Han Shan’s Sword Unsheathed

There was no gorgeous sunset that day, nor the bright moonlight of Changchun Peak.

Thousands of miles of wilderness, withered grass. The thin and light snow flakes through the thick clouds and landed on the wilderness.

The junction of the three realms of man, demon, and demon is known as the land outside the realm. The climate is extreme, and it is not surprising that rain, snow, wind and thunder frequently alternate.

In places where there are no laws and regulations, ghosts and ghosts go their own ways, killers and treasure hunters, escapers who are guilty of murder, heretics who are not accommodated in any world ... These people or demons are often good at hiding, careful to avoid The ubiquitous life and death crisis.

There is another kind, which is like Ji Xiao, walking up and down in a bright way. If the wind and snow are coming, avoid him.

What separates the land outside the boundary from the Three Realms is a violent gang wind barrier. Since the beginning of the world, the barriers were there when various races were born. However, the powerful people of all races always have ways to resist the wind and the three worlds. The demon play magic, the human race mobilizes the true element, and the demon rely on hard and strong fur and flesh.

A hundred years ago, the Mozu invaded the world, and the monks finally realized that the natural barrier was not reliable. After the war, the strong men of the world set up a protective array as a second barrier.

Many people are unable or unwilling to do things that are out of bounds, with crises and dying aura.

So every three years, Ji Xiaojian respected the inside and outside of the barrier, leaving a few sword intentions to deter foreign enemies. If you encounter a powerful demons, it will inevitably be another fierce battle.

After three years and three years. After a long time, everyone felt right, it seems that these things should be within the sword respect, anyway, invincible among others. Asylum to the Quartet, who else?

Even Ji Xiao was used to it. Just like ordinary monks diligently practicing, the city mortals work hard to make a living, which has nothing to do with dedication, sacrifice and other words, but is only part of daily life-

No matter Jian Zun, let alone mortals, there is no difference under heaven.

Ji Xiao was wearing a **** cloak, and Bai Xuetian was very eye-catching.

In fact, there is no need to see him, as long as he perceives a strong breath, the creatures in the land outside the world can't wait to escape.

But today is not the same, Ji Xiao goes silently, and there is a low voice between the snow and the wind:

"Master Jianzun, please stay ..."

Ji Xiao's footsteps remain unchanged, unheard of.

It was a young and juvenile voice:

"I was seriously injured and chased and killed. Please respect my sword, and I will repay in the future!"

Ji Xiao has long known that there are monsters behind the reeds, so he didn't want to ignore it. Unexpectedly, this weak monster is very brave.

The relationship between the human race and the demon race is subtle, and the surface well water does not violate the river water, and sometimes even cooperates to resist the demon race. However, people use monster refining tools, and big demon also eat people to make up.

Ji Xiao walked to and from the sound, and saw a small group of **** fluffy things, trembling on the ground, like a blooming plum blossom in the snow.

He asked, "Do you recognize me?"

"I recognize your sword intention. You are Ji Xiao."

Ji Xiao leaned over and lifted it gently, staring at it for a moment: "Ling Marten? Snow King?"

Different from the titles of ancestors, Taoist masters, dharma sages, sword lords, etc., the monsters in the demon world are divided by one side, collectively called the king.

He heard a few days ago that this Snow King is about to unify the demon world and become the supreme demon king. Now he was seriously injured and dying, and fled to a land outside the border. It was originally the size of a small hill, but now shrunk into a small mass. The skin is fleshy, the claws are broken, and they are light and soft.

"It's me! Please help Master Zunzun!"

For some reason, Ji Xiao suddenly wanted to laugh.

This great king, who has a small demon costume to serve every day, should be extremely arrogant. Hold your breath and refuse to die, it should be extremely bloody.

Who would have thought that it can really flex and stretch, without the consciousness of being a big demon, it just shouted for help.

Ling Min's eyes are moist: "Wait for me to take care of the injury, and I am willing to sign the Spirit Beast Contract with you. Accompany you to solve the fun and play for you in the Three Realms!"

There is indeed a method of guarding the beast in the world. Ji Xiao thought of the mantra of the North Beast Mountain Master Beast Master, "It is difficult to keep only the spirit beast and the villain", shaking his head:

"Spiritual beasts are so precious that they are very difficult to raise."

"I'm different, I'm well raised! I heard that you are in the snowy mountains and mountains, and tigers, leopards, and jackals are in the forest. That's just right for me. I like to eat meat, any meat, and I like to roll in the snow after eating. . You take me back and be a Zhenzong mythical beast! "

Ling Mart blinked: "Your human monks, don't you pay attention to the word" dharma "? You and I fit each other. Isn't it fate?"

Ji Xiao said lightly: "I can't save you. Your demon pill is broken, your veins are interrupted by external forces, and even if the trauma is cured, there is not much time ..."

After all, he moved his heart: "Where are your parents? I will send you to see them for the last time."

"I have no father and no mother, and I was raised by a little spirit under the demon world Holy Snow Mountain and raised naturally." Ling Diao refused to give up when he refused: "Master Jianzun, please think about a way, I can meet you today, Prove that I should never die, that God will never die! "

"The sky doesn't die you?" Ji Xiao disagreed: "If you look like this, if you meet other monks, I'm afraid that you have been dug out of the demon pill, peeled off the skin and bones, and made a magic weapon."

Ling Min shivered slightly in his palm: "But I think you are a good person."

Ji Xiao was silent.

The wind and snow roared, and Ling Min looked at him expectantly, his eyes gradually dim, and suddenly he heard Ji Xiao say:

"I have a brother who is proficient in the way of refining the alchemy, and once made the" resurrection pill ", which can protect the soul from immortality. I will reshape your flesh and blood for you, make you reborn, and reincarnate into a human, so there may be a lifeline ... you are willing to give Fairy? "

Without knowing what she experienced in the demon world, Ling Min replied without thinking: "Well, as long as I can live, I would like to be a man!"

"It's not easy for you to be a person. A demon can eat a demon, but a person can't." Ji Xiao looked calm: "Jiangshan is easy to change, and his nature is difficult to move. Can you dare to promise me not to kill people?"

As long as he gave a verbal promise, he did not force Ling Min to swore with his soul. Because self-confidence, if the other party repents, he can calm it down.

"In order to be a man, I am willing to be a vegetarian! But I don't kill people. What if someone bullies me?"

Ji Xiao said lightly: "You are by my side, and I will keep you safe."

He reached for a healing healer and rolled up his tongue without swallowing. In a short time, the trauma gradually healed. Ji Xiao cleaned it again and again, taking care of it like this, and finally it was not the miserable look of the flesh and blood.

Ling Min drilled into his arms: "The grace of life-saving is unrequited, and I would like to follow Jianzun from now on!"

Ji Xiao stroked its white fur, and the fingertips were soft to the touch.

The demon and the veins are broken, and only the heart beats weakly, a small fragile thing that can be crushed to death with one finger.

"There are three open flames in your body, gathering yang on your shoulders and forehead. If you reincarnate as a person, the yang fire will decline and your physique will be cold. You must be afraid of cold. Can you think clearly?"

Two of the demon's favorite things in the past, eating meat happily and rolling in the snow, couldn't do it.

Ling Min still said: "As long as you can live."

Ji Xiao frowned: "My cave is very cold. Do you want to follow me?"

He lived on the most lonely high cliff of Hanshan, where the wind and snow raged and the water dripped into ice.

Ling Min hurriedly said: "I can wear a thicker point, you give me a stove."

Ling Min whispered: "A small stove is enough ..."

Ji Xiao thought for a moment and finally nodded: "Okay."

Ling Min was overjoyed, snuggling around his neck and licking his jaw gently.

Ji Xiao walked towards the world, the violent gang wind rushed to the face, blowing the big cloak.

Ling Min hid in his arms and fell asleep.

...

Ji Xiao went to Tianhu to seek medicine.

The realm was once his fellow brother. Although he was born in Hanshan, he was proficient in alchemy, alchemy, deduction, qi watching, etc., but he did not use swords.

The real master listened to the causes and consequences, carefully calculated, and advised Ji Xiao not to be contaminated with cause and effect.

Ji Xiao should not drink tea in silence.

The landlord had no choice but to speak more clearly.

"I think this demon has been exhausted. You have to change his life for him, disrespecting the heavenly arrangements, I am afraid his doom will be on you in the future.

Ji Xiao smiled faintly, not concealing his arrogance: "He met me, but he never died."

Three years later, the master of the realm became a prophecy, and the body of Ji Xiao was destroyed, and it was lost in two hundred years. Had to be like Meng Xueli, come back again.

This incident tells people two lessons. The first is that you can't save people casually, nor the demon. The second is to believe in fortune tellers, sometimes quite accurate.

Unfortunately, Ji Xiao is not an ordinary person and is destined not to eat lessons.

He recalled the old things at this time, but he didn't feel how regretful.