"Did I do something wrong?" Bing Hai hesitated for a moment and chose to ask Long Xiangtian: "But I heard that if you want to make friends, you just need to be nice to them."
Long Xiangtian finally understood why Binghai had poured wine for him when she saw him drunk, and had stayed with him until dawn, and even didn't care when he lay on her. Now she came to watch his competition and cared about him so much, probably because she wanted to show that she was good to him.
Long Xiangtian suddenly felt that although Bing Hai's appearance and strength were extraordinary, he seemed a little pitiful.
"Why do you want to be friends with me?" Long Xiangtian didn't understand. Binghai was obviously aloof by nature, so why would he suddenly say that he wanted to be friends with him
Binghai shook his head and said nothing.
Long Xiangtian didn’t know whether Binghai didn’t want to say or he didn’t know, but he didn’t pursue the matter any further.
"I'll do it."
Long Xiangtian took the porcelain bottle from Binghai and took off his bloodstained tattered shirt. Then he smeared the white paste in the porcelain bottle on his wound. A chill immediately spread from Long Xiangtian's wound to his whole body.
Bing Hai stood beside Long Xiangtian and just looked at his scarred body silently, as if she didn't have any of the reservedness that a girl should have.
"The wound on your back can't be healed, I'll help you."
Suddenly Binghai spoke again and expressed his desire to help Long Xiangtian apply the medicine.
Long Xiangtian was slightly stunned. What Binghai said made sense, but Long Xiangtian still felt weird about letting a girl he didn't know well help him apply medicine.
After thinking about it, Long Xiangtian decided to reject Binghai's proposal. He planned to go back and ask the fat boy to help him treat the scars on his back.
"Can you tell me where I went wrong?" Bing Hai felt that he had said too much, but after thinking about the contents of the previous letter, he made up his mind to ask Long Xiangtian.
"You didn't do anything wrong, it's your attitude that's wrong."
Long Xiangtian now understood what Binghai was struggling with. It was probably because of something he wrote in the letter he gave her that made her eager to integrate into other people's lives. But Binghai's personality made her not have any acquaintances, so she came to him.
Long Xiangtian was right. When Binghai got the letter, she read it over and over again. The senior had been confused for a long time, so she naturally didn't want Binghai, who practiced the same technique as her, to be confused in the world of love and desire like her.
So in that letter, the senior told Binghai about what Long Xiangtian had said about his understanding of lust and his views on their current cultivation methods. If it were just that, it wouldn't have caused such a major change in Binghai's heart. The most important thing was that the senior's motherly dissuasion in the letter touched Binghai deeply, making Binghai very eager to understand lust and love.
As for why she chose Long Xiangtian as her target, it was not only because there were not many people who had a friendship with Binghai, but also because Binghai knew that those ideas that had greatly shaken his practice were all proposed by Long Xiangtian. That was why she became interested in Long Xiangtian when she saw him on Baidong Mountain.
However, even though Binghai's thoughts were shaken, her personality did not change much. She just knew that if she wanted to have friends, she just needed to be nice to others, and she knew nothing about other things.
When Long Xiangtian said that her attitude was wrong, she was stunned and didn't know what Long Xiangtian was referring to.
When Long Xiangtian saw Bing Hai's confused face, he knew that she had no idea what he was talking about. Thinking of the look of decline in the obsession of his predecessor, he felt very sorry and began to explain patiently to Bing Hai.
"If you want to experience the love and desire of this world, it is not enough to just be good to others, you must also have desire yourself."
"Of course, you do have it, but you didn't notice it, or it was deeply hidden because of the special reason of the technique. But you want to be friends with me, which is a very good start, but friends are not maintained by actions, but by the heart."
"You should go out more often, look around you more, and even smile more. When your heart becomes richer, you will naturally understand love and desire without anyone explaining it to you."
After hearing what Long Xiangtian said, Binghai stood there in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.
Well, after talking for so long, it seems that Binghai still doesn't understand at all. At this time, Long Xiangtian was extremely curious about the practice of Binghai. What kind of practice could achieve such an effect? It must be an evil practice.
Suddenly, the corners of Binghai's mouth rose slightly, but it seemed extremely stiff, and the fake smile was clearly shown on Binghai's face.
Although Long Xiangtian felt that Bing Hai's smile was indeed too forced, he still encouraged her and said, "That's right. Smile more in the future. Girls still look better when they smile."
Binghai was stunned after hearing Long Xiangtian's words. He suddenly remembered that someone had said the same thing to him many years ago, but now that person could never see his smile again.
Bing Hai nodded to Long Xiangtian and then walked out, but he still left a message to Long Xiangtian: "I will think about what you said first, and I will come to you when I figure it out."
Long Xiangtian smiled and shook his head, but there was nothing he could do. He had to wait for Binghai to leave, then changed into new clothes and returned to the dormitory.
When Long Xiangtian just returned to the dormitory, before the little fat man asked any questions, he directly threw the small porcelain bottle to him and asked him to help him apply the medicine. When Long Xiangtian took off his shirt, the little fat man was also shocked by the scars on Long Xiangtian's body and was speechless.
Although Long Xiangtian recovered quickly every time he was injured, some scars would always remain. Over time, the scars covered Long Xiangtian's entire body. Combined with the new scars caused by his previous fight with Wen Hao, he looked very hideous.
“Boss, you are not taking your own life seriously.” The little fat boy, who was afraid of death, could never imagine how Long Xiangtian could endure so many scars, especially the scars on his back which had some charred marks, but when Long Xiangtian came in, he was as if nothing had happened.
"It's the people who want to kill me who don't take my life seriously."
Although Long Xiangtian said it casually, the little fat boy felt a sense of desolation from it. Indeed, who would not take their own life as their own, and who would want to be covered in scars if possible, but sometimes it has to be done this way, people always have things that need to be protected desperately.