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Chapter 62: The Flower in the Palm

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    Before Luo Jiujiang tied the hair that he had just pulled out into a knot, the whole environment faded away like the tide, it was only two breaths, the warm sunshine on the island, the flowering trees like umbrellas and crowns, and the limp lying on the ground  The [Han Qianling] all disappeared without a trace like a bubble.

    The hair on his hand also disappeared along with this illusion.  The short-lived [Han Qianling] was like a big dream, leaving nothing for Luo Jiujiang.

    On the contrary, the memories that he had previously been imprisoned by this illusion - all, after being separated from Han Qianling, all the memories when he entered this dead land came back to his mind.

    Just now he did notice many things wrong with that [Han Qianling], but that was only due to his understanding of Qianling, not because he remembered everything after Dabi.

    At this moment, he finally knew where the weird and intense longing and concern he had just now came from, and he also understood where the youthful and reluctant joy and love came from.

    Qianling

    Luo Jiujiang sighed secretly in his heart, and turned his attention away almost half-forcibly, not teaching himself to spend too much time on this tenderness.

    Skillfully running his spiritual power and wandering through the meridians for a week, he ended his internal inspection of the dantian and confirmed that his internal injuries were almost healed. Luo Jiujiang lowered his eyes and looked at himself again.

    Previously, Xie Chuncan used blood to paint his small script called "Shu Qi", which is said to be used for healing.  When he had enough energy to repeatedly swing the knife across the walls carved with clam shells, the color of the book had already dimmed a bit. Now that most of the injuries have healed, the bloody characters painted on the skin were even more blurred to the point of being invisible.  clear.  Calculating based on the current situation, in just two or three hours, these book prayers will be able to retire.

    Luo Jiujiang breathed a sigh of relief, and his muscles were slightly loose.  As he opened his palm, a half-budded snow-white flower also fell to the ground.

    All right, why did the flowers get into his palm?

    Luo Jiujiang blinked, and at the same time realized that there seemed to be something in the palm of his left hand.

    He turned his hand over to look, and saw another half-bloomed rootless white flower.

    "That's strange" Luo Jiujiang became curious, and simply picked up the flower on the ground to compare and look at it.  I saw that these two flowers were both of the same pure white color, and both of them were half-filled with buds, with a soft and smooth layer faintly appearing on the petals.  As if they were replicas, the angles at which the two buds bloomed were exactly the same.

    There are tens of thousands of pure white flowers in the world. In the days when Luo Jiujiang was suppressed and endorsed by Luo Cang, he had memorized at least a hundred kinds.  But Luo Jiujiang knows only one kind of this kind that blooms from the palm of the hand, the brilliance is warm and introverted, and the two flowers can be exactly the same.

    The flower in the palm.

    This kind of flower is very miraculous, like the inscription conch given to him by Han Qianling, it is almost extinct.  It is said that it can only germinate in the palm of a person, and only the three purest people can make the petals fully bloom. It is said that when the flower in the palm slowly opens, those who look directly at it will see the most beautiful in the world.

    The only people who can make it open are just born babies, eminent monks who have attained enlightenment, and unformed Nascent Souls.  However, just because the conditions for flowering and fruiting are too harsh, the palm flower has another characteristic: when the palm flower is dense enough in one place, it will create "purity" by itself in order to be able to reproduce.

    "I can make half of this flower bloom, and three of my six roots are pure. This way, although I can't compare with a Taoist monk, I can always be regarded as a great monk who has accumulated virtue for many years. It doesn't look bad." Luo Jiujiang smacked his lips and said.  .

    The next moment he suddenly raised his head, his eyes widened instantly¡ª¡ª

    Because he suddenly understood what the "black dust" that was floating in the air here, round like sand grains, was.

    These "dust" are the seeds of the flowers in the palm.

    Even the ancient book that Luo Cang threw to him did not know the seeds of its specific description.

    After realizing this, a layer of cold sweat slowly oozes from Luo Jiujiang's back.  He has now fully realized that the illusion he just fell into was not intentionally arranged by the owner of this place, it was purely because the seeds of palm flowers in this underground palace were too dense.

    This flower "makes purity" by itself.

    If a newborn baby is a blank piece of paper and has no experience and experience of the world, it is considered pure. Is a person whose memory has been washed away by layers of illusions considered pure?  If Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling hadn't faced each other day and night for many years, they were too familiar with each other, and it was enough to find something wrong in a short conversation. At this time, he still didn't know what kind of ending he would face.

    However at the beginning he??.  At this moment, Luo Jiujiang felt a flash: Xie Chuncan was firmly shrouded in a certain shadow that he couldn't get rid of.

    "Father! Mother! Sister! Uncle! Wake up! Wake up!" Xie Chuncan's voice was far out of the helpless range, sharp and frightening, with a kind of desperation that made one's heart clenched while listening.  , "I don't, I can't do it! You fuck off! I can't ugh!"

    Xie Chuncan's muscles suddenly tightened, as if someone had strangled his neck, a series of gurgling sounds came out of his throat, and his face quickly turned purple, as if he had stopped breathing.  Luo Jiujiang pounced on his back, lost his spiritual power like money, and pinched him heavily with the other hand.

    After ten breaths, Xie Chuncan regained his breath. He burst into tears, panting eagerly, and clenched his teeth, crying, "Don't kill me"

    "Do not kill me¡­¡­"

    "I'm going to step on I'm going to step on"

    "I'm going to step on Daddy's face Daddy, please forgive me, forgive me" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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