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Luo Jiujiang seemed to have had a very long dream.
His consciousness was ups and downs in a black sea, and the surrounding sea water was salty, and every drop was as sharp as a blade. It hurt even his muscles and bones.
On the other hand, he was tired and tired, and even the sharp pain couldn't let him get out of his drowsiness. In a daze, a blood-stained figure faintly appeared in front of his eyes. The opponent's stature is still young, but the saber energy has already taken shape. The figure turned his back to him, repeating the same move over and over again, Luo Jiujiang watched it for a long time, and finally pointed out three or four things that could be improved.
? Although this knife seems a bit hasty and casual, but the style really suits my taste. Luo Jiujiang thought half-dream and half-awake, this trick seemed to be made up just for me.
He still stayed in the black sea, swaying around without any effort, surrounded by ice, he sank silently in the sea.
sleepy¡¡
There are faint sounds of flies and insects in the ear, humming a constant frequency repeatedly. Luo Jiujiang shook his head, but failed to drive away the voice, instead it seemed to be getting closer.
"is it enough"
What?
"Is only random snow enough?"
It doesn't seem to be the sound of mosquitoes, but why is it no longer clear?
The voice was getting closer and louder. This time Luo Jiujiang heard it clearly, it was not the buzzing of insects vibrating their wings, but a serious question.
"Is it enough to just mess around with the snow?"
What is Luanxueyuan Before this thought flashed through his mind, a firm voice emerged from the bottom of Luo Jiujiang's heart: Not enough! How can the chaotic snowfield be enough? He wants to pierce the sky of this world!
The familiar figure repeatedly waving a knife in front of his eyes suddenly stopped, and a strong sense of d¨¦j¨¤ vu and memories before coma flooded his face. Luo Jiujiang suddenly realized that the blood-stained boy in black was actually displaying his own self in the chaotic snowfield. .
Luo Jiujiang woke up with a start.
When he opened his eyes, he felt as if he had died once.
Although the meridians all over Luo Jiujiang's body no longer hurt sharply, the long and itchy soreness is not much better. He lay on the ground and rested for a long time before he had the strength to raise one arm, but the next moment he was startled by the dense blood that seemed to be flowing on his arm.
Gathering his mind, Luo Jiujiang finally realized that he was being written with blood from his fingertips, and countless small characters were written with blood. There was a slight light flickering on the blood stains attached to the skin, and he didn't know how long he had been covered , but still not dry.
"Are you awake?" Xie Chuncan said hoarsely not far away. Luo Jiujiang turned his eyes and saw that the other party's eyes were blue, his expression was haggard, his upper body was naked, and the three blood spots on his left wrist were arranged very neatly.
"Cough" Luo Jiujiang cleared his throat a few times, opened the throat that seemed to be stuck together, and then said weakly: "Thank you, brother, for helping me."
Before he closed his eyes, he was already in a state of lying down and waiting to die, but now he was able to see the light of day again, with these bloody words on his body, thinking with his toes, he should understand what Xie Chuncan did for him.
"No thanks." Xie Chuncan said wearily. Previously, Luo Jiujiang's traumatic injuries, internal injuries, and meridian injuries all turned into a mess of porridge. At the beginning, the words he wrote on Luo Jiujiang's back were as big as a square inch. Later, he found that this could only make Luo Jiujiang die more slowly. He can only do it all over again.
Shuqi requires extremely high attention, and Luo Jiujiang's situation is too scary. Xie Chuncan can be said to be racing against the odds against the odds, and in the end, Luo Jiujiang really put half his foot into the underworld. Pulled back by Shengsheng.
For this, he dipped his fingernails in blood and wrote petite characters all over Luo Jiujiang's body, until his fingers were almost worn out in the end.
Luo Jiujiang lay on the ground for more than a moment and felt that his condition was better again. He sat up slowly propping up the stone slab, carefully looked at the writing on his hands, and read with interest: "Xantaozi, the root is bitter, the nature is mild, and it is non-toxic Brother Xie, what did you write?"
Xie Chuncan closed his eyes since Luo Jiujiang woke up, and leaned against the side wall to rest silently. He didn't even lift his head when he heard Luo Jiujiang's question, and said in a rough voice: "The Compendium of Materia Medica that I can memorize In the article, I basically wrote everything I could write." After a pause, he added, "Except Motherwort."
Luo Jiujiang: "" He laughed dumbfounded, and then replied solemnly after a while, "Thank you so much, brother, otherwise I would have almost killed two brothers."
"Motherwort treats amenorrhea, and the medicine that saves your life is motherwort." Xie Chuncan's head has already opened.Like a chicken pecking at rice bit by bit, the voice gradually weakened, the ending sound was almost inaudible, and the tone was full of sleepiness, "I can write that."
Luo Jiujiang: ""
The monk who established the foundation has already fasted, and hardly needs to sleep. Xie Chuncan, however, was able to fall asleep vaguely while talking, obviously exhausted and unable to sustain himself. Luo Jiujiang's eyes softened, and his mouth was tightly shut.
He supported his body, which was still broken and stagnant, stood up as quietly as possible, and then gently helped Xie Chuncan to the ground from a position of half leaning against the wall and half bent over, so that he could sleep soundly. Get comfortable.
After finishing all this, Luo Jiujiang turned back to the ground where he lay down and rested before, picked up his torn and shapeless robe and put it on casually, looking back and forth at the stone room where the two lived with a pair of sharp eyes.
When falling from the snowy field, Luo Jiujiang's consciousness was a little trance, and the whole person seemed to be stepping lightly on the cotton, but the feeling of suddenly being empty under his feet was not very clear. He concentrated on recalling for a long time before he roughly pieced things together.
At that time, when he slashed with the knife, he didn't know what aroused it, which made him step on the ground, and fell into this stone room together with Xie Chuncan. However, this stone chamber
Luo Jiujiang thought for a moment, then held down the long knife on his waist. The blade, which was as dark as the night, was quietly pulled out, but after Luo Jiujiang looked back at Xie Chuncan, who was sleeping soundly, he was silently returned to the sheath.
The next moment, Luo Jiujiang's palm hit the stone wall firmly, making a muffled blunt sound, which did not wake anyone up.
This palm left a shallow palm print on the stone wall. Luo Jiujiang shook his numb hand from the backlash, roughly estimated the thickness of the stone wall, and frowned unconsciously.
Even a patient like him who has just recovered from a serious injury can leave traces on the stone wall, not to mention the monks who came prepared to hunt them down. He saw that the leading monk, Lu Qi, looked paranoid and puzzled. He was afraid that if he didn't dig three feet into the ground, it would not be considered a settlement. When the other party found a layer of stone roof, he would probably dig a big hole out.
However, this stone room was so quiet and stable, there was no sign of "passive construction".
Either that Lu Qi and a group of monks suddenly went blind, or there is something weird in this stone room.
Luo Jiujiang pressed his ear against the stone wall for a while, and then turned to the corner of the room to grope and probe inch by inch after failing. The room is well ventilated, but the walls are tightly closed. Luo Jiujiang knocked on each stone brick carefully, with his ears always upright, listening to their movements.
When rubbing the smooth brick surface with his fingers again, Luo Jiujiang paused slightly with his index finger.
Although it is almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, he can still detect the difference in this small piece of wall with the different tactile sensations under his fingers. After repeated confirmation many times, Luo Jiujiang carved the shape of the pattern on the ground with the tip of a knife like a gourd.
It seemed to be a clam shell.
Just as he continued to test this wall, and tapped the pattern with the handle of the knife for the third time, Xie Chuncan shook his head and groaned, barely struggling out of the chaotic dream, and said in a bad mood : "Where are you breaking ground?"
"This house is not quite right, let me try it." Luo Jiujiang straightened up and smiled happily, "Brother Xie is awake?"
"Your jingling voice has smashed a basket. I'm a dead person, so I should be woken up by your prying the coffin." Xie Chuncan supported the wall and stood up, rolling his eyes at Luo Jiujiang. , "Brother Yu, next time you can let Brother Wei give you less blood. This time I put seventy to eighty catties of red goods to rescue you. If you want to have another time, Brother Xian will have to suck you alive done."
"Brother Xie is too polite and humble. You are a nobleman. An arm is usually three to five hundred catties, which is not much. Seventy or eighty catties is only the weight of a thin hair. How can it hurt your fundamentals?"
"you'd better go away." Xie Chuncan scolded his loyal cross talk partner, but still stepped forward and pulled Luo Jiujiang's arm, carefully observed the color of the book on it, and poked it again. Probing Luo Jiujiang's meridians and confirming that he is getting better before putting down his wrist.
Luo Jiujiang followed his gaze, and saw that the bloody writing on his body seemed to have faded a bit, and he couldn't help laughing: "The thing Xie wrote to me can't be wiped off, but fortunately, it can fade by itself. Looking at the small broken characters all over my body, not to mention the Ax Gang Qinglong Association, even a bookstore is not willing to accept me."
"Don't worry, Jiujiang." Xie Chuncan snorted and laughed, and took a look at Luo Jiujiang's face covered in blood like ants, so that he could hardly see the truth, "Just for your bright future of doing odd jobs in the bookstore , this color will not fade so fast. You have to wait until your lover finds you, and when you are panting at night, it is called "Atractylodes macrocephala Wuqian". All night."
Luo Jiujiang was taken aback for a moment, puzzled and said: "What?"
Xie Chuncan was also taken aback, and coughed after a while: "I'm sorry, you should just pretend you didn't listen. No matter how old or young you are, this place only divides the living and the dead. I'm used to it, and I can't help but say anything I forgot that you are not very old." (Remember this website website: www.hlnovel.com)¡¯, it has to be enough for people to recite for a whole night. "
Luo Jiujiang was taken aback for a moment, puzzled and said: "What?"
Xie Chuncan was also taken aback, and coughed after a while: "I'm sorry, you should pretend you didn't listen. No matter how old or young you are, this place only divides the living and the dead. I'm used to it, and I can't help but say anything. I forgot that you are not very old." (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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