Gu Chentong's eyes were leisurely sweeping over these nephews lying in rows, without much worry.
Until he saw Jiang Suzheng lying on Dong Yiyi's lap with his head raised and unconscious.
His expression instantly became solemn, and he crouched down and anxiously put his hands under Jiang Su's nose to feel his breathing.
The warm breath hit his fingers.
"Huh, okay, still alive." He patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's wrong with Su Su? Why did she faint?" Gu Chingtong put the back of his hand on Jiang Su's forehead again, his face full of inquiry.
Dong Yiyi was not surprised, he frowned, and replied with some self-blame: "The little junior sister fainted because she was trying to diagnose other people's illnesses. Her spiritual power was exhausted, her consciousness was exhausted, and her physical strength was weak. …”
When Gu Chentong heard this, he immediately followed up and pulled up a pile of glass bottles on the ground.
"What about the Spirit-Storing Pill? There's always a Spirit-Storing Pill, right?! Aren't you ready with this medicine? How can she, a medical practitioner, not have a Spirit-Storing Pill?!"
The green-clothed monk didn't know what he was sulking about, and the glass bottle on the ground jingled as he carelessly touched it.
"It was clearly promised...I was promised to be the first person to visit me after I come out of isolation...and now it's like this..."
Gu Chen did not hide the frustration on his face, and showed it in front of this group of old monsters.
He would always turn into a child due to errors when he was promoted to god. His personality has gradually become closer to that of a child. He is obviously the largest sect in the Southern Region and one of the only seven gods in the Shifang Sect, but his daily behavior is too innocent, frank and sincere.
It was also because he would shrink and turn into a child from time to time that he became playmates with Jiang Su, the youngest of his generation in the sect.
He went into seclusion three years ago. At that time, Jiang Su was not crazy yet. She was a gentle and quiet little girl who would act coquettishly and shy from time to time.
The snow and cold wind hit the bones, and the people under the evergreen pines were haggard.
Gu Chentong, who had shrunk into a cute dumpling, reluctantly grabbed Jiang Su's lapel, his big, watery eyes filled with tears.
"Susu...I won't see you for a long time..."
The twelve-year-old girl Jiang Su squatted in front of Naituanzi and pinched the rosy cheeks of this little fairy child with her hands.
She comforted her softly: "It hasn't been long! It's only been three years! I heard from dad that other powerful monks like you have to be in seclusion for hundreds of years?!"
When Naituanzi heard this, she couldn't hold back. Her tears were like broken pearls, and they couldn't stop dripping.
"Wow - I don't want to stay in the house for hundreds of years - wuwuwu, I want to be with Susu Cuju, I want to be with Susu Cuju wuwuwu -"
Jiang Suben was the youngest in the entire sect.
Now that she finally had the opportunity to be a sister, she followed the example of how Dong Yiyi, Zhang Yunsheng and others treated her, pouting her little mouth, rubbing Naituanzi's furry head distressedly and saying: "Tongtong, what do you think this is? !”
Gu Chentong stopped sobbing instantly when he looked at the straw ball with colorful threads and bells that suddenly appeared in Jiang Su's hand.
His attention was attracted by this beautiful ball, and his eyes were full of love.
"Now, let him retreat with you! When you come out, I will be the first one to pick you up! Remember to call me sister then, otherwise I won't play Cuju with you!"
The girl's voice and smile, and the straw ball became the last things he saw before going into seclusion.
The straw ball was easily damaged, so the first thing Gu Chentong did after coming out of seclusion was to wrap it with three layers of barriers.
It's a pity that Jiang Su didn't come. He just grabbed a disciple and found out after asking.
He happily went to Zhongdu with his nephew Dong Yiyi from Jianfeng.
Thinking of this, Gu Chentong inevitably took another quick breath, as if he wanted to vent his temper.
At this time, a female cultivator who was silently watching the excitement handed over a bottle of elixir.
"I have the Spirit Storage Pill here. Just give it to her directly."
The female cultivator's voice was calm, as if helping others was a common occurrence for her.
Gu Chentong took the spirit-storing pills without saying a word and poured two of them into the palm of his hand.
He took one for himself and kept one.
After he felt that the spiritual power entering his belly was as warm as hot spring water, he safely sent another spiritual pill to Jiang Suchu's mouth.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Su sensed that the aura of the person delivering the medicine was not his little senior sister, and subconsciously clenched her teeth.
The elixir rolled from the left corner of her lips to the right, but she refused to take it.
Gu Chentong became even more anxious, "I want to eat, why don't you want to open your mouth..."
Dong Yiyi couldn't see Jiang Su's grievance, so he didn't give the young uncle another chance to feed him. He picked up the spirit-storing pill and touched the girl's soft lips skillfully.
The girl's nostrils were slightly flaring, her eyes were closed but the corners of her mouth were raised.
She opened her lips with satisfaction and bit into the spirit-storing pill given by her junior sister. The black elixir was sandwiched between her upper and lower white teeth. With a flick of her pink tongue, she swallowed it into her throat.
The spiritual power of the monk who refined this elixir was as warm as a warm pond, just like a pampered koi carp spreading its limbs and limbs along the sea of Jiang Su's valley in summer.
After a breath, the girl slowly opened her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
"Senior Sister..." She mumbled confusedly.
Dong Yiyi smiled when he heard this, and moved the girl's body up into his arms with his hands, so that she could sit up and lean against him.
"Susu, how are you feeling? Are you okay?" she asked.
Jiang Su's eyes gradually became clearer, and she subconsciously rubbed Dong Yiyi's neck.
"fine……"
Jiang Su really didn't expect that he would faint due to exhaustion of spiritual power and damage to his consciousness.
Normally when his spiritual power is exhausted, he would just fall to the ground and gasp for breath. The spiritual energy in the air around you will form a vortex and flow into your own meridians.
Even if you lie down on the ground and rest for a while, you can still raise your hand to blow the elixir from the bottle.
This time, because it was too sudden, his spiritual consciousness was exerting force outside his body, and he suddenly fell into coma.
"It's a pity...it's just a little bit close."
The girl's expression was as usual, and she buried her murderous thoughts deeply in the sea of consciousness on the same level as the original work.
She can be discovered by the junior sister that she has an illness, and she can also be discovered by the junior senior sister who has changed her mind and personality, but she must not be discovered by the junior senior sister of her murderous intention.
Jiang Su can be murderous and bloodthirsty, but the young senior sister's Su Su can't.
"Susu, you're finally awake, you really make me worried!" There was a hint of anger in the young man's voice.
Only then did the girl notice that there was a monk squatting next to her who was almost wearing the same clothes as her.
The reason why it is said to be almost a matching shirt is because there are some hidden patterns on the skirt of my clothes, the fabric is more comfortable and soft, and the cassock is also a luxurious style.
And this man's green robe is made of linen. The good thing is that it is simple and unpretentious, but the bad thing is that it is so poor.
Before she even raised her eyes, she could identify him from the familiar sword hilt on his waist.
Jiang Su raised his head, there was no surprise on his face, he just thought it was a normal smile, and said softly: "Long time no see, little uncle."
Life is similar everywhere, it should be like a flying dragon stepping on snow and mud.
She is an adult with more than twenty years of modern memory, how could she really be like a child...
Her childhood in this life was akin to letting her mind wander, playing with everyone...playing house.
