"You must not use your spiritual power anymore." This was Shui Miaomiao's first words after waking up. She sat up from the bed in shock, grinning.
Why does it feel like my whole body has been run over by a soil compactor? It's so sore and numb that I can't describe it. Isn't it just to soothe the troubled spiritual energy?
The main reason is that the use of the spirit control technique is limited, and Wen Renxian completely surpasses Shui Miaomiao in terms of cultivation momentum. Even ordinary people can't climb up. Shui Miaomiao not only calmed down but also maintained the precarious cultivation. .
It is always true to say that water can accommodate all things, but who can heal the injured water? If you can't catch it, it will just keep passing away.
Adhering to the concept of having enough food and clothing by herself, Shui Miaomiao piled up pillows and quilts to make a soft pillow. She leaned on it relaxedly, gently rubbed her right earlobe and repeated again, "There is no human habitation here and it is very safe. Master, can you listen?" Tell me back, stop using your spiritual power."
This was what Xipo repeatedly emphasized at that time, and it was the only condition they knew clearly. If Wenrenxian had not used his spiritual power to take Shui Miaomiao away that day, there would not have been these sequelae.
Now Shui Miaomiao can only take a chance and think that maybe Wenrenxian will heal himself without using spiritual power for ten and a half months.
Wen Renxian sat at the table and watched quietly as Shui Miaomiao ignored her words. The room was not big, and the table and bed were not far apart, but it felt like there was a river of stars between them.
It was completely dark outside the window, and there were candles burning in the room, but they were not as bright as Shui Miaomiao's eyes when looking at Wen Renxian. The advantage of big eyes is that the emotions in them can be seen at a glance, but the disadvantage is that no one who looks at them can do it. Deceiving herself and others, Shui Miaomiao was worried about Wen Renxian, but she was just worried.
Putting his hand on his chest, Wen Renxian always felt that for a moment they were connected, but nothing remained.
Whether it was because God did not fulfill one's wish, or because someone was obstructing it, or because there was no chance at all, Wen Renxian put down his hand. It was not the time to think about these things now.
If it cannot be restored, everything is an illusion.
But what to do? When the problem with this cup of tea was not only the loss of spiritual power but also the shaky cultivation level, Wen Renxian had no way out. He was trapped to death. Only Shui Miaomiao still believed that there would be a way. .
The silence in the room lasted for a long time. Shui Miaomiao leaned forward and asked tentatively, "How about we hire a doctor."
Wen Renxian stood up abruptly and said, "I made some porridge."
What did you endure?
Porridge!
Shui Miaomiao opened her eyes wide as Wen Renxian cooked the porridge, but she still remembered her reaction when she drank the porridge cooked by Wen Renxian for the first time without any precautions.
She had never thought that she could drink porridge with such various flavors of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. Shui Miaomiao didn't want to remember it anymore and hugged herself tightly. Could she refuse?
Wen Renxian had already walked outside the house to pick up the rice porridge that was warm on the stove.
Shui Miaomiao retracted herself into the quilt and tried to wrap herself up. Wen Renxian sat on the edge of the couch, but the edge was only touched a little. Shui Miaomiao wondered if it was hanging in the air and wanted to take a look. Wen Renxian Xian has already delivered the porridge to him.
"I'll do it myself." Shui Miaomiao's outstretched hand was avoided by Wen Renxian.
"It's hot." Wen Renxian's words were concise and concise, and Shui Miaomiao really didn't want to lift her sore arm.
The rice grains in the bowl are cooked until they bloom. It’s not accurate to call it porridge, but it looks good as porridge, and it’s steaming.
Wen Renxian scooped up half a spoonful of porridge, blew it until it was warm, and handed it to Shui Miaomiao's mouth.
It can now be seen that Wen Renxian's arms are longer. He is sitting so far away from the edge of the bed, but he does not need to lean forward to sit upright. He is just feeding porridge with a very solemn posture.
Open your mouth and bite the spoon carefully. The fragrance of rice grains is warm and unexpectedly good.
Before he could swallow it, Shui Miaomiao raised his thumbs up and praised it impatiently.
Wen Renxian's smile was hidden in the rising heat of the porridge. Both Shui Miaomiao and Xianyan Xianzun thought that Wen Renxian would only enter the kitchen once.
So Wen Renxian wouldn't tell anyone that he had learned it on purpose, but obviously he had no talent for cooking, and rice porridge was the only thing he could cook.
Shui Miaomiao is really easy to be satisfied, but a bowl of plain porridge can show her happy expression. Suddenly, her arms became a few inches shorter, and Wen Renxian moved forward half a centimeter.
There was only half a bowl of porridge in the bowl, but soon it was all gone.
"It's not good to use too much at night." Wen Renxian wanted to wipe Shui Miaomiao's mouth instead. He stood up, walked back to the table, put down the bowl, and did not return.
Shui Miaomiao wiped her face with her sleeves and looked at Wen Renxian's back.
What kind of misunderstanding caused Shui Miaomiao to feel abandoned? It was not that she was abandoned, but that she abandoned Wen Renxian in a heartless manner. This was wrong, wasn't she always there?
"Master." Shui Miaomiao still wanted to talk about the doctor. Even if he didn't ask for a doctor, why couldn't Xianyan Xianzun or Hui Guxianzong do it?
"It's very late. You can rest here while I go out first." Wen Renxian obviously didn't want to talk about this topic.
Looking at Wen Renxian's back, Shui Miaomiao pursed her lips, "Forget it, she hasn't finished writing the letter yet and hasn't sent it out yet, so she can take her time to persuade her."
But why, Shui Miaomiao tried to explain Wen Renxian's motives, but before she could figure it out, she was almost exhausted when there was a rustling sound outside the house.
Shui Miaomiao raised her head buried in her elbows, hesitated for a moment and got out of bed, and came to the window that Wen Renxian had opened this morning.
Gently pushing away, Wen Renxian was dancing with a sword in the courtyard. Shui Miaomiao was about to scold him when she realized that Wen Renxian was just dancing with a sword without any spiritual power.
Shui Miaomiao couldn't take his eyes away. The sword dance looked like art.
So even if he doesn't use his spiritual power, Wenrenxian is still the first thing everyone in the crowd looks at. What is he afraid of?
Watching Wen Renxian dance, Peng Bai's emotions surged out of his chest, and Shui Miaomiao's heart beat a few minutes faster. She had always abided by her curiosity, but now, in Wen Renxian's turbulent and lonely sword dance , I had the idea of finding out, wanting to know Wen Renxian, and wanting to know more about him.
Why on earth could there be a person like Wen Renxian? There are no words that can completely describe him. He is not as good as a real person, but he is not as proud as a god. He has countless pride, but he is so cautious. , I don’t dare to let anyone know when I’m sick...
Shui Miaomiao became curious about Wen Renxian.
Shui Miaomiao had always treated Wen Renxian in the name of master and disciple, and had no extra thoughts. At this moment, suddenly more curiosity came to the front and occupied everything.
Once such an idea is born, it will never go away.
Shui Miaomiao gently closed the window and turned around, then leaned against the window again, patting her face. Wen Renxian Feng Shen, who was concentrating on sword dancing, was so handsome that she was drawn into her reverie. The burning sensation in her ears gradually reminded her that she should calm down. If you can't calm down yourself, it will be happy to help.
Twisting the earrings on her earlobes, Shui Miaomiao soon became sleepy. She returned to the couch and fell asleep on the pillow. It had been an exhausting day.
