Jiang Ning didn't care about the verses or whether they were useful to him. Anyway, as long as he felt obscure and had some meaning, he would recite them all with the attitude of treating the dead horse as a living horse.

Fortunately, before he was beaten and disabled, he was also a major cultivator in the Yangshen realm. His body and brain were tempered by spiritual energy, and his memory was abnormal. If he had been recorded by a mortal, he would have been messing around.

After a few days, Zhou Sheng's uninterrupted thoughts, Jiang Ning followed behind her uninterrupted back until the sixth day when the weather was slightly cooler, Zhou Sheng stopped.

Since then, all the collections of Shangqing Taoist Temple have been recorded by Jiang Ning. Of course, Jiang Ning did not know where these scriptures came from at this time.

Zhou Sheng paused and said, "Did you remember everything?"

Jiang Ning, who was hanging behind him, was stunned and nodded dullly: "I've remembered it."

He always thought that the old man didn't know that he was secretly memorizing the scriptures. Now he thought that the old man should have memorized it on purpose, why did he do this?

Jiang Ning felt a little nervous.

Even though he had been with the old man for almost a month, he had not figured out whether the old man was an enemy or a friend.

"What the hell does he want to do?" Jiang Ning's thoughts flipped, but he was helpless.

After all, the old man in front of him gave him a strong feeling!

Even before he was disabled, he would never be his opponent, let alone now he is disabled.

"Forget it, it's up to him to kill or cut. It's just fish on the chopping board."

Zhou Sheng asked again: "Do you remember anything?"

Jiang Ning answered honestly: "Reply to senior, no." After saying that, he moved slightly and added another sentence: "But many words and sentences are too obscure, and I don't understand them very well."

After saying that, he stopped talking and was waiting for the old man's reply.

Zhou Sheng smiled, and he naturally realized Jiang Ning's little thoughts. He saw that he wanted him to recite the scriptures, so he climbed along the way and wanted him to help him answer questions.

"Okay, let's talk about it, what do you don't understand?" Zhou Sheng asked.

Seeing that he said this, Jiang Ning was naturally not polite, so he told him one by one the things he didn't understand, and Zhou Sheng also patiently explained it to him.

The two of them preached all the way, and soon a few more days passed.

On this day, Zhou Sheng looked at the drizzling village in the distance, stopped and looked for a long time, and sighed: "Okay, the scriptures in the past few days have been told to you. As for the rest, you can only rely on yourself to slowly understand them. I hope you can use these scriptures to reshape the meridians, restore your cultivation, give me a miracle, and a miracle in the world."

Jiang Ning muttered, and his mind was like a ball of paste at this moment.

Even though the old man explained it, these scriptures were still too obscure, and some parts were still half-understood, so I was still thinking about the mystery that the old man explained to him three days ago.

But he immediately reacted and looked up in surprise.

"Why does this old man sound like he wants to separate? Is it because he is determined to find out and is about to let him go?"

Zhou Sheng didn't know what Jiang Ning was thinking, so he walked towards the village.

It was not heavy, but it was very dense.

The soil on the ground was mixed with rain, and it was like mud. Every step was like a deep nest.

"What the hell is this? Why is it full of mud?" Jiang Ning was soaked all over and covered with mud on his feet. Every time he took a step, he felt uncomfortable all over and couldn't help but start complaining.

The village was pulled in little by little, and Jiangning couldn't see it, but he could smell a decadent smell from afar, which made him feel alert.

His blindness had a great impact on him.

The decay smell became heavier and heavier, almost pungent, and the sound of strange birds gradually sounded around the ears.

Jiangning knew that this kind of bird was called a head owl, liked to eat rotten corpses, could imitate the crying of babies, and usually only appeared near a large number of corpses.

In other words, there are a large number of dead people around me now.

This made Jiang Ning sweat a little.

The old guy is going to take him where to take him... The little bit of affection for the old man that he finally felt for a while suddenly disappeared.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, bubbles kept coming out of the small pits on the ground, and even a layer of mist appeared faintly around.

Zhou Sheng stopped at the entrance of the village, and what caught his eye was a dilapidated area.

The leaking thatched huts, broken farming equipment, broken graphite trays and chariots across the road all highlight the desolation here.

There are also the weeds growing wildly everywhere, which are half a person tall. I think this village has not been crowded for a long time.

"The deserted village is a good place to bury corpses." Zhou Sheng sighed lightly.

Behind him, Jiang Ning's expression suddenly became nervous. He couldn't figure out what Zhou Sheng said, so he could only be careful and follow him behind.

The soil was soaked in rain, and it was covered with mud. Jiang Ning followed it so deeply and shallowly, and he didn't know whether it was going to survive or die.

After a few steps, the two of them had already entered the deserted village. As a gust of mountain wind blew, the faint smell of blood mixed with the rotten smell made people feel disgusting.

Zhou Sheng, who was walking in front, stopped, looked around, and said, "The rain is too heavy, let's take shelter from the rain tonight."

The sun sets in the west and night falls.

Jiang Ning groped and raised a bonfire in a dilapidated room. The scalp of flames dispelled the coldness of the cold night and gave him a hint of warmth.

Zhou Sheng sat cross-legged on the side, looking at Jiang Ning with a hint of heartache in his eyes.

"Do you know, what is destiny?" Zhou Sheng asked after a moment.

Jiang Ning, who was adding firewood, was stunned and immediately said, "I don't know."

Zhou Sheng asked again: "Then do you believe in destiny?"

Jiang Ning hesitated for a moment and said, "I didn't believe it before, but I believed it later."

"Why believe it?"

Jiang Ning replied: "I once knew that a mortal, who was nearly fifty years old, had no foundation at home, and had no skills to be with me. He was always in the market and was confused. He was a complete rogue. However, in just seven years, this person was able to control millions of soldiers and horses, achieve supreme achievements, and make all nations surrender to their feet. From then on, I believed it."

Although Zhou Sheng had never heard of these, he listened very seriously when Jiang Ning spoke.

When Jiang Ning finished speaking, he sighed and said, "The life of a mortal is like an ant. It is only a hundred years old and nearly fifty years old. It is already known that it can achieve such a success. It is indeed a destiny."

After a pause, he continued, "It's so good." After saying that, he stopped talking.

Jiang Ning didn't know what he meant, but he knew that the old man had a weird personality. Seeing that he was not thinking about continuing to chat, he ignored him. He cleaned up on his own and fell asleep sideways.

The world was silent, and all the beasts were silent. Only the sudden rain outside the window sounded in the dark with the crackling sound of wood burning.

In a daze, Jiangning was half asleep and half awake, and seemed to see ghosts outside the room.

He was shocked, suddenly stood up, and immediately found that he seemed to be able to see it.

But at this moment he didn't have the heart to pay attention to his eyes, because the rich ghost energy outside the window was about to condense into substance.
Chapter completed!