Chapter 6 Lin Shen Sees the Deer
Li Jiujiu was silent for a moment and said: "Okay, this sword is weird. If you encounter a strong enemy in crisis, you can use this sword to defend against strong enemies at critical moments. , maybe it can save your life. "
"Yes."
"Okay, I'm leaving now, you have to take care of yourself."
"Well, take care of yourself too." Balian looked up. He looked at this beautiful woman and waved his arm.
Li Jiujiu pursed her lips and said nothing more. She slowly activated the spiritual power in her body, and the seven-star sword under her feet led her figure to rise diagonally.
Immediately, the sword light swept into the distant sky and turned into a meteor-like light.
The sword and the woman disappeared into the distant sky.
He was finally the only one left in the forest.
It is night, everything is sounding, the sky and the earth are quiet.
Balian seemed to be back in that purple gold coffin, alone for thousands of years.
The cold mountain wind blew on his body, lifting his blue and white robe. The cold wind penetrated into his clothes, but he could not feel a trace of coldness.
However, it was this that made him feel cold all over, and made him realize once again that he was no longer a human being.
Loneliness, fear, sadness and other negative emotions only emerge when you are alone, just like the silt hidden at the bottom of a seemingly clear river, surging out.
Only he can deeply understand the truest side of himself.
Balian smiled helplessly. He must have been a cowardly and incompetent person during his lifetime.
I kept saying that I would not go back to the sect with others, but as soon as they left, I was here to feel sad. It was really useless.
Putting the Qiu Shui Sword gifted to him by Li Jiujiu on his waist, he suddenly remembered her words and subconsciously stretched out the tip of his tongue to touch the fangs on both sides.
Does it really look like a tiger tooth?
Bailian was thoughtful.
I originally thought about listening to Li Jiujiu's instructions, and while I had some sense, I would hunt down one or two wild beasts in the mountains and drink some blood.
Lest we get too hungry and go crazy and attack humans, which would be bad.
Now he is a second-level practitioner of seeking the Tao. He can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to form the Zhoutian. And he also knows how to practice with his scattered memories.
This newly resurrected little corpse demon is still much stronger than ordinary humans and beasts.
Catching prey is of course not a problem. He has no body temperature and no breathing.
The animals in the mountains rely on their senses to predict danger, which naturally has no effect on Balian.
Bailian successfully caught a small sika deer.
The little sika deer is very cute, struggling hard with its big innocent and frightened round eyes.
Bailian couldn't bear it, but he still used his Qiu Shui Sword to make a small incision on the deer's thick buttocks, and used a fresh green leaf to catch the fresh deer blood.
Holding the still-steaming deer blood, Balian frowned slightly.
Obviously, it was still difficult for him to adapt to the life of eating hair and drinking blood, and looking at the blood flowing in the green leaves, he didn't even feel the slightest desire to eat.
The feeling in his belly told him that he didn't feel hungry at all at this time.
Li Jiujiu said that the mourning clothes he wore were from hundreds of years ago, but he was not hungry at all even after hundreds of years.
Suddenly he remembered that when he first opened his eyes, it was very difficult for him to even lift his arms. Even the base of his tongue was stiff, and he could only barely speak a corpse language.
But when Senior Brother Li Jiujiu died on the strange little sword and lost all his essence and blood, his body became soft again and he could speak smoothly again. Balian subconsciously touched the small sword on the side of his back, feeling a slight chill in his heart.
Is it possible that the little sword absorbed all the blood and essence from the man and flowed into his body?
Although he was not hungry at all at this time, it would be a waste to throw away the deer blood, so he endured the discomfort in his heart and drank it all in one gulp.
The corpse demon has no sense of taste, and Balian is no exception. The warm deer blood fell into the chest and abdomen like a straight line, straight to the lower abdomen.
The weak temperature in the lower abdomen seemed to increase by one point, and the weak Onmyodo fish that could not be seen from the outside world moved at an extremely slow speed.
Although Balian had no sense of taste, the strong smell of blood in his mouth still made him frown slightly. He didn't like this way of eating.
Fortunately, the amount of blood he drained was not large, and the wound was not large, so the deer was still alive and kicking.
Oddly enough, he hurt the deer, and after spending just a few sticks of incense with him, the deer was no longer afraid of him.
The fawn has a docile temperament and circles around him. Sometimes it even dares to take advantage of him when he is not prepared and gently licks the back of his hand.
Perhaps the deer, which was not afraid of life, knew that he had no intention of killing it.
Balian smiled slightly and took the hemostatic herbs that had been collected in the mountains.
Crushing the herbs, Bailian stretched out his hand and called: "Little Lu'er, come here, let me see the wound on your butt and stop the bleeding."
This mountain forest is located in many The central location of the small sect of cultivating immortals is full of spiritual energy, which makes the creatures in this area extremely intelligent.
The deer seemed to understand what Balian said, its small hooves fell on the ground and trotted to his side.
He took the initiative to raise his thick little buttocks, and lay on the ground and moaned twice, looking a little pitiful and aggrieved.
Bailian laughed out loud, this little guy is really a clever guy.
Apply the crushed herbal medicine evenly on the deer's injured buttocks. The herbal medicine works very quickly, and in a short time it stops the blood flowing from the deer's running.
The only disadvantage of this medicine is that it will cause a strong stinging sensation when applied to the wound.
Sure enough, the deer trembled, neighed, and struggled to get up.
“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, it will be fine in a while.”
Balian gently patted the other side of the fawn's uninjured butt to show comfort, and did not forget to blow air gently into its wound.
The little deer calmed down very obediently.
Bailian has no body temperature, so the breath he blows out is naturally cold.
The deer only felt the stinging sensation at the wound and felt much more comfortable under the cool breeze. He squinted his eyes and gently kicked Bailian's calf with his hind legs.
The deer’s butt is thick. It has been rolling around in Shaolin all year round. It can be said that the skin is rough and the flesh is thick. After the bleeding stopped, it became scabbed.
Seeing that Balian stopped applying the medicine, Xiaolu tilted his head and was about to lick the wound on his butt, but Balian stopped him in time.
"No, the medicine has been applied, and the wound will become inflamed if it gets wet again."
The deer let out a low cry, which was all in response.
But God seemed to be deliberately going against him. As soon as he finished speaking, a drizzle of light rain began to fall under the night sky.
The rain was not heavy, but it was very thin, very dense, and very continuous, and it felt like powder on people's faces.
On the grass, on the trees, on the rocks, slowly spreading into the entire deserted mountain forest, there is this light, flowing, moist smoke.
Bailian smiled bitterly, quickly opened his clothes, held up the deer's butt, and stuffed it into his arms to prevent the newly-medicated wound from getting wet by the rain and running away.
(End of this chapter)