Shen Zui sat at the table for about half an hour. After gathering up his strength, he started to try again for the second time.
This time, he still had his legs crossed, but his hands were in the fearless seal, and he also took some brewed "Tongqiao". A two-pronged approach, it would probably help with the pain relief.
But I don't know that the dissipation of energy just before was not successful, which led to the worsening of the situation. It was still because of the severe pain he had experienced that Shen Zui's subconscious resisted the dispersion of Qi.
This time it took him two full cups of tea before he could barely open his inner vision and be able to observe the direction of the spiritual energy in his body.
At this moment, the spiritual energy in his body was like a dragon crossing the river and the sea, wandering back and forth in the meridians and energy palaces all over his body. It was so fast that it could go back and forth throughout his body in almost a few breaths.
Whenever the dragon inside the body formed by the gathering of spiritual energy was blocked by the acupoints and hit the body, it was like a tidal wave suddenly hitting the river bank. This made Shenzui unable to help but start to ooze blood from his lips.
The hornbill didn't dare to make a sound at all, because it had been practicing with Shen Zui for a long time, so it had naturally seen many dangerous scenes.
Judging from the owner's previous attitude towards this dissipation of energy, to his current performance. It is not an exaggeration to say that this time is the most life-and-death experience in the journey of indulging in cultivation.
After several hours of training with the spiritual dragon in his body, Shen Zui was defeated.
At this time, his whole body was not only in pain, but also soaked with sweat. Even the coarse linen clothes he wore showed traces of blood everywhere.
In addition to the huge trauma he suffered inside his body, his muscles and bones were also under unimaginable pressure.
Shen Zui breathed out slowly, and he stretched out his hand to hold the bedside railing, trying to get up to get some water.
But after trying it several times in succession, I fell back on the bed every time. The pain all over his body made him want to scream, but every time it came to his mouth, he held it back.
He couldn't make a sound, and Wan'er was just outside through a wooden door. If she heard that she was in such pain, she would definitely not be able to bear it.
By then everything will be in vain. And Shenzui's desire to spend a lifetime with Wan'er will come to an abrupt end.
So as long as he can still retain half of his clarity, he will not make the slightest sound.
But now that he was in such a state, he couldn't even get a cup of tea. Shen Zui pounded the bed with his fists, annoyed at his own uselessness.
At this time, the hornbill flew over and landed on Shen Zui's shoulder, and then chirped lowly towards the door, presumably signaling Wan'er to come in.
In fact, it doesn't matter if Wan'er comes in at this time, after all, Shenzui is not breathing out at this time, and he is in the same room, so there is no cold air from outside invading.
It's just that Shen Zui doesn't want his sweetheart to see him in such a miserable state, so he has been having trouble making up his mind.
However, the hornbill kept chirping in a low voice, which made him nod and shout softly: "Wan'er."
In fact, ever since the hornbill made a noise in the room, Wan'er, who was guarding the door and did not dare to leave even half a step away, heard it.
But she didn't dare to enter the house without Chen Zui's words. She understood what Sanqi meant to Shenzui, it was his life.
"Shenzui, you are calling me, do you want me to come in?"
Wan'er leaned on the wooden door and said anxiously inside.
"Yes, come in."
"good."
When Mu Wan'er opened the door and saw Shen Zui for the first time, her tears rolled down her cheeks like a rainstorm.
While she was closing the door, she turned her head and wiped it clean with her sleeves. But in the blink of an eye, a smile appeared on her lips.
"Shen Zui, how do you feel? Did you succeed?"
The man sitting on the bed looked at the girl whose eyes were red and still trying to restrain herself.
His eyes suddenly became much gentler. He, who was still trying his best to fight the pain, could no longer think of anything else except the guilt in his heart.
Drunk, covered in blood, stretched out his slender fingers with distinct joints.
Wan'er hurriedly came forward in small steps. If she had been in the past, she would have pounced on him and got into the arms of the man in front of her.
But at this time, she didn't even dare to walk too fast, for fear of causing the wind to cause an accident to him.
"Intoxicated..." Wan'er held one of the man's hands with both hands and placed it in front of her, with a caring look in her eyes.
"Why are you crying? I'm fine." The man on the couch stretched out his other hand and gently tied up Wan'er's messy hair on her temples.
"You're like this and you still say it's okay?"
Shen Zui smiled and said to the person in front of him: "Pour me a cup of tea, and then I want to drink chicken soup."
Wan'er immediately stood up, came to the table, poured some tea, and tested the temperature before handing it to Shen Zui.
Then she opened the door gently and said, "I'm going to heat up some soup for you. It'll be ready soon."
Shen Zui, who could only sit on the bed, looked at Wan'er's figure going out, the sadness in his eyes that could not be concealed, as if the tide was about to drown him.
He pushed himself up and came to the table, but then he couldn't hold it up anymore. He folded his arms on the table, rested his head on his arms, and fell asleep.
I don't know how long it took, but Shenzui woke up and found that Wan'er had been sitting next to him, looking at him.
Shen Zui straightened his waist and realized that a lot of charcoal had been added to the charcoal stove in the room, and he was covered with heavy clothes.
"Did I sleep for a long time?"
Wan'er shook her head, "It won't take long. The chicken soup will be ready. Drink it quickly. It's really delicious."
She untied a cotton bag placed on the table, which she had made specially to keep chicken soup or other food in clay pots warm.
Whenever you want to eat like this, everything will be hot.
She skillfully tilted the clay pot a little, poured out the fragrant light yellow ginseng chicken soup, and handed it to Shen Zui with both hands.
Looking at the bowl of soup in his hand, Shen Zui didn't know how to eat it. In the past, he would not have been worried at all when faced with such dangers on the road.
He always believed in his own strength, and no matter how difficult or difficult it was, he could get through it.
But now, he has worries in his heart, and he can no longer fight for it without any distractions.
He was afraid that if there was any mistake, he would never have the chance to stay with the woman in front of him for a long time in this life or in all his lifetimes.
Wan'er looked at Shenzui who was holding the bowl but not drinking, and asked, "What's wrong? Did you suddenly not want to drink?"
"Oh, no, I want to drink with you."
The intoxicated eyes shifted from the bowl to the face of the person opposite.
Wan'er shook her head, "How is this possible? Grandma Chen made it specially for you. When you fully recover, you won't be able to stop me from drinking as much as I want."
The person in front of me is smiling like a flower and has bright eyes.
Shenzui held the chicken soup in both hands, looked at the ginseng slices floating on it, and then drank it in big gulps.
The slightly hot chicken soup flowed down his mouth, through his throat, and into his stomach.
This warmth is not only the love of Wan'er, but also the kindness of Granny Chen.
How many opportunities does it take in life to meet two people like this. One is willing to take out the most precious objects in the house to make soup for himself, and the other is willing to live and die with him.
Shen Zui felt that all the great opportunities he had received in the sect and in the immortal world were not as profound and lasting as what he had experienced in Huang Ting Kingdom and the Little Candlelight Village.