The light of the sword is like the moon reflecting on Kyushu

In fact, Zeng Yong's injuries were not minor. In addition to a broken arm bone, he also had several broken sternum and ribs, and his internal organs were damaged to varying degrees!

The reason I spoke so casually was so as not to worry Erni!

Fortunately, Feng Jiuxiao was at the sixth level of the Glazed Realm, and the true energy he gave Zeng Yong quickly helped protect his heart meridian! As long as his heart meridian was intact, there was nothing else to fear! He only needed to rest and recuperate.

The self-healing ability of a peak Ninth Realm expert is absolutely beyond the imagination of ordinary people!
Therefore, Feng Jiuxiao's statement that Zeng Yong's fracture was a minor injury was not inappropriate.

However, in Erni's eyes, a fracture is an absolutely terrible injury!
After Erni frantically grabbed a bunch of medicine bottles, she rushed into the room, intending to undress Zeng Yong, but Feng Jiuxiao reminded her from outside, "He has a broken bone, you'd better not touch him, otherwise the broken bone may become dislocated and there will be no chance of recovery for the rest of his life!"

Erni was so frightened that she didn't know what to do!

Chang Zijing entered the room and gently placed her hands on Erni's shoulders, saying softly, "What you should do now is stay by his side and keep watch. Don't lose your composure. The young master has already channeled his inner energy into him, stabilizing Zeng Yong's blood circulation. In a few days, he will improve!"

Erni looked at Zeng Yong, who was unconscious, and felt like the sky had fallen!

Chang Zijin laughed and said, "Young Master Feng once had his leg broken by the Demon Lord's sword, but he recovered, didn't he? Being impatient won't solve anything! Alright, listen to me, let's go out first and let Brother Zeng rest."

Although Zeng Yong was unconscious at this time, his breathing was already even, so Chang Zijin concluded that Zeng Yong was out of danger!

Seeing that Chang Zijin spoke with unusual certainty, Erni had no choice but to reluctantly leave.

The sunset here is noticeably later, and the evening glow on the horizon is still magnificent.

Yuan Zishan and Chili stood at the top of the Seven Star Tower, gazing at the horizon and admiring the magnificent view.

The crimson fireball was hurtling toward the gap in the snow-capped mountain, the sharp edges of the snow-capped peaks slicing open its soft belly and splashing out scalding molten lava.

The sea of ​​clouds seemed to be ignited—not the gentle orange-pink of the Central Plains, but a blue flame wrapped in purple lightning, burning from the western sky all the way to Yuan Zishan's eyelashes!

A ray of evening sunlight suddenly pierced through the clouds, pinning the city of Anqiang, spanning several miles across the land, into the vast expanse of white.

The earthen city walls transformed into silhouettes of gold foil, the hoofprints of yaks returning to their pens condensed into bluish-gray ribbons, and the small red flags raised by the iron spears of the Tibetan soldiers resembled drops of blood sprinkled on plain silk.

The wind tore apart the clouds high in the sky, leaving the edges of the broken clouds as sharp as if they had been sliced ​​by a cleaver.

The eastern sky is covered with frozen clouds like jade marrow, which are the compassionate eyes of the Bodhisattva; the western sky is covered with rolling red copper scale clouds, which must be the blazing flames of the wrathful form of the Wrathful King!
A patch of fish-scale cloud hung right above Anqiang City, its dark blue hue peeking through the gaps in the ice crystals, resembling a mandala held atop the fingertips of a giant Buddha!
Suddenly, three beams of light pierced through the clouds, illuminating a row of mani stones on the lonely mountain. Prayer flags fluttered like butterflies drawn to a flame!
Looking down at the layers of golden rooftops, the accumulated snow forms tiger-skin patterns in the recesses of the brackets. The glacier at the foot of the temple swallows the setting sun, leaving only a winding, inky trail.

The tea and horse market in Anqiang City closed at dusk, and the mule caravans carrying tea chests crowded together at the south gate, forming dark brown spots. The Tibetan tax collectors swung their copper-plated scales, stirring up fine gold dust—those caravans that swarmed like ants during the day had now shrunk into ink stains on the snowy plain.

A loud wail erupted from the Thousand Buddha Hall, soaring into the sky.

The last glimmers of sunlight in the west leaped twice before disappearing abruptly into the snow-capped mountain ridge. The snow instantly lost its golden brilliance, turning into a cold, brittle, moon-white, like celadon. Smoke rose from the city of Anqiang, three gray pillars spreading out like fangs against the purple-blue sky.

The temple gate creaked shut, the iron rings striking the copper-clad door panels, startling seven crows into flight.

When the evening drums sound again, the entire Hehuang Valley has become a chessboard where silver frost and twilight play a game of chess.

The white breath exhaled by Yuan Zishan condensed into ice beads on the prayer flag ropes, like a string of Buddhist beads that someone had left behind. This bitterly cold land, where even Shakyamuni Buddha had to tread through snow, burned the setting sun more fiercely than the Lantern Festival lights of Bianjing.

Yuan Zishan couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "She's so beautiful!"

Chili exclaimed, "I've never seen such a beautiful sight in the Central Plains!"

"The vastness of the land here is truly invigorating!"

"Yes, miss, although it's a bit cold, it has a unique charm!"

Just as she was reveling in the enchanting scenery, a monk called out from below the pagoda, "Miss Yuan, it's time for your vegetarian meal!"

Yuan Zishan said regretfully, "Chili, let's go downstairs!"

The sunset here never seems to linger; in an instant, the temperature plummets, freezing anyone standing atop the tower into an ice sculpture. If you don't go down soon, Chili might catch a cold!
As I stepped into the dining hall amidst the lingering echoes of the frost-covered bell, the centuries-old rafters seemed to be softly reciting the "Two Times of Dining Ritual".

The domed ceiling has eight caissons hanging down like a spider web, with copper bells hanging at each intersection. When the wind blows, the thousands of bells vibrate as if the Emperor is chanting a spell.

The most surprising thing was the alms bowl held by the Buddha Vairocana – it was a whole piece of jujube wood struck by lightning and hollowed out, and the room was filled with the aroma of porridge mixed with the bitter smell of the lightning-struck wood.

The statue's brows and eyes were so compassionate that Helian Rongguang immediately showed reverence as soon as he stepped across the threshold!
Only after everyone had entered did the monks in the temple dare to move.

The patchwork robes moved in a blur, and the men entered in single file.

All the monks walked silently and remained silent, standing still after reaching their designated seats. When the head elder waved his hand, all the monks sat down in unison!

Feng Jiuxiao thought to himself: This is no temple, it's clearly a military camp! All the monks are disciplined and move in unison, they are clearly a formidable army of monks!

He glanced at them and saw that there were many experts at the eighth or even ninth realm!

The King of Light has been secretly accumulating power all along; he is not to be underestimated!
Steaming hot millet buns are served in a flowing stream. You can pierce the thin skin with the tip of your chopsticks and the golden millet wrapped with pine mushroom pieces will flow out.
Pickled mustard greens mixed with frozen tofu cut into 1-inch squares, the dark brown color interspersed with sesame oil specks, resembling the lacquer surface of an ancient zither adorned with frets;
The most amazing thing was the pot of Luohan soup—dill flakes floated on the green duckweed, eighteen kinds of mountain vegetables sank at the bottom, and date-sized gluten balls soaked in soup, floating in the pot like unenlightened monk heads.

An old monk at the next table picked up a fallen chestnut and put it into his robes, his wrist twirling like a swallow scooping water. Feng Jiuxiao found it amusing and asked, "Master, why are you putting the fallen chestnuts into your robes?"

The old monk smiled with unusual kindness: "Yesterday, while I was in the lecture hall, I found a squirrel that had fallen to the ground. I'm going to leave it some food."

That's it!

If I didn't know that the mastermind behind the Great Bright Temple was a powerful figure in the Demonic Sect, these monks would seem to be compassionate to me on the surface!

It doesn't matter. Out of sight, out of mind. As long as I don't find any evidence of their evil deeds, I can't just go on a killing spree because they have the name of the "Demon Sect" over their heads! Besides, the key point is that the Bright Light Dharma King made a three-point agreement with me. After all, her lifelong wish is to unify the Demon Sect and become its number one! She will never be an enemy of the Central Plains martial arts world! With the Bright Light Dharma King's restraint, those demons and clowns from the Three Mountains and Five Peaks won't be able to stir up much trouble! After all, the Bright Light Dharma King will not allow any other person in the Demonic Path to pose a threat to her! All evil and heretical sects, no matter how ambitious or powerful, are only allowed to submit to the Great Bright Temple!
As before, the existence of places like the Great Bright Temple, Yedi Zhai, and the Island of Demons outside the Demonic Sect is absolutely unacceptable!
Helian Rongguang, Zhang Deyi, his two subordinates, and Ouyang Zhong gathered together.

Duanmu Yan, Wang Sheng, and Xiong Mengyan gathered together.

Xiong Mengyan originally wanted to squeeze in with Feng Jiuxiao, but the seats to Feng Jiuxiao's left were taken by Pang Shiwu and Chili, and the seats to his right were taken by Yuan Zishan and Chang Zijin. The seats opposite him were naturally reserved for Venerable Bailian and his two junior brothers, Chi Mang and Lan Zhi. Since Xiong Mengyan couldn't get a good seat, she decided to give up and find another place to sit.

Even if I, Miss Xiong, like you, Feng Jiuxiao, I can't act like a shrew and steal seats without any principles. That would only lower my status and make me look down on others!
She wasn't angry, because all of this was expected!
On the surface, she is competing with Yuan Zishan for Feng Jiuxiao, but in reality, she also has another rival in love, Chang Zijin!

Furthermore, Chili, this shadow of Yuan Zishan, sometimes unleashes hostility and causes more trouble than Yuan Zishan herself! Therefore, Chili is a rival in love who isn't actually a rival!

The thought of facing three rivals in love did not discourage Xiong Mengyan. Instead, she found it even more challenging and aroused her competitive spirit!
Erni asked with some worry, "What about Ayong? Won't he get hungry if he doesn't eat?"

Feng Jiuxiao smiled and said, "He shouldn't eat right now."

Erni exclaimed in surprise, "Has he suffered internal injuries?"

If she hadn't suffered internal injuries, why wouldn't she be able to eat? It's no wonder she's overthinking things!

Feng Jiuxiao said decisively, "No! You don't understand martial arts, so you don't know! Martial arts masters like Brother Zeng usually heal themselves while they sleep. If you interrupt his healing process, it may frighten him in his sleep! In severe cases, it may cause him to suffer a qi deviation!"

Erni was immediately startled and looked at Chang Zijing with wide eyes, "Zijing, is it true?"

Chang Zijing remained expressionless, but inwardly she cursed: You, Feng Jiuxiao, you were spouting nonsense, and now I have to clean up your mess!
She said calmly, "That's right! Erni, concern makes you lose your composure! You have to trust everyone's judgment and trust Zeng's own healing ability. He's in much better shape now than before! You can feel it from his breathing! Alright, let's eat quickly, or it'll get cold!"

The temperature drops quickly at night, so if you eat slowly, your food will get cold very quickly!
Erni nodded listlessly!
When Zeng Yong suddenly disappeared from her side, she felt like her world had collapsed!

Although life was tough and tiring when I lived in the countryside, I had never felt as fearful and lost as I do today!

After thinking it over, it was probably because she cared too much about Zeng Yong! Zeng Yong had always been very strict with her, which made her develop a serious dependence on him!
When Zeng Yong was around, she was just a pampered little girl!

Zeng Yong's sudden absence made her very uncomfortable! She felt incredibly lost and empty, and her whole life seemed to have suddenly turned gloomy!

This is what it means to care!
Although Yuan Zishan and Chang Zijin saw what was happening, they didn't dare to offer much advice. Some things, you just have to get through on your own. The more others advised her, the deeper she might sink into her own problems.

Chili only cares about the taste of the food and eats it all with gusto!
It wasn't that she was heartless; it was just that her upbringing was different from Erni's. She had grown up in the General's Mansion! What kind of high-ranking officials hadn't she seen? She chatted with high-ranking officials and associated with experts! She was used to grand occasions, ate well and slept well from a young age, and was surrounded by "her fans." No one dared to bully her! So, she was carefree and never felt inferior from a young age!
Now, the young lady Yuan, who dotes on her like a younger sister, is known as the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, and her son-in-law, Feng Jiuxiao, is known as the number one master of the younger generation in the martial arts world! She has never lacked love, so she will not become overly dependent on anyone!

Although no one has made their relationship public, she is absolutely certain that the black-clad youth with two swords at his waist can only be hers!
No one can take her away from the boy in black!

One is insecure, the other is confident! That's the difference between Erni and Chili!
If Pang Shiwu is injured, Chili firmly believes that Pang Shiwu will recover and will definitely not cry or be unable to control himself!
If Pang Shiwu had died, she wouldn't have been so consumed by despair and unable to pull herself out of it!
Because in her view, everyone is destined to die; it's just a matter of sooner or later!

If your man is gone today, will the sun not rise tomorrow? The answer is definitely no. No matter what happens to your man, the sun will still rise tomorrow! Life goes on!

Venerable White Lotus asked, "Young Master, shall we depart tomorrow morning?"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "Mm!"

The White Lotus Venerable said, "There are probably more and more experts around Qinghai Lake now!"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "What's the use of going early? To get to Haixin Mountain, we need a boat, right?"

Venerable White Lotus laughed, "As expected, nothing could fool the Deputy Envoy's eyes and ears!"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "Those ferries are all in the hands of the Red Sect lamas controlled by the Holy Venerable, right?"

Venerable White Lotus said, "Indeed!"

"Wouldn't that mean the two sides would have to fight a major battle?"

"That's how it should be!"

"It's a pity that we have too little information over there."

Venerable White Lotus said, "Young Master, rest assured, I will receive the latest intelligence tomorrow morning!"

Feng Jiuxiao asked, "Do you have spies within the Mahayana Maitreya Sect?"

Venerable White Lotus laughed and said, "We also have someone in this room who is loyal to the Holy Venerable! We are all in the same boat!"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "If those martial arts masters from the Central Plains cannot unite as one, they will only be defeated and annihilated one by one by the Red Sect lamas!"

Venerable White Lotus shook his head and sighed: "Without your leadership, young master, it will be difficult for these martial arts masters from the Central Plains to unite as one! They are all independent and unwilling to submit to anyone. Getting them to work together is as difficult as climbing to heaven!"

Feng Jiuxiao laughed and said, "Then our opportunity has come!"

Venerable White Lotus also laughed and said, "If they see you appear, won't they immediately form two lines to welcome you?"

Feng Jiuxiao laughed and said, "That's really hard to say!"

While they were chatting and laughing, Wang Sheng said softly, "Why is this White Lotus Venerable so close to Feng Jiuxiao? Isn't he also a member of your Demonic Sect?"

Duanmu Yan said, "There's a high chance that the Bright Dharma King and Feng Jiuxiao have reached some kind of agreement!"

Wang Sheng said, "I heard that the Bright Dharma King is determined to unify the Demonic Sect. What do you two think? Are you just going to let her swallow you up one by one?"

Duanmu Yan sneered, "She's dreaming! Although I have no ambition to unify the Demonic Sect, I absolutely cannot let her succeed! Yedi Zhai is the culmination of my adoptive father's efforts; how can I hand it over to someone else?" (End of Chapter)