Chapter 1326

Qin Li was so frightened that he could not believe his own judgment.

Cloud poem rain silly eye: "you talk nonsense what, a big living person, how can die!"

Qin Li's brow is deeply wrinkled. He urges his mind to infiltrate the flesh of the plum blossom hermit. He wants to see the truth, but he sees a terrible scene.

The vital energy has been cut off, the internal organs have been decaying for a long time, the blood is decaying and blackening, the body is stiff, and there are still body spots. It is a corpse at all, and it has been dead for more than ten days. The only special thing is that there is a huge amount of cold plum sword Qi stored in the elixir field, and the sword spirit is lingering in the brain, so it is impossible to explore.

"Help me in!"

Qin Li helped the plum blossom family back to the hut.

Yun Shiyu cleans out an old bamboo bed and puts a tiger skin on it.

Now!

As the sun sets, the sky and the earth are dark.

It's as if all things come to an end, the earth is long and silent.

Tonight, there are no bright stars and moon, only the clouds covering the sky. Suddenly, the cold wind rises and the ice crystal snow falls. Thousands of mountains are dead and there is no smoke in thousands of miles.

"Why did the plum tree wither?" Cloud poem rain panic call.

Qin Li looked sideways, more than 800 plum trees, withered in the snow, branches rustle and fall, like rotten wood broken. In the blink of an eye, there was only a broken flower and branch in the big plum blossom forest. It was soon buried by the snow, and there was no trace.

"This plum grove is the result of the previous generation's sword spirit. Now the sword spirit has dispersed, the flowers have withered, and the trees have fallen." Qin Li's heart is full of clouds.

Yun Shiyu was surprised and undecided: "doesn't this mean that our predecessors have..."

"Wait for the miracle!" Qin Li said.

This night!

It's hard to suppress the cold.

Thick snow accumulated in the humble hut.

Finally!

It's sunny in the East and the sun is rising.

The world warms up, and it's a new color.

"Ah The plum blossom hermit's fingers move and wake up.

Cloud poem rain surprised a way: "elder, you are all right really very good!"

Qin Li took out the rare Qiongjiang fruit wine, poked the seal of the wine, and suddenly a strong aroma came out. It was fragrant and refreshing. It was like being in a forest of flowers and fruits.

Qin Li took out the white jade cup, arrived at three cups of wine, and said with a smile, "master, do you want to drink some?"

"Good!" The spirit of the plum blossom hermit was shocked. He came along with the fragrance of the wine and asked, "what kind of wine is this?"

Qin Li replied: "Qiongjiang fruit wine is the treasure of the Phoenix family. It contains the essence of thousands of flowers and fruits. I found it in the secret place of huozang. It should have been deposited for millions of years. It has strong medicinal power. A cup is comparable to a liupin pill. Yun Shiyu, come and have a drink, too. "

The three took their seats.

Take the white jade cup and drink it down.

It can not only cure all kinds of wounds, but also improve physique and prolong life.

Yun Shiyu blushed and puffed, and there was a white mist on his head. It was obvious that the medicine had excess power.

Qin Li's blood is surging and his heart is moving, so he can absorb the medicine perfectly.

The plum blossom hermit has no change.

"Good wine is rare in the world. It's outrageous to give it to me."

The plum blossom resident sighed: "if I had drunk this glass of wine a month ago, I might have been able to prolong my life for more than ten years, but it was too late."

Cloud poem rain surprised way: "elder, gold says you already died."

The plum blossom monk nodded: "half a month ago, my oil was exhausted, my lamp was dry, and my body died. But I still have a lot of regrets. I'm not willing to die, so I use the cold plum sword to nail my soul in my body and barely get some breathing time. "

Qin Li was shocked and said, "I dare to disobey the will of heaven with my sword. I'm afraid my master's cultivation of Kendo has reached an unfathomable level."

"What's the use? I'm going to rot!"

The plum blossom hermit pursed his lips and said, "in fact, half a month ago, I heard about the name of the Taoist immortal king. There is a feeling in my heart that we will meet each other. After all, in the big world, only you and I go to the outside world. "

Qin Li was bitter and astringent in his heart. He and the plum blossom hermit had known each other for ten years in just ten days. When he heard the bad news, he couldn't accept it: "thank you for generously teaching the plum blossom sword Sutra, elder."

"I want to thank you!" In the muddy eyes of the plum blossom hermit, there was a smile: "the sword Sutra has been passed on, and my thousand years of hard work has not been wasted."

Now!

A soft wind came.

The wind is full of fragrance, killing will bite the bone.

Before the cottage, there was a bright eyed woman, Xianwang Xiuwei, with a snow-white sword on her back, a cool and pretty face, and a long snowflake dress.

Cloud poem rain surprised way: "Rouran elder martial sister, how did you come?"

Qin Li's eyes narrowed, and he could clearly feel the strong killing intention of the other side.

"Stand back

Mei Hua Ju Shi stood up and said with a smile: "ruran fairy king, I didn't expect you would come to see me."

Rouran fairy King's tone was cold and frosty: "listen to Bixiao, you're dying, so I have a fancy to see you in a mess."

"Sure enough, I didn't disappoint. I'm in a state of decay. Heaven and man are in a state of decline. Is this the first day of the eastern region? Up to now, I'm stuck in Xianwang Sanpin, and I can't get in any inch. And though I'm not as good as you, I'm already the king of immortals

Plum blossom hermit look as usual: "no way, WaiDao is like this, full of thorns and dangers, the moment I stepped on WaiDao, I was ready to bear all the hardships alone."

Rouran fairy King joked and asked, "Li Xunmei, it's been a thousand years. Do you regret it? At that time, if you bowed your head a little and married me, you would not have fallen into such a field. Maybe with your qualifications, you are already the king of immortals. Maybe you are trying to touch the final realm. "

The plum blossom hermit laughed: "Rouran, I regret many things in the past 1000 years, but I regret my marriage. I have a clear conscience!"

"You..."

Rouran fairy King's eyes were cold and his anger surged up.

The long sword was drawn out with a strong intention of killing. It mixed with boundless hatred and turned into a sharp sword. It pointed directly at the plum blossom hermit.

Yun Shiyu quickly blocked: "sister Rouran, calm down. The other party is dying. Why can't you live with him?"

"You're right!"

Rouran fairy king gave a sad smile and his eyes dimmed

"It's too cheap to kill him. I want to see him grow old step by step and let him pay for his mistakes."

"Li Xunmei, the news that you are going to die spreads all over the world, which will inevitably lead to countless good people. After all, the fall of a Taoist immortal king is a rare spectacle in the world. Your "Han Mei Jian Jing" is also a treasure

The king of Rouran is gone.

She left in the air, and she walked with determination.

The plum blossom hermit sighed for a long time, with endless bitterness and helplessness.

Qin Li's eyes twinkle, feeling that there is a story.

Yun Shiyu said in a low voice: "Rouran Immortal King plum blossom hermit is a childhood sweetheart!"

Qin Li was very surprised. One was old and the other was young. It was hard to believe that they were childhood sweethearts. But on second thought, the plum blossom monk was only over 1000 years old. He was rapidly aging because of his cultivation of Taoism.

"What happened between them?"

Yun Shiyu explained: "in the old days, when the East fairy palace recruited plum blossom residents, the condition was to become an official. It happens that elder martial sister Rouran is my mother's registered disciple. It's a perfect match. It's a pity... "

Qin Li asked, "what's the pity?"

"It's a pity I refused!"

The plum blossom hermit said sentimentally: "that year was when the scenery was boundless. The city was red. She was waiting for me to marry her. It's a pity that I don't want to be a part of her family. I gave her a break in front of all the guests. "

Wedding banquet, repentance!

Qin Li took a cool breath.

No wonder the gentle Immortal King has endless hatred.

"Everything. I just deserve it." The plum blossom hermit laughed at himself.

Qin Li asked, "master, what are your plans now?"

"Find a graveyard and bury yourself!" The plum blossom hermit was very tired. When he walked, he trembled, and the skin at the joints even cracked.

Qin Li said with concern: "elder, can I help you?"

"No

Mei Hua Ju Shi shakes his head

"I'm just missing a crutch."

Boom!

There was an explosion.

The hot spring burst behind the house.

Hot spring splashes, white gas transpiration.

A red light shot out and fell to the ground.

It turned out to be a six grade sword, three feet long, two fingers wide and red. It was carved out of ten thousand year old warm jade. It was always buried in the pool and radiated heat, which turned the cold pool into a hot spring.

With the warm jade sword, the plum blossom hermit's temperature gradually picked up and his breath eased slightly. He said, "I'm going to sleep in the snow mountain."

Qin Li said sadly, "master, I'll give you the last ride."