Fang Zhe felt as if he heard the laughter of a stranger in his ears, not the sharp and gloomy laughter of the past.
It’s the sound of sparrows chirping in the warm winter moon, it’s April when I was young looking up at the sky full of begonias, it’s the bowl of almond cream that my sister hid and put in her palm.
My sea of consciousness no longer seemed empty. It was filled with a gentle wind. The wind blew through my fragmented sea of consciousness, and I seemed to be a flesh-and-blood person again.
His limbs regained strength, and blood rushed to the meridians that were on the verge of drying up. In the red sea, he was like a ship at the mercy of the rough waves. Every time a warm breath brushed his ears, it would blow him to the top of the sea of suffering.
superior.
Jiang Su leaned against the wall and sat on the ground, wrapping his arms around the man's neck.
The mountain of swords and sea of fire in her sea of consciousness gradually faded away, and the rough waves of the sea of suffering submerged her consciousness again. She... was willing to perish for this.
The boat, which is so sleepy and unwilling to go ashore, and the wind blowing on the shore, will be trapped in the sea of misery forever.
Two hours passed and it was still dark.
Jiang Su didn't open her eyes. She felt that her legs were numb, and she subconsciously thought that she had stayed up all night refining elixirs and fell asleep.
"It's so numb, Xiaoliu, get up." Jiang Su frowned without any trace and said angrily.
After a while, the numbness in my legs continued, and then I slowly opened my eyes, filled with misty confusion.
She saw another face.
At this time, the two of them were forehead to forehead, nose to nose. Jiang Su didn't move, he rolled his eyes and blinked. The pair of dark, lifeless eyes on the opposite side didn't move either, just staring at her.
Jiang Su seemed to suddenly remember something, and quickly leaned her head back, trying to move her limbs and push the person in front of her away. She didn't push. The man in front of her was the one who snatched her to the thatched hut yesterday to have her head treated.
"You..." Jiang Sugang was about to speak,
Fang Zhe seemed to feel something, straightened his back that had been bent all night, and then retracted the arms that had imprisoned the person in front of him all night.
Jiang Su ignored him and just rubbed his numb legs, then pinched his arms and neck. After rubbing for half an hour, Jiang Su stopped.
She calmly stared at the man who was still kneeling in front of her. His clothes were slightly open, and his neck and chest were covered with scabs. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were dull, and his whole body was filled with the smell of blood.
Jiang Su is not stupid. In this world, she has read all the books she should read and all the books she shouldn't read. She realized that she and this person had a double cultivation in the sea of consciousness last night, which was a divine friendship.
There are two types of Fangzhongshu practiced by monks and Taoist couples in the world of cultivation. One is to make each other's spiritual consciousness blend with each other in the sea of consciousness, which is called divine intercourse, and the other is to have intercourse in the physical body.
Jiang Su took a deep breath.
When I think about it, I originally wanted to use the forbidden technique to treat his head ailment, but he was given a magical remedy... Although when I first entered the other party's sea of consciousness, I was so bombarded by the remaining fragments that I almost wanted to commit suicide. But what happened after that?
The process itself is not too painful.
Even a little pleasant...
When reading books about dual cultivation healing in the past, Jiang Su had been curious about the mechanism of this characteristic of the cultivation world, but had no real intention to try it.
This feeling of pleasure is different from the pain of my recent sinking. It is like an addiction, like a dying fish returning to the ocean, feeling free and at ease.
"But...I actually slept with a dying person?" Jiang Su stood up with his hands on the ground. He stood unsteadily at the door, looked into the room, and asked, "Who are you?"
The man stood in front of her, and she could see that he was more energetic now than he had been a few years ago.
The man said: "Fang Zhe"
Jiang Su's hands shook, and she staggered and almost lost her balance.
He said his name was Fang Zhe... Crazy Sword Fang Zhe!? He was the ruthless man who killed his father, his mother, his master and then slaughtered his whole family???
"I actually made friends with a crazy sword-killing god?!" Jiang Su tried his best to control his trembling hands.
"I have a female supporting role who is a tool, and another unfortunate cannon fodder who has dual cultivation?! They are both short-lived ghosts... How should I put it, this development is... quite... interesting."
I am a medical tool, but now I have fallen in love with a perverted passerby and a patient with a mental disorder before I have even reunited with the protagonist.
The only difference between the two of them is that he has a physiological disease, while he has a psychological disease plus various indescribable abnormalities.
They're all just half crazy.
Out of the professionalism of a doctor, Jiang Su raised his head and looked into Fang Zhe's eyes, raised the corners of his lips and asked, "How do you feel physically?"
Fang Zhe said in a hoarse voice: "I seem to have gone to the fairyland, and some divine power of creation rescued me from the sea of suffering, but they wanted to keep me here."
???
Hearing this, Jiang Su twitched the corner of his mouth and said rather speechlessly: "You didn't go to the fairy world, you went to Wushan. You don't have the magical power of creation, only my forbidden art of cloud and rain."
Fang Zhe asked: "Wushan? Yunyu Forbidden Technique? What is that?"
Jiang Supo said nonchalantly: "Last night, I wanted to use the forbidden technique to use essence and blood as a guide to pour spiritual energy into your sea of consciousness to repair the damage to your sea of consciousness. But it turned out that my cultivation was not enough, and it was repaired by your double cultivation in the sea of consciousness.
"
"It's called divine friendship, you know this," Jiang Su added.
Fang Zhe frowned deeply when he heard this, lowered his head and thought deeply.
Seeing this, Jiang Su no longer asked him, and said slowly: "My spiritual power is completely exhausted now, and I won't be able to recover for a while. You can't evade this medical fee. Pay it honestly, and you won't take any money from anyone who evades you."
The money you spent on avoiding medical treatment, the money you spent on avoiding medical treatment, no one will bury it even if you die."
Fang Zhe's brows furrowed even more fiercely after listening to Jiang Su's words. He couldn't remember what dual cultivation and divine friendship were. It seemed to be a kind of skill.
It should be that the little doctor in front of me used a rather troublesome method to cure his own illness. If others treat his illness, he needs to pay others.
Fang Zhe replied: "I have no money..."
Jiang Su couldn't hold it back any longer, and the anger in his heart suddenly burst out, and he sneered: "You come to me without bringing the medical fee? You don't need spiritual stones for medical consultation? What else can I ask for if you don't want spiritual stones?"
, do you want me to pledge myself to you?"
The last time I used essence and blood was to treat my senior sister, why should this person be treated the same as my senior sister?
If it weren't for the fact that this man was pretty good-looking and that he was a close sibling, Jiang Su would have poisoned him long ago. How dare he take advantage of him?
After all, she is the daughter of a great medical fairy. She was harvested by others when she was treating a disease. If she told anyone about it, the people of the Hehuan Sect in the Western Regions would laugh to death.
Wait, why didn’t the incense last night work?
Jiang Su frowned and thought whether it was because he hadn't used the poison for a long time and it had lost its effectiveness, or the quality of the spiritual herbs used to make the elixir at that time was of low quality.
Fang Zhe replied in a low and hoarse voice: "Okay."
Jiang Sudao: "Okay, then I'll give you a small change. I'll only charge you 10,000... Wait, what do you think you can do?" His ears weren't working very well just now.
Fang Zhe nodded and said, "I want it."
Jiang Su then asked: "What do you want?"
"you".
There was silence in the air for a moment. Only the sound of the two breathing was left.
Jiang Su??? Is this person playing a gangster? I asked him to pay the medical bills, but he is here to engage in sexual activities?
"Oh, it's really... unlucky."
Jiang Su burned the Thousand Miles Talisman without saying anything, which was the best way to go.
She could finally see that this person's consciousness was broken and his brain was broken. She had nothing to argue with the fool. Even if she wanted to take revenge on the world of cultivation, being with such a person would be a burden.
Fang Zhe stood there, wondering what was happening now. It seemed that something in the sea of consciousness had collapsed, and something was rising again.
"it hurts"
He hugged his head tightly with both hands, and before he had time to recognize it, he leaned against the corner where Jiang Su had been sitting, breathing heavily.
