Outside the Ningxiang Inn in Linlingyu, the proprietress was dressed in red and green, with pearls on Xuenen's wrists, and her waist was as slender as willows.
Every time Xuanyuan Pavilion has an auction, the number of people who come to her store is always the most, because she is beautiful and smart, and she will come to trouble, and with her beautiful black and white eyes, she can guess what the customers want.
At this time, the sun was high, and after noon, the proprietress spat on the skin of the melon seeds, and estimated that the auction would be over in an hour. The prices of hotels in Linlingyu are high, and most monks will not stay too much. Not too much. But it doesn't matter, the heroes of Xianjun always have to eat dinner before leaving, and they can make another money for the meal.
The proprietress brushed off the crumbs stained on the hem of her skirt, and turned around and shouted to the shop assistant: "Er Fu, wipe the tables and chairs in the lobby again, and then take out a basket of the snake gall melon seeds fried by the old lady. Put a plate on. We're getting ready for business tonight."
"Good shopkeeper, let's go get it now." The guy ran away.
The proprietress smiled with satisfaction. She had enough sun and sunflower seeds. She was about to go back to the store to oversee her work, when she saw a black and white shadow coming by the wind at the end of the road. When she got close, she realized that it was a handsome man with a handsome face. The Immortal Monarch in black, holding a person in his arms, rushed into her inn blazingly.
"Stay at the hotel, stay at the hotel, stay at the hotel!"
"… "
Probably because he came abruptly and behaved strangely. The young man in the store was startled and opened his mouth for a long time but couldn't come back to his senses.
The ink burned angrily: "Stay in the store! Are you deaf? The shopkeeper's!!"
"Ouch, Xianjun." A young woman's voice rang behind him, with a three-point smile and seven-point apology, which sounded irritating, the ink burned and turned around, facing the boss's exquisite smiling face, "No I'm sorry, I've neglected you. I'm a new comer. If you have something to do with me, I'm the shopkeeper."
The ink burned the dark eyebrows, and hurriedly said: "Stay in the store!"
The proprietress looked at him quickly and calmly. Seeing that the man was wearing a cloak, she thought it was the Xianjun who was going to participate in the Xuanyuan Club, but because he was in a hurry, the hood had already dropped, revealing a piece of yoke. The young man has a delicate and handsome face, but this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that he also has a brocade bag embroidered with Xuanwu totem on his wrist.
rich.
The boss lady's eyes gleamed.
very rich.
Looking at the person in his arms again, because the outside is covered with a big man, and his face is leaning inward, he can't teach people to see clearly, but the boss's eyes are so poisonous, she quickly swept the snow-colored silk. The robe made of yarn, his eyes fell on the hand that fell from the cuff of the wide sleeve.
Evenly long and slender, the skin is like a porcelain body, the fingertips are sharpened, and the bones are distinct.
beauty.
The proprietress immediately understood.
Although he is a handsome man, it is not uncommon for men to double-cultivate in the cultivation world, so there is nothing surprising.
"Dafu, open the room." The proprietress responded quickly, and the other person didn't ask much. She snapped her fingers and instructed, "I want the most comfortable room for the sun and the moon to go to the room."
Chu nightning's disease is menacing, without warning. Fortunately, this is the realm of Lonely Moon Night, and the holy hand of good medicine grabbed a lot, and Mo Ran invited the doctor to give Chu Wanning a pulse.
The Xianmen doctor with a deep cultivation base closed his eyes, and his fingers with fine cocoons were lit on Chu Wanning's wrist, and he was silent for a long time.
The ink burned and couldn't help: "Doctor, how is my teacher respecting him?"
"It's not a big problem, but..."
The most annoying thing is this kind of person who speaks in nine bends and eighteen bends. The ink burned and widened his eyes: "But what?"
"However, the old man finds it very strange. The teacher's cultivation base is very strong, which is rare in the world. But just now, his spiritual core is very fragile, even the little cultivator who has just established his foundation can't compare."
If the cultivation base is compared to water, the spiritual core is the container for water.
The spiritual core is born, and the cultivation base is gradually cultivated, so the stronger the innate spiritual core, the easier it will be to cultivate. However, when the cultivation base reaches a certain level, it will feed back the spiritual core, so generally speaking, the two complement each other.
For a great master like Chu Wanning, the spiritual core must be very powerful, so ordinary doctors will not pay special attention to this when they diagnose the pulse.
The ink burned and said: "How is this possible?!"
"The old man also thinks it's impossible. So I have repeated the diagnosis many times, but this is the case every time."
"My master's spiritual core can't even compare to a foundation building? This, how is this possible, it's a joke! Doctor, take a closer look, is there a mistake?"
"The old man has always been cautious in practicing medicine. If he speaks out, he must be 100% sure. If Xiaoxianjun doesn't believe it. Find someone else to diagnose his spiritual core, and the result will be the same."
The ink burned stunned.
The doctor said: "It is precisely because the master's spiritual core is very fragile that he should have been sensed by some powerful weapon, and the weapon attribute should have some echoes with him, but it is not what he possesses. Therefore, he was attacked, and the spiritual He couldn't bear it, so he fell into a coma. The old man gave him some decoction, and after taking it, he rested a lot, and he will soon be fine. "
Sending off the doctor, Mo Ran sat on the edge of Chu Wanning's bed, holding his cheeks in a daze, but couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Weak spiritual core
How is this possible...
But the old man just didn't know what would happen in Xuanyuan, but he could accurately say that Chu nightning had encountered powerful weapons before, and it really didn't seem like he was talking nonsense.
In addition, there is "no return", just now at Xuanyuanhui, the ink burned only a little bit of spiritual power, and Chu nightning suddenly changed and passed out. Therefore, he didn't have time to judge whether the Mo Dao was really the magic weapon of his previous life. If so, why does "not return" echo with Chu Wanning? Will there be a backlash against Chu Wanning
He was thinking in a mess, and looked at Chu nightning in a daze. I don't know how long it took, the people on the bed seemed to be haunted by nightmares again.
The ghosts are messed up, and I don't even know why. The ink burned out his hand and gently stroked his eyebrows: "Master..."
"… "
"Master... Chu nightning... I have lived for two lifetimes. Is there a secret I don't know about you?"
The shopkeeper quickly boiled the medicine in the back kitchen and brought it up to Mo Ran.
After tasting it, it was really bitter, and it was the most annoying taste of Chu Wanning. The ink burned with a sigh and called the woman who was about to leave.
"The shopkeeper, do you have any candy?"
"Hey... The candy in the shop is all boiled now, and today's is all used up. But if Xianjun wants it, I'll send someone to buy it on the street."
The ink burned and looked at the steaming soup, and shook his head: "Forget it, the medicine will be cold after a long time, and it will be useless to drink it. Thank you."
"Ah, Xianjun, don't be polite, just call me if you have anything."
After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he walked away wisely, and took the door behind him.
Put the medicine on the head of the bed and put it down, the ink burned and sat back on the couch, with one hand on the knee, and the other hand to help Chu Wanning get up: "Master, take the medicine."
Feeding him and drinking medicine is also a matter of familiarity in the previous life. The ink burned up and hugged him, let Chu nightning lean in his arms, took a spoonful of the medicine, and put it on his lips to cool it, and then slowly handed it over Chu nightning mouth.
It is calculated that this is the second time that he has taken care of Chu Wanning after his rebirth, and he doesn't know how to do it. Although he hates this person, but seeing him sick, he is still so nervous.
"bitter… "
Although the person in his arms is not awake, he is also aware, frowning half-awake, turning his face away and refusing to drink any more.
This move is so familiar that it can't be familiar anymore, holding the spoon and breaking him back, patiently coaxed: "There is one more, just drink it, come."
Said and handed another spoon.
Chu nightning drank half and coughed half, but his brows were even tighter.
"so bitter… "
"Sweet sweet, the next spoonful is sweet, come come come."
"Uh… "
"The next spoon! Guaranteed! It's so sweet that you can't believe it! The sweetest sugar juice in the world that I have found!" I don't even know who I am anymore, and the ink burns the words of the previous life again. Pulled it out and slipped around, "It's delicious, you'll regret it if you don't open your mouth."
In this way, the whole bowl was coaxed and deceived, and the last spoonful was fed. The ink burned a sigh of relief and was about to get up and clean up. Suddenly, a white shadow flashed in front of him, and before he could react, his face slammed into a knot. A solid slap in the face.
"Liar, get out!"
After Chu nightning said this sentence sharply, he turned his head and fell asleep again. Leaving Mo Ran, who was slapped for no reason, half-opened his mouth, and covered his cheeks with grievances for a while. Just as he was about to have an attack, the person in his arms groaned. He must have dreamed of something particularly uncomfortable, and his face became more and more ugly.
When the ink burned to see him like this, he really had no temper. There was no candy left and right. When he saw that the Qiankun bag was still on the bedside, he moved in his heart and took a bottle of tapir incense. He patted Chu Wanning's cheek, neither light nor heavy, it was revenge.
"Lie down for a while, I'll add some water and give you sweet dew."
"… "
Seeing that Chu night was quiet, the ink burned him and planned to let him lean back on the pillow. Unexpectedly, he was getting close, but he heard him take a low and vague breath, and then murmured: "Yes... thin you..."
The ink burned for a while: "What?"
Chu nightning's eyes were tightly closed, and the fan-like eyelashes couldn't help shaking, as if suppressing the great pain, the blood faded little by little. He obviously fell into another dream, another more terrifying and hideous dream, he shook his head slightly, and his face that had always been noble and cold rarely showed a hint of sadness.
"I am me… "
For a moment, Mo Ran suddenly felt that his heartbeat was stalling, and a strange feeling rushed to his chest, as if a secret was in front of him, only the last layer of veil was needed to cover it up, and he was about to penetrate it immediately. He couldn't help staring at Chu nightning and whispered: "What are you?"
"It's me... thin... you... "
For a moment, the consciousness is in a trance. I don't know if the candle is too dim to teach people to see it wrong. The ink burned and saw that there was a flash of water in the deep eyelashes of Chu Wanning.
It's me who thins you.
These four words came out of the king's mouth, as light as mist, entered into his ears, and they were astonished as thunder.
The ink burned violently from the bedside, and the whole person froze instantly! His pupils contracted, and he stared at the handsome face of the man on the couch in disbelief. Condensed into mysterious ice overnight.
"What did you say?... You..."
Shocked for a long time, the ink burned and slammed into the throat of Chu nightning, the eyes were violent, and the childish innocence of the rebirth was gone, "Chu nightning, what did you just say?"
"You say it again! You say it to me again!!"
It's me who betrays you, life and death don't complain.
This is a curse that he will never forget in his life, a nightmare that has tormented him for two lifetimes.
How many times he closed his eyes and heard these four words with a sigh in his ears, but the person who spoke was no longer in the world.
But this sentence is clearly said by Chu Wanning in the previous life until he died, why does he now - why does he -
Could it be that Chu Wanning was also reborn? !
The author has something to say: Update it early today, because I accidentally wrote a branch bug when I was typing and saving the manuscript. It is too difficult to change the later text. It is better to change the previous text, so I will revise the previous text in a while. I don’t usually have the habit of revising texts during non-update time. I’m afraid that jumping out of the update will disturb everyone, so it’s better to update 23333 earlier~ The content of the modification is not important, it’s just a small detail. Zha~