The little junior sister is fierce and fierce, the whole sect is waiting for her to ascend

Chapter 57 Painting?
"Grandpa, why is there an injured little girl here?"

In the early morning, an old man and a young man suddenly appeared in Sanli Temple. The old man's eyebrows and beard are all white, and his one-foot-long white beard is entangled and knotted with each other, and there are still some oil stains on it, making it look sloppy.

The younger one was a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old. He had thick eyebrows and round eyes, and his face was covered in black and gray. It looked like he had smeared a few handfuls of pot ash on his face. The most eye-catching thing was his muscular body, which even the tattered clothes couldn't cover.

The young man who just spoke out was Duan Shiming.

"Let me take a look!" Duan Hongrui glanced sideways at Zhang Yunran.

"The seven orifices are bleeding, the Dantian is damaged, and the sea of ​​​​consciousness is severely damaged. The person is basically disabled!" Duan Hongrui casually spit out a series of injuries.

"The Dantian is damaged and the sea of ​​consciousness is severely damaged? Grandpa, is she a monk?" Duan Shiming's round eyes suddenly shone brightly.

"It's true that he is a monk, but he is also a retired monk." Duan Hongrui raised his eyelids.

Duan Shiming was unwilling to go closer to check, but unexpectedly tripped over something on the ground.

"You are so old, you can't even walk smoothly." Duan Hongrui muttered contemptuously, and then he looked blank and said, "Wait, don't move!"

He stared at something at Duan Shiming's feet, then ran over quickly like a leopard ready to go, and picked up the black wood on the ground.

He hurriedly clasped the wooden block to his chest with one hand, rolled up his sleeve with the other and wiped it gently.

Duan Shiming stood up and approached Duan Hongrui and asked, "Grandpa, what is this?"

"The heart of the eucalyptus tree!" Duan Hongrui said tremblingly.

Duan Shiming's eyes widened suddenly, "Excellent material for forging the Evil Killing Sword!"

Duan Hongrui couldn't put it down and rubbed the black wood repeatedly. He nodded repeatedly when he heard this, "Yes! The heart of the tree is the best material for forging the evil-killing sword! It really takes no effort at all!"

"Grandpa, this might belong to that little girl!" Seeing that his grandfather wanted to take it for himself, Duan Shiming hurriedly reminded him.

"So what if it's hers? In the world of cultivation, there are not many people killing people and seizing treasures? I didn't give her a touch up, so it's already a great kindness!" Duan Hongrui didn't care.

"It's wrong to take other people's things while the little girl is unconscious!" Duan Shiming pressed his hand on the heart of the salu tree and rubbed his neck.

"I asked you, why are you so stubborn! This person needs to be more flexible in this world, so that he can live a better life!" Duan Hongrui tried to reason with his grandson.

"No matter how flexible you are, you can't just take other people's things when they are in danger! I would rather win a fair fight with them than take other people's things when they are in danger!" Duan Shiming said firmly.

"You idiot! The heart of the alder tree is the best material for forging the Evil-Slaying Sword! If we missed it this time, we don't know when we can find it next time?"

"That can't be taken away while the person is still awake!" The struggle in Duan Shiming's eyes flashed away.

"What's not allowed? Do you want to avenge your parents?" Duan Hongrui asked him impatiently, his patience exhausted.

Duan Shiming lowered his head and said, "My parents' hatred is irreconcilable, and retribution must be repaid. But if we take away the little girl's things like this, what's the difference between us and those who killed my parents? In the end, we just took away the little girl's things." At least we have to get the little girl’s consent..."

"She is so injured that she won't wake up for ten days and a half. Shall we wait for her?" Duan Hongrui raised his eyebrows with sarcasm in his eyes, "You insist on the so-called morality, but what's the result? It almost happened. The whole family was slaughtered. Let me tell you, since the morality we insist on cannot protect us, why should we insist on it? Isn't it good to be free and free as we please? "

Duan Shiming clenched his fists, blushed and said: "Doing whatever you want outside of morality does not make people free! Grandpa, you have changed!"

"You bastard! How dare you reprimand your grandfather and me!" Duan Hongrui became angry with embarrassment.

Duan Shiming pursed his lips and looked at his grandfather stubbornly.

The grandfather and grandson were in a stalemate, and Duan Shiming was finally defeated. "Grandpa can take other people's things, but we have to take her back to Lieyang Valley and heal her injuries!"

"Just because she wants to cure her like this, how much of our talents and treasures will be wasted?" Duan Hongrui was not happy.

"But the wood core of the Po tree is also a rare treasure!" This time Duan Shiming's bright eyes were full of persistence.

"It's up to you! Anyway, those things in the valley will be given to you in the future, so you can spend whatever you like!"

Zhang Yunran woke up to the rhythmic tinkling sounds. Looking around, he saw a simple bamboo house. The room was in a mess, and a huge black spider overhead was spinning a web while raising its legs to show off its power towards her.

The quilt covering her body was so dark that the color could not be seen. A pot and two cups on the table were poured into the tray. Three of the four stools were overturned and one was lying across the middle of the room. She sat up and rubbed her dizzy head. She felt that her head was a little empty, as if she had forgotten something important.

This is where? Why is she here?
There was a "squeak" sound from the door, and the room suddenly became much brighter. However, Duan Shiming's big body stood towards the door, and most of the light was immediately blocked by him.

"Little girl, you're awake!" Duan Shiming shouted in surprise, his voice rich and loud.

Zhang Yunran looked confused, "Who are you? Where are you?"

Duan Shiming scratched his head and said, "This is Lieyang Valley, and my name is Duan Shiming. Little girl, do you have any discomfort on your body?"

Zhang Yunran shook his head.

"How did you get so seriously injured? You almost couldn't be saved!"

Zhang Yunran tried hard to think back.

"Smelly girl! How dare she..."

"Hey, you're going to die like this!"

"Don't send me back to space, don't! You will die if you bear this alone!"

"Little Master, let me go out and help you!"

Noisy sounds came one after another. Zhang Yunran held his head in his hands and trembled all over.

"Relax, don't think about it if you can't remember it! You can live in Lieyang Valley with peace of mind!"

Duan Shiming saw Zhang Yunran looking in pain and hurriedly comforted him.

After a long pause, the voice in Zhang Yunran's head calmed down. She gently pulled the corners of her dry lips and thanked Duan Shiming, "Thank you for your life-saving grace!"

"You're welcome!" Duan Shiming waved his hand in embarrassment, "By the way, when we were at Sanli Temple, we saw a piece of the heart of a cypress tree next to you. We had been looking for that thing for a long time, and you were unconscious at the time. , we won’t use it for ourselves.”

Zhang Yunran felt that his head was empty and he couldn't think of anything about the wood heart of the eucalyptus tree. "Just use it!"

"Don't worry, after we take your things, we will definitely find a way to cure you!" The young man's eyes were full of sincerity.

"Thank you!"

"You don't need to thank me. You've been lying down for three months. How about I carry you out for a walk. It might be good for your recovery." Duan Shiming suggested.

Zhang Yunran also wanted to know the environment outside, so he nodded.

Lieyang Valley is filled with mist and steam, and the temperature is refreshing and pleasant. The green trees are lush, the red flowers are delicate, the grass is fresh and tender, the mountains are towering, and the springs are tinkling...

The scenery here is as beautiful as a painting.

painting?
Zhang Yunran remembered that she seemed to have a painting.

"Senior Brother Duan, did you see a painting where you found me?" Zhang Yunran asked, lying on Duan Shiming's back.

"Painting? No, we only saw a piece of the heart of the alder tree next to you. Why don't you ask my grandpa to help look for it next time he comes out of the valley?" Duan Shiming stopped and explained to her, "Usually my grandpa It comes out of the valley once every ten days and half a month, and I come out of the valley once every six months.”

"Okay!" Zhang Yunran responded crisply, but he was thinking hard about the painting in his mind.

"Where is the way home? What is in my heart is home! There is no need to bury the souls of grievances. If there are grievances today, we will resolve them today. In the future, we will return to the Nine Heavens with peace of mind. Mei Xiangqin will build the road."

"What...are you talking about?" Duan Shiming, who didn't hear clearly, had not finished his sentence when a huge scroll suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. As the scroll slowly unfolded, countless dots of golden light continued to overflow from the painting.

His mouth opened wide in shock, "So many telepathic powers!"

Zhang Yunran frowned. The painting in her impression didn't seem to be that big.

(End of this chapter)