As soon as he woke up, Wu Chi didn't have that kind of hangover headache at all, but felt unusually comfortable and in good spirits.

The damaged meridians in his body seemed to have recovered a lot, and although his true qi was still exhausted, the speed of deterioration had slowed down greatly, which made Wu Chi ecstatic, and a gleam burst out of his eyes, and he stepped into the room briskly.

Since the self-branding of the day, Wu Chi has never been so easy.

It's only been one night, and there has been such a big change, and the old man's medical skills are simply breathtaking.

"Little one, are you awake?"

Pushing open the door, the old man had already gotten up, bowing down in front of the door and tending to the herbs.

Yuan Ziyi dragged her chin and sat at the table in a daze, facing the same, revealing a different kind of beauty.

"Thank you seniors for saving me!"

With a smile on his face, Wu Chi bowed and saluted.

Throwing down the small medicine hoe in his hand and wiping his hands, the old man walked out of the medicine garden, waved his hand and said, "Little guy, don't be busy thanking you first, I may not be able to cure your injury." ”

walked to the table and sat down, took the teacup from Yuan Ziyi's hand, and snorted dissatisfiedly, "You have a lot of things, don't let you drink good wine, what kind of tea do you make." ”

Putting down the teapot disapplausively, Yuan Ziyi frowned and said, "Drunkard grandpa, you train me again, see if I don't smash all the wine jars behind you for you." ”

“...... Okay, okay, I'm wrong, tea is tea, it's good. The old man was really a little afraid of this little girl's nonsense, so he reluctantly admitted his mistake.

"Today the kid is feeling much better, and the injury has stopped getting worse, thanks to the skill of the seniors. ”

Then sat down, and Wu Chi thanked him again.

"The other injuries on your body are nothing, the old man still has some medical skills, so it is not a problem for you to recover your meridians, or even restore your true qi. Waving his hand, the old man said slowly, "However, if your kendo foundation is damaged, it won't be so easy to deal with." ”

"The old man has carefully examined it, and the foundation of the kendo in your body doesn't look like it was injured by an external force! Little guy, tell me, how did you get injured?"

After a slight hesitation, Wu Chi still decided to tell the truth, after all, this may be related to whether he can heal his injuries.

"I once got the inheritance of the Shadow Divine Sword, and not long ago, because of some things, I cut off my own brand, so that the foundation of the sword path was damaged. ”

"Shadow Sword?"

Hearing this, the old man and Yuan Ziyi lost their voices together.

With a wry smile, Wu Chi himself also understood that Zhou Yuanting was too famous, and others might not know him, but he definitely remembered the Chengying Divine Sword.

"No wonder, it was the Chengying Sword Intent that you instructed me to fight with the Oniyasha that day, right?" As soon as his mind turned, Yuan Ziyi immediately remembered the legend of the Chengying Sword Technique, and immediately understood.

"Wait, now that you've got the inheritance, why did you kill yourself?"

In an instant, Yuan Ziyi reacted and asked puzzledly.

Wu Chi's affairs in Kunlun have only had a great impact in Kunlun, and they have not been completely spread for a while, Yuan Ziyi does not pay attention to Kunlun's affairs, so naturally it is not clear.

"It's hard to put into words. With a wry smile, Wu Chi didn't want to mention it more.

Waving his hand to stop Yuan Ziyi, the old man groaned for a moment and said, "That's right! You have left a kendo imprint in the sword, which is closely related to your kendo foundation, and self-cutting the imprint is tantamount to self-destruction of the kendo foundation." ”

Shaking his head, the old man sighed, "At such a young age, your temperament is so strong!

There was a hint of struggle in his eyes, and then he turned into firmness, Wu Chi said softly, "The world is impermanent, no matter what the result is, some things must be done." ”

Wu Chi's words were categorical.

No matter what the outcome, if he is given another chance to do it again, he will also choose to kill himself.

There was a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and the old man immediately felt a little regretful, "Little guy, accompany me to have some drinks." ”

"Drunkard grandpa, you've just gotten up, why do you still want to drink?" Yuan Ziyi stopped dissatisfiedly.

This time, the old man didn't pay attention to Yuan Ziyi, and just looked at Wu Chi quietly.

Slightly stunned, Wu Chi's face immediately changed, "Senior, this injury ...... Can't it be cured?"

He took out two jars of wine from his body, pushed one over to Wu Chi, and the old man sighed softly.

"Self-slashing, it's already a miracle that the foundation of your kendo hasn't completely collapsed. ”

If he was injured by an external force, he still had a way to heal it, but Wu Chi cut off his own brand, which was tantamount to destroying his kendo foundation with his own hands.

This kind of damage is the most deadly, and it can't be cured by medicinal stones at all, even if there are more heavenly and earthly treasures, it won't help.

The so-called medicine and medicine do not die for diseases, and Buddha is destined to be a person, which is the truth.

His heart sank, and Wu Chi's hand trembled slightly.

The hope that had just been ignited was so completely cut off, how could he bear it?

"How can this be?" Drunkard grandpa, you are a drunkard miracle doctor, even the Dao Dao injuries of those Dao powerhouses, you can cure them, why can't you cure him?" Yuan Ziyi suddenly got up, snatched the old man's wine jar, and asked in disbelief.

With a hint of regret in his eyes, he shook his head, and the old man said softly, "Little guy, it's not difficult to heal your injuries! But the old man has nothing to do about the damaged foundation of the sword. ”

"In the future, you may be able to cultivate to the peak of condensation, but you are doomed...... The avenue is hopeless!"

The old man spoke very heavyly, and his words were full of sighs.

He naturally understood what it meant for a sword genius like Wu Chi to be hopeless, and in a way, it was something more terrifying than death.

Although he is a little unbearable in his heart, he is a healer, and he must make people face the cruel reality.

"Smack!"

As soon as the avenue was hopeless, Yuan Ziyi lost her mind, and could no longer hold the wine jar, so she fell to the ground with a snap, falling apart, and the wine splashed on the ground, and also splashed on her clean skirt.

"Senior, is there really no hope?" 's voice was a little astringent, and Wu Chi couldn't help but ask again.

Shaking his head, the old man said softly, "The old man asked himself that the way of medicine is unparalleled in the world, if I can't cure it, I'm afraid that no one in the world can cure it!"

The name of the drunkard doctor is by no means false, and the old man has absolute self-confidence in the medical Tao.

The last trace of luck was shattered, Wu Chi was a little dazed, Mu Ran sat down, and an inexplicable pain swept through his body in his heart.

Although he knew that the consequences of self-beheading were serious, Wu Chi always had a sense of arrogance in his heart, feeling that even if he didn't have the Chengying Divine Sword, he could still dominate the world by himself.

But now, this bloody reality has undoubtedly dealt him a heavy blow.

The bold words in Kunlun are still in my ears, but is it really impossible to achieve it?

I don't know how long it took for Wu Chi to wake up from that state of confusion, and he suddenly picked up the wine jar in front of him and poured it in a big gulp! There seemed to be a fire burning in his chest, and he couldn't extinguish it.

"Wu Chi!"

Yuan Ziyi opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he found that everything he said was wrong.

She knows better than Wu Chi the power of the old man, and now the old man has admitted that there is no way, I am afraid that it is really hopeless.

"Let him get drunk. ”

With a sigh, the old man whispered.

He knew very well how hard this result was to the young man in front of him! But there was really nothing he could do, and the only thing he could do now was to make this little guy drunk.

Jar after jar of wine was poured down, and Wu Chi couldn't even remember how much wine he drank.

It seems that the altar is not wine at all, but water! No, not even water.

Fuddle!

Looking at Wu Chi's painful expression, seeing that he drank so much that he couldn't wake up and fell into the wine, Yuan Ziyi's heart hurt inexplicably.

"Drunkard Grandpa...... I'm so uncomfortable. ”

Clutching the old man's sleeve tightly, Yuan Ziyi bit his lip and said.

"Silly girl!"

sighed and touched Yuan Ziyi's head, and the old man was silent for a long time.

Speaking from his heart, he had a very good impression of the little guy in front of him! If it weren't for the destruction of the foundation of the kendo, the avenue was doomed to be hopeless, and he even had the heart to match the two.

But it's just that creation makes people!

With Yuan Ziyi's identity and talent, it is absolutely impossible to get together with a hopeless person.

It's not a question of who to look down on.

Once he stepped into the realm of the Dao Platform, his lifespan would increase to five hundred years! While the Great Dao was hopeless, Wu Chi was destined to have a life of only a hundred years at most.

It is very likely that Yuan Ziyi went into retreat, and after he came out, this little guy has changed from a young man, to a middle-aged, or even a twilight year!

In this way, how can two people be together?

Fortunately, I noticed it early, and now the relationship between the two should not be deep, and it will not be so painful.

Carrying Wu Chi into the room, applying needles to Wu Chi again, and completely stabilizing the injuries in his body, the old man shook his head, glanced at Yuan Ziyi, who was still guarding the room, sighed softly, and slowly walked out of the room.

Fuddle!

Perhaps, being able to get drunk like this is the best result for Wu Chi.

"The emperor's hegemony is talking and laughing, and it is better than getting drunk in life!"