Xianmen can only be saved by me

"Little Martial Uncle and Zixiaomen have always had a grudge. This Xie...Xie little brother is also troubled by the little Martial Uncle. Master said, if it can be saved, let me help."

The spaceship high in the air flew back silently, and the covered moon was exposed. The monk carried Xie Lin and walked into the city with the mortals. He was standing in front of the ruins of the inn, waiting for Boss Li to come out Xie Lin's personal belongings were dug out from the ruins and sorted into luggage.

"Master Xianchang," Li Simiao opened his eyes wide, "Can my brother still live?"

His eyes don't quite look like Yan Chuanliang's, probably inherited from his mother whom he has never met, they are round and big, and they look pure and innocent.The monk smiled good-temperedly, and showed Xie Lin's back: "There is still a breath, and there is still hope when I take it back and use the elixir for recuperation. Look, has the blood stopped?"

The sword on Xie Lin's vest had long since disappeared, leaving only a bloody hole the size of a bowl. His clothes were completely wet, but Li Simiao could tell that the water mixed with blood dripped down, not Xie Lin's blood.

Indeed it stopped.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and went to dig the ruins with Boss Li, and quickly sorted out Xie Lin's things.

In fact, Xie Lin didn't have any valuable things, just a few pieces of clothes, and commonly used small objects.The cultivator specially followed into the city, mainly because he wanted to ask something else: "Then I will take him away. I wonder what your two plans are next...?"

He doesn't know how to do business, but he can see that the inn can't continue to open.

Master said "send the Buddha to the West", and the follow-up resettlement of the families of the injured should also be considered one of the "messes", and he is duty bound.

"I have saved some money over the years. I originally planned to send my two children to the Changfeng Academy in Zhongtu..." Boss Li rubbed his hands, seeing that the monk was easy to talk, and tentatively said, "If Brother Lin can wake up , I wonder if I can let him worship...you..." He stopped, and lowered his head to look at the monk's waist card.

"I'm from the Heavenly Star Immortal Sect." The monk smiled slightly, "It's easy to handle. When he wakes up, let him try the entrance test of our Immortal Sect. If he passes, stay here. If he fails , I will send him back to you two."

Boss Li thanked him again and again: "That's very good, thank you, thank you...Then let's leave now."

Both Li Simiao and the monk were taken aback.The monk asked, "Traveling overnight?"

"I can't sleep in the house anymore. My youngest son and I packed up our things. I guess it will be dawn." Boss Li respectfully said, "I've traveled thousands of miles to Middle-earth, lest...the night will be full of dreams."

Zixiaomen's domineering reputation is well known in Dongyuan, and Boss Li is afraid.

The monk probably guessed his concern, after thinking for a while, he took out a golden leaf from his sleeve and gave it to him: "This is the "Thousand Lines Leaf", it can fly five hundred miles at a time, and it is faster than ordinary people's chariots and horses.There is my mark on it, if the two of you meet someone looking for trouble halfway, it can resist one or two. "

Things related to the word "immortal" are extremely precious objects in the world of mortals. Boss Li has never seen such a good thing. How can you be able to obtain such an important magic weapon from the Immortal Elder..."

"It's not a rare thing." The monk seemed a little embarrassed, rubbed his nose and said, "You don't need to learn how to control the sword, but it is the most suitable for you. Take it, I will go back and report to the master, and then I will save you." People can't delay, so they don't stay."

Boss Li saluted immediately: "Congratulations to Xianchang."

Li Simiao opened his eyes wide, and pulled the hem of the monk's clothes: "Master Xianchang, in the future...can I still visit my brother?"

Boss Li gave him a light slap: "Don't talk nonsense. Where is Xianmen, you can go there whenever you want?"

"It doesn't matter," the monk smiled, "it's just that practitioners are cut off from the mundane world. If your brother embarks on the path of cultivation... Cough, if you study hard, you can come and see him."

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Xie Lin only felt that his consciousness was floating up and down, and he was too lazy to die.

Something slipped out from his back, and something poured in... After that, the thing that poured in was cold and comfortable, so he didn't resist.

I don't know how long it took, Xie Lin gradually regained some strength, and heard people talking around.

"We lost that thing, why are you still not recovering!"

"That's right! It's too ink stained!"

"It's easy to say, such a big wound... you guys try it!"

"Don't quarrel, be careful to wake him up! Didn't the bleeding stop, it should be healed soon!"

……

"What's wrong with him waking up? Shouldn't we want him to wake up?"

"But what if he wakes up and sees us! How embarrassing!"

"That's right! I really like him!"

……

"Stop making noise! ​​Why don't you come to help when you are so free!"

"Come on, come on!"

……

Then more things poured into his body from behind, Xie Lin seemed to be soaking in a hot spring, and felt indescribably comfortable all over his body...

wrong.

He suddenly remembered that before he passed out, he had clearly fallen into the lake.

So... he was really in the water?

What is that talking about...

"Ah! He recognized us!"

"So shy, so shy, so shy..."

The word shy seemed to be copied, bolded, magnified, and pasted, filling his tired brain. Xie Lin couldn't bear it, and opened his eyes in a daze, and then felt a pain in his lungs: "cough, cough cough……"

"Hey, are you awake?" A strange voice sounded from above his head.

Xie Lin saw the surrounding scene clearly, and suddenly came back to his senses: "This is...the sky?!"

Surrounded by rapidly receding vegetation and wilderness, the howling wind flew by on both sides. Xie Lin sat up on the ground with hands and feet together, only to realize that he was lying on a huge sword just now.

The tip of the sword moved forward, piercing the air; Xie Lin had engraved writing on the sword, before Xie Lin could identify it, he was shivering from the cold metal texture, and subconsciously grabbed the clothes that had fallen from his body.

"I'm not a fire-attribute monk, so I can't dry your wet clothes for you," said a strange voice, "But I think the water seems to be good for your wound recovery. If you're cold, just put on two more clothes and make do with it anyway. It'll be here in a minute—your clothes are in the pack."

water?

Could the voice just now be...

Xie Lin was a little overwhelmed: "Thank you. What's your name..."

The monk didn't answer, but looked down at him for a while, and smiled slightly after a while.

Xie Lin raised his head, confused: "?"

"It's funny that you didn't kneel down and worship me like other mortals." The monk said, "My name is Yi Hezhou, a direct disciple of the Tianxing Immortal Sect. The pottery bowl that was snatched is an old item of our sect. The little uncle can't understand that it fell into the hands of Zixiaomen, so he will definitely destroy it. After all, you are also implicated by this sect. Master asked me to take you back for treatment .”

After he finished speaking in a few words, he took out a bead and handed it to Xie Lin.

Before Xie Lin came back to his senses, he took it subconsciously, and what happened after he fell into a coma flooded into his mind like a movie.He digested the information in the cold wind, finally figured out why he was lying on the flying sword, and returned the beads.

But he didn't speak for a long time.

Yi Hezhou hadn't seen such a calm mortal for many years, or he hadn't seen a mortal for many years, so he stared at him curiously for a while.

Xie Lin thought about it for a long time, and then came up with a sentence: "You monks use swords all the time, don't you feel cold?"

"Fortunately, spiritual energy can purify the body, and the resistance is better than ordinary people. Besides, I have a golden light to protect the body." After Yi Hezhou explained, he also understood that Xie Lin was too cold, so he read a formula for him to block the wind, There was a sudden calm in Feijian's range, "Isn't it cold?"

"Thank you." Xie Lin paused, "Thank you too...and your little uncle for saving me."

"You were implicated, not—"

Xie Lin shook his head and interrupted him: "If I hadn't snatched the pottery bowl, I would probably have died in the hands of Yan Chuanliang, it doesn't matter much."

The sword light shattered the bowl, shattered the tall and thin monk, and repelled the later monk who was very powerful at first sight, and of course saved his life.

He seemed to hear the monk shouting... Yun Nianchen?

Xie Lin thought of this name twice in his mind, and had to admit that this monk with elegant handwriting... the name is also elegant.

It sounds good.

"Ahem..." He frowned and coughed.

"Your wound has healed, but the inner palace should still have wounds." Yi Hezhou said, "I don't understand this aspect. Let the medical practitioners in the sect show you when you go back."

Xie Lin nodded: "Can I go down the mountain after the injury is healed?"

Yi Hezhou was taken aback: "Your father wants you to join our fairy sect."

"He wants me and my younger brother to cultivate immortality all his life, but I don't care about it." Xie Lin lowered his eyes, "I care about their safety, and I have to go to Central Earth to see it with my own eyes to be at ease. Besides... the Celestial Star Gate saved me , I have nothing to repay, and I still try to be a teacher, isn't it too thick-skinned?"

"What are you afraid of?" Yi Hezhou licked his lips, "Entrance examinations are required, so what kind of thick-skinned is a teacher who worships based on strength?"

Xie Lin: "..."

Why does it sound like this cultivator Yi is looking forward to his apprenticeship?

For a sect as famous as the Tianxing Xianmen, there must be no shortage of disciples, right?

Xie Lin didn't quite understand.

However, Yi Hezhou told him that Boss Li and the two of them were carrying the "Thousand Leaf" with his imprint, and if they encountered trouble, he would be the first to know, and it was very safe at the moment, so he didn't have to worry.Besides, although Zixiao Sect was temporarily forced to retreat, they were not in the mood to let it go. They couldn't find trouble with their junior uncle, and they might find Xie Lin to vent their anger. It was very unsafe to go down the mountain.

"It's better to wait until the Zixiaomen's broken meeting is over." Yi Hezhou said.

Xie Lin thought about the same reason and agreed.He was seriously injured and mentally weak, and soon fell asleep on the flying sword again.Yi Hezhou fed him a warming elixir, and Yu Jian flew towards the mountain hidden in the clouds.

The light blue green hills with the same background in the ink painting gradually turned into concrete mountains lying in front of him. Yi Hezhou opened the big formation according to a special method, landed in front of the fairy gate, and knocked three times.

"Open the door—" he yelled like a mortal child coming home, "I'm back—"

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