The monk is dressed in white mourning robes, with a black ruler and a bunch of white cloth beside him.
Qi Wu lowered his head and knelt in the ancestral hall, not daring to raise his eyes to see the room full of memorial tablets.
He heard thunder rolling in the distance, his eyes moved slightly, but he still stood in place like a statue.
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The purple thunder was particularly strong, falling from the sky directly through the gap in the black tower and hitting the double blades of the girl in colorful clothes.
Jiang Su put her double blades on the top of her head, and the lightning passed through the magic weapon in her hands and hit the Baihui point on the top of her head.
The numbness penetrates the whole body like needles, and the heat burns on the skin. This colorful coat is of no use!!!
The thunder of the laws of heaven is shaped like thunder punishment and cannot be resisted by any magic weapon. It is specially designed to split the physical body!
"Bang--" She threw the double blade away.
Jiang Su fell to the ground instantly, curled up into a ball, and was shaking.
The girl's face was pale, her eyes were closed, she clenched her teeth to prevent herself from screaming, her tongue was stiff and trembling, and tears slowly streaked down her cheeks from the corners of her eyes.
"No... hold on, this is the purpose of heaven, this is the purpose of all of them... I want to be a heavenly immortal, how can I not shed my skin!"
In the sea of consciousness, a scene appears like a revolving lantern.
The baby was born and lay rocking on the rattan bed.
The woman with gentle eyebrows stuffed a small wooden sword into her chubby little hand. The elegant man, not to be outdone, also stuffed a handful of grass into her hand.
"What are you doing with the spiritual grass?"
"Then what are you doing with the wooden sword?"
"...Let's see if she wants to be a swordsman or a medical practitioner..."
The second thunderstorm fell from the sky, its sound was mixed, as if a corner of the sky had exploded.
The girl slowly got up from the ground, lying on her stomach trying to find something to support herself and stand up again, groping around with trembling hands.
This time Zi Lei hit the Dazhui point on the back of her neck.
Jiang Su lay on the ground, her limbs losing strength. She couldn't even lift her head, and she couldn't hold her chin up and turned her face to the side.
His long eyelashes quivered slightly, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes like crystal pearls, falling down his chin and dripping into the magic circle.
Fang Zhe watched this scene from a distance, his heart, which had always been steady and rhythmic, couldn't stop trembling and felt a dull throbbing pain.
He couldn't... couldn't see the little doctor crying.
A girl in pink clothes flashed across Jiang Su's consciousness. She gave herself a wooden medicine box, written plain on the outside and engraved on the inside.
There was also a boy with skin as white as snow, blinking his big black eyes and playing with her, but he always disappeared suddenly.
Call him...little uncle.
The third thunder tribulation was like a long knife, splitting the purple clouds in the sky and illuminating the darkness on the Demon-Suppressing Temple.
The girl held up her arms, her head was too heavy to lift, and her lower body was on her knees, raising her waist.
Jiang Su thought that he should have a spine that would never bend.
Thunder and lightning hit the long strong point on her tailbone.
There is Dazhui above, Changqiang below, and the two points are connected.
She felt that the entire spine in her back was weak.
She looks like a fried, crispy and soft canned fish, the kind that has been pressed in a pressure cooker.
Jiang Su's throat moved slightly, and there was faint fluid flowing from the corners of his mouth.
In the sea of consciousness, old scenes reappeared.
The little girl held a lot of spiritual materials in her hands, and Wan Qingsi skillfully tied up these scraps and hung them between the branches.
The sunlight passed through the branches of the evergreen tree and fell on the girl's tender green dress, and her hair was slightly glowing with warmth.
The man in white strode over, holding a book half a person's height in his hand, and placed it at her feet.
"Su Su is naturally smart. It is definitely easier to follow the path of medicine than the path of swordsmanship! Here are some must-learn books that your father and I just dug out. I will memorize them today. I will check them the next day."
The man in white brought a tea set and warmed the stove as the rain fell.
"Su Su, this is called making tea around the stove. Rainy days are a good time to take a break, drink tea and watch the rain fall. Don't imitate your mother's sword dance, as it will easily get wet."
The fifth man showed off his red clothes and raised his long sword, and the rainwater accumulated on the ground splashed forward, soaking the man's robe.
The river flow was not annoying, he squeezed out the water with a smile, and took a sip of hot tea, feeling at ease and leisurely.
The fourth thunder tribulation and the fifth thunder tribulation fell almost at the same time, reflecting the purple clouds like side-by-side lotuses.
The girl was lying on the ground, her hands still had strength, and she struggled to grasp it far away. She wanted to prop up her body, but the numbness of her spine made her twist and twist.
Four or five thunderbolts struck the Waiguan point under both of her wrists, and landed on the Neiguan point through the muscles and bones.
A hot numbness spread from both arms through her entire heart, and the beating gradually stopped.
The clear voice of the female cultivator echoed in the sea of consciousness, just like winter snow and spring flowers, and the tinkling sound of spring water.
"Susu, little senior sister passed by a small shop in the town at the foot of the mountain and bought some preserved fruits. I saw that children from ordinary families like to eat this very much, so I thought you wouldn't be bored either."
"Susu, little senior sister brought a pot of Chunguo craft beer, which is sweet water newly produced by Shiweitian. I thought you would like it."
"Susu, this is a bunch of soapberries. I heard that the monks at the Zhenmo Temple in the Western Regions each have one to avoid disasters. You can take them apart and use them as beads to play with."
"Susu...Susu...Susu"
"Little junior sister! I heard that you can make alchemy?!"
"Don't embarrass your junior sister. She has to bring the spiritual stone back to her uncle to give her a mission."
The sixth thunder tribulation and the seventh thunder tribulation struck down, this time completely lighting up half of the sky. The black tower and the white tower corresponded, and the shadows falling on the ground actually overlapped.
The Buddhist monks returned to the main hall and chanted sutras in low voices. Suddenly, the name of the Buddha spread three miles outside Zhenmo Temple.
Everyone knelt down and worshiped, saying that the Buddha had come to this world.
The lightning struck the girl's Weizhong point, making it difficult for her to bend her legs.
She was lying on the ground in a big shape, like a small animal whose limbs were held down by heaven.
This time, when Da Meng came back, she saw Xiao Shiyu holding a knife towards the little white rabbit. The white knife went in and the red knife came out, but the rabbit was not spared.
"Hey, little junior sister Susu, you saw the rabbits I raised in Houshandong. I just caught the fattest one, and the others were all gone."
"Rabbit, rabbit, fly, fly to the sky~"
"Hey Susu, do you want to open a medical clinic with me? I'll pay for it and you can contribute, but you want my name in front! It's called... Yusu Pavilion? Yusu Hall?!"
The eighth purple thunder fell, turning into lightning all over the sky and entering the girl's limbs and bones.
The flesh all over Jiang Su's body was lifted up, red and white, mixed with black and burnt, exuding an alluring aroma.
"I should be mature..."
She saw the female cultivator in white standing in front of her, the silver sword passing through her chest, the bright red blood staining the white clothing, and the smell of blood permeating the body of this glorious sword cultivator.
"Susu, are you okay?" The young senior sister forced her lips to smile, pretending to be relaxed.
"Don't worry, it's just a minor injury."
Frost climbed onto her forehead. The sword cultivator held the black sword in his arms and shivered uncontrollably.
The girl looked through medical books but had no idea where to start.