which is only slightly better than ten deaths and no life."

Zhang Xueyao turned her head to look at Xu Beiyou's retreat place, she was silent for a long time, then slowly stretched out her hand, spread her five fingers, and a white light slowly appeared in her hand.

After a while, the white light dissipated, and it turned out to be a long sword. The head, hilt, buttress, body, spine, and tip of the sword are all white.

This sword is called Baihong, which is Zhang Xueyao's sword and one of the twelve swords of Jianzong. It is a pair with Gongsun Zhongmou's sword Xuanming. In the early years, it was called black and white double swords.

She took a step forward, and with awe-inspiring sword intent, she soared into the sky.

Different from the rigidity of the [-] Platinum Sword Qi, the Wusheng Sword Qi exuded a femininity, and without a sound, countless raindrops had turned into a faint mist, and the entire East Lake Courtyard unexpectedly showed a kind of A strange scene that does not touch a drop of rain.

Shangguan Qinghong still stood still, shook his head and said: "Since it is the child's own decision, why should us elders point fingers? Whether it is successful or not depends on the will of heaven and the child's good fortune. If the child really has this opportunity, he will definitely be able to turn the crisis into safety."

Zhang Xueyao hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Senior brother Shangguan, do you think Beiyou can really seize that chance of survival?"

Shangguan Qinghong, who is now the oldest person in the Sword Sect, said in a deep voice: "Whether you can catch it or not, the old man doesn't care, and Junior Sister Zhang, you also don't matter, only God and that child can decide."

Zhang Xueyao's expression changed several times, and finally she put away the Baihong sword in her hand, and sighed: "Beiyou is the only disciple of Zhongmou, and I also regard him as my own. If I really want to die here, I really don't know what to do." Explain to Zhongmou under Jiuquan."

Shangguan Qinghong looked up at the thunderous sky above his head, and said with emotion: "The child was chosen by the suzerain himself, so he naturally has a luck that is closely related to my sword sect. The way of heaven is impermanent. Naturally, the danger can be saved, but if the sky is going to kill my sword sect..."

Before the old man finished speaking, Zhang Xueyao's face became solemn, and she said softly: "The supreme sword body is extremely domineering, forging a human body as a sword embryo, the pain, even if it is placed on a monk in the realm of the earth fairy After all, that child has been able to persist until now without breaking down, which is already worthy of Zhong Mou's evaluation of his character. In all fairness, if he was born in a Taoist sect, he would not have to take this dangerous path, and he may not be able to be on the list of secrets in a few decades. .”

Shangguan Qinghong sighed softly.

Could it be that this young man, who he also finds very unusual, wants to succeed and lose to Sword Sect?
(End of this chapter)