He Ping quietly looked back at Shang Jiuge on the bed.
At the same time, Shang Jiuge had already rolled out of bed.
However, he never expected that Shang Jiuge only took one step forward and then fell straight to the ground.
He Ping remained motionless, watching Shang Jiuge kissing the floor intimately.
Then he smiled and said, "How was it? How do you feel?"
"I feel very bad." Shang Jiuge fell to the ground, and then couldn't even get up for a while. She simply rolled on the ground and turned her face upward: "What did you do to me? "
Even when Shang Jiuge asked this question, he didn't look too panicked.
It was obvious that she couldn't walk steadily and couldn't even turn over.
But when he said this, his tone was still very calm.
And she believed He Ping would answer her.
So He Ping also answered her: "I am treating your illness."
"You told me earlier. If this was the case, then I wouldn't treat it." Shang Jiuge looked at the ceiling and said seriously. Then she thought about it: "What are you baking? It's so fragrant. Can you feed me a piece?"
So He Ping actually took another pair of chopsticks and picked up a piece of roast pork belly before putting it in Shang Jiuge's mouth.
Shang Jiuge opened his mouth to catch it, chewed it twice and then swallowed it: "Yeah, it's delicious."
"delicious."
"It tastes much better than what I made."
Shang Jiuge used these three sentences to accurately locate He Ping's craftsmanship.
He Ping smiled: "Thank you for the compliment."
Shang Jiuge was lying on the ground. The girl's expression was really calm. It was the kind of expression that made me either fall to the ground and not be able to get up, but I just want to look at the scenery on the ground: "What's wrong with me?"
Shang Jiuge continued to ask.
Saying this, Shang Jiuge looked at Ningxia next to him.
Different from Shang Jiuge, Shang Jiuge was lying on his back, while Ningxia was lying on the chair with her head down. When she saw Shang Jiuge looking at her, Ningxia could still turn her head and smile back at Shang Jiuge.
In short, both of them were very pitiful, and they looked like they couldn't move very much.
"What happened to her?"
"It's all a long story." He Ping said quietly, "But in short."
"I should be responsible for you, and Fang Bie is responsible for Ningxia."
"It sounds a little weird to say this." Shang Jiuge said, "But I have a lot of time now, you can tell me."
"What the hell happened to me?"
"Do you know anything about your body?" He Ping looked at Shang Jiuge and said.
"Body?" Shang Jiuge repeated this sentence, then shook his head: "I don't know."
"You have always claimed that your illness was carried in your womb, but do you know what is going on with your illness?" He Ping continued.
"Isn't it true that all the meridians are cut off by nature, making cultivation extremely difficult and having to bear a huge price?" Shang Jiuge asked rhetorically.
"You only know one, but not the other." He Ping looked at Shang Jiuge and said with a smile.
She picked up a piece of freshly roasted venison with her chopsticks and put it into her mouth. Then she took out a small porcelain cup as white as jade and poured three cups of wine as clear as water on the table. She drank a full cup first, and then handed the second cup to her. To Shang Jiuge: "Want to drink?"
He Ping asked quietly.
Shang Jiuge shook his head: "I don't know how to drink. I have never drank before."
"Do you want to drink?" He Ping continued to ask.
Shang Jiuge thought for a while: "I can learn."
So He Ping sent the glass of wine to Shang Jiuge, and Shang Jiuge held the glass, but at this time the girl's movements were like a puppet on strings, unusually stiff and uncoordinated.
She worked hard to control every muscle of her body. This was the easiest thing for the original Shang Jiuge, because few people in this world could control her body better than her, but now, she is like Just like a toddler.
After waking up this time, Shang Jiuge felt that he had entered a completely new situation.
The horror of unknown territory is difficult to understand unless you experience it yourself.
In the end, the girl slowly moved the wine cup to her mouth little by little, opened it, and poured it in.
The entrance is not as spicy as expected, but has a slightly numbing mellow aroma, which slowly burns after entering the throat.
Shang Jiuge swallowed the glass of wine and nodded: "It feels pretty good."
"What about you?" He Ping watched Shang Jiuge finish the glass of wine with difficulty, and then looked at Ningxia.
Ning Xia nodded and took the glass of wine from He Ping. She was fine, but she said her back was severely inconvenient to move.
Seeing that both of them had drank, He Ping nodded with satisfaction.
"This kind of disease that cuts off all the pulses is so rare in the world that it still doesn't have a unified name."
"After all, it is the doctor who names the disease, not the patient. You and I are both patients. We cannot call it Shang Jiuge's disease or He Ping's disease."
"This disease is a sign of early death. The patient will be very fragile when he is left, and it is very easy to die young. Even if he grows up, he will always be weak and sick. It is not a good disease in itself." He Ping said quietly.
Shang Jiuge listened quietly.
The so-called sympathy for someone with the same disease probably means that if you really have the same disease, you will have empathy for everything the other person says.
"So being able to grow up is really rare and painful." He Ping continued.
"But there is only one good thing about this disease."
"That is, if all the veins are cut off, it will be easier to get close to the world and feel the world."
"This kind of closeness and feeling is first reflected in the body and imitation."
"If you can survive this disease, then starting from the age of three or four, the patient will be extremely sensitive to everything in the world. In his senses, the world will become slower and slower, and more and more beautiful. .”
"You can clearly see the changes in the spring flowers and the autumn moon, and the withering trajectory of each fallen leaf, of course, in a big way. You can clearly see every sword move made by those who practice swords, and you can also distinguish each of their moves. The movement of a muscle can then infer the flaws and limitations of this sword move."
“If you can see others clearly, then of course you can also see yourself clearly.”
"You are also aware of every move you make and know how to better control your body."
“Knowing how to make the most beautiful movements with the least amount of effort.”
"In other words, what about people suffering from this strange disease."
"As long as you get through the first, most difficult years of survival."
"Then next, in his martial arts practice, while others were still crawling on the ground, he was already walking as fast as flying, entering the halls, and even becoming one of the people."
Saying this, He Ping looked at Shang Jiuge: "Of course, you are luckier than me. You were born on Mount Hua, and Shang Li raised you. You have been able to see the most powerful sword in the world since you were a child."
"So, you are stronger than I was when I was seventeen."
