Jiang Su frowned and remained silent, thinking to himself.
The emotion when he spoke made me feel that he was suffering from some incurable disease... But when I took his pulse before, I didn't find any incurable disease.
His body is indeed relatively weak, but it is just pure weakness.
The accumulation of cold and dampness in his body should not keep him in this weak state for decades or even centuries.
Jiang Su imagined this and vaguely guessed that there was a lot of inside information in it.
I can't just impulsively say that I will be able to cure it. The diseases of monks are much easier to follow than the laws of ordinary people.
"Let's go. After returning to your Sword Sect, you can come directly to our residence."
Qi Wu heard that Jiang Su didn't refuse, which means she agreed.
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After a stick of incense.
In the room, the two of them were sitting opposite each other on the floor, one of them occupied a futon, while Fang Zhe was holding his own cold-killing sword, standing alone in the courtyard, looking a little lonely.
"Tell me, there must be a cause, what it is." Jiang Su sat cross-legged with her back straight, her expression solemn.
Now that the sun was setting, Qi Wu took the initiative to light a candle.
His voice came softly.
"I fell into water once when I was a child. This water is the cold water used to temper swords in the sect. There are few cold water in the world. Since then, my body has been far worse than before, and my spiritual orifice has become even worse.
It took more time and effort than ordinary people.”
"The speed of cultivation is far inferior to that of several other brothers. Even...even my seventh sister Zhizhi, after opening her spiritual aperture, it took her several years to cultivate far beyond me."
"Now I am the lowest among the seven of us."
Qi Wu smiled bitterly silently. As the fifth oldest brother, he was born decades, even nearly a hundred years earlier than his own bloodline.
But his cultivation level was indeed at the bottom, and he was even treated with pity and pity from them all day long.
In just a few days of getting along with Jiang Su, he felt very comfortable, whether it was her sudden attack on him or her pushing him to the point of death.
Qi Wu felt that everything was equal.
He could see no mercy in the blind man's eyes, nor could he feel the burning pity in the man's indifferent attitude.
"You still have something to hide?" Jiang Su asked coldly, her face was serious and even a little bored.
This person sought medical treatment, but kept his illness experience vague.
"What? Mr. Qi Wu, do you want me to guess? You said the cause of the disease was water. How long did you stay in the water?"
"Also, do you know that you already have the bud of inner demons?"
After Qi Wu heard this, he was slightly startled and said to himself:
"Inner demons... I really should have inner demons."
Jiang Su suddenly broke out at this moment. She grabbed Qi Wu's collar angrily and asked: "I ask you how long you have been in the water?! After you fell into the water, you flopped a few times and then left the water.
, there will never be such a root cause of the disease?! What are you hiding? If you don’t explain everything clearly, how can I give you the right medicine?!"
Medical practice is not just a type of doctor among monks.
Whether it is in this world or in the world of cultivation, it has its own deep-seated reasons for its existence.
Doctors, first heal the heart and then the disease. Among the thousands of children in the world, the heart disease is the most difficult to cure!
Qi Wu was very secretive, and it was clear that something was wrong in his heart, but he was not unwilling to talk to Jiang Su.
Firstly, he did not regard Jiang Su purely as a medical practitioner, and secondly, he did not regard Jiang Su as a teammate or a friend!
What Jiang Su hated was that this man clearly deliberately planned to have an unusual friendship with her, but was also timid and unwilling to accept his own past.
She now understands that Qi Wu is really timid.
"I..." Qi Wu choked up as he spoke.
"Three numbers, if you don't tell me, I will strangle you to death, and you won't need to treat the disease, so as not to smear my medical name, Jiang Su."
"It's not me, Jiang Su, that you don't accept, but yourself."
The girl in green knelt down and leaned forward. She pinched Qi Wu's neck with both hands and tried to crush the bones in it.
Her fingers were cold, and the flesh of the man's neck was also cold when she pinched it.
How could someone be so cold yet pretend to wear warm clothes?
He Qi Wu can't even be called hot. He is warm on the outside and cold on the inside, as cold as ice.
The monk in white clothes huddled in the corner. The suffocating feeling of imminent death suffocated his forehead and went straight down to his nose. The pressure on his neck was like a lock, locking up his blood, spirit, and...
past.
The cold fingertips touch another person's cold.
Qi Wu's slender knuckles touched her wrist, and he struggled and shook his head.
"……just kill me."
"..."
Jiang Su was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth suddenly turned up, and he said softly and softly: "Okay."
True to her word, her men worked harder and harder, and she really looked like she wanted to kill this man.
Qi Wu's eyes were in a trance. He couldn't see the blind man's eyes clearly. Tears arose from the corners of his eyes. He tilted his head upward, tears streaming down his cheeks. His thin white neck was straightened up. His clothes were messy, and the tears flowed into his collarbone.
He is like a white swan in a lotus pond.
Brother, if I am about to die, will you come to me?
Brother, if I become a cold corpse, will you regret it...
"Bang--"
Between the sleeves of the monk in white, a silver blade fell to the ground and rolled down at the feet of the two of them.
"..."
Silence.
The next moment, Jiang Su suddenly let go of his hand and turned around to pick up the small silver blade at his feet.
"It seems you are disappointed." Jiang Su said calmly.
Her fingers touched the silver blade and her fingertips traced the texture of the handle.
"Well... you and I are both disappointed."
Jiang Su sat cross-legged on the futon again, with an upright body and playing with the silver blade in his hand. After getting bored, he stretched out his hand again and handed it to Qi Wu.
"When you are about to die, will this thing glow or absorb spiritual energy? I don't feel any change in the spiritual energy around your body. Is it because your brother didn't sense your situation, or did he not plan to come?"
Qi Wu took it, his eyes were solemn and painful, and the sadness and bitterness almost gathered around him to form a unique aura.
"It will glow... it will glow, but everything is as usual. It seems that my brother... didn't plan to come."
Jiang Su was surprised and said: "You brother, you can't do it. I gave you something and said I was coming to save you in times of crisis, but in the end, I didn't keep my word."
"I thought he could show up so that my little senior sister could come with him. It's really exciting. If the little senior sister sees me bullying you and trying to strangle you to death, will you criticize me?"
Jiang Su felt a little sour in her heart. Compared with Qi Wu's pain, she felt helpless.
The old monk Shanyu said that he has not been able to see his little senior sister recently, which means he cannot see her.
But almost a month has passed since he arrived in the Western Region. The Taoism Conference is about to begin, and he should be able to see his junior sister by this time...
The scene between her and Qi Wu was just for her own entertainment. There was no audience as expected, and there was no lively ending.