"I've seen many dead people, so my judgment can't be wrong."
Guo Dong continued while looking at him, "You're really going to die."
"I know," said Jing Jiu.
His injuries were extremely severe. His internal organs were all broken, and he had lost all his vital energy and blood. Even the most precious spirit pills and miraculous medicines couldn't save him unless he could obtain a Fairy Book.
Guo Dong asked, "Can you tell me who you are before you die?"
"You've seen me before," said Jing Jiu.
Guo Dong said, "Even if you are the personal disciple of Jingyang, you can't be so powerful."
It was not something those so-called young geniuses could do to help her escape from the sword of the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean.
If this news were to be spread out, it would shock the whole of Chaotian, or nobody would believe it.
Guo Dong didn't believe that he was merely a disciple of Aoyama named Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu didn't answer her question.
Because of the excessive loss of blood, his face was as pale as a ghost, but his eyes and brows were still perfect. He looked more like a jade statue than a real person.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean had the same feeling when he was lying in the ocean.
"I suggest that you turn into the sword ghost. You might dissipate in the end, but you can still live a little longer."
Guo Dong's suggestion seemed simple, but it revealed her profound knowledge and attainment in the Cultivation methods.
Jing Jiu couldn't turn himself into the sword ghost, so he had to find another way to survive. "Let me borrow your thread," he said.
Hearing this, the expression in Guo Dong's eyes grew cold, as she asked, "Who are you?"
Jing Jiu still didn't answer her. He raised his right hand slowly and reached out his forefinger.
Guo Dong remained silent for a moment while looking at him, and then reached out a finger as well.
The two fingers met in the ocean wind.
They separated as soon as they touched each other.
But it was hard to tell them apart.
An extremely thin, sticky thread appeared between the two fingers that were gradually separating.
This thin thread was transparent, and it was condensed by the wind. It moved slightly in the wind, looking exceedingly tough.
Illuminated by the sunlight, the thread emitted a golden jade-like color, but it was very faint.
The thin thread came out from Guo Dong's fingertip.
The scene looked like a silkworm spinning silk in spring.
The black iron sword appeared. Silence hung on the beach, right where their shoulders touched.
Jing Jiu stuck the extremely thin silk thread to the edge of the iron sword.
The iron sword brought the thread to his abdomen and trembled slightly.
Guo Dong didn't understand what he was doing.
The iron sword was actually moving in a very small area, but because it was moving so fast, it looked like it was trembling.
It didn't take long for the iron sword to reach another place inside Jing Jiu's abdomen with that extremely thin silk thread.
"I'm stitching up the flesh on my back. Now, I'm repairing the fracture on my spine."
Jing Jiu explained.
Guo Dong couldn't sit up, so she couldn't see the scene. All she thought was that it was ridiculous.
If that was the case, then her natural silk was actually sewn into this man's body. She felt even more strange.
Wild silk was the thinnest and toughest silk thread in the world. It was perfect for sewing wounds.
Yet, apart from Guo Dong and Bai Zao, nobody could find so much natural silk.
The iron sword moved at a high speed inside Jing Jiu's abdomen along with the natural silk thread, stitching up incessantly.
A minute later, the fracture on the spine had been repaired. The iron sword moved to another place and started stitching up the internal organs.
Of course, it was not only the internal organs that needed to be stitched up, but also the mucous membranes and blood vessels on the surface, which had to be more precise.
Yet, the speed of the iron sword didn't slow down. On the contrary, it sped up, leaving behind many residual shadows.
"Why do I feel it's faster?" asked Guo Dong.
Jing Jiu said, "It seems easy to repair the bones, but it's actually quite troublesome. The gray fibers inside are very thin, and my bones are very hard."
Guo Dong asked, "Have you done something like this before?"
"I've studied it before," replied Jing Jiu.
As they were talking, the iron sword stitched up two sections of the intestines and started stitching up other parts of the intestines.
After stitching up the internal organs, it was time to stitch up the muscles and the skin.
The ocean wind blew over the setting sun. Time elapsed.
After a long while, the iron sword stopped trembling, hovering in front of the two of them in Silence.
The golden and jade-like natural silk thread was cut off by the wind and returned to Jing Jiu's fingertips.
Guo Dong looked at his abdomen and found it was as smooth as usual, save for a thin bloody line. She couldn't find anything wrong with it.
"You should be a doctor based on your skill."
Jing Jiu said, "It's mainly because Jian Xilai's sword is fast enough."
The sword light that came from a few miles away was too sharp, so the wound was smooth and even.
If the wound was messy like this beach, it would be more troublesome to deal with it.
Of course, there were few things in this world that could cut his body in half.
Guo Dong noticed that Jing Jiu called the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean "Jian Xilai".
She had asked too many questions like this.
"Is it done?" she asked.
Jing Jiu said, "No, it's just stitched together. It will take a long time for them to grow back on their own. But I won't die."
Guo Dong said, "Then, it's my turn to die."
What she suffered was not an external wound, but a fatal internal one.
To ensure that she could kill the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean, she was very close to him when she struck, so she suffered a severe injury.
The sword wielded by the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean had broken three of her Dao meridians.
Her body looked fine at the moment, but she couldn't move her body below the neck, like a paralyzed patient, and her life force was fading away.
Even though Jing Jiu's iron sword could sew up the smallest wound, it couldn't heal her injury.
"You won't die."
As Jing Jiu said this, he felt that this scene and this conversation seemed to have taken place before.
It happened a few years ago, or a few hundred years ago.
Guo Dong shot him a glance and asked, "Is that so?"
Having said that, she closed her eyes and rested.
The setting sun was slanting further, and the sunset looked brighter. The surface of the ocean seemed to be ablaze. More and more dead fish drifted over from the distance, attracting more seabirds. They landed on the surface of the ocean and then flew up again, making a lot of noise. Seen from a distance, they looked like countless sparks.
Jing Jiu turned his head to look at her face.
Her tightly closed eyes were like two lines, and her eyelashes, which were neither too long nor too short, were more lines. Her mouth was a line, and the bridge of her nose was another line.
This was an ordinary face, different from her previous appearance.
Back then, she was not exceedingly beautiful, but she was eye-catching. She could be remembered at a glance, no matter if she was in the black mountain or the angry river, or in the prosperous human world.
However, no matter which one she was, Jing Jiu couldn't understand her, just like she couldn't understand him.
"Your Cultivation state is lower than mine, but you want to kill Xilai. What are you thinking? You've been stuck in the Heavenly Arrival State for hundreds of years, unable to break through. After I ascended, you've finally decided to use the most dangerous method to break through the cocoon and become a new person … Why do you still live like before? Why do you delay your Cultivation and time for these unimportant matters, even at the cost of your own life? Pei Baifa doesn't have much time left, but what about you? "
Looking at her face, Jing Jiu was thinking about these questions.
The night arrived, and the sky was full of stars, illuminating the beach.
Guo Dong opened her eyes, which reflected the starlight, looking very bright.
The stars in the water were the stars in the sky.
What was this person in front of her?
She looked at Jing Jiu in Silence, saying nothing.
Jing Jiu didn't say anything either. He thought it was a good way to behave, unlike many years ago, when she kept on talking about reasons, which was quite annoying.
After a long while, Guo Dong's eyelashes quivered slightly, as she said, "You said that I won't die."
"Yes," replied Jing Jiu.
Guo Dong said, "Why do I feel like you are looking at a dead person?"
Or a person who should be dead.
The corners of Jing Jiu's mouth curled up slowly, forming an attractive curve. He responded with a polite smile.
"Your face is indeed good-looking, but don't use it as a weapon against me. The concept of good-looking is merely a choice for the better bloodline when one's life continues …"
Guo Dong said, "And I'm not interested in these things."
Jing Jiu thought what she said was sensible, but he wasn't interested in it.
He didn't like to listen to reasons, and he didn't like to talk about them either. He had only talked about them to Zhao Layue.
And he had heard Guo Dong talk about similar reasons many years ago. Those were annoying memories that he wanted to forget.
He merely came here to see her, not to meet her. Unexpectedly, they had to meet each other under the circumstances, and they were so close to each other, right in front of his eyes.
What should he do? Jing Jiu closed his eyes.
Guo Dong didn't expect him to have such a reaction.
Looking at Jing Jiu's face, she suddenly came to a conclusion.
Though she wasn't interested in those things, a good-looking face would make her feel better than an ugly face.
Neither the Dao Heart nor the Zen will would erase the deepest part of one's life. Forgetting the affection didn't mean being emotionless; otherwise, one would become inhuman.
Guo Dong understood this better than anybody else, so she could accept it easily. As such, she looked at Jing Jiu's face for a long time.
The stars in the sky were quiet and motionless, but they changed brightness and dimmed as time passed. As the morning sunlight grew brighter, the stars disappeared quietly.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes and woke up.
He used the Piercing Awareness to check himself, making sure that the internal organs in his body were fine.
Then, he looked at the tip of his foot and tried to move it. He found that the thumb of his right foot could move on its own.
It had been one night. The gray filaments in his vertebrae had finally connected. This was the most important thing.
He pulled back his right leg slowly. His movement was slow and clumsy, and it was very stiff, as if he was imitating a human puppet.
He bent his right leg and stepped on the sand. He turned around slowly and put down his palm to support his body, and then he stood up inch by inch.
His movement was so slow that the scene looked like it had been slowed down dozens of times.
Guo Dong remarked, "You are like a chameleon."
Jing Jiu didn't pay attention to her. He was still concentrating on his movement, until he sat down in the end.
This simple movement made his face look even paler, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
For his expression to change, it must be the most extreme pain.
When he stitched up the wound the day before, he used the Zen method of the Guocheng Temple to seal his six senses.
Back when he had just broken through the State of Inherited Will on the top of the Shenmo Peak, he encountered the thunderstorm. He used this method to avoid being shocked unconscious by the thunder.
Yet, sealing the six senses would have a severe effect on the internal organs, muscles and meridians.
If Jing Jiu wanted to recover as soon as possible, he had no choice but to give up and endure it by relying on his willpower.
Fortunately, he had never lacked willpower.
He inhaled a mouthful of the salty ocean wind and made sure that the stitched parts of his internal organs didn't split open. His face looked a bit better now. He placed his palm on Guo Dong's hair and stroked it twice.
Guo Dong asked with widened eyes, "What are you going to do?"
Jing Jiu raised his palm.
Countless fine silk threads were pulled out by his palm, drifting softly in the ocean wind, giving off a beautiful glow.
These silk threads were also the natural worm silk, but it was unclear how he managed to pull them out from Guo Dong's body.
"You like to run around, so I have to tie you up first."
Jing Jiu wrapped the natural worm silk in his hand around Guo Dong's body, as if he was wrapping her up with a cloth.
Guo Dong knew that he didn't mean it, saying, "I heard that you used the same method to save Bai Zao in the snowland back then."
"Yes," said Jing Jiu, "but this method can't save you."
The Cultivation state of the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean was many times higher than that of Lo Huainan, who had sneak-attacked Bai Zao.
Guo Dong's injury was many times more severe than that of Bai Zao.
The natural worm cocoon and the secret Cultivation method of Shui Yue Nunnery could only stabilize her injury, but they couldn't cure it.
Guo Dong asked while staring into his eyes, "Who are you? Jingyang has left the ancient script of the Pill Pearl to you … Are you the descendant of him and Nan Wang? "
Jing Jiu thought that she was still so troublesome, and that he shouldn't have come. Yet, he didn't answer her. He lowered his head and continued what he was doing, wrapping the silk around Guo Dong's body. The silk became thicker and thicker, and its position was getting higher and higher. It passed her chest and neck, and was about to reach her face.
"If you want to gag me, you can have a try."
The expression in Guo Dong's eyes grew calm and formidable.
She didn't use the mantra of the disciples of Aoyama, and her tone was nonchalant.
Yet, she was one of the top three people in the history of Chaotian who had killed the most people, so her threat was more real and powerful.
Jing Jiu changed his original plan after some thought. He wrapped the natural worm silk around her face.
It didn't take long before a large silkworm cocoon appeared on the beach.
Guo Dong's face was exposed, looking like a baby in a swaddling cloth.
She looked adorable.
Jing Jiu wrapped the natural worm silk around her waist and tied a button there, and then he tied the other end of the silk to his own wrist. Then he called out the iron sword and stood up with difficulty.
His face turned pale again, his eyebrows furrowed tightly.
He walked toward the forest behind the beach while carrying Guo Dong.
To put it more precisely, he didn't walk, but moved.
Fortunately, he tied the silk thread in a very precise position, and the balance of the cocoon was perfect, so it didn't affect his walking.
By dusk, he had finally walked out of the forest.
It was about one mile away.
The newly changed cotton cloth was soaked by the blood again.
Jing Jiu had gotten used to the pain, so he didn't furrow his eyebrows any longer; but he couldn't walk faster.
At the moment, he couldn't even ride the sword, let alone use the Underworld Fairy Sword. All he could do was use his feet to move his body slowly.
There was a muddy road outside the forest, bumpy and uneven. The marks of the wheels and the hooves of the oxen had faded away. It seemed that few people came here on a regular basis.
Jing Jiu walked slowly toward the distance while carrying Guo Dong.
He recalled the time when he and Liu Shisui left the small village and followed Master Mo back to Aoyama. He didn't understand why he felt it was good to walk at the time.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
