"You two are recovering well."
Jun Qianzi stood still in front of the glass container and smiled.
"What did you do to us?"
The old man used his hands to support the inner wall of the container to prevent himself from falling, and said with a gloomy face.
"Nature is a rescue."
Jun Qianzi said casually: "No one in the world can stop Lian Xuanxiao's sword. At that time, Gui Shi only had one head left. Brother Pang, you also had half of your neck cut off. You were on the verge of death from blood loss and lost consciousness.
I had no choice but to transmit the two of you back through the Zhaoming Iron Piece and use secret methods for emergency treatment."
"Rescue?"
Yuansou's face changed slightly and he raised his right arm, "You call this treatment?"
On the back of his right arm, there are grape-like growths, including sarcomas, cysts, fingers and even ears and eyes.
"Just cut off the extra organs. Just cut your nails and remove the dead flesh."
Jun Qianzi's tone was still relaxed, "If it weren't for the secret technique, Brother Pang, you would have been in the seventh grade by now."
"Humph."
The old man looked ugly and glanced at the ghost shovel next to him, "How is he?"
Jun Qianzi said casually: "The situation is better than expected. Most of Guixiao's Zhuxiao cultivation relies on the secret technique of swallowing.
The mouth on his belly is his true body.
As long as you provide enough blood food, you will be able to return to Xunyun and even Zhuxiao in a short time."
The vitality and resilience of demonic cultivators who are integrated with alienated objects are generally beyond ordinary people.
Even if the body is gone and only the head is left with the injury, it is not completely irreparable - no wonder the former Sui monks collectively fell into madness while killing each other.
In order to gain strength, he is willing to become neither human nor ghost.
"In the final analysis, your apprentice's arrangements and the information you gave are wrong."
Yuansou said gloomily: "Lian Xuanxiao was not held back by Cardinal Xinxiu and rushed to the Zhenfu Division of Yanzhengfang in an instant.
And it doesn’t look like he is critically ill or dying at all.”
"Lian Xuanxiao's life is indeed coming to an end. You two may not have given enough pressure to expose his injuries.
He didn’t have the courage to face Lian Xuanxiao directly, so he was retreating steadily.”
Jun Qianzi remained calm and relaxed, not caring about Yuansou's ugly expression at all.
"Fart!"
The old man cursed loudly and immediately spewed out a series of obscene words. There were also many Zhou dialects mixed in.
"Teacher..."
Yajiu wanted to speak but stopped.
Jun Qianzi glanced at her, waved his hand, signaling Yajiu not to interrupt, and stood there quietly waiting for a while.
Gradually, the old man's eyelids drooped, as if tired of scolding and exhausted of energy, he fell into a drowsy sleep, his whole body suspended in the middle of the container.
Jun Qianzi walked out of the courtyard, followed by Yajiu, who asked in a low voice: "Teacher, why does the old man's face... grow on the back of his head?"
She could clearly see that the body of the old man soaking in the container was facing away from them, but his ape-like face was growing in the middle of his hair, facing them.
Could it be that when Jun Qianzi was suturing the wound, he sutured his neck backwards?
"The side effect of the secret healing technique is just an extra human face.
The person who spoke to us just now can be regarded as an old man. He shares the same head with Zheng Lian.
When the two faces wake up together, they will probably fight to the death, and only one will survive in the end.
I hope his original upright face survives, otherwise he will have to walk backwards in the future."
Jun Qianzi smiled casually and said: "Of course, it is also possible for both parties to negotiate and live together. We can change directions during the day and night.
Then I'm a little curious about which way he will face when he goes to the toilet."
Yajiu's thoughts were not as strange as Jun Qianzi's. She pursed her lips and whispered: "The ancient secret arts are all so...so..."
"Evil?"
Jun Qianzi shook his head and said: "What is evil?
Humans raise poultry and livestock in captivity, eat their meat, and use their skins.
The parasitic wasp lays its eggs on the spider, and the larvae feed on the spider's blood until the spider turns into an empty skin.
When there is not enough food, scavengers will kill the stunted larvae and distribute them to other larvae.
All things in nature are cruel and indifferent by nature, and only humans can use the word evil.
In ancient times, people had no way to practice, so they had to imitate the most powerful aliens.
The secrets of practice born out of such an environment will naturally look 'evil'."
He paused for a moment and said with a strange expression: "In the newspapers of Yu State, artemisinin was called the invention that saved the most lives in history.
This statement is not comprehensive.
The Haotian Bell and Haotian Bell are the things that can save the most people.
With the sound of bells, most aliens can only wander in the mountains and wilderness, unable to interact with the human world.
During the chaos of the late Qin Dynasty, the Haotian Bells in cities, towns, and villages all over the world all failed for ten days.
After ten days, there will be no more than seven out of ten people in the world.
If the sound of the bells is cut off for a month or two, less than 30% of the people in the world may be able to survive - including monks."
Ten can’t save three. I’m afraid the troubled times at the end of the Sui Dynasty were nothing more than this.
Yajiu frowned,
Seeing this, Jun Qianzi smiled and said: "Of course, the cessation of the Haotian Bell will at most bring mankind back to the dark and barbaric era where humans and gods coexisted.
Compared with the real disaster, it is not worth mentioning."
"Teacher,"
Yajiu hesitated: "What will be the real disaster?"
I have followed Jun Qianzi for so long, and I have heard him say that natural disasters are coming countless times, but I still don’t know the specific form of the disaster.
Flood? Skyfire? Plague? Famine? Eternal night? Winter?
Jun Qianzi was silent for a long time, looked up at the blue sky, and murmured:
"There are people in Qi State who are worried about the collapse of heaven and earth, and those who are destined to die and lose sleep and food.
You said, if the sky falls, can people still live?"
How could the sky fall?
Yajiu was puzzled. She had been lurking in the Yu Kingdom for such a long time, and every issue of Neo-Confucian journals had not been left behind. Her level of Neo-Confucianism might not be inferior to that of the students in the academy.
She knows that the sky is empty and ethereal, with energy but no substance.
How can something without substance collapse and crush the world?
Yajiu was about to ask again, but Jun Qianzi picked up an ant from the ground that had left the nest and was lost, and carried it to the courtyard to lie down on a lounge chair.
"Sleep, sleep."
Jun Qianzi murmured to himself and gradually fell asleep on the recliner, and the ants in his hand also stopped crawling.
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