The lights in the ward were quiet, and no one responded to Ji Pingan's words.
In order to give Gou Hanyi a quiet enough environment to rest, only one person was left on duty in the house, so that he did not have to worry about being discovered.
After many years, when I saw each other again, there was only a thin old man on the bed.
His once tall body gradually shrank with age, becoming smaller, shorter, and lighter.
The old man's complexion was pale and dull. He lay flat on the soft brocade couch, with the quilt covering his chest and his arms quietly outside.
His hair is dry and gray, his nose bones are raised on his face, his lips are protruding, and his two animal ears are quite large, with a tuft of gray hair at the tip.
Very ugly. But there was a sense of tranquility in his deep sleep.
"I didn't expect that after hundreds of years, it would be you lying on the bed." Ji Pingan whispered, placing his fingers on Gou Hanyi's pulse, closing his eyes for a moment to feel it.
He gave up the idea of taking out the healing elixir from the brocade bag.
The other party's body has decayed and cannot withstand too much external force.
Ji Ping'an thought for a while, and suddenly took a deep breath, and mysterious Taoist rhymes spread out around him.
At this moment, he entered the state of enlightenment with Qi cultivation, and his eyes turned into brilliant stars.
In his eyes, Gou Hanyi turned translucent: tendons, bones, blood, beating organs... everything was exposed.
Next to the heart, a group of blood vessels converged on a demon pill the size of a grain of rice. It was once as big as a fist.
After hundreds of years of consumption, only the last bit was left, but it made Ji Ping'an's heart settle down.
I saw him sketching a star map in the air with his hands, infusing it with spiritual essence, and implanting it into Gou Hanyi's body.
The rice demon pill immediately emitted a dazzling light, slowly melting into majestic vitality, spreading to the limbs and bones riddled with holes.
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early morning.
When the first ray of sunlight from the east penetrates the clouds, it shines on the stone sundial.
The five warlords in the meeting hall ended their meditation at the same time and opened their eyes.
They looked at each other in silence.
No one came to report all night long, which was barely a good thing, indicating that Gou Hanyi's injury had not worsened and was stable.
But it's not too good. I think this also means that the senior brother has not woken up and his life is in danger.
"Let me go take a look." Xu Xiurong stood up.
Li Guofeng's handsome face was as firm as a rock: "Let's go together."
Whatever the outcome is, it’s time to face it.
A group of five people got up and walked towards the ward on foot without using their escape technique.
The ward is also Gou Hanyi's residence, located in the "main hospital" under the jurisdiction of Qintian Prison.
The pale morning light shone on the different official robes of the five people, and the white servants and supervisors who got up early along the way looked sideways.
I thought to myself: How many years have it been since I saw five warlords walking together?
When the five people arrived outside the courtyard, nervous expressions appeared on their faces, worried about the worsening of their condition.
"go in."
Li Guofeng said solemnly, raised his hand and pushed open the courtyard door, and the white official robe embroidered with gold thread floated in first.
The courtyard is very quiet, divided into several vegetable plots, and there are bamboo baskets and small hoes placed in the corners. This is Gou Hanyi's only hobby.
He couldn't stand the students wasting food in the dining hall, so he rarely went there. Every spring he would sow seeds and take good care of them. For this purpose, he even dug a cellar to store vegetables.
In order to save the formation spirit stones, he refused to use frost magic to maintain it. As a result, every spring, the uneaten vegetables would go bad, making the old man beat his chest and feel uncomfortable for a while.
Later, the five prison guards secretly replaced the spoiled dishes with new ones while the old man was away...a very childish behavior.
Sometimes, poor communication can lead to an increase in the number of vegetables instead of a decrease... and create an own mistake.
Not entirely because of the identity of the other party, but also because... when the five of them were young, they were all protected by Gou Hanyi when they went out for training.
The old man looked after the young star officials from generation to generation as they grew up, just like caring for the vegetables in the field, but they forgot to protect themselves.
Walking to the door with heavy steps, Li Guofeng raised his hand and pushed open the door. Sunlight poured in from under his feet, illuminating the furnishings in the room.
Then several people were stunned and saw Dian Gu sleeping soundly on the round table.
Li Guofeng's forehead had veins bulging, and he felt a little thump in his heart. He thought the reason why no one informed him was that the guard was asleep?
However, before the anger of several people broke out, Xu Xiurong's exclamation was heard: "Senior brother..."
The five people suddenly looked at the hospital bed and saw that Gou Hanyi had woken up at some point and was sitting on the bed with a pair of gray-blue eyes flowing with turbid tears.
"Senior brother, you're awake!" Fang Liuhuo said in surprise.
A group of people gathered around. Li Guofeng took the old man's hand and said doubtfully: "Brother, what are you..."
Gou Hanyi rolled his eyes, and then he saw a few people clearly, his lips moved, and he said softly:
"I dreamed of my old master."
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Qinglian Xiaozhu.
"Sir! What a happy event!" Huang He suddenly opened the courtyard door, ran in with a book box on his back, and announced the good news excitedly.
Under the old peach tree, Ji Pingan lay casually on a wicker chair, covered with a thin blanket and a book covering his face. Hearing this, he took off the book, revealing a slightly frail face.
"What's the fuss about?"
Huang He said: "Uncle Gou woke up. The warden checked and said that he survived. Although he still needs to rest, he has passed the dangerous period."
"That's a good thing." Ji Ping'an yawned and said with sleepy eyes, "Is there anything else?"
Huang He choked and couldn't stop giving him a calm tone. He thought about it and said, "Yes, it's about the special training class."
"Oh?" Ji Ping'an sat up and changed his listening posture.
Huang He said:
"The pursuit of Black Wind Evil is still progressing, but the results may not be achieved in a short time, and that is what the supervisors are worried about.
"Now that Master Gou is awake, the next step is to form a special training class. Each branch must recommend at least two people to join. The supervisor wants you and Senior Sister Mu to sign up."
After the poaching operation, Muyuan's vitality was severely damaged, and now the cards it can play are limited.
Mu Yaoyao is considered the best among the remaining disciples. As for Ji Ping'an... According to Xu Xiurong, the top disciple of Mu Yuan has no shirk.
Okay...that's the reason. Ji Ping'an is aiming for the Grand Prize in the Divine Capital, so he must enter this special training class.
This was also agreed upon with Xu Xiurong, but in the eyes of others, forcing him in with his cultivation was somewhat suspicious of making up the numbers.
"Oh, sure." Ji Ping'an smiled and said, "Anyway, those who go in do not have to participate in the Grand Prize of the City of Gods, they just have to see the world."
Huang He smiled bitterly and said, "But other people may not think so. I'm afraid they may think you are holding them back..."
He could even imagine what the prison guards would say when news spread that Ji Ping'an had entered the special training class.
Although Ji Ping'an is indeed amazingly talented and has huge potential, that is still a matter of the future... At least for now, with his cultivation level of just one month into the Qi-nurturing realm, there should be no chance of entering the special training class.
"Our fellow brothers in Muyuan won't care, or even take it for granted, but people in other branches may not be convinced and may feel it's unfair." Huang He reminded carefully.
Fairness, in any organization, is something that can easily cause controversy.
As a pre-selected team for the "Shendu Grand Prize", the special training class will enjoy more resources.
Although Ji Ping'an does not participate, the quota may not be allocated to other houses, let alone fall on one person.
But...what if?
Huang He, who had served as the "Doctor of Lu Ke", knew very well what those people were thinking. The other geniuses' cultivation and achievements were obvious to all, and could silence everyone.
But how would Ji Ping'an, a man with obvious unqualified cultivation, be treated if he forced his way in?
Ji Ping'an smiled and said nonchalantly: "Some people want to say something weird, let them do it. By the way, I just have something to ask you. How much do you know about Luo Huaizhu?"
