Rebirth Of The Most Peerless Venerable

Chapter 217 Star Juggernaut

At the bottom of the cliff, the lingering clouds and mist are like tulle, covering the surrounding scenery, ethereal and hazy.

In front of a cabin, there was a young man about ten years old who was watering the spirit grass on the ground. His expression was very serious, and his eyes were very clear and bright.

The boy's face looked a little round and his eyes were big, but he looked quite cute.

At this time, an old man in white robe came over and asked, "Have you practiced all the sword skills today?"

When the young man saw the old man in white robe, he immediately stood up straight, with a respectful and serious expression, "If you go back to your master, my grandson has practiced the basic swordsmanship ten times today according to your instructions."

"That's very good." The old man in white robe nodded, showing a rather satisfied look, but then asked, "How is the man picked up by the old man now?"

The boy hesitated for a moment, then replied, "I haven't woken up yet."

Just half a year ago, his master suddenly picked up a man with injuries all over his body. The injuries were so serious that they could hardly be cured.

At that time, he thought that the man would die soon, but a miracle happened. Not only did the man not die, but his body injuries were slowly recovering.

His master said that the man's body has a very powerful self-healing ability.

However, the person is not dead, but has been in a coma.

No matter what method they used, the other party showed no signs of waking up.

It's almost like the living dead.

"This is a bit strange." The old man in white robe couldn't help frowning, and murmured softly, "Except for the injury on his right arm, his body should be fine, but why didn't he wake up?"

The young man also looked puzzled.

"Tong Le, go and see him with the old man." After the old man in white robe finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the small wooden house not far ahead.

"Yes!" The boy, Tong Le, responded, and then followed behind the white-robed old man.

After the two entered the wooden house, they saw a man with a stunning face lying motionless on the bed. His eyes were closed tightly, his face was pale, but his breath was very stable.

Tong Le blinked, and couldn't help saying, "Master Zu, every time I see him, I think he's pretty."

"The identity of this person is definitely not simple." The old man in white robe nodded, and his voice was calm and authentic, "I don't know why he was injured so badly. If there is no special method, his right arm may not be able to recover. gone."

When he said the last sentence, his tone was full of regret.

"Master, is there really no way to cure it?" Tong Le seemed to empathize, and couldn't help but said sadly, "Didn't you say that he has a natural sword bone cultivation physique? If his right arm is really abolished, it will look like this." Isn't it equivalent to ruining his life? When he wakes up, he will definitely be very sad. "

"There's nothing I can do about it." Looking at the person still lying on the bed, the white-robed old man couldn't help sighing, "It's been a long time for me to meet a man with a natural sword bone, but I didn't expect that the other party would actually hurt me." ..."

He didn't say any more.

If you continue to talk, it will only add regret and trouble in vain.

After a while, when the old man in white robe and Tong Le were about to leave, the person lying on the bed suddenly moved.

Tong Le's eyes have been staring at the person lying on the bed, so if the other person makes any movement, he will know immediately, so he suddenly said a little excitedly, "Master, look quickly, his finger moved!" .”

Hearing this, the old man in white robe turned around to look at the person on the bed.

Mo Junlan didn't know how long he had been in a coma. His body was so weak that he couldn't think about anything. He only remembered sealing Ling Xiao's last touch of spiritual consciousness in his eyes before losing consciousness.

His eyes are now unable to see anything.

After entering the void space, Ling Xiao used all his strength to protect his body.

After exhausting his strength, Ling Xiao forcibly broke through the void, allowing him to return to land again.

However, Ling Xiao, who encountered the backlash of nothingness, was completely annihilated.

At that time, Mo Junlan tried his best to seal the last touch of Lingxiao's spiritual consciousness into his eyes with the help of Lingxiao Sword.

But as long as there is still a trace of spiritual consciousness, Ling Xiao will come back again.

In addition, even the Lingxiao sword was damaged, and now it is staying in Mo Junlan's sea of ​​consciousness without luster.

In fact, it would be better for Lingxiao's spiritual consciousness to be stored in the Lingxiao sword, but the Lingxiao sword is now damaged, and it is only harmful to Lingxiao's spiritual consciousness, not good.

So Mo Junlan had to find a way to repair the defect of the Lingxiao sword.

Mo Junlan's eyes can't see the light now, otherwise he will feel stinging pain, but his hearing is fine. After hearing Tong Le's words, he opened his lips and asked, "Who are you?"

"Master, he really woke up." Hearing this, Tong Le couldn't help saying excitedly, "My name is Tong Le, and it was my master Xingchen Sword Master who saved you."

Star Sword Saint, formerly known as Jiang Muyang, is the only Supreme Master Patriarch of Xuanjian Sect, with unfathomable cultivation.

For example, there can be many sword masters, but there can only be one sword master.

In the countless years of rumors in the vast fairyland, it is said that only the ancestor of the Xuanjian Sect, the Supreme Master, is qualified to be called the Sword Saint.

Mo Junlan has not been in the Vast Immortal Continent for a long time. Although he has heard of the existence of the Xuanjian Sect, he does not know that there is such a person as the Star Sword Master.

The Star Sword Master has been hidden from the world for hundreds of years, and he has almost never shown his face in his original identity in these years, so there are relatively few people who mention the Star Sword Master now.

In fact, all these years, Jiang Muyang has been looking for someone with a natural sword bone, and then plans to take him as an apprentice.

It's just that if you want to find a person with a natural sword bone in the vast and boundless fairy land, it is undoubtedly equivalent to finding a needle in a haystack.

"Thank you!" Perhaps Mo Junlan's voice was hoarse because he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"What's your name?" Tong Le looked at Mo Junlan curiously and asked.

"My name... what's my name?" Mo Junlan pursed her lips and muttered to herself, "I seem to have forgotten."

"You don't remember your name?" Tong Le couldn't help being startled when he heard what Mo Junlan said, and then asked with some doubts, "Could it be that you lost your memory?"

Mo Junlan didn't speak anymore, of course he didn't lose his memory, but he didn't want to tell others about himself for the time being.

Amnesia is really a good excuse to pretend that you don't know anything.

"You are so pitiful." Tong Le looked at Mo Junlan sympathetically, and said in a tone full of pity, "You don't even remember who you are."

Mo Junlan continued to remain silent.

Jiang Muyang smiled lightly, and it was unclear whether he believed Mo Junlan's words, and said in a gentle voice, "If you forget it, forget it. It's not easy for you to survive."

Seeing that Mo Junlan's eyes were always closed, Tong Le couldn't help asking, "Big Brother, why don't you open your eyes?"

"My eyes... seem to be blind." Mo Junlan replied, "Even if I open them, I can't see."

"Ah?" Tong Le felt even more sympathetic to Mo Junlan when he heard that. He didn't expect this very good-looking big brother to be a blind man who couldn't see.

What a pity!

Jiang Muyang took a deep look at Mo Junlan, and then said softly, "You can recuperate your body here."

"Thank you, senior." Mo Junlan thanked him sincerely.

Jiang Muyang looked at Mo Junlan, with a trace of regret in his eyes, and said, "The injury on your body is nothing serious, and you can slowly recover from it. The problem is that your right arm's meridian is completely broken. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold the sword anymore."

"It's okay, I still have my left hand." Mo Junlan smiled lightly, and he would try to heal the wound on his arm by himself.

"Left-handed sword?" Jiang Muyang was stunned when he heard this.

Yup!

Not right hand, but also left hand!

It's a pity that the other party seems to be blind.

Forget it, let's observe for a while before talking.

Maybe the other party is just a fake blind man!

It was hard to find a person with a natural sword bone, and he didn't want to give up easily.

Mo Junlan fell silent again.

Tong Le still looked at Mo Junlan with a sympathetic expression, it was the first time he had seen so many people in trouble.

Mo Junlan thought about it for a while, and his thoughts surged, and he asked, "How long have I been in a coma?"

"About half a year." Tong Le replied, "When the master picked you up, you were covered in blood. You almost scared me to death."

He still has a fresh memory of the scene at that time.

After all, Mo Junlan's appearance at that time was really terrifying, so that he almost thought that the master had brought back a bloody corpse.

Mo Junlan fell silent again.

"Tong Le, you and the old man go out to make medicine." After Jiang Muyang finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the cabin.

"Yes!" Tong Le responded, and followed Jiang Muyang out.

After they all left, Mo Junlan began to slowly activate his soul power.

His soul power can also be used as eyes.

That's why he remained so calm after he found that his eyes could not see for a while.

With his eyes closed, Mo Junlan activated his soul power, and when he saw it, he immediately noticed something strange.

His original long black hair has now turned into snow-like white.

Blue silk turns white hair!

Who is this ironic?

Mo Junlan naturally knew the reason, because his body had lost a lot of vitality, so he became what he is now.

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