When the old village chief who was having a meeting in the town heard the news, he happily smoked two good cigarettes that his daughter had given him earlier. He just finished the meeting in the evening, but he still walked more than ten miles on the mountain road to get back.
It was already dark when we arrived in the village, but the stars and moon were bright, and the light shining on the ground allowed people to see the road ahead clearly.
In the evening, he went to Song's house to see that her family members were all in the big house. He thought about asking her to come out alone in the woodshed.
He touched Song Yi's head happily and said kindly: "Good boy, you think quickly and cleverly! It's right to think more about yourself. The village chief doesn't ask you to repay the village. Just go out and live a good life." Just stay and live in the big city!”
Song Yi really cried at that time, and she cried for a whole night. The next day, her eyes were swollen like peaches, she was malnourished, her face was sallow, and her lips were white and dry and peeling.
Life had to go on, and the next day she packed a small bag and was taken to a city she had never been to. Holding the train ticket given by the village chief, she took the train for almost two days and arrived in the bustling Kyoto. .
Song Yi really didn't understand anything at that time. She hit the wall several times and was almost taken away by uneasy and well-meaning people several times. There were also times when she didn't receive her salary, but she finally managed to scrape together enough tuition and half a month's living expenses. .
Then came the short but long four years of college. During that time, she worked part-time in addition to attending classes. Few people in the school knew her well. This was why classmates at the graduation party said she was withdrawn.
Handover after half a month.
This time is not long, nor is it short, but Song Yi's hometown is far away, and it takes a long time to go back and forth. If other emergencies occur, it will only take more time. Calculated, this time is really not long. It's enough.
Song Yi turned her head around and thought about it. She didn't buy the ticket impulsively. Instead, she decided to wait and buy it tomorrow, just in case it was just a whim at the moment and she didn't want to go home tomorrow.
Shuguang spoke again: "Xiaoyi, the new version of the training plan has been corrected. It is expected to be carried out starting tonight. The first step is to assist with medicinal baths, I Ching to cleanse the marrow, transfer blood vessels, and shape the spirit body. The time is in line with your plan. Cross separation.”
"Okay, do I need to prepare anything?" Song Yi was surprised at Shuguang's efficiency, but she couldn't help but have some expectations in her heart.
Shuguang continued: "Medicinal bath is gentler than taking elixirs, but if your current body can bear it, you will not be able to avoid the pain. The measurement will be improved gradually. The best plan for body tempering has been selected. The required elixirs and other spiritual materials can be exchanged Points will be used for deduction, and 30 points have been automatically deducted.”
"Currently, points cannot be redeemed for medicinal cauldrons. The plan has been changed and is now changed to a bathroom bathtub. You can go now."
Song Yi followed Shuguang's guidance to the bathroom. There was indeed a large bathtub in the bathroom, which was more than enough for her to lie down completely.
She had only been renting here for a few days, but she had always used the shower and never used the bathtub.
At Shuguang's suggestion, Song Yi freed up the bath basket next to her, and a basket full of medicinal materials suddenly appeared.
She didn't dare to blink for a moment. Although she was prepared in her heart, seeing this magical scene still had a big impact on her world view.
Since she was a child, official propaganda has been against feudal superstition, and people are not allowed to become immortals after the founding of the People's Republic of China. The word "cultivating immortals" is really vague and unrealistic to her who has been exposed to modern education.
Song Yi swallowed a sip of saliva and randomly picked out a medicinal material from the basket. It looked very strange. It was blood red, twisted and covered with roots.
The other medicinal materials also have their own peculiarities. All in all, they don't look like serious medicinal materials. When Song Yi was looking through them, he even found suspected animal parts and ores.
Under Shuguang's command, Song Yi brewed a pool of pungent, thick and dark medicinal liquid. After preparing the medicinal liquid, Song Yi obviously had deep doubts about cultivating immortals.
However, this mood did not last long after she lay down in the pool. The pool of medicine looked scary, but when she lay in it, it was warm and soft.
But within two minutes, a numb and itchy feeling spread all over the body. This itching feeling could even penetrate deep into the bone marrow. Song Yi's body couldn't help but began to curl up. Her hands tightly grasped the edge of the bathtub and tried to control it, but her fingers couldn't control it. clasped against the smooth porcelain wall.
Song Yi stared at the ceiling with blank eyes, confused and struggling.
Shuguang observed Song Yi's condition and calculated that there was a high possibility that Song Yi would be unable to control himself from pulling out the medicine bath. When Song Yi was still conscious, he asked: "To avoid the waste of medicine and invalid body tempering, do you want to exchange for the control of the spirit binding cord?" "
Song Yi knew nothing about cultivating immortals and tempering the body, so she naturally agreed to Shuguang's suggestion.
Deduct 10 points and redeem a long milky white rope.
Song Yi couldn't raise his hands at all now, and he didn't have spiritual power yet, so he couldn't control this magic weapon to tie him up, but Shu Guang had this ability.
After getting Song Yi's permission, Shuguang carefully input spiritual energy to control the spirit binding rope, and tied her tightly from her neck to her ankles, like a tied white radish.
The white radish quickly turned into a red radish.
Song Yi, who was tied up, couldn't even care about it at this moment. The itching sensation caused by the medicine penetrating through the skin and bone marrow had turned into pain. The fair skin quickly became red and smooth in the medicine pool. The body curves were also swollen, as if they would bleed if touched.
Song Yi remembered the worst time she was beaten by her parents. She secretly signed up for junior high school behind their backs and was found out. The two of them beat her with sticks and firewood, but it didn't hurt that much.
Feeling countless needles pricking his body, he struggled to open his mouth and let out two weak breaths, but surprisingly he couldn't make a sound.
The invisible thick needles would not stop penetrating into the flesh. Each of the densely packed needles seemed to have small hook-like thorns. They rotated and tumbled through her body, penetrating into the skin and flesh, and then penetrated into the bones through the muscles. seam.
Song Yi could no longer describe the bone-chilling pain in words, and her consciousness had fallen into a blur.
Medicinal bath is indeed a good thing, but the medicinal power is still too strong for her weak body. Taking a bath for a long time is not a good thing for her. Seeing that the time is almost up, Shuguang drags Song Yi out of the bath with a soul binding rope. out.
The medicinal bath lasted only three hours, which was not even as long as the time she usually spent reading novels, but during that time she truly felt what it means to feel like a second is like a year.
The body was in pain as if it had been crushed into pieces and reassembled, mixed with itching, but it was tied so tightly that it was impossible to even struggle.
After being pulled out, she collapsed on the ground. Her whole body was numb and painful, and she had no strength at all. She tried again without giving up, but unfortunately she couldn't even control it with her fingertips. If she moved, her mind would go blank, or even fall into garbled words.
Song Yi lay flat on the ground peacefully, completely giving up struggling.
After almost ten minutes of relief, she could still barely raise her eyelids, turn her head, which had been weakened by the pain, and consider whether to sleep on the ground for the rest of the night.
At the same time, Dawn controlled the shower, rinsed her clean, and finally dragged her to the sofa in the living room.
Song Yi couldn't even muster the energy to say anything else to Shu Guang. After feeling moved to the soft and comfortable sofa, she fell asleep from exhaustion.
By the time she got up from the sofa, it was already noon the next day.
