Chapter 33: Doing something you know is impossible
The waning moon.
The moon is like a sickle.
It is like a sickle that is working endlessly and is bent hard by the hard labor.
This is Tang Ling at this time.
The night breeze slipped through the half-open window pane into the room where there was only the sound of breathing.
The wind blows and the lights tremble.
The lamp was covered with dead insects.
A few were driven to the ground by the night wind that slipped in, and landed at Tang Ling's feet, where they were immediately stuck to a pool of sweat.
At this moment, Tang Ling felt as if he had been fished out of water, sweat sliding down his neck and down his back, dripping to the ground under his feet.
Human survival mainly depends on five organs-liver, heart, spleen, lungs, and kidneys.
Lu Ren’s organs are all in very bad condition.
So she has to fix it one by one.
This requires calling on the knowledge system in the brain about the structure of human body organs. Tang Ling does not know much, so the difficulty and panic at this time are unimaginable to ordinary people.
It was something she never dared to think about.
At that time, the worries in her head were nothing more than the history teacher's recitation test tomorrow, classmate A stopped talking to me today, classmate B seemed to have some opinions about herself, the parent-teacher conference when she failed in the final exam, the teacher's disappointed eyes and the numbness of her parents.
The indifference...
These worries, large and small, were woven into a dense web, binding her to the three-acre land in front of her.
Outside the grid is the ridicule, frustration, rejection, jealousy...
Within the grid, there is no fighting with the world and everything is calm.
So she has never been willing, dared, or even dared to think about breaking through that net.
What I can’t do, what I can’t do.
But now, she can only force herself to do it.
Although my nerves were highly tense and I couldn't breathe, my hands and feet seemed to be no longer my own. They were only supported by my strong willpower, and I felt like I was about to go into shock at any time.
But she still never had the slightest thought of giving up.
This feeling was the same as when she was surrounded by a grid.
It's just that at that time, she desperately wanted to stay stuck and didn't dare to break through, but now she is desperately trying to break through and doesn't dare to stay where she is.
So what Song Nan said, sometimes he relies on force to practice, is actually a lesson he learned through blood and tears after thousands of years of practice in his previous life.
And people often have stronger courage and willpower when they want to protect something than when they want to protect themselves.
Tang Ling didn't understand this at this time.
She only knows that Lu Ren is her only partner in the Lingxian Sect besides Yao Yao.
She is smart, kind, and full of hope and expectation for everything. She goes for what she wants and never lets others hold her back.
When everyone was ostracizing her because of her identity and ability, she never felt dissatisfied or rejected herself at all. Instead, she always stood side by side with herself when she was being made things difficult for herself.
Although this feeling comes from a transaction.
But in the subsequent interactions, Tang Ling was very grateful for that transaction.
Let yourself know such a girl.
It turns out there are such girls.
It turns out that you can still see such scenery if you break through the grid.
Lu Ren is herself, she is such a person, and she is the person that Tang Lingxin longs for and likes.
This alone is enough for now.
And these thoughts were enough to inspire Tang Ling's courage.
This action is very inconsistent with his status as a noble elder and disciple.
But he was really curious.
Why haven't you come out yet?
Isn't it time to kill the person immediately?
Is it possible that he really has some ability?
Just now he heard from some handyman disciples that the sect elders Liu Sanzheng and Song Nan rushed back from outside the sect.
There is only one Song Nan in the Quanlingxian Sect, and that is the disciple of Zhen Sect elder Lu Qingfeng, a genius monk with Grade A advanced spiritual roots.
And this genius is Tang Ling’s senior brother.
Lu Si almost forgot that Tang Ling was a disciple of the elder of the Zhen sect, and Song Nan was her senior brother.
Didn’t Elder Liu go outside the sect to collect medicine?
Once this elder left home, he was completely lost and no one could find him.
How could Senior Brother Song find him?
Why would he come back?
Could it be because of the person in Tang Ling's arms?
What a joke, how can a sect elder be affected by the life of a mere handyman disciple?
But...
Lu Si scratched his hair slightly irritably.
Tang Ling hasn't come out yet. Is he really capable of curing her?
Impossible!
It is generally recognized that this loser has no ability.
So many pairs of eyes are looking at it, so many people are judging it, how could it be wrong!
With this thought in mind, he slowly opened the door a crack.
Through the narrow and slender gap, Lu Si saw the girl in black who was soaked with sweat and had a thin body.
The girl's eyes were closed tightly at this time, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, sliding down her thin face.
The five outstretched fingers covered the disciple lying on the bed, trembling slightly, but trying his best to control it.
What are you doing?
Lu Si's eyes narrowed slightly.
Is it possible that he really has some ability?
Then wouldn’t his obstruction just now become a joke!
If Elder Liu really comes here for this handyman disciple, how will he deal with himself then?
Lu Si bit his gums bitterly.
The night breeze that slipped in through the window panes was like the evil thoughts growing in his heart.
Putting his hand on the door, Lu Si opened the door and walked in.
Tang Ling's attention has reached a state of high concentration.
At this time, she had just completed the repair of three organs. Through the exploration of her spiritual sense, she could clearly see every rupture. Her control of spiritual power was also very precise, and she could repair the organs quickly and well. What makes Tang Ling strange is.
Although she had never sewed the human body like this before, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when she actually started sewing.
This sense of familiarity is like riding a flying carpet and flying birds in the sky for the first time, as if I have experienced it countless times.
It was this inexplicable sense of familiarity that supported her. Every time she encountered a sewing problem, the memories in her head were reopened as if they had been sealed for many years, and knowledge that she had never known before came in like crazy.
Being absorbed crazily by her.
So now her head is about to explode.
She needs to control the knowledge rushing around in her head, extract the most useful fragments from it, and then apply this knowledge into practice.
Tang Ling didn't know that this was actually a kind of inheritance that thousands of monks would envy but could not obtain.
She only felt that there were many secrets in the body she was in now, or that there was something wrong with the body's consciousness and memory.
And just when she was extremely nervous and desperately trying to control the turbulent knowledge in her brain, and wanted to continue sewing the next organ, a spiritual body suddenly appeared on Lu Ren's body in front of her.
It's a hand.
A long, black hand suddenly slapped her palm that was placed above Lu Ren's body.
All the memories of the riot suddenly stopped for a moment, and suddenly turned into an even more crazy rampage.
With no time to control the memory in his mind, Tang Ling tried his best to control the spiritual power in his palm, preventing the spiritual power from getting out of control in Lu Ren's body.
Clear veins sprouted from the thin white palm, and the other hand suddenly clenched the wrist of the hand that controlled the spiritual power, supported the palm, and took back all the spiritual power without leaving any trace.
"Deng Deng Deng!"
After the spiritual power was recovered, Tang Ling's whole figure was like a broken rubber band. He suddenly let go and took a few steps back, hitting the table behind him.
"Crash!" With a sound, the teapot on the table fell to the ground and shattered.
Accompanied by this shattering sound, Tang Ling's throat felt sweet and a mouthful of dark red blood spurted out.