Chen Mo used his breath to guide his blood to enter from Wu Ling'er's wound, and then this part was divided into several streams and flowed through her body, like a group of children discovering a new world, extremely excited.
Wu Ling'er's attention was attracted by the uncomfortable feeling stirred by the breath, as if something was scurrying around inside her body. At the same time, she also felt the speed of the blood flowing from the wound on her left hand changing.
Much faster.
"Didi, drip, drip," the blurry sound of dripping blood made Wukou look at the basin of water that was rapidly turning red, his brows twitching. At this time, he did not dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing them.
"Chen Mo, I have a question." Wu Ling'er was lying on the recliner, looking at the ceiling of the room. There were no spider webs on the clean and tidy beams. ωωw.
"Say." Chen Mo straightened his body and closed his eyes, feeling the skin-to-skin contact between the two of them. Wu Ling'er's arm was slightly cooler than his own, not sure if it was because of blood loss. At this time, Chen Mo introduced his own
He didn't have a lot of blood, he was more using his own energy to squeeze out Wu Ling'er's own blood.
"If you give me all your cultivation, will I be as powerful as you?" Wu Ling'er asked a question derived from this situation.
This issue also aroused the military commanders' attention.
"There is indeed such a method for cultivation transition, but the effect is not what you think. This is a bit complicated." Chen Mo explained. "First of all, there are certain requirements for being transitioned, that is, it must be the second level of strength, because
A warrior in this realm will have a Qi realm within his body, which in layman’s terms is a bottle filled with water. Only with a bottle can water be filled.”
"Bottles can be big or small. Through our own practice, we warriors can make the bottle bigger to hold more water."
"The transition of cultivation is to pour other people's water into one's own body. A high cultivation level is like a low cultivation level. It is like pouring water from a large vat into a basin. The basin cannot hold so much and will overflow.
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"And the overflow of cultivation is not as simple as a basin overflowing and spilling excess water on the ground. The overflowing cultivation will turn into a savage beast, destroying the transitioning body, and in serious cases endangering life."
"But it's not like a basin. Even if it receives so much water, it will definitely change. The premise is that you won't be strangled to death."
"To sum up, even if the transition is successful, if the transition can absorb 40 to 50%, it is already a very good result."
"Then if a top master teaches me Qi, even if it is only 10% or 20%, then I can improve quickly." Wukou said in wonder at the side.
"Let's not talk about why this master did such a wasteful thing. Even if he is willing, the gap between the two is too big, and you will definitely die."
"Hey, I'm just telling you, don't take it seriously." Wu Kou chuckled.
Wu Ling'er's face turned white and her eyes felt sleepy, but she kept Chen Mo's words in mind.
Chen Mo opened his eyes and looked at the dark spots on her cheeks. Changes had begun to appear around the dark spots, indicating that the effect had recently taken effect, and the thought was obvious.
"I'm going to start increasing the amount of blood."
"Yeah." Wu Ling'er nodded.
Chen Mo's aura changed and he began to pull his own blood into Wu Ling'er's body. The cloth strips entwining their arms were also stained red by the blood that spilled out.
At this time, Wu Ling'er clearly felt Chen Mo's warm blood flowing through him, or maybe this was just his own illusion.
Her sleepiness and dizziness were getting worse and worse, forcing her to look for other topics to stimulate and distract herself.
"Chen Mo, master taught me things in this room. At that time, I loved to learn everything. Master seemed to know everything. He would always explain the truth to me in very simple words. He never wanted to talk like those old gentlemen.
What’s more, he said those things are too hard to pronounce, so if you want to learn, just learn from those people.”
"I once asked my master for martial arts lessons, but this was the only thing he refused to teach me. He said that my qualifications were mediocre, and it was not impossible for me to reach the peak of martial arts, but I could only deal with martial arts my whole life.
Then it would be a waste of my other talents, and it would be like picking up sesame seeds and losing the watermelon."
"I asked Master, what is my talent? He said, apart from martial arts, it is all talent. I know, he is lying to me. He just wants me to learn everything and let myself discover what I am best at. Later
I found that I am good at a lot of things, which is in line with what my master said before."
After saying this, Wu Ling'er smiled. Although it was a bit far-fetched, he was really happy, as if he was very happy during that time.
"Sister, I have a question I've been wanting to ask you." Wukou also joined in to distract his sister and satisfy some of his own petty thoughts.
"you say."
"Before I heard about you, I mean a long time ago, when you didn't know me. At that time, you were very arrogant and didn't look down on anyone. Even the gentlemen who taught you reading and literacy were angry with you.
Several of them ran away, right?" Wukou asked.
"Almost, just like Wu Feifei at this time, she is more stylish despite my arrogance."
"Sister, you can boast about this, you are awesome." Wukou gave her a thumbs up and continued: "Later on, you changed and became... neurotic. Many people say that things must be reversed when they go to extremes, but you are too
I’m smart, so I’m... crazy.”
"Indeed, it was Master who changed me. He told me that your knowledge is like a child playing house, childish, and then he led me to experience real knowledge."
"What knowledge?" Wukou also wanted to know.
Wu Ling'er smiled and said nothing, no matter how much the warrior begged, it was of no use.
...
Chen Mo didn't know how much blood flowed into Wu Ling'er's body. He just felt that her bright color was really difficult, but the changes in her cheeks were also very obvious. The area around the dark spots was almost loose, just like the knot of a wound.
The scar begins to separate from the flesh, and perhaps a little external force can make it fall off.
Chen Mo felt that it was almost done. He no longer invaded her body with his own breath. Without Chen Mo's guidance, the blood would not flow into Wu Ling'er's wound and enter her body. It would flow out naturally.
Chen Mo untied the strip of cloth, took out a medicine, poured it on his wound, rolled it a few times with a clean strip of cloth, tied it, and then started to help Wu Ling'er treat the wound.
"Are you okay?" Wu Ling'er said weakly, with cold sweat already appearing on his forehead. He felt very tired, like a very hungry person, and his whole body was weak.
Chen Mo bandaged her hands with medicine and said, "It's almost the same."
"I feel like I can still withstand it." Wu Ling'er forced a smile.
"This is just an experiment. I don't dare to bleed you too much. I don't know what will happen when our blood fuses, but judging from the current results, a circle of dark spots on your face has begun to break away."
Chen Mo took a look and said.
"Blood fusion? Isn't it something that only happens to close relatives?" Wukou also came over and helped Chen Mo treat his sister's wounds.
"Recognizing relatives by shedding blood? You are not accurate. I have many ways to make the blood of the two of us blend." Chen Mo said lightly. "The blending that I mentioned to your sister before has a deeper meaning.
To put it simply, let’s see if she will reject my blood. If so, she may be in danger.”
"ah?!!"
"However, judging from the current situation, she did not reject it, otherwise the dark spots on her face would not change. However, for safety reasons, I did not bleed too much." After Chen Mo finished bandaging, he reached out to her hand.
On the cheek, gently twist the side of the dark spot, and then slowly tear it apart, just like pulling a noodle, but this noodle is a bit disgusting.
Wukou swallowed his saliva on the side.
The black spots on the noodles fell off, revealing the tender white skin inside. It was torn from the face, along the neck, all the way to the chest. As long as the clothes didn't get stuck, Chen Mo didn't know what was going on inside, and Chen Mo wouldn't offer to take off the clothes.
Instead of talking about it, he broke it directly, and Chen Mo held the black noodles in the air, enjoying the gazes of the three people.
After watching it for a while, Chen Mo threw the thing into the charcoal stove. A raging blue flame came out, and then quickly turned into nothingness.
"Sister, how are you feeling now?" Wu Kou put Wu Ling'er's hand on the pure white blanket with some blood stains in her arms, and asked softly.
"I'm very tired and want to sleep." Wu Ling'er said and looked at Chen Mo. She didn't dare to sleep because he didn't let her rest.
"It's okay. The next step is to rest. But before that, we should find a doctor. The extra blood in her body will definitely cause some changes. Let a doctor diagnose, regulate and take care of her." Chen Mo suggested.
"Can't you?" Wu Kou blurted out.
"Chen Mo is tired too, so I won't bother him anymore." Wu Ling'er said weakly.
"I'm not good at this aspect, so I'd better find someone else, preferably a female doctor, which will be more convenient."
"I was good at it before, why am I no longer good at it?" Wukou said.
"It's different. I'm good at trauma, but I'm not very good at treating diseases. I can deal with minor illnesses. I have to see a doctor for serious illnesses. And what's on your sister's face is probably a trauma to me. It just so happens that I
I know how to cure it.”
"Wu Kou, go get Pei Ling." Wu Ling'er ordered.
Pei Ling was one of Wu Ling'er's maids, and Wu Kou knew her well. Wu Kou did not go downstairs, but called someone directly from the window.
After a while, a woman in a light yellow dress hurried upstairs with the anxious mood of the rest of her companions. She looked at the somewhat messy room and the traces of blood in the room, as well as a basin of blood.
Looking at the pale owner lying on the lounge chair, he was shocked.