It's not that she has to see what other people look like, but because under such circumstances, the other person's appearance comes into her eyes without any hindrance.
This friend who had always been an extremely tragic symbol in her mind finally had a concrete image, from form to spirit.
There are flying sand and stones in the wasteland, and there is a hasty escape in the cave. Even if you don't have time to escape, no matter how bright and bright the colors are, they have to be suppressed.
After fading away from the haze of death and the constant fear of the unknown, Ningxia discovered that the people around her these days were indeed worthy of the doctor's words of "young master."
This Gu Huaisheng has elegant features and fair skin, but does not look feminine. Even with his eyes closed, he has a sense of elegance. Nowadays, he still has the childishness that has not dissipated from his youth. One can imagine how charming he will be when he fully matures.
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How do you say this? Why are you selling it so hard?
"It would have been good five years ago, but now it's no longer possible." The other party sighed, seeming to be very sorry.
"Now that his foundation has been destroyed and his Dantian has been damaged, even if he can replenish his spiritual roots, his future practice may be hindered. Furthermore, no matter how gentle the dispersing technique is, it will not have no impact on the body."
The martial arts masters in the mortal world dissipate internal force. Generally, when the internal force is forcibly dispersed, the meridians will also be affected. If the martial arts is close to the branch of cultivation, it may even damage the Dantian.
The same goes for a monk's San Gong, and it is even more dangerous, because a monk's San Gong also involves another thing, and that is realm. If you have to say it, you must break the "boundary" that has fixed your cultivation level.
This thing is vague and difficult to explain clearly. Generally speaking, it is difficult for low-level monks to figure out the composition and essence of "realm". But it is very simple to say. If you are a golden elixir monk, you only need to dissolve the golden elixir that symbolizes the golden elixir monk, and the condensed realm will naturally dissipate.
After that, the remaining spiritual energy is evacuated from the body, so that it is like a monk who introduced the energy into the body for the first time, and no trace of the characteristics of his previous cultivation can be seen.
However, even though this is said, it is not actually traceable. As long as anything has existed, there are almost traces of it, it's just whether you can find it or not.
Like Gu Huai, he condensed several times, and the fragments of the basic elements that had been smashed and scattered were completely left in his body, like a gangrene attached to the bone, which penetrated into the bone marrow and could not be eradicated. It will become an eternal nightmare in his cultivation life, because this body remembers the feeling of weakness every time the golden elixir breaks, and it may never be able to get out of it like a curse.
If the medical talent here can find the corresponding spiritual materials, it will be easier to repair the spiritual roots, but it is not that difficult to repair this body that is riddled with holes.
Ning Xia listened very carefully this time without any interruption, just trying to understand and analyze the other party's difficult words.
After he finished speaking, he took a long breath. Then he revealed several questions he had been holding in his mind one by one, hoping to get answers.
The medical practitioner didn't find her annoying at all. She asked several questions in a row and answered them patiently. Little did he know that the people across from her were also surprised by some of her very to-the-point questions, secretly thinking that was strange, this little kid was quite knowledgeable.
In fact, Ningxia doesn't know much about it. Even under the influence of the era of information explosion, she still knows more or less miscellaneous things and can understand some of the vivid expressions, so the questions raised are particularly tricky.
"Are you really planning to treat this young master? It will cost a lot of money, and he will also need to be cared for during the period. It would be better for me to find the young master's family for further treatment." The doctor asked earnestly.
This was already the second time he had secretly persuaded Ningxia to give up.
Others might have been angry, but Ningxia felt differently.
First of all, the medical practitioner was telling the truth, and she was indeed in no position to fully bear this heavy responsibility. Ningxia felt that she needed to think carefully about what to do next before making a decision, because this was something she couldn't regret if she did it.
And she believes that the opinions of the other parties should also be considered. After all, many things are one thing when others think of them, but another when they are actually done.
Secondly, Ningxia felt an unusual kindness from this unfamiliar medical practitioner, which was far beyond what a stranger should have.
Indeed, the other party was obviously just a medical practitioner whom she met for the first time, and she didn't even pay for it. Why did the other party help her like this, be so patient, and give fearless persuasion again and again. This kind of good old man's temperament is not consistent with this city that is rumored to be full of spooky secrets.
Seeing the confusion in Ning Xia's eyes, the medical cultivator didn't say anything and just waited quietly for the young monk to make a decision.
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"Anyway, sir, I'd rather trouble you to prescribe him a few doses of spiritual medicine to strengthen his body and try to cure his external diseases. If you need any spiritual materials, just tell me and I'll try my best to find them. I've already learned all about his situation. You know, I will talk to him personally after he wakes up. Mr. Trouble is here today."
The doctor sighed secretly. The little guy said this, but it seemed that he had already made up his mind. He was... as sincere as ever.
"That's fine... Then I'll prescribe some elixir first to reduce his high fever, and then let the spiritual energy in his body slow down. We'll talk about the rest later. If you want to find me again, please send a message to Brother Dao, he usually knows Where am I?" Seeing that she had made up her mind, he stopped trying to persuade her this time and immediately prepared some medicine, gave Gu Huai a set of acupuncture and left.
Ning Xia and Gu Huai were once again the only two people left in the room.
After experiencing the trial field and the Yin Blood Vine, Ningxia finally found some peace for the time being. It seemed like many days had passed since the last time she sat quietly in one place.
Ah, it's so quiet and comfortable, Ningxia is not used to it. But I have to say that it is really comfortable. You don’t have to think or do anything. The biggest movements required are breathing and moving your eyelids.
She sat quietly for a while, dazed, and then turned her eyes to Gu Huai on the couch.
We met in the wilderness. We all had been wandering for a long time. One was a little unlucky man who was being chased by the Yin Blood Vine, and the other was a wanderer who had been on the run all the way. It was hard to say who was more embarrassed.
In the wind and sand of the wasteland, everyone was looking gray and dusty, so it was pretty good to be able to recognize each other. Coupled with the harsh living environment and the various life-and-death situations that followed, Ningxia had never had a good look at Gu Huai's true face.
Ning Xia met him several times, but he always wore a fake face, so he only remembered his extremely beautiful eyes and his unforgettable eyes.
Now in this clean and bright inn, Ningxia finally had the time to take a closer look at the face of this destined friend.
