The sea is hot and the tide is rising under the scorching sun.
And he was like a boat, swaying in the tide.
Before his consciousness completely disappeared, Shen Du still couldn't see clearly the monk's dark eyes in the shadows. To him, this monk can't speak, like a wordless book.
Can't see through.
Can't read.
The colic pain in his internal organs gradually weakened when he was in a coma and slumber, as if some force had driven away, neutralized, and defeated...
A surge of warmth surged through the pulse.
Soon all his damaged meridians were nourished by this warm current, and even the evil spirit that had been lingering in his body for a long time was also diluted a lot.
The whole person seems to be bathed in the Buddha's light.
Peaceful, neutral.
Protecting his heart is a kind of masculine and masculine aura that does not belong to him at all, but it is not violent at all, but rather has a kind of steady gentleness.
This time, there are no nightmares.
Shen Du dreamed that he walked into a paradise, there were no insects and birds, it was quiet and quiet, but instead of peach blossoms, a tree of cold plums was planted.
The residual snow disappeared, and the plum petals gradually fell.
The warm sunlight fell, and every piece of snow and every plum blossom seemed to glow under the azure blue sky.
He walked gently from one end of Merlin to the other, and the breeze he brought up rolled up the fallen plum petals along the road, and let them slip away quietly with the wind.
There seems to be a person standing under the largest plum tree in front.
He was all white, just like Mei Xue.
In the dream, he stopped and seemed to shout.
So the man turned around.
Shen Du didn't know why, but he subconsciously felt that this face must be blurred when he turned around, but when the other party turned around, he could see the familiar eyebrows clearly...
"Monk..."
In a blur, he opened his mouth and shouted.
Immediately woke up.
The clear sky light shone in from the half-opened window, dispelling the darkness in his eyes, making those eyes as clear as pure water and glass.
Still a bamboo hut.
It's just that the incense should have just been burned.
Even with the breeze blowing away, the room is still filled with the scent of white sandalwood, which is stronger than before. Just a slight smell can make people feel calm.
It should be furnished as before.
Outside the window is the green bamboo forest, and the swaying and tall shadow can be seen through the half-opened window.
Shen Du frowned slightly and blinked before getting used to the bright light. When I turned over and sat up, I felt that my body was as light as a swallow. Not only had all the dark wounds in my body gone, but even the damaged meridians had completely healed!
The cultivation base skill has increased greatly!
After being instructed by that wise monk Zenzai, 30% of the Qicheng power, which was finally recovered, has been abolished.
He just held his breath, secretly used his inner strength, and he was taken aback by the simple feeling.
You must know that he has been in the Demon Dao for ten years, and has been listed as the first-class master in the world for ten years. As far as cultivation is concerned, it is always very fast at the beginning of learning, and the more difficult it is, the more difficult it is.
So in recent years, his cultivation base has hardly moved.
This is because his martial arts has reached a very high level, and if he wants to go further, he must wait for the Six Harmonies to cultivate to the realm of great achievement.
Now that Liuhe Divine Art is far from Dacheng, it is obviously still a line away, but his cultivation has increased by a lot...
The thoughts in my mind were a little confused.
Shen Du lowered his head and looked at it, and found that he had put on a clean inner shirt, and the robe that had been stained with blood had been washed and dried, and was stacked in the corner of the cabinet.
So he finally remembered the scenes that happened before the coma.
The monk who vomited blood.
Peeling robes.
And finally...
When he thought of a certain detail, he only felt that the air was getting hot, and he couldn't sit still. His feet fell to the ground, and he got off the Arhat bed and stood on the edge of the bed.
The two legs were a little weak.
This time, he almost didn't stop.
A place behind him that was inhumane, I don't know when it has been cleaned up, but the feeling of being tossed by a giant still remains.
Shen Du's face suddenly became a little "wonderful".
Liuhe Divine Art is very evil and powerful.
He had a backlash because of a mistake in his practice. The stronger the cultivation base, the stronger the backlash; but correspondingly, as long as the backlash can be safely passed, the cultivation base will also reach a higher level.
Now that the cultivation base has soared, it should be for this reason.
But more...
"Not bad?"
At that time, the words he asked about the monk suddenly reverberated in his mind, causing him to have a series of associations that he really shouldn't have, and he also had some guesses about the changes in his own cultivation.
The sunlight outside the window was a little cold.
Shen Du walked to the window to take a look, only to realize that it was not afternoon, nor noon, but early morning. There was still a bit of coldness in the wind, and bamboo leaves drifted down and fell to the eaves.
The monk sat on the steps under the eaves, with his back to the bamboo hut, and facing the Bukong Mountain in the distance.
The heartbeat suddenly missed a beat.
He didn't expect to see the monk so soon, all the thoughts in his heart had not had time to sort out, and at the same time he was stunned, and at the same time, a bit of inexplicable embarrassment was born.
I didn't dare to make a sound for a while.
The monk turned his back to him, and he couldn't see the monk's expression, much less guess what his mood was. Just remember he dropped everything after he begged.
Forgive him, and forgive yourself.
The fingers resting on the edge of the window trembled slightly as his thoughts rose, and then his eyes flickered, and he slowly hooked his lips into a smile.
As the saying goes, give a little sunshine and it will shine.
It was about Shen Du.
He didn't bother to put on that robe, he relied on that his skills were now fully recovered and improved, so he simply put on the middle coat and walked out with bare feet.
There was a slight noise when the door opened.
The monk obviously heard it, but didn't look back.
Shen Du suddenly felt a bit of strange dissatisfaction in his heart, but after calculating, someone saved his life and really "passed" him through this catastrophe, so he had to suppress this dissatisfaction.
Hanging Erlangdang walked to the monk's side, and he said "hello".
"Bald donkey, thank you."
The monk finally turned his head and glanced at him.
Please keep your eyes cold, calm and calm, it seems no different from usual. But Shen Du felt that this gaze was a bit strange, and it always seemed that something was different.
But where exactly, he couldn't really say.
The person was sitting on the steps, and the posture was a little more casual than usual, and Yuebai's monk robe and hem fell softly beside him.
No matter how clean the steps are, there is still some dust.
When Shen Du walked over, he had already seen it.
At this time, he just sat down, beside him, leaned over and stretched out his hand to pick up a piece of his dangling sleeve robe, blew off the light dust that had adhered to it, and placed it in his palm.
He looked down, and the smile on his lips deepened: "Sitting here alone, what are you thinking?"
The monk is dumb.
Of course he wouldn't answer.
So as expected, Shen Du saw the monk look at him silently, then turned back and looked at the majestic mountain, but he was not angry at all, instead he covered his sleeve, and then raised his delicate eyebrows , and said "hello" again.
The monk looked back again.
So Shen Du's smile was stained with a bit of complacent malice, and whether it was out of sincerity or teasing, he turned his head to look at him and said, "I guess you are thinking of me."
If someone else listened at this moment, they might laugh three times at his cheeky face at the moment.
But it is the monk who is sitting here.
He fixedly stared at Shen Du for a moment, and then only slightly lifted the corners of his lips, a very light, but also very beautiful smile.
Shen Duxin froze in half.
At first, he couldn't hold back and scolded "thief and bald donkey to confuse people with color", and then he couldn't hold back, he raised his foot and kicked him, but the white soles didn't bring any strength.
"Why, dare you say no?"
Maybe, really don't dare.
The monk's brows and eyes drooped, his face did not change much compared to yesterday, only a faint paleness was added, and there was a bit of loneliness that was difficult to detect.
He shook his head slightly, still not answering.
But Shen Du didn't understand: "Shaking his head, do you mean you don't dare, or not?"
The monk did not answer.
Shen Du couldn't see his merciful appearance of dying and pity for the common people the most, and the evil fire in his heart, the expression of the good man on his face was taken back, and replaced by a sneer full of evil spirits.
"I've been fucked by Lao Tzu, what are you pretending to be?"
"… "
The monk lifted his eyes and gave him a cool look.
"cough cough..."
Shen Du pretended to cough immediately, but he didn't know if it was because of the strange guilty conscience in his heart that it was actually "fake drama and real work", and he was out of breath.
His face was flushed to the base of his neck, and even his earlobes were a little red.
The monk didn't say anything, and didn't show anything to make him more embarrassed. He just lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, reached out and pulled his right hand over, and gently pressed his fingertips, which had been blown by the wind, on the ground. on his wrist.
Shan Lan flickered.
The bamboo shadow shook and fell on him, as if sparse light and shadow were drawn on the moon-white monk's robe.
Shen Du could feel his own pulse, beating under the other's fingers, vivid and alive. Just like yesterday, he could feel the other person in his body...
Inexplicably want to laugh.
He was in a good mood now, and he said, "Monk, do you know that I lied to you yesterday?"
The fingers pressing on his pulse paused.
But the monk didn't look up at him.
Shen Du looked at his eyes, but became more and more interested. He only traced his outline in his heart, and then said lightly: "It's not that I didn't think about killing you, but I changed my mind later and didn't want to."
When people are in a desperate situation, they can always do things that they usually can't do.
Beyond the limits.
In a sense, it is beyond its own upper limit, and it may also be to break through its own lower limit.
Shen Du didn't know which type he was, but he knew that the monk finally chose to cross him, and this was considered to have achieved his goal.
Next, it doesn't matter.
The things in this world are always what he doesn't want, and he can't get without him.
So after saying this, he didn't panic at all, instead he observed the monk's expression with great interest, and even leaned closer to him, lazily resting his chin on his broad shoulders.
Laughed a little nervously.
"Bald donkey, honestly, do you—like me too?"