The second round of diagnosis and treatment began again in the dark room.
The glowing silver needles pierced into various key points on Xiao Xingchen's head. The person sitting cross-legged on the couch was breathing slowly and rapidly, and the rhythm was a bit messy.
The corners of his clothes were still covered with blood that Gu Jianghe had spit out just now, and the spots were like the hottest plum blossoms in winter.
Gu Jianghe sat in front of him, staring quietly at this man with slightly closed eyes and a face so familiar. It was as if he saw himself on that pale but handsome face, and his eyebrows were deeply knitted. Together. She couldn't help but wanted to reach out and touch the mark. Did he think of something?
Her mouthful of blood just now scared him so much that he turned pale. At that moment, she seemed to see the young man who was nervous about everything she did when she was young. Such a familiar expression seemed to have never changed.
And that move seemed to startle him. He looked at his hands in disbelief, surprised that he made such a heartless move at the moment he saw her vomiting blood.
But such an action made her eyes light up as a doctor. Perhaps the last diagnosis and treatment had an effect, and the congestion in his brain had begun to dissipate. If so, the second round of diagnosis and treatment would be at this moment.
Even though her palms touched his skin, she still felt that this was not true. Over the years, the peaceful life in Yaowang Valley seemed to have gradually made her forget the chaotic life of her childhood. But in fact, she just forced herself to forget, to forget the person she might never see again in her life. .
Fortunately, the woman in front of the bed smiled lightly, and God finally allowed her to see him again.
The person sitting cross-legged on the couch suddenly started to tremble. His hands seemed to be trying their best to restrain themselves, but they still couldn't control it. There was endless darkness in front of him. A laughing little girl ran over, turned back while running, and said to him with a smile, brother, come quickly, there are many fun things ahead.
Shaking rattles, cute tiger head hats, and fireworks all over the sky.
All the memories seem to be flowing in from the broken riverbank, and there is nothing you can do to stop them. He couldn't bear that kind of impact.
Xiao Xingchen wailed in pain and held both sides of his head with both hands. He felt a kind of pain rushing out from the depths of his brain. He waved his hand to knock off the silver needle stuck in his head.
A pair of cold hands held his hand tightly, gentle but powerful.
"Brother, I am Xingwan, wake up."
In the darkness, he seemed to hear someone exchanging his name. Who, brother? Who was calling him brother? He looked around blankly, and everything around him became dark again, so thick that he could not see anything clearly. thing.
Suddenly, a burst of white smoke came out of nowhere, and a figure appeared in the smoke. It was the figure of a woman. Her figure felt so familiar to him.
In the smoke, the woman waved to him and said with a smile: "Brother, I'm here, come here quickly."
Illusions are pouring out layer by layer, where is this?
A group of men carrying swords were rummaging around the village fiercely, seemingly determined not to give up until they were found.
The mother pushed the two of them into the cellar and hurriedly told him: "Xingchen, my sister is still young, you must watch her, you know, don't come out, remember, no matter what happens, don't come out."
The face that appeared in the darkness at the last moment when the cellar lid was closed was probably their last impression of their mother.
Darkness filled their vision, and there seemed to be a fierce quarrel outside. Xiao Xingchen, who was just a teenager, held his sister tightly in his arms. Although fear made him tremble uncontrollably, his hands never thought of letting go. .
How could two children endure such darkness?
Just as he was about to step forward and uncover the cellar, his head started to hurt so violently that he couldn't even take a step, so he had to bend down on the spot holding his head.
Under the dim light, the man on the couch suddenly opened his eyes.
The originally blurry vision in front of him gradually became clearer. In the dim stone house, a beautiful woman's face appeared in front of him. The woman leaned slightly and looked at him intently. Her hands were still covered by her slender hands. Hold tight.
"What do you think?" the woman let go of his hand and asked softly.
After a long silence, the man's eyes on the bed were as bright as night pearls in the middle of the night. He finally spoke in a low voice with a hoarse voice, but Gu Jianghe's tears burst out.
"Xingwan."
"You remember, don't you? You remember me, don't you?" Gu Jianghe grabbed Xiao Xingchen's arms excitedly, and the violent shaking made him cry out in pain. Only then did she remember that the silver needle on his body had not been removed yet. When he came down, Lian Lian blamed his carelessness, but carefully pulled out the silver needle for him.
The careless look is really like when I was a child.
"Xingwan, is it really you?" The man on the bed ignored her panicked hands and feet and looked at her with burning eyes, as if she would disappear as soon as his eyes left her.
The woman holding the silver needle in her hand was stunned for a while, but then she put down the thing in her hand and sat down by the bed.
Xiao Xingchen looked at the woman in front of him, and stretched out his hand in disbelief to touch her face, but stopped the moment he was about to touch her, and finally just brushed the broken hair on her forehead.
"My sister, have you grown so big? It seems that I haven't seen you for a long, long time. Is it so long that I almost forgot what you look like?"
"Yes, it's been a long, long time." Tears filled Gu Jianghe's eyes, which were particularly bright, as if they were the brightest stars in the night sky. Looking at him, they sparkled, "Ten years, ten years, I have grown up." Now that I’m older, will you no longer be able to recognize me?”
Xiao Xingchen laughed and reached out to touch her head. The silver chain on her right hand made a slight sound as her wrist swayed: "My Xingwan is getting more and more beautiful, I really can't recognize her. "
"Do you still remember how you came to Mingyue Sect?"
"I can't remember." Xiao Xingchen seemed to be trying very hard to remember, but the headache was beyond his imagination. Whenever he recalled the past, it seemed as if there was someone holding thousands of needles and keeping them in his mind. Zha, he could only try to restrain himself and prevent himself from losing his composure, "I only remember that day, it rained heavily, and I took you to keep walking in a dark forest, keep walking, The rain was so heavy that I couldn’t remember anything.”
He lowered his head sadly.
Gu Jianghe gently put his arm around his shoulders and gently stroked his back with his right hand: "If you can't remember it, don't think about it. Don't forget about those bad memories. I will take you out of here."
Under the dim light, Xiao Xingchen raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him who had a similar appearance to his own, with some ominous premonition: "Xingwan, what are you going to do? The Mingyue Sect is by no means an ordinary place. Although I can't remember much of it clearly. What happened in the past, but these years here, I know very clearly.
They didn't kill me because I had my mother's bloodline, but as a man, I couldn't fully inherit the blood of the saint. But you are different. You can inherit your mother's complete blood of the saint, and they will not let you go so easily. "
Gu Jianghe said: "The reason they let us live today is because of our blood. Without us, they would no longer be able to grow red blood mushrooms, and red blood mushrooms will be the biggest bargaining chip for us to get out of here alive. "
She said this with a smile, wanting to comfort her lost brother, but her eyes lowered unconsciously.
The conversation with Qing Ling at the edge of Moon Lake that night made her make a decision. She decided to take a gamble. She bet that the white-clothed priest and Ming Feng were not of the same mind. As long as the person with the strongest teaching skills of Mingyue still treated them If his mother has old thoughts, then he is likely to hate Mingfeng. As long as he hates Mingfeng, they may get out of here.
Even if you really can't...
But her heart was very determined. She wanted to send him back to this world intact. He had suffered enough for these ten years.
After lighting the soothing incense and allowing him to finally fall asleep, Gu Jianghe took a deep breath.
It seems that the congestion in his brain should have almost dispersed. Without the pressure of congestion, he can remember most of the past events. As long as he gives time, he will be able to remember everything.
After blowing out the candle on the stone table, the room suddenly fell into darkness. At the door with only a little residual light, Gu Jianghe turned around and took another look at the person sleeping on the bed, then gently closed the door.
After settling down Xiao Xingchen, she walked quickly along the dim corridor, passing through the endless sea of gentian flowers under the night sky, and arrived at the secret room of Shenyue Palace.
This secret room was exactly the same as when she first met Xiao Xingchen. It had not changed. The only difference was that the pot of red blood mushroom on the table was gone and replaced by an empty pot.
The words of the white-robed priest still ring in my ears.
"The full-moon water of Moon Lake, the mud at the highest point of Shushi Mountain, and the blood of the Saint can naturally grow the most powerful red blood mushroom for me to teach," Qing Ling looked at her faintly, "If you want the blood of the Saint to be most effective, only when she decides to devote herself completely to the Mingyue Sect without any change of heart. Otherwise, even if you drain your own blood, Scarlet Blood Zhi will not Unfold a leaf for you.”
In this case, she dug her nails deeply into the flesh of her palms and took a gamble. She wanted to see if the damn Ganoderma could be grown only by draining the blood.
A cold light flashed from Gu Jianghe's right hand, and she pulled out a dagger at some point. Even in this dim environment, the blade still exuded a cold light, which showed its sharpness.
She stretched her left hand over the stone basin, turned her right wrist without hesitation, and raised the knife.
A stream of bright red blood circled around her wrist like a small snake. Drop by drop, it slowly began to drip down and fell into the soil in the basin. The soil seemed to be alive, and the blood was sucked clean in an instant. .
A sharp wound appeared on her left wrist.
There was no change on Gu Jianghe's face, as if the wound had never hurt her.
She seemed to feel that the blood flow was a little slow. She clenched her left hand into a fist, and blue veins appeared on her white hand.
The wound on her wrist seemed to be squeezed by her gravity, and the blood flowed faster.
