'Put shaped fruit. '
Su Xing quickly remembered the origin of the fruit.
When spiritual energy pours in, it can expand, but most of the time it can only expand from the core to the size of a pumpkin.
Those that can expand to the size of a house are considered more precious. Some monks with carving skills would carve the shape of the house in advance with exquisite craftsmanship. After expansion, it really looks like a house and can be moved in directly.
This kind is also called 'house fruit' and is worth a lot of money.
However, it is of little practical use. Low-level monks cannot use it, and high-level monks cannot use it.
But as the other party is a pharmacist, it is not surprising that he has one.
It's just that Dongshan is surrounded by mountains on two sides, with water on one side and a 100-foot-deep gorge on the other side of the water. The location of the spiritual field and the fruit house is right next to the only road out of the mountain, like a roadblock.
"yes."
The two of them agreed.
Mr. Li was polite to Su Xing again, said a few words of advice, and also said goodbye and left.
He was left alone on the way up the mountain, gathering his consciousness secretly.
Behind it, the black lines unknowingly became denser, making the flowers more detailed and realistic.
However, I still can’t tell what kind of flower it is.
Su Xing suppressed the worries in his heart, and used Yudongshan as usual. In order to prevent Wang Yaoshi from discovering something strange, he only used about 10% of Fuso's spiritual power.
In this way, the day passed quickly.
On the morning of the second day, Su Xing also used 10% of his spiritual power to rain.
At the foot of the mountain, two spiritual planters are still working. The spiritual field has been cleaned up. One of them is already plowing the field with standard tools. He will probably start sowing seeds in a few days.
But I didn't see Pharmacist Wang come out of the 'Wuguo'.
Returning to the small courtyard on the hillside of Dongshan Mountain, Su Xing sat cross-legged on the bed, running the "Fusang Life Technique" to restore his spiritual energy and start practicing at the same time.
A drop of cold sweat ran down his forehead.
After running Fusang Shengsheng, it was as if the sun was shining, the ice and snow had disappeared, and some memories suddenly emerged from the fog.
Last night, two more people entered my house!
Yesterday, after night fell, I pretended to be asleep, but in fact I was secretly running the Fuso Life Technique. I lay on the bed with breathless concentration, feeling the movement inside and outside the room.
I don’t know how long I waited, but a chanting sound came from the dark night. It seemed to be a female voice. The voice was low, speaking very fast and indistinctly.
It was like ten thousand ants crawling around his ears, and his back was extremely itchy. Just when he was about to cry out, his consciousness fell into darkness again.
Before he passed out, the only thing he was sure of was that someone pulled the bolt from the house and opened the door!
Then, the footsteps of two people appeared in the room.
Who is it, hiding in my room.
The veins on Su Xing's forehead popped out, and he almost couldn't help but move the whole room.
Fuso spiritual energy flows in the body, full of vitality, fresh and natural, soothing his emotions.
Gradually calming down, Su Xing's eyes flashed, not to scare the snake.
By the way, flowers!
Only then did he realize that not only had he lost the memory of last night, he had even forgotten the black pattern on his back!
There was still some itching on his back, but he just couldn't move his focus.
It was as if there was some mysterious power that made him deliberately ignore the strange black pattern behind him.
Until then, with the help of Fusang Shengsheng Technique. When he thought of this flower, it was like waking up from a dream, and the memory of it emerged in his mind.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Su Xing concentrated and gathered his consciousness. I found that the black smoke lines on my back were almost twice as dense! The resulting flower becomes increasingly detailed:
A thin branch extends from the tailbone, forming the outline of a disc in the middle of the back. On the edge of the outline, black arcs are outlined around the disc, like petals.
It's a...sunflower! ?
Black...sunflowers.
Looking at the faint black smoke patterns on the sunflower disk and the exposed skin that cannot be covered.
Su Xing had a hunch that when the black smoke pattern completely dyed the entire disc and petals black. Then something irreversible will definitely happen.
Phew~
Taking a long breath, Su Xing gradually regained his composure. He found that something was wrong with his emotions, which fluctuated too easily. Could it be due to the influence of the black sunflower tattoo?
After calming down for a while, Su Xing wrote a word on his knee with his right hand.
forget.
Every day when I wake up, I forget what happened last night.
You'll forget the black sunflower pattern exists.
Even...he carefully felt and compared, and found that his emotions would fluctuate easily and his thinking was blocked.
In one sentence, today is stupider than yesterday.
What about tomorrow?
Su Xing was shocked.
Will I be so stupid that I forget to activate the Fuso Life Technique in the end?
Even if he was running his skills every moment, he would be interrupted by the mysterious voice at night and fall into a coma - yes, he was very sure that those two people would come again tonight, until... behind him The black sunflower pattern is fully formed.
If tomorrow I forget the habit of using the Fusang Shengsheng Technique every day, then I will fall into blindness and stupidity, like a pig, letting others slaughter me.
He got out of bed and put on his shoes, now that he had regained his composure.
Look around and rummage for a while and find a pair of scissors and some needle and thread.
In inconspicuous places where your eyes are often focused: table corners, basin edges, quilt seams, bedside and even some more secret places.
Carve two words:
Kung Fu!
These two characters are written in "Yuwangzi", a common font of the Yu Kingdom. Miraculously, after he awakened Su Hui, he discovered that there were many similarities between the Chinese characters for King Yu in this world and the Chinese characters on the earth before he traveled.
For example, the two words "gongfa" are almost exactly the same.
Of course, the character "Yu Wang" is only a commonly used font among the people of Yu. Taoists use another type of writing called "Dao Wen". Its characters are natural and contain legal principles, and their origins cannot be traced. Some say they were written by the Taoist ancestors. Create.
After doing all this, Su Xing felt calm, pursed his lips slightly, and suddenly stopped operating the Fuso Life Technique.
Soon, the feeling of ignorance came over me, and my thoughts were cast into a shadow again.
After a while, his back began to itch slightly again. Su Xing frowned, but he seemed not to notice the strangeness on his back at all.
After taking a look at the sky, he opened the door and began to apply rain in the afternoon.
...
Soon, it was night.
The full moon hangs high and the light clouds gather lightly.
On the east mountain, the moonlight shines, and the flowers bloom lonely in the spiritual field, with no one to appreciate them.
In the wooden house on the mountainside, the lights are quiet, and the owner seems to have fallen asleep.
At the foot of the mountain, Hanchen flowers have not yet been sown, and Ling Zhifu, who is responsible for taking care of them, has naturally not started his night watch. However, there seemed to be some rustling noises coming from the house not far from the spiritual field.
The moonlight poured in from the half-closed window on the green wall. The interior of the house was sparsely furnished, with only a bed and a set of tables and chairs, all of which were placed on the ground and could not be moved.
Pharmacist Wang was kneeling in the open space beside the bed in an extremely humble and prostrate posture. He was still trembling with strength as he lowered his posture, as if he wished he could blend into the floor.
When he finally found a slightly satisfactory position, he raised his right hand, spread his fingers straight out, and placed it on his chest.
"Welcome to the Holy Son."
Phew~
He was wearing only a short shirt on his back, and there was no wind at this time. A dark, delicate sunflower was revealed on the back.
The position of the sunflower disk was opposite to his open-fingered palm, which was caressing his chest, across the human body.
If Su Xing saw this flower, he would definitely find that it was almost exactly the same as the black sunflower on his back.
However, the sunflower on Wang Yaoshi's body has been completely covered in darkness, with no trace of skin color visible. The painting is delicate and lifelike.
A black shadow twitched and 'walked' out of the black sunflowers. In the process, the already pale face of Pharmacist Wang became even more bleak. But the expression that emerged in his eyes, which were almost touching the floor, became more and more fanatical.
The squirming, blurry black shadow suddenly fell into the extremely low shadow of Wang Yaoshi in the moonlight.
The next second, his shadow gradually stretched, faintly outlining the lines of a slender waist, plump hips, and willow branches. Every curve seemed to be drawn at the apex of human desire. It's a pity that this tempting outline can only be appreciated by the moonlight at this time.
At the same time, Medicine Master Wang stretched his body in synchronization with the shadow, and gradually raised his head. There was no more fanaticism in his eyes, and he tapped the corners of his mouth with his fingertips.
It's indescribably awkward to do a woman's posture.
A high-pitched voice between a man and a woman slowly came out of his mouth.
"You are truly my loyal subordinate~"
"It's a pity... I can only use it two or three more times..."
