Changming coughed twice and remembered what Yun Weisi had just said.

Yun Weisi said, there is no time.

The daytime belongs to Yun Weisi, and the night belongs to the sea of ​​clouds.

The sky above our heads is still far away from the dark night. Yun Weisi said that there is not much time, not because the sea of ​​clouds will come out soon, but because he is afraid that Chang Ming and the others will enter the Chuitian Waterfall first.

"If you and I became mortal through that waterfall, then surely everyone else did too."

Including Yun Weisi.

If true, that would be interesting.

What will it be like when everyone in the eighth abyss is an ordinary person and no longer differentiates themselves based on their cultivation level?

Naturally, his unfilial disciple couldn't kill him either.

Chen Ting asked: "Then if we can go out, will our cultivation be restored?"

Chang Ming: "When Taoist Fellow Yun comes after me, can you ask him?"

Chen Ting:......

Seeing Chang Ming reluctantly get up, he subconsciously reached out to help him, only to find that there was a long slash from his back shoulder to his arm. The blood had dried up, but the traces left behind were even more ferocious.

Chen Ting felt pain when he saw it.

He asked cautiously: "Are you really okay, or else I will carry you?"

"No need."

It was natural for Chang Ming to feel pain, and he even found that while his cultivation was improving rapidly, the pain he felt when he was injured would be more severe than usual.

But these are all tolerable.

And it may not be safe here.

"Let's go into the city first and find a place to rest before we talk."

When Chen Ting saw him using the Zen staff as a crutch, he twitched the corner of his mouth and wanted to say something, but he held it back.

The treasure of the Qingyun Temple...forget it, there are no bald donkeys here anyway.

After passing the archway, the two of them walked a few miles and finally saw people.

Not only is it crowded, it's also quite lively.

Chen Ting almost wanted to rub his eyes.

"Are they...going to the market?"

He was indeed right. The scattered vendors and the crowds of people coming and going were the common sights in cities in various countries on the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year.

However, this is Jiuchongyuan.

Those who sell and buy things have become monks.

It's normal if you think about it.

When everyone here has lost their spiritual power, and everyone is also an ordinary person, the method of distinguishing the strong and weak by practicing martial arts is no longer feasible. As time goes by, those who cannot get out have to consider their livelihood, and naturally they become like the people outside.

Live life.

Therefore, there are not only market inns in the city, but also people farming. There are rich people who are brightly dressed and covered in silk and satin, and there are also men and women who are not doing well and are dressed in simple and shabby clothes.

Chang Ming had no time to take a closer look, and the pain from the wound made him break into a cold sweat.

Chen Ting quickly helped him into a nearby inn.

Staying in an inn here also costs money. When the waiter met, he asked: "Do you two gentlemen have enough money?"

Chen Ting: "What is that?"

The waiter smiled and said: "Accommodation and food in this city cost a lot of money. If you don't have it, please give me your valuables. I will take them to the pawn shop, calculate the price, and I will give you back the excess."

Chen Ting: "What valuable things do you charge?"

Guy: "Of course it's a magical weapon, such as Lang Jun's sword."

Chen Ting: "After entering here, won't all magic weapons and spiritual weapons be useless?"

Guy: "Having said that, these things are still valuable. One day when you go out, they will be worth a hundred times. On the contrary, if you stay here for a day, you have to eat, drink and have sex like an ordinary person. I think I was still the same when I came here ten years ago."

Aren’t the famous masters still working here as waiters?"

Chen Ting had nothing to say.

Naturally, he couldn't pawn the Guyue Sword, and Chang Ming couldn't take out the glazed golden bead staff. The two sides were in a stalemate.

The waiter saw that Chang Ming was injured, so he didn't panic and waited for them to give in.

"You two, don't say I didn't warn you. It's okay now that it's daytime. But when it gets dark and you two can't find a place to stay, it will be in danger."

Chen Ting frowned and took it as a false threat from the waiter: "How can you say this?"

Just as the other party was about to speak, someone came in from outside.

"I'll pay them."

…

Yun Weisi looked up at the sky.

The sky is clear and the sun is bright, cloudless.

But the person he wanted to kill was lost.

Chuitian Waterfall is the place he hates most in Jiuchongyuan.

Because here, all spiritual power will disappear and everyone will become an ordinary person.

If you want to leave, you have to wait until the right time, place, and people are available.

In order to kill Chang Ming, he came in.

A low groan came from the palm of my hand.

It was a sound that only he could hear.

Like a dragon roaring.

But he knew that it was not a dragon.

But the sword chant of Sifei Sword.

Si Fei Jian rarely makes any movement, even if it is driven by him, it is just like an arm moving its fingers, making no sound.

But after meeting Jiufang Changming today, he had an unprecedented reaction.

Yun Weisi moved his wrist slightly, and he held the dark long sword.

The inscription glows slightly, as if meeting an old friend reunited after a long absence.

He knew that Sifei Sword once belonged to Jiufang Changming.

But Yun Weisi felt that the other party was no longer qualified to possess this sword.

Why does Si Fei Sword react like this?

The past events are vivid in my mind.

He remembered Jiufang Changming, and he remembered that he became a disciple and then broke up with him, and in the end the two of them took different paths.

He also remembered that he must kill him, no matter how far in the world he was.

As time goes by, all memories gradually fade away, but this belief remains.

He didn't expect that not long after he woke up from seclusion, the other party would come to his door.

That's all, in Chuitian Waterfall, it's just a little more troublesome and not in the way.

But, why does Sifei Sword make a low cry that is almost mournful?

Yun Weisi looked at the golden inscriptions on the sword that flickered in and out without sadness or joy.

"He is no longer worthy of using you, but you are still reluctant to kill him?"

Si Feijian naturally would not answer.

Yun Weisi didn't need to answer.

He strode forward.

You must find the bright light in all directions before it gets dark.

…

"Fellow Daoist Xu!"

A long drought brings sweet rain, and old friends meet in a foreign land.

Chen Ting was filled with surprises, and his mood at this moment was no less than that of Gan Lin and his old friend.

Xu Jingxian is still the pretty woman dressed in purple.
To be continued...