Sword Demon Shinto

Chapter 86 Sleeping for a year

"The injury of morality?"

Ximen Changtian also frowned, looked at Ximen Ying, and said, "Didn't you go to the Small World? How did you get hurt like this?"

"Yes, father, we went to a small world called Dongyuan, but inside we met a disciple of a mighty man, and what we didn't expect was that he actually realized the meaning of the Tao. Uncle Jiu fought with him, and finally he died The enemy was severely wounded."

"A disciple of the Mighty One?" Ximen Changtian pondered for a moment, his eyes changed. It is no small matter when it comes to the Mighty One. The Mighty One is the absolute pinnacle of the world. Ximen's family owns a giant Only those who are capable can dominate the Western Heaven Territory for so long.

"Do you know which domain that mighty man is from?"

"I don't know." Ximen Ying replied, and then seemed to think of something, and said: "He has a token, which is a sword, made of black black iron, but it is only a first-class sword."

"Black black iron? A first-class sword weapon?" Ximen Changtian was stunned for a moment. He had heard of some powerful and powerful people in the Hundred Regions World, but searching for these two characteristics, it seemed that there were really none.

"you sure?"

"No... not sure, but it's supposed to be true. He doesn't look like a liar."

Ximen Ying said in a condensed voice, thinking back to the scene where Lin Xuan held the sword and fought Ying Jiu, he couldn't help trembling. Even though his strength was disparate and he was covered in blood, he still refused to give up. , how crazy it is!
"Ximen Ying, are you scared?"

Ximen Changtian noticed the change in Ximen Ying's expression, and frowned slightly. Ximen Ying was startled, looked at Ximen Changtian, and fell silent, afraid?He was really scared, as Ying Jiu said, Lin Xuan is an enemy that cannot be provoked, not just a disciple of the mighty.

"Ximen Ying, you are the son of my Ximen Changtian, the Third Highness of the Ximen Mansion, the future Lord of the Ximen Mansion, how can you be afraid of a barbarian native, cheer me up!"

"Yes! Father." Ximen Ying replied, a little lonely. Dong Yuan and his party, he was really hit. , no training resources, no strong person to personally teach, no Taoism, but he can crush him.

"Palace Master, what kind of meaning is this?" Ximen Changtian probed Tan Yingjiu's body, and asked the Palace Master of Baihua Palace beside him.

"I've never seen it before, it's not in the five elements, and it doesn't have yin and yang. Could it be a mutated dao?"

"Variation?"

"Not in the Yin-Yang and Five Elements, that is, the mutated Taoism. I also read it in an ancient book, so I don't understand it."

The Lord of Baihua Palace frowned, put his hand on Yingjiu's forehead to feel it, his face changed constantly, and finally shook his head.

"This person can't be saved. Dao will go deep into the sea of ​​consciousness. Unless Patriarch Ximen takes action himself, there may be a glimmer of hope."

"It's unlikely. The ancestor has been in seclusion for 700 years. Now is the critical moment. Don't disturb him at this time. Palace Master, do you have any other methods?" Ximen Changtian shook his head and asked.

"There is only one way." The Mistress of Baihua Palace looked at Ximen Changtian, who was startled.

"You mean..."

"Yes, find the native of the small world and let him come to rescue, maybe there will be a glimmer of life."

……

In front of the stone gate, the gatekeeper bowed respectfully towards Ximen Changtian, and said: "Mansion Master, this is the entrance to the small world of Dongyuan, from which you can enter the land of Dongyuan, but I still have to advise you, think twice before acting. "

"Why?"

Ximen Changtian was puzzled and looked at the gatekeeper.

"Palace Master, the predecessor of this small world was a holy place, although it is only a broken corner, but..."

"But what?"

"The old man can't tell, but there is always a bad premonition, as if the sky is about to fall."

The gatekeeper said slowly, Ximen Changtian's heart was shocked. A cultivator is going against the sky, so he must be taboo. Since he has a bad premonition, there must be a source, and this source is this small world. Not to enter, Ximen Changtian hesitated in just one thought.

"Mansion Master, the ancestor has left the customs!"

A person flew into the stone gate, bowed to Ximen Changtian, bowed and said, Ximen Changtian was startled.

"Is this God's will?"

After taking a last look at Shimen, Ximen Changtian turned and left. The ancestor had left the customs, so he didn't need to look for Lin Xuan anymore. No one knew what was hidden in the lost holy land, and Ximen Changtian didn't dare to set foot on it easily.

The land of Dongyuan!Qianlong Villa!
In a room, Lin Xuan lay quietly on the bed with a peaceful expression, without a single sound, as if he had died.

"Young master, it's been a year, and Xiaoya is going to be old, why is the young master still awake?"

Xiaoya leaned against the edge of the bed, staring at Lin Xuan with a pair of big eyes, and suddenly lost her mind.

"Oh, I forgot, it's noon, the young master must be hungry, don't worry, Xiaoya is going to get the rice porridge for the young master."

Xiaoya said to herself, stood up from the ground, trotted out of the room, yelled for a bowl of rice porridge, the group of people below hurriedly got busy, even though it was just a bowl of rice porridge, they still wanted to show the demeanor of a full banquet.

Who is the young man in the room?They didn't know it at the beginning, but when they knew it, they were shocked one by one. The Lord of the Night Wuxin, the great general Wang Shizi, who is now the Emperor of Han, rumored to be the most powerful man in the world, slaughtering all the strong and killing the Emperor Yan, how overbearing ?
It has been a year since the battle at the top of the Forbidden City ended. During this year, the Three Kingdoms and the Wilderness have truly merged. There is no boundary, and there is only one country, the Han Dynasty!

The Han Dynasty, the capital of Huaiyang City, the former site of the Three Kingdoms as the main city, divided the world into 72 counties, and there are countless counties below. In one year, the Han Dynasty has really stepped on the right track, and it is a prosperous scene.

Central City!
A huge stone sculpture rises from the ground, it is a young man, holding a sword in one hand, looking up at the sky, with a faint gaze, proud of everything, the world knows that this is the founding emperor of the Han Dynasty, Lin Xuan.

The legend of Lin Xuan was sung by bards, written into poems, sung all over the world, and spread throughout the sky and the earth.

Lin Xuan didn't know all this. After the battle on the top of the Forbidden City, Lin Xuan lost consciousness. It has been a year, and countless doctors and rare treasures still can't wake Lin Xuan up.

"Master, rice porridge is here. Your favorite flavor is bitter melon. You said that life is like this bitter melon. You can taste the bitterness before you can feel the sweetness. But young master, you have had enough bitterness. How can you enjoy it when you are about to enjoy it?" Did you fall asleep when you were sweet?"

"Master, come, let me feed you." Xiaoya fed Lin Xuan mouthful, wiped off the overflowing rice porridge, her eyes were reddish, she packed up the dishes and was about to send them out when one hand grabbed her .

Xiaoya was startled, and turned to look at Lin Xuan who was smiling, tears dripping down like rain.

"Master!"

(End of this chapter)