A plate of off-white, still slightly steaming brains was placed quietly on the table, its breath drifting in the wind, bending and swirling.
"Eat. Today's portion." Zhang Rongfang sat cross-legged in the Immortal Cave, eyes slightly closed, looking at the statue of the white-scaled god placed opposite.
The statue trembled, but there was no movement.
"This is all we have now. If you don't want to eat it, just take it away. First\./发\./Update\./新`.8`.2`.小`. said" Zhang Rongfang said calmly.
After a moment of silence, the statue slowly flew out a small silver thread from its one eye and slowly penetrated into its brain.
"The environment is like this. If you don't adapt, you will suffer." Zhang Rongfang sighed, "Think about it, compared to you sleeping underground all the time, now you have food every day, isn't it much better?"
White scale god:
She felt that there was something wrong with her and what the other party said was wrong, but she didn't know how to refute it.
Seeing the brain slowly losing its luster, a trace of pity flashed in Zhang Rongfang's eyes.
"Don't worry, eat. There will be more at the back, so you can bring fresh ones at any time."
really……
After five days of testing, it turned out that the White-Scale God had eaten too much pig brains and his brain was already a little stupid.
In the past, she would still give reasonable and well-founded rebuttals, but as the days went by, she was obviously much slower now.
This gave Zhang Rongfang a new understanding of the way gods and Buddhas exist.
After the White Scale Shenlian had eaten two servings of brain flakes, he asked the waiter to take them away before he started today's topic again.
After eating every day, we would chat about the secrets he was interested in, and this gradually became a tacit little secret between the two of them.
"Today I want to know what the purpose of the cloud of suspicion is? Why does this thing exist?"
"Suspicious clouds and mist..." The White Scale God thought for a while. "That actually comes from the natural gods. The natural gods were originally said to come from outside the sky. They are born to have a negative impact on all living creatures around them.
, so the great road derived from the clouds of doubt and mist, wrapping it up. In fact, according to our understanding, the clouds of doubt and mist are not an ability belonging to gods and Buddhas, but should be a means of protecting the creatures around gods and Buddhas."
"A way to protect other creatures around gods and Buddhas?" Zhang Rongfang understood instantly.
"Could it be that the suspicion and mist are to isolate the special abilities of gods and Buddhas?" he asked.
"That's right." Bai Lin affirmed, "Innate gods naturally possess an ability, and that is heart-melting!"
"Heart-melting?"
"If it melts into the heart, it will be unforgettable and will last forever!" Bai Lin explained, "As long as any intelligent creature has seen the existence of gods and Buddhas and remembers the true appearance of gods and Buddhas, it can become a mark and provide a part of the universe.
Void, shape our dwelling place.”
"Wait a minute, are you saying that Taixu was created and shaped by people who saw the true forms of gods and Buddhas?" Zhang Rongfang asked suddenly.
Bai Lin stopped talking, probably because he accidentally said something he shouldn't have said.
The statue also quickly stopped shaking and lost a layer of subtle luster.
This means that today’s Q&A is over. If you have any doubts, please wait for the next time.
Zhang Rongfang is not in a hurry, there is a long way to go, just take your time.
Anyway, the opponent is in the palm of his hand, and he can't escape.
After confirming that the white-scaled god was motionless, he stood up, slowly walked out of the cave, and stood on the Immortal Platform.
The daily routine is over and it's time to go to the medical clinic.
His daily life is like this now. He gets up in the morning and practices here, gives instructions to his disciples, and collects information by asking questions and answering questions from Bai Lin.
Then around noon, I go back to the medical clinic, where I see a doctor while being distracted by helping the children fulfill their children's wishes and collecting butterflies.
The medical clinic is open until seven o'clock in the evening. I call it a day and go to my sister's house for dinner.
After dinner, I played with my nephew.
Chatting about current affairs with my brother-in-law who came back from get off work, bragging and spanking.
The day passed like this.
Sometimes my brother-in-law went on a business trip and it was inconvenient for him to stay in the inner courtyard of the mansion at night, so he would buy some snacks and drink some raspberry juice at the newly opened snack street in the city to relieve his tiredness.
This kind of life is dull and simple, but it makes people feel at ease.
Zhang Rongfang had always wanted to live a life like this. Now that he was living it, he felt a little bored for some reason.
Shanren Medical Center.
As soon as he entered the store, a few minutes after Zhang Rongfang sat down, a familiar figure came into the store.
Today, Lu Meisha changed into a light green slim-fitting outfit commonly worn by martial arts practitioners, and tied a pair of white soft leather gloves with wrist guards around her waist.
With her long hair tied up high, she looks capable and heroic. She looks like she has a good posture, very similar to those martial arts women outside.
But just looking at her hands, you can understand that this guy is just imitating her appearance.
People who practice martial arts, among other things, will definitely have calluses on their hands.
There are a lot of calluses for practicing martial arts, and those who practice weapons will also have calluses on specific areas.
With her hands like this, delicate and white, and skin like pig skin, she is from a young lady at first glance.
"Today, your place is still as busy as ever." Lu Meisha couldn't help but sigh after entering the door.
"Just let it go." Zhang Rongfang meditated cross-legged, still sitting behind the counter like a statue, motionless.
"Speaking of which, do you really know how to treat a doctor?" Lu Meisha stared at the other party, a little curious.
She has the kind of foxy face with baby fat cheeks and charming eyes. If her mouth hadn't been so poisonous, she might have been many times more lucky than she is now.
As long as she doesn't talk nonsense, she still looks pretty good.
"I know a little bit," Zhang Rongfang said calmly.
"Then can you show me? I feel a little uncomfortable recently." Lu Meisha rolled her eyes and said softly.
Zhang Rongfang opened his eyes and looked at her.
Then he took out a small bag from the drawer on the side and threw it away.
"Take one pill a day and take it after meals in the evening."
"!?" Lu Meisha looked confused and hurriedly caught the bag. She didn't even say what was wrong, but now the medicine came?
Zhang Rongfang could see it clearly with just a glance in the dark.
It's just that the blood vessels are stagnant in some places, and it can be cured by taking some medicine to unblock the blood vessels.
"Okay, I'll go back and eat..." Lu Meisha said dubiously, "By the way, there will be a Western Tea Garden Party held in the city in the next two days. Do you want to go with us? I happen to have a lot of invitation documents.
"
"Tea... I'm not interested, thank you." Although Zhang Rongfang is free now, he is not wasting his time completely.
Lu Meisha continued to look for words and stayed in the hospital for a long time before slowly leaving with some reluctance.
Time passed like this day by day.
On the afternoon of the third day, Zhang Rongfang was about to get up and close the door, and asked Xiaodong and Xiaoxia to clean up the door.
Then he saw Lu Meisha running in again in a hurry.
Her eyes were as bright as fire, staring closely at Zhang Rongfang.8\ /2\ /z\ /w\ /. /c\ /o\ /mBut she did not speak.
"?" Zhang Rongfang looked at her doubtfully, waiting for her to speak.
"It's okay." Lu Meisha suddenly smiled brightly, turned around and left.
She ran out of the medical center in a few steps and ran for hundreds of meters until she reached the corner of the street. She stood behind a newly opened wonton stall and looked back at the medical center.
Now she finally understood that what her brothers and sisters said turned out to be true.
Zhang Rongfang pretended to be dismissive on the surface, but in fact he was secretly caring about her.
The proof is the medicine.
After she returned, she took it half-heartedly for two days, and then she felt that her body was much more relaxed, and several hidden ailments on her body had disappeared.
It was now the third day, and she felt as if her whole body felt lighter.
My mood suddenly became brighter.
After that, she went to many other doctors and got the same answer. It was basically impossible to accurately prescribe the medicine just by looking at it, and the medicine could cure the disease.
Unless the former medical saint is reincarnated.
But it is obviously impossible for Zhang Rongfang to reach this level.
Therefore, there is only one possibility.
That is...Zhang Rongfang has actually been paying attention to her silently, observing her, and collecting her various physical conditions...
When she thought of this, Lu Meisha's heart couldn't help but tremble.
"Now that I think about it, for this kind of physical problem, he must have already prepared the medicine for me. Otherwise, why would he immediately take out the medicine as soon as I asked? I'm afraid he had already prepared the medicine and was just waiting for an excuse. Send me treatment."
Lu Meisha unconsciously felt a little sweet in her heart.
But immediately, she shook her head quickly to get rid of this feeling.
"No, why do I have feelings for him, Zhang Rongfang? It must be a misunderstanding! Just like him! Even if he is a high-level warrior, he can't just hang out outside, and he will eventually come back to ask my brother to take care of Anjia."
I thought so, but the seasonal movement that just flashed through my heart could not be ignored after all.
Lu Meisha reached out and covered her chest, feeling that she needed to adjust her mood first.
In any case, although Zhang Rongfang is very capable, the proud men introduced to him by his family have much stronger family backgrounds than him.
No matter how you choose, it will be better than choosing Zhang Rongfang.
After all, do the great spiritual nobles have few high-quality warriors under their command? Is it not as good as a martial arts genius with a Confucian background?
But... what if he really likes me and is willing to give everything, even his life?
Will you... 8\ /2\ /z\ /w\ /. /c\ /o\ /m
This thought flashed through her mind. Lu Meisha's heart skipped a beat and she didn't dare to think about it any more.
Immediately, she suppressed her thoughts, quickly turned around and left quickly.
She now understands why Zhang Rongfang was willing to come back to Wushan Mansion and deliberately pissed off her former friend. It was probably just for herself...
How about giving him a chance?
**8**2**Little** said**
Inside Shanren Medical Center.
Zhang Rongfang slowly stretched out his hand, picked up a small ball of paper that had just been thrown in, and unfolded it to take a look.
After reading, mash the paper into pieces and throw it into the brazier to be burned.
"Xiaodong Xiaoxia, just watch the hospital obediently and buy what you want to eat. There is your money in the drawer."
"Yes sir." The two children replied obediently.
Zhang Rongfang nodded, walked out of the hospital, and looked up at the sky.
The sun sets, leaving only a trace hanging in the sky.
The red light is like an arrow, penetrating through the ladder clouds and dyeing everything in the sky and earth into one color.
He lowered his head and walked quickly towards the outside of the city.
After walking only a few steps, a violent sound of firecrackers suddenly came from a house across the street in the distance to the left.
Then came the sound of suona and gongs and drums.
The music sounded festive, and there were women singing along with the lyrics, which seemed to be folk songs from some places.
The general idea is to ask the bride not to be impatient, put up her hijab, and wait for the groom, who is riding a big horse to drive away evil spirits and use red threads and drums to take the bride home.
This strong sense of joy also diluted the sadness caused by the previous mob turmoil.
Looking back, with some emotion in his heart, Zhang Rongfang quickened his pace, left the city, and rushed towards the direction described in the note.
After driving for about half an hour, we finally arrived at our destination... 8\ . /2\ . /小\ . / Speak. /First\ . /Fa\ . /Update\ . /New~~