"Boom!"
Lightning flashed across the night sky above Chang'an City, and crackling rain fell.
"Master, your roof is leaking," Rong Tianding shouted.
"It's normal for some rainwater to leak if there's no one living there for a year. Get a basin to catch it first!"
"okay!"
"Tomorrow we will ask someone to check the green tiles on the roof. Replace what needs to be replaced and there will be no leaks after replacement!"
"Master, our bed collapsed and my cousin rolled off!"
"It hasn't been lived in for a year. The legs of this bed may have been bitten by mice or other insects, and it will collapse when it touches the water. You can carry Dongfang Shuo over here first!"
"This bed..."
In the light of lightning, just as Rong Tianding moved Zhang Xuezhou to the chair to lean on, the chair fell apart.
The time was not long, just over a year, but without care, the situation in the Dong Mansion was unspeakable.
Rong Tianding even saw a group of small centipedes scurrying around amid the thunder.
"If my cousin hadn't asked me to stay with my wife, it would have been much more comfortable for us to find a hotel to stay in!"
Rong Tianding thought about it in his heart, but quickly put it aside.
When Zhang Xuezhou was relocated, he followed the pale Dong Zhongshu in reciting the tomb sutra in the thunderstorm.
The thunder in Chang'an City also corresponds to the heavy rain in Xijing City.
Turning over from the medical bed, Zhang Xuezhou quickly pulled out the nutritional needle from his wrist.
He glanced around and saw Ren Anran standing blankly in front of the glass window, looking at the heavy rain outside the window.
Zhang Xuezhou experienced a lot in the past seven days, but there was nothing in the secret book that needed to be transcribed immediately. Yang Soul Transformation Technique was still at an imperfect stage, and the Full Moon Scimitar Martial Arts had no effect, so he had no idea of transcribing it.
This made him turn over, and after drinking two mouthfuls of water and stuffing a nutritious paste into his mouth, Zhang Xuezhou also stood in front of the window sill.
"What are you looking at?"
Zhang Xuezhou made a lot of noise when he got up, jumping and eating, but Ren Anran in front of the window didn't react at all, and didn't even look back. He seemed to be fascinated by the rain.
This made Zhang Xuezhou come over and ask after watching the heavy rain for a few seconds.
"There was a guy who kept staring at me. He kept talking and wanted to tell me, but I couldn't hear him!"
Being disturbed by Zhang Xuezhou, Ren Anran shivered for a moment before coming back to his senses.
"Professor's matter can definitely be solved. Don't put too much mental pressure on you," Zhang Xuezhou said.
"This does not seem to be a hallucination caused by insanity. He was standing in a pavilion and talking to me seriously. He has been talking for a long time!"
Ren Anran narrated his experience very seriously, which made Zhang Xuezhou feel a little bad. If this was not considered a mental illness, then medicine would have to be redefined.
"But if you use lip reading, it will be difficult to connect everything he said into normal content," Ren Anran said.
She gestured, then opened her mouth back and forth to make a series of sounds.
"Grum, ah la, ah, ah, touch, grunt, ah, long, ah, nasa?"
…
"God, can you lend me a helping hand and let me enter the big world?"
Ren Anran's weird accent came, and after several weird intonations, her mouth changed and she was already talking about ancient Chinese and Holy Land language.
This made Zhang Xuezhou's scalp numb, and the problem that he had previously identified as Ren Anran's mental symptoms disappeared.
"God? This emperor?"
He had a thought in his mind, and when he followed Ren Anran in reciting the words, Ren Anran also took out a piece of drawing paper.
"You see, he keeps looking at me and talking to me," Ren Anran said, "I feel very intimate when I look at and talk to him, just like I talk to my father, and I can also feel my own spiritual power. There is some growth!”
Ren Anran pointed at an old man wearing an imperial crown on the drawing paper. The familiar image jumped into his eyes, and Zhang Xuezhou felt his heart skip a beat.
"Can the emperor see us here?"
He was shocked.
But the emperor had defeated the extraterrestrial demon twice before, so it wouldn't be surprising if he left some coordinates for spells as a result.
In terms of casting distance, there has never been an answer to how far the maximum distance of a spell can be.
Some people can cast spells over a distance of thousands of miles, while others can cast spells on tens of thousands of miles, or even hundreds of thousands of miles, or across space like now.
The farther the casting distance, the weaker the power of the spell. The spell that spans space must only have the function of a coordinate, and it is very difficult to even maintain this coordinate.
Zhang Xuezhou had seen the pictures drawn by Ren Anran, and after flipping through a few pictures, he had already seen the laborious expression on the emperor's face.
"He seems to be using a lot of force, but I don't know what he is doing," Ren Anran said.
"He's pushing hard!"
Zhang Xuezhou thought for a while.
He originally wanted to check Ren Anran to see if there was any magic mark on Ren Anran, and then directly erase it.
But when his thoughts changed, he had some more thoughts in his mind.
"Come on, read this passage after me. Next time we look at each other, read it to him like this!"
Zhang Xuezhou took out a pen and paper and quickly wrote a lot of common texts using homophonic characters.
"Let him explain these words as clearly as possible and see what his response is!"
Zhang Xuezhou pointed to the large number of homophonic words on the paper about Yang Soul Transformation Technique, corrected a few more words, and also marked the tones.
Reciting the Holy Land text in the tone of the Red Alliance, it is obvious that only the emperor understands its meaning.
Zhang Xuezhou specially added the word 'assessment'.
Regardless of whether it's Li Kui or Li Gui, just take the Yang Soul Transformation Technique and test it to know whether it's true or false.
Compared to the Venerables of Yi Zhe River Holy Land or Dong Zhongshu, the Emperor is obviously a stronger interpreter.
If Zhang Xuezhou was asked to go back to the secret place of West Kunlun to ask the emperor, Zhang Xuezhou would not be so bold.
Not to mention the fact that he needed to find a way back to the West Kunlun Secret Land, which took an extremely long time. The journey was unpredictable, and he would inevitably lose control of his body for seven days. There was no guarantee that he could successfully return to the West Kunlun Secret Land again. come out.
Now there is no chance for your Majesty to call someone to fish him out again.
After Zhang Xuezhou thought about it, he felt that if Ren Anran had such ability, it would be good to communicate in this way.
The Yang Soul Transformation Technique is not only beneficial to Ren Shengxing, it is also a new technique developed by His Majesty, so that the Emperor will not be able to discern the truth at a glance and despise it.
If Ren Anran's situation is some kind of coincidental mental delusion, this can also be directly distinguished.
"Do you really believe me that much?"
Ren Anran believed that Ren Shengsheng's mental state was abnormal, but Ren Shengsheng also believed that there was something wrong with Ren Anran's mental state.
There was no shortage of arguments between the two, as well as their own verifications.
Nothing happened in the end.
Ren Anran felt that Ren's spirit throughout his life was impure, leading to the loss of all kinds of beliefs and even erratic behavior.
Ren Shengsheng felt that Ren Anran had suffered from severe mental hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, and it was completely wrong to revise the relevant content mentioned in mental strengthening.
In the midst of the argument, the two finally ignored each other and studied the fifth chapter of the spiritual strengthening chapter.
Even his own father didn't believe it. Ren Anran didn't expect that Zhang Xuezhou actually believed it, and even included some kind of test.
"You...do you recognize this person?"
Ren Anran thought for a few seconds before asking Zhang Xuezhou.
"Yes, this is an emperor who has lived for thousands of years," Zhang Xuezhou replied.
"..."
Zhang Xuezhou's response seemed like a joke, leaving Ren Anran not sure how to reply.
She was grateful for this trust, but at the same time she felt that Zhang Xuezhou was trying to comfort her blindly, treating her as a mentally ill patient.
