Fang Zhe felt as if he heard the laughter of a stranger in his ears, not the sharp and gloomy laughter of the past.
It’s the sound of sparrows chirping in the warm winter moon, it’s April when I was young looking up at the sky full of begonias, it’s the bowl of almond cream that my sister hid and put in the palm of her hand.
My sea of consciousness no longer seemed empty. It was filled with gentle wind. When the wind blew through my fragmented sea of consciousness, I seemed to be a flesh and blood person again.
His limbs regained strength, and blood rushed to the meridians that were on the verge of drying up. In the red sea, he was like a ship at the mercy of the rough waves. Every time a warm breath brushed his ears, it would blow him to the top of the sea of suffering. superior.
Jiang Su leaned against the wall and sat on the ground, wrapping his arms around the man's neck.
The mountain of swords and sea of fire in her sea of consciousness gradually faded away, and the rough waves of the sea of suffering submerged her consciousness again. She... was willing to perish for this.
The boat, which is so sleepy and unwilling to go ashore, and the wind blowing on the shore, will be trapped in the sea of misery forever.
Two hours passed and it was still dark.
Jiang Su didn't open her eyes. She felt that her legs were numb, and she subconsciously thought that she had stayed up all night refining elixirs and fell asleep.
"It's so numb, Xiaoliu, get up." Jiang Su frowned without any trace and said angrily.
After a while, the numbness in my legs continued, and then I slowly opened my eyes, filled with misty confusion.
She saw another face.
At this time, the two of them were forehead to forehead, nose to nose. Jiang Su didn't move, rolled his eyes and blinked. The pair of dark and dull eyes on the opposite side didn't move, just stared at her.
Jiang Su seemed to suddenly remember something, and quickly leaned her head back to move her limbs and push the person in front of her away. There is no push. The man in front of me was the one who snatched him to the thatched hut yesterday.
"You..." Jiang Sugang was about to speak,
Fang Zhe seemed to feel something. He straightened his back, which had been bent all night, and then retracted the arms that had imprisoned the person in front of him all night.
Jiang Su ignored him and just rubbed his numb legs, then pinched his arms and neck. After rubbing it for half an hour, Jiang Su stopped.
She calmly stared at the man who was still kneeling in front of her. His clothes were slightly open, and his neck and chest were covered with scabs. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were dull, and his whole body smelled of blood.
Jiang Su is not stupid. In this world, she has read all the books she should read and all the books she shouldn't. She realized that she and this person had been practicing together in the sea of consciousness last night, which was a divine intercourse.
There are two types of Fangzhongshu practiced by monks and Taoist couples in the world of cultivation. One is to make each other's spiritual consciousness blend with each other in the sea of consciousness, which is called divine intercourse, and the other is to have intercourse in the physical body.
Jiang Su took a deep breath.
When I thought about it, I originally wanted to use the forbidden technique to treat his head ailment, but he was given a magical treatment... Although except when he first entered the other party's sea of consciousness, he was bombarded by the remaining fragments and almost wanted to commit suicide. But the subsequent process itself was not too painful.
Even a little pleasant...
When reading books about dual cultivation of healing, Jiang Su had been curious about the mechanism of this characteristic of the cultivation world, but he had no real intention to try it.
This feeling of pleasure is different from the pain that I have recently fallen into. It is like an addiction, like a dying fish returning to the ocean, free and at ease.
"But...I actually slept with a dying person?" Jiang Su stood up with his hands on the ground. Standing staggeringly at the door, he looked into the room and asked, "Who are you?"
The man stood in front of her, and she could see that he was more energetic now than he had been a few years ago.
The man said: "Fang Zhe"
Jiang Su's hands shook, and she staggered and almost lost her balance.
He said his name was Fang Zhe... Crazy knife Fang Zhe! ? Is he the ruthless man who killed his father, his mother, his master, and then slaughtered his entire family? ? ?
"I actually made friends with a crazy sword-killing god?!" Jiang Su tried his best to control his trembling hands.
"I have a female supporting role as a tool and another unfortunate cannon fodder as a double cultivator?! They are both short-lived ghosts... How can I put it, this development is... quite... interesting."
I am a medical tool, but now I have gotten into trouble with a perverted passerby before I can reunite with the protagonist. Or a mentally ill patient.
The only difference between the two of them is that he has a physiological disease, while he has a psychological disease plus various indescribable abnormalities.
They're all just half crazy.
Out of the professionalism of a doctor, Jiang Su raised his head and looked into Fang Zhe's eyes, raised the corners of his lips and asked, "How do you feel physically?"
Fang Zhe said in a hoarse voice: "I seem to have gone to the fairy world, and some divine power of creation rescued me from the sea of suffering, but they wanted to keep me here."
? ? ?
Hearing this, Jiang Su twitched the corner of his mouth and said rather speechlessly: "You didn't go to the immortal world, you went to Wushan. You don't have the magical power of creation, only my forbidden art of cloud and rain."
Fang Zhe asked: "Wushan? Yunyu Forbidden Technique? What is that?"
Jiang Supo said nonchalantly: "Last night, I wanted to use the forbidden technique to use essence and blood as a guide to pour spiritual energy into your sea of consciousness, thereby repairing the damage to your sea of consciousness. But it turned out that my cultivation was not enough, and it was repaired by your double cultivation in the sea of consciousness. "
"It's called divine friendship, you know this," Jiang Su added.
Fang Zhe frowned deeply when he heard this, lowered his head and thought deeply.
Seeing this, Jiang Su no longer asked him, and said slowly: "My spiritual power is completely exhausted now, and I won't be able to recover for a while. You can't evade this medical fee. Pay it honestly, and you won't take any money from anyone who evades you." The money you spent on avoiding medical treatment will not be buried even if you die."
After listening to Jiang Su's words, Fang Zhe frowned even more fiercely. He couldn't remember what dual cultivation and divine friendship were, it seemed to be a kind of skill.
It should be that the little medical cultivator in front of me used a rather troublesome method to cure his illness. Others treat you, and you need to pay others.
Fang Zhe replied: "I have no money..."
Jiang Su couldn't hold it back any longer, and the anger in his heart suddenly burst out, and he sneered: "You came to me without bringing the medical fee? You don't need spiritual stones for medical consultation? What else can I ask for if you don't want spiritual stones?" , do you want me to pledge myself to you?"
The last time I used essence and blood was to treat my senior sister, why should this person be treated the same as my senior sister?
If it weren't for the fact that this man was pretty good-looking and that he was a close sibling, Jiang Su would have poisoned him long ago. How dare he take advantage of him?
After all, she is also the daughter of the current medical fairy. Someone picked it up while treating a disease. If I tell anyone about it, I won't be laughed to death by the people of the Hehuan Sect in the Western Regions.
Wait, why didn’t the incense last night work?
Jiang Su frowned and thought whether it was because he hadn't used the poison for a long time and it had lost its effectiveness, or whether the quality of the spiritual herbs used in the alchemy at that time was of low quality.
Fang Zhe replied in a low and hoarse voice: "Okay."
Jiang Sudao: "Okay, then I'll give you a small change. I'll only charge you 10,000... Wait, what do you say?" His ears were not working well just now.
Fang Zhe nodded and said, "I want it."
Jiang Su then asked: "What do you want?"
"you".
There was silence in the air for a moment. Only the sound of the two breathing was left.
Jiang Su? ? ? Is this person playing hooligan? I asked him to pay the medical bills, but he is here to make trouble?
"Oh, it's really... unlucky."
Jiang Su burned the Thousand Miles Talisman without saying anything, which was the best option.
She could finally see that if this person's consciousness was shattered, his brain would be shattered as well. She and the fool had nothing to argue with. Even if you want to take revenge on the world of cultivation, being on the same path as this kind of person is an added burden.
Fang Zhe stood there, wondering what was happening now. It seems that something in the sea of consciousness has collapsed, and something is rising again.
"it hurts"
He held his head tightly with both hands, and before he had time to recognize it, he leaned against the corner where Jiang Su had been sitting, breathing heavily.
"Is it bad luck...?"
