Shi Yingxue has always known that Gong Tingyu has a good character, but now seeing that she has not lost her fighting spirit in this desperate situation, she can't help but feel a little emotional.
The indignation just now was gone. Shi Yingxue walked over and took Gong Tingyu's slightly trembling hand: "Senior sister, what are your plans now?"
Gong Tingyu laughed a little self-deprecatingly: "Actually, what else do I have planned? I am a useless person. Even if my Dantian is not completely destroyed, these nine cracks are enough to prevent me from practicing any more in my life, not to mention that I cannot absorb spiritual energy at all.
The spiritual energy cannot be absorbed, and I am destined to miss the chance of immortality in my life."
Shi Yingxue felt sad after hearing this, but she still forced a smile and said: "Senior sister, there is no perfect path for everyone, why should we be so sad? Maybe there is a way, so there is no need to be so pessimistic now."
Gong Tingyu shook his head speechlessly.
Shi Yingxue didn't believe it. She clearly remembered that Huang Daneng, the author of the "Green Bag Sutra", also suffered from a condition in his Dantian before practicing. However, he found the True Fire of Samadhi and smelted his Dantian. He reshaped his Dantian like a weapon and finally returned to his original state.
The road to immortality is smooth all the way up to the blue clouds.
Everything depends on man-made efforts. There are always immortals in this world who can repair Dantian. If Gong Tingyu doesn't even believe in himself, then he really can't do it.
Gong Tingyu knew that Shi Yingxue was comforting her. Originally, it was Shi Yingxue who saved her this time. She didn't want Shi Yingxue to be so sad for her, and so sad again. She blinked to hide the sourness in her eyes, and gently
He smiled and said, "Yes, that's what you said."
Shi Yingxue suddenly thought of Chan, and for some reason she was filled with emotion in her heart. She suddenly grabbed Gong Tingyu's hand and asked softly but firmly: "Senior sister, are you willing to sworn sworn vows with me and marry Jinlan?
We are both helpless now, so why not become sisters and share the joys and sorrows together."
Seeing Gong Tingyu's dumbfounded look, Shi Yingxue grabbed her hand again and said, "Senior sister, you and I will be sisters from now on. We will take care of each other and share the joys and sorrows. There is no difficulty that we cannot overcome. What's more, I
There is also a foster mother. If we meet again in the future, we are not orphans, but also sisters."
Gong Tingyu's tears rolled down again, and she held Shi Yingxue's hand tightly: "Yingxue, do you really not dislike me for being a useless person?"
Shi Yingxue smiled and shook her head: "Who said my sister is a useless person? Besides, no matter whether she is beautiful or ugly, strong or weak, my sister is my sister after all. How can I dislike my sister just because of this!"
Gong Tingyu cried more and more, but she finally showed a warm smile and nodded gently: "Okay, let's become sisters and we will be bound to Jinlan."
The rules for marrying Jinlan are different from those of a foster mother and a foster daughter. The method is quite quaint. The two cut their fingers separately and dripped them into the wine bowl. Their blood melted together and formed a blood contract.
Half for each person, drink it all in one gulp.
Seeing that Gong Tingyu agreed, Shi Yingxue took the lead in conjuring a small bowl. Just when she was about to take out the spirit wine, Gong Tingyu took out a small wine jar with exquisite paintings, pulled out the stopper, and poured it with great care.
Pour into a small bowl.
"This is the red wine my mother buried for me when I was born. She said that when my daughter gets married, she will dig out the wine and entertain the guests. I can't stand the greedy thing, so I'm sending that damn flower to Beidou.
The Sword Sect dug out a jar before and left, and now there is still half of it left." Gong Tingyu said slowly with lowered eyebrows, as if he had buried his carefree girlhood in the aroma of wine.
"Perhaps I have to thank the elders for not taking off my clothes, but for taking away all the jewelry rings on my hands and head. The armband on my arm is a small storage item.
There are still my spirit stone cards and some other useful things left in it, and now I can borrow my daughter Hong to pay homage to the deceased eldest lady of the Gong family."
Shi Yingxue didn't want her to say such depressing words, so she took the initiative to cut her finger and drip it into the wine. Gong Tingyu was bold and generous in nature, so when he saw Shi Yingxue without hesitation, he laughed loudly and put his hand
Cut it and let the blood drip in.
Two blood beads fell into the wine, and soon they were mixed with the clear wine, making it difficult to tell the difference between you and me.
Shi Yingxue transformed into a wine cup, divided the wine in the small bowl into two cups, and handed one cup to Gong Tingyu in front of her.
Gong Tingyu took it and drank it in one gulp with tears in her eyes.
The same was true for Shi Yingxue. The mellow wine in her mouth was bitter for some reason, as if it tasted like tears.
After Gong Tingyu drank all the wine in the small cup, she still held her daughter's red wine jar and drank sip after sip.
"With this first bite, I offer sacrifices to heaven, earth, and my parents.
With this second bite, I am sacrificing you and me, sacrificing my youthful spirit.
With this third mouthful, I will give these mountains and rivers the eternity, the torrent of time, and the Chaotian Palace from now on, it should also have the name of my palace Tingyu!"
Accompanied by the sound of the wine jar smashing to the ground, Gong Tingyu's voice was particularly loud and powerful, and her eyes shone slightly, just like they did when she first met Shi Yingxue.
Shi Yingxue just wanted to cheer, but she felt a pain in her fingertips. When she lowered her head and looked down, she found that her fingertips were bleeding.
This is very unusual. The physical fitness of cultivators is more than a little bit stronger than ordinary mortals. Normally, such a small wound would never heal after such a long time. What's wrong?
When Gong Tingyu saw Shi Yingxue suddenly stopped talking, he turned to look at her, only to find that she was looking at the wound on her fingertips. She also looked at her wound and let out a surprised sigh.
Although she is now half a disabled person, her body's self-healing ability is still much stronger than that of ordinary people. Shi Yingxue's body did not heal, and hers did not heal either.
what happened?
When Gong Tingyu pulled Shi Yingxue's hand, she unexpectedly felt a burning pain on her fingertips.
At the same time, Shi Yingxue also felt her eyes hurt, and she felt that her fingertips were uncontrollably wrapped in a slightly cold temperature. It was the spiritual fire that she had not yet figured out the origin of.
This ball of spiritual fire followed her fingertips and directly wrapped around Gong Tingyu's hand. Then the two of them watched helplessly as the ball of spiritual fire penetrated along Gong Tingyu's cut finger.
Inside her body!
Gong Tingyu's face suddenly became weird. It was also the first time for Shi Yingxue to encounter the situation where the spiritual fire was out of control. She didn't care anymore and said solemnly: "Sit cross-legged and let go of the restraints. I'll do it."
Channel the spiritual fire and don’t be afraid.”
The spiritual fire was flowing rapidly in Gong Tingyu's meridians. Gong Ting's face couldn't help but turn pale, but she still listened to Shi Yingxue's words and sat cross-legged, allowing Shi Yingxue's spiritual energy to slowly inject into her meridians.