In that distant little black house

Chapter 49

The spiritual energy on the wall of the cold mirror emerged inch by inch, and invaded Zhang Jingmo's dantian mercilessly.

Dantian, which had been blocked by Luo Hedan, seemed to be squeezed into a knife abruptly, and Zhang Jingmo was almost speechless when it was stabbed.

If Rohedan's medicinal properties are like a wall, then the Wall of Cold Mirror is like a hammer, smashing the wall inch by inch, and then squeezed in ferociously.

For Zhang Jingmo, this feeling was naturally extremely painful. His lungs seemed to be churned together, wriggling and rolling, and he was spitting out blood. It looked like he couldn't hold it for a moment.

Taoist Cen was naturally happy to see Zhang Jingmo's miserable state. He even began to guess that what Zhang Jingmo said before was just a bluff.

But what disturbed Taoist Cen was that even in such a state of embarrassment, Zhang Jingmo's face did not show a trace of panic, and the lightness in his eyes did not look like a person with a serious injury or a bleak future.

Daoren Cen panicked when he saw it, and moved his lips twice, but he couldn't say it out. He was already scared, afraid that Zhang Jingmo would give an answer he could not accept.

Time passed extremely slowly.Zhang Jingmo was lying on the ground, as if he had fallen into a coma. He felt as if he was being tortured all the time. The pain in his dantian and the meridians in his body was unbearable.Zhang Jingmo had also tasted the power of the Wall of Cold Mirror in the past 120 lifetimes. He thought it would be easier for him to prepare this time, but he still miscalculated.

Luo Hedan sealed off his dantian, which meant that Zhang Jingmo couldn't use his spiritual power to protect himself, so he could only bear the pain forcefully.

In the end, Zhang Jingmo still couldn't make it through, his eyes closed slowly, and he fell into a coma. However, not long after, he had to wake up again due to the severe pain.

Elder Cen who was sitting by the side was not feeling well, and what was even worse was that he was suffering more mentally than Zhang Jingmo. Although he told himself that Zhang Jingmo was just boasting, deep down in his heart, he had actually agreed with what Zhang Jingmo said thing.

After ten days of hard work like this, on the penultimate day, Zhang Jingmo almost crawled to get his blood from the wall of the cold mirror.

The moment Zhang Jingmo's blood dripped, the Wall of Cold Mirror began to hum slightly, as if responding to what Zhang Jingmo had done.

Hearing this voice, Zhang Jingmo suddenly felt his dantian loosen, and the pervasive aura finally became much gentler. Zhang Jingmo was relieved, and fell to the ground again.

At this time, Elder Cen was not much better than Zhang Jingmo. Even as a monk at the golden core stage, he still couldn't sit up anymore and could only lie on the ground.

The miserable situation of the two of them was seen by outsiders. Elder Cen is not popular, but it's okay, but Zhang Jingmo.Yu Fen and Ji Jinglun who were waiting outside couldn't bear to watch it any longer.

Another day passed, and seeing that the 49-day deadline was about to expire, the humming sound of the wall of the cold mirror became louder and louder. After hearing the humming sound, the rest of the people felt that the Lingtai was clear and comfortable, but only in the cold mirror Elder Cen, who was in the wall, was moaning in pain more and more loudly.

That voice was like a demon urging him to death, and blood flowed out of Elder Cen's mouth and nose, and he writhed on the ground like a bug, without caring about his own image at all.

Seeing this, Zhang Jingmo showed a mocking smile.

During the last day, Zhang Jingmo's condition was getting better and better, while Elder Cen fell into a coma. When the Wall of Cold Mirror was about to close, he suddenly uttered an extremely miserable scream, and his whole body trembled. Then twitched.

Then, Elder Cen's breath disappeared, Zhang Jingmo laughed a few times, and saw that the wall of cold mirror closed the barrier and let the disciples outside come in.

As soon as Yu Fen and Ji Jinglun came in, they went straight to Zhang Jingmo's place, and helped Zhang Jingmo who seemed to be dying.

Yu Fen said angrily: "Zhang Jingmo, your brain was kicked by a donkey? You actually offered to come to this cold mirror wall, don't you know how dangerous it is?"

Zhang Jingmo said with a wry smile: "Don't scold me, I don't have the strength to listen to you scolding me."

Yu Fen said so, but he still carried Zhang Jingmo on his back, and he sighed: "I see that you can still have a playful smile after you come out, is it because you have suffered less?"

On the last day, the head of the sect was also waiting outside, standing beside Zhang Jingmo at this moment, and no one noticed for a while.

Zhang Jingmo's eyes turned black from the pain, and naturally he didn't have the strength to see who was around. Ji Jinglun and Yu Fen were very tacit and didn't talk to the head, and they seemed to be vaguely blaming the head for not trying to persuade Zhang Jingmo.

Seeing this, the sect leader could only smile wryly. He couldn't say that he had persuaded him long ago, but Zhang Jingmo didn't listen to a word, right?As the leader of a faction, it was indeed his negligence for failing to stop these two people.

At this time, the worst one belongs to Elder Cen who is about to be forgotten.

The last wave of aura from the Wall of Cold Mirror destroyed Elder Cen's dantian. He can only be an ordinary person in this life, and it is impossible for him to step into the journey of cultivating immortality.

There was blood between Elder Cen's mouth and nose, and no one came to help him when he was lying on the ground, and everyone left him lying alone on the spot.At this moment, he is fine if he is unconscious, but if he is awake, he will probably pass out from anger directly.

In the end, the sect leader thought that a group of elders would not look good lying here for too long, so he called two disciples casually and asked them to send Elder Cen back to his own cave.

When Zhang Jingmo came out of the cold mirror wall, he felt the meridians all over his body relaxed, as if the meridians had been completely opened up, he closed his eyes and hummed continuously on Yu Fen.

Yu Fen heard a few veins burst out on his head, he said angrily: "Zhang Jingmo, are you going to die?"

The white clothes on Zhang Jingmo's body were already completely stained with blood, and there was even some blood on his face. Hearing what Yu Fen said, he said helplessly, "Why are you so angry..."

Yu Fen said: "I'm not angry? That's right, I shouldn't be angry. If you want to die, it's up to me. Why should I be angry at you?" His mouth was angry, but the movement of putting Zhang Jingmo on the bed was still gentle.

How could Zhang Jingmo not know the temperament of his good friend, he said: "I'm really fine."

Yu Fen said angrily, "It's all right? Are you all right?" As he spoke, he grabbed Zhang Jingmo's veins. After pinching for a while, he became even angrier: "Are you all right?"

Zhang Jingmo couldn't explain the details to Yu Fen, so he could only say: "Yu Fen, don't worry, I have my own measure."

Yu Fen sneered: "I thought I would die after you, but now it seems that it is not certain. Zhang Jingmo, if you die, I don't bother to bury you, so I just set it on fire."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingmo suddenly remembered that after the death of Yu Fen in an unknown life, he set his body on fire by himself, which also fits the name of his fellow Taoist, Yu Fen Yu Fen, and ended in Yu Fen. burn.

Seeing that Zhang Jingmo stopped talking, Yu Fen thought he was guilty, he said: "Zhang Jingmo, I thought you were a smart person, I never thought you would do such a stupid thing, I really, really—" He said to himself , I was so angry that I couldn't speak.

Zhang Jingmo wanted to laugh when he saw it, but he didn't dare. He coughed twice, pretending to be weak: "Yu Fen, stop talking, I'm in so much pain..."

Zhang Jingmo's weakness made Yu Fen quickly restrain his anger, and he said, "Hey, I'm too lazy to talk about you, you! You!! I've already found a pharmacist for you, so let him come here Take a look."

After he finished speaking, he put a paper crane casually.

As Zhang Jingmo's disciple, Ji Jinglun couldn't blame Zhang Jingmo for anything, but just told Zhang Jingmo that Lu Guijiu had sent a letter back, saying that he would return someday.

Zhang Jingmo listened to the lecture, but he was not very happy and said: "He hasn't sent a letter back in the past ten years?"

Ji Jinglun nodded helplessly.

Zhang Jingmo said angrily: "This unfamiliar wolf cub is thinking of running away all day long, and he hasn't replied to a single letter for more than ten years. When he comes back this time, I will definitely break his legs."

Seeing Zhang Jingmo's appearance, Ji Jinglun just said something silently in his heart: I guess the younger brother knew that you were still in Dry Zen Valley, so he didn't send the letter back.

But he didn't talk too much, he just told Zhang Jingmo to calm down.

After the paper-burning crane was released, it didn't take long for the most famous pharmacist of the Lingxu Sect to come to the door. This pharmacist had also used the elixir refined by Zhang Jingmo for many years, so naturally he had to give Zhang Jingmo some face.

The pharmacist took the pulse, and observed Zhang Jingmo's appearance, his brows became more and more furrowed, and he didn't say a word for a while.

Seeing this, Yu Fen knew something was wrong, so he found an excuse to call the pharmacist outside the door, and asked carefully.

The pharmacist sighed as soon as he went out, he said: "The state of Elder Zhang... is really worrying."

Yu Fen said, "How do you say that?"

The pharmacist said: "The meridians in his body are shattered due to the cold mirror wall. It will take hundreds of years to recover even if he takes good care of him. And even after recovering, there is no possibility of further improvement."

Although Yu Fen had known about this for a long time, his face turned pale, and he said in a trembling voice, "What should I do, is it really... there is no way out?"

The pharmacist shook his head.

Yu Fen smiled wryly, and said, "Zhang Jingmo...you are so confused."

The two talked outside for a while, and when Yu Fen came to see each other again, the sorrowful look on his face changed to anger, and he said: "Zhang Jingmo, the pharmacist said that if you don't take a good rest, your body will be disabled! "

How could Zhang Jingmo not know his own situation, he said: "I know."

You know, you know shit!Yu Fen roared in his heart, but his face showed relief, he said: "But the pharmacist said, if you take a good rest, you can recover in only one or two hundred years, and if you go out and travel, you will still make a breakthrough." Hopeful."

Yu Fen seldom lied, and the fluster in front of him was not too good, Zhang Jingmo saw through it at a glance.

But he didn't see through it and didn't expose it. Instead, he echoed: "Brother Xie Yu is concerned, Qingyuan knows."

Yu Fen forced a smile, put the medicine prescribed by the pharmacist beside Zhang Jingmo, but left in a hurry.

After Zhang Jingmo left, he asked Ji Jinglun who had been silent all the time: "What did your junior brother say in the letter? Did you say the specific time when you will return?"

Master Ji Jinglun Xindao really loves this junior brother the most, and answered Zhang Jingmo's questions one by one, he said: "Junior brother just said that he traveled to a dangerous place. Unexpectedly, I will come back when I see you in a year or two."

Zhang Jingmo said: "You son who doesn't love his family." They had been separated for more than ten years, and they didn't know what Lu Guijiu looked like, was he tall?Are you thin?He also said that he had already eaten the Zhuyan Pill he gave him, and kept his youthful appearance?

While Zhang Jingmo was thinking, he took the medicine Yu Fen sent. He was extremely exhausted, and soon fell into a drowsy sleep.

This sleep lasts for a month.

When Zhang Jingmo woke up, it was in the morning, he opened his eyes in a daze, and paused for a long time before realizing that he had woken up.

Ji Jinglun had already left, and he was the only one left in the whole room.

Zhang Jingmo sat up from the bed, casually put on a piece of clothing and walked outside. As soon as he walked out of the house, he realized that it was already snowing.

There was a strange-looking boy in the yard who was cleaning the courtyard. When he saw Zhang Jingmo woke up, the boy hurriedly knelt down.

Zhang Jingmo said, "What's your name?"

The boy said in a low voice: "The little one's name is Han Ri."

Zhang Jingmo said: "Ji Jinglun called you here?"

The boy said: "There are a lot of people coming to the house today, senior Qingfeng Mingyue is too busy, Master Ji brought the younger one over from the mountain gate."

Zhang Jingmo looked at Han Ri for a while, and said, "Go."

Han Ri responded, and began to sweep the snow again.

Zhang Jingmo looked thoughtfully at the ordinary-looking boy in front of him, and narrowed his eyes slightly—if Lu Guijiu was here, seeing Zhang Jingmo's expression, he would probably immediately understand what his master was planning. .

It was the first snowfall, and the ground was covered with silver. Zhang Jingmo just woke up, feeling very tired, so he went to take a bath in the Lingquan, and then asked Qingfeng to warm a pot of wine. Wearing a white fox fur cloak, he walked alone in the snow Drink in the field.

He didn't use his spiritual power to block the snow, and let the pure white snowflakes fall to his shoulders and hair one by one.

When Ji Jinglun heard that Zhang Jingmo had woken up, he rushed over and saw such a scene. He only took one look, and then felt an indescribable feeling of loneliness, as if the person in front of him was just his fantasy, There is no general at all.

Fortunately, this feeling was only fleeting. Zhang Jingmo noticed someone, so he turned his head and looked over. When he saw that it was Ji Jinglun, he tapped the table with his fingers and said, "Come here."

Ji Jinglun responded, and sat opposite Zhang Jingmo.

Zhang Jingmo glanced at Ji Jinglun, and said, "What are your plans recently?" Ji Jinglun has successfully established his foundation for more than ten years, and he is probably about to go on a trip.

Unexpectedly, Ji Jinglun said: "The disciple's cultivation is still a little unstable, thinking about practicing in the sect again..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhang Jingmo, Zhang Jingmo said with a half-smile: "Okay, I don't know your cultivation base?"

Ji Jinglun smiled awkwardly.

Zhang Jingmo said: "I know your good intentions, but with your foundation-building stage cultivation, even if you are by my side, you can't protect me."

Ji Jinglun pursed his lips.

Zhang Jingmo laughed again: "Besides, even if I am injured, I am your master, and I should be the one protecting you. There is no reason for a master to drag down apprentices."

As he spoke, he drank another glass of warm wine, and the smile on his face faded: "The timing is right now, if you wait any longer, it will be a waste. I think you should choose a date in the near future and go out for a wandering by yourself."

Ji Jinglun opened his mouth to refute, but Zhang Jingmo waved his hand. His face was expressionless, but anyone could see his determination: "If you don't listen to me, then you don't have to be my apprentice."

At this point, Ji Jinglun couldn't argue, but he was obviously still very worried about Zhang Jingmo's body, and said in a trembling voice: "Master is very kind, when Jinglun becomes stronger, he must repay it with all his strength."

There was a little smile on Zhang Jingmo's face again, he threw a bag to Ji Jinglun casually, and said: "I don't have anything to give you, but I have made a lot of pills before, you have a treacherous trip this time, so take it go."

Ji Jinglun didn't refuse anymore. After taking the Qiankun bag, he got up and knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three times to Zhang Jingmo.

Zhang Jingmo grew up watching Ji Jinglun and watched countless endings of Ji Jinglun. His eyes were a little dazed, and he softly called Ji Jinglun to get up.

Ji Jinglun stood up, and as soon as he opened his mouth to say something, there was a miserable cry from the gate of the yard, and then Qingfeng ran over like crazy, crying loudly: "Mansion Master, Mansion Master is not Alright!! A monster has entered our cave!"

Zhang Jingmo was taken aback, wondering why a monster suddenly appeared here, and asked, "What monster, please explain clearly."

Qingfeng trembled violently, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Blood, it's all blood, that monster is in the middle of the lobby, it's still there, it's still eating human flesh..."

Zhang Jingmo also faintly smelled the smell of blood. He knew that Qingfeng would not lie indiscriminately, so he said, "Take me to have a look."

Qingfeng nodded like a pounding garlic, and hurriedly wanted to lead Zhang Jingmo to the lobby.

Seeing this, Ji Jinglun had no choice but to follow behind. Like Zhang Jingmo, he did not believe that there would be monsters appearing in the cave, but seeing Qingfeng's flustered expression, he did not seem to be fake, so he had to go and have a look.

Approaching the lobby, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, Ji Jinglun joked: "Could it be that there are really monsters coming to the door?"

Zhang Jingmo said expressionlessly, "Maybe."

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, a human figure slowly walked out of the entrance of the lobby. The human figure was covered in blood, covered with pieces of meat and debris, and could not be seen from its original appearance at all. The long sword was also covered with blood, holding a piece of meat in his left hand and biting it in his mouth.

Zhang Jingmo's heart skipped a beat when he saw this, but he didn't speak yet.Then I heard the humanoid voice hoarsely calling: "Master."