This is Wen Sitian's sea of consciousness, and only those with stronger cultivation bases can manipulate their spiritual consciousness to enter other people's sea of consciousness. Needless to say, Xun Yujun's cultivation level is not enough, but Qi Bishu's cultivation level is still relatively low. After entering, he was dizzy for a long time, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist. He was so confused that he couldn't see anything clearly.
He subconsciously wanted to call out: "Master."
But before the sound escaped his throat, someone covered his mouth gently from behind.
Rong Wan took his hand and made a silent gesture to him. Now Wen Sitian's sea of consciousness is extremely unstable, if she is awakened, it will be even more difficult to get in next time.
The warmth of the palm on Qi Bishu's lips was fleeting, but Qi Bishu still felt relieved. He grabbed Master's hand with his backhand, and then went to look around the environment.
This is a shabby medical center in a noisy city. There was heavy snow outside, and the hall smelled faintly of medicine. Several patients with colds curled up in the corner and coughed violently while hugging the stove. It doesn't look like you can afford a patient.
Qi Bishu has a deep memory of this. Before he went to Penglai Sect when he was a child, he coughed violently in winter nights but had no money to hire a doctor. In the end, he had to secretly pick up some useful medicine from the medicine dregs dumped outside the medical clinic. If he survived, His life was taken back.
But obviously, these people are luckier than him, and someone is taking care of them.
After a while, a little girl in yellow clothes came out from the inner hall of the medical hall, holding a pot of boiled medicine in her arms, added a bowl to each of these people, and said with a bright smile: "Everyone, finish drinking Don't rush to leave the medicine, there is a charcoal fire in the house to keep you warm, at least wait until the snow stops outside."
These patients regarded her as a living Bodhisattva, thanked her one after another, and took the medicine bowl with trembling hands.
It was the Second Senior Sister Wen Sitian.
Qi Bishu couldn't help being a little surprised when he saw that she was walking towards him and the master, but walked straight past her. Rong Wan lowered his voice and said to him: "People in the sea of consciousness can't see us."
Qi Bishu felt relieved, and said in a low voice, "I didn't expect Second Senior Sister to open a medical clinic before she went up the mountain."
"I don't know." Rong Wan was also slightly surprised: "She never mentioned it to me."
Jun Yu rescued Wen Sitian during his travels, and with Jun Yu's indifferent personality, naturally he would not ask his apprentice more about what happened before he went up the mountain. Just looking at Wen Sitian's fifteen or sixteen-year-old appearance, she is clearly a girl with a lively personality, and she is also doing things to save lives and heal the wounded, but I don't know why she worshiped Feiyu Mountain later and turned to practice the most tragic and ferocious fire spells!
If the fire spells are not practiced by someone with divine fire, other people's practice can only be a slant of the sword. Although it can improve the cultivation level very quickly, it is very powerful against oneself.
She must have something unresolved, something she wants to do.
Qi Bishu leaned very close to the master, smelling the faint pine scent from the master, but thought, it seems that the master and other disciples are not as close as he imagined. Even though he knew it was wrong to have such an idea, he was still secretly happy.
Although he is a latecomer, as long as he studies hard, is obedient and sensible, then the master may not value himself the most.
While the two were talking, Wen Sitian had finished distributing the medicinal soup, and turned around to enter the inner hall.
Rong Wan and Qi Bishu followed in.
The inner hall was not very big, it was just a dark room, which seemed to be Wen Sitian's boudoir. She walked to the bed and sat down, lit a candle, brought up another bowl of soup and medicine, and supported the woman on the bed. people get up. The candle was lit, and only then did Qi Bishu and Rong Wan clearly see the face of the man lying on the bed.
It was a very young man, with white gauze wrapped around his eye sockets, blood oozing, dripping down the eye sockets, it was black, and seemed to be poisoned. The lower half of his face that was not covered by the white gauze was very handsome, but his complexion was slightly pale and haggard, as if he had been lying on the sickbed unconscious for many days.
"A Tang, you must drink this medicine, otherwise how will it be cured?" Wen Sitian brushed away the man's sweat-soaked hair sticking to his temples, and persuaded in a warm voice: "Hey, let me feed you, let's take the medicine drank."
"It's over." The young man's voice was hoarse, and there was a wry smile on the corner of his pale and thin mouth: "You know that the poison in me won't be cured, and you have been drinking this medicine for a month, not only did your eyes not improve, but you have completely lost your sight... "
He paused, and then said: "It's fine if you're just blind, I'm afraid you won't live long..."
"Don't say such depressing words." Wen Sitian gritted her teeth and stopped him, but her eyes were a little moist, she put down the medicine bowl, and said, "You won't die."
The young man was silent for a while, then reached out and touched the bed.
Wen Sitian quickly reached out her hand.
The young man grabbed her hand, rubbed his thumbs for a while, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, my life is poor, without you, I would have died long ago."
Wen Sitian bit her lips, wiped away her tears quietly, but spoke in a brisk voice: "Don't worry, I will find a way, if it doesn't work, I will go to Baiyao Valley, I heard that there is no valley owner in the world who can't solve it." poison."
The young man seemed to want to say something, but he didn't have the heart to say it, so he held her hand firmly.
Wen Sitian picked up the medicine bowl again, brought it to his mouth, and served him attentively: "Then drink the medicine first."
At this time, the twelfth lunar month is cold and the sky is freezing cold, but Wen Sitian has added a lot of fires in the house, and it is burning very vigorously, but this man named A Tang is still very cold, his face and lips seem to be covered with ice. , revealing the bleak whiteness of death.
Qi Bishu whispered: "Master, look at the palm of Second Senior Sister."
Wen Sitian's arm is as white as jade, but the palm of her left hand and even the wrist are covered with scars. It can be seen that she was scratched by a knife. There are countless old wounds that have scabbed over. There are also two new wounds that were added today. A faint smell of blood.
After Rong finished, he guessed the ins and outs immediately, and said: "She should have used her own blood to make medicine to detoxify this man named A Tang." , there is a bamboo horse who grew up together, and the two of them have a very deep relationship. Now if A Tang hadn't been poisoned, Wen Sitian should have reached the age to marry him.
Qi Bishu was a little taken aback, and said in a low voice: "When I was in Penglai Sect, I heard from the elders that the Cultivation of Immortals Continent is mainly about cultivating qi, and not many poisons are used, and most of the poisons can be cured. Why is the poison so powerful? Cruel to the point of terminal illness, but still use human blood as medicine?"
Rong Wan: "Besides the four major sects, there are many small sects, and it is possible to use this crooked method. The point is, Sitian was just an ordinary medicine cultivator before going up the mountain, and the Atang beside her seemed to be It’s just a low-level casual cultivator who has just established a foundation, how could he offend powerful people and be poisoned to vent his hatred?”
Mr. Xun Yu is a well-known swordsman, and he is not good at using poison. Therefore, Rong Wan stared at A Tang's blood-oozing eyes covered by white gauze for a long time, but he couldn't tell what kind of poison he was poisoned.
So I had to ask the system that hadn't been used for a long time.
The system said: "This person's full name is Tangdi, a member of the Chiyue clan, but because he is an illegitimate child, he was rejected by the clan, so he left the clan with his father when he was a child, came to the central part, settled here, and Wen Wen. Si Tian grew up together."
"Chiyue Clan?" Rong Wan remembered, and the original text rewritten a lot of pen and ink on this Clan. According to Qi Bishu's original trajectory of fate, he would stay in the Penglai Sect for another five years before breaking through the blood seal with his own strength, and then escaped from the Penglai Sect. , killed the patriarch, and seized the cultivation secret method of the clan.
Rong Wan recalled: "This family lives outside the customs and has no contact with the central part. The magic they cultivate is derived from the authentic Qi method of the Xiuxian Continent. It is very strange. The entire clan has very strict control over the members of the clan, and almost never intermarries with outsiders."
"Yes." The system said: "So Tangdi is now blind, his eyes are bleeding black and rotted, not because of poisoning, but because of the relationship between the Chiyue clan. The Chiyue clan has long stipulated that those who betray the clan, At most, they will not live to be twenty years old, and they will bleed from the seven orifices, and the tendons of the limbs will be broken little by little. It is something similar to a curse."
"It's really closed." Rong Wan said.
Tang Di was already seven years old when he escaped with his father, and he already knew about human affairs, so he must have known that his terminal illness was due to the curse of the Chiyue Clan, not poisoning. But for some reason, he didn't tell Wen Sitian.
Wen Sitian thought that he had been poisoned, so she went through thousands of medicine rolls, and used her own blood as the medicine to decoct him every day.
If this continues, I'm afraid that neither of them can hold on.
But I don't know what it has to do with Wen Sitian's madness now.
Rong Wan was eager to see the future development, so he didn't stay in the pharmacy with Qi Bishu for a long time. He activated the spell, and the white mist rose. In the blink of an eye, the environment around the two of them changed. It was still snowy winter just now, but now the lights and festoons are lit outside, the streets are very lively, it seems to be New Year's Eve.
The two stood in a courtyard, surrounded by several tables of people eating banquets, and after a while, someone shouted: "The groom has arrived."
It seems that it is not only New Year's Eve, but also a good day for someone to get married.
Qi Bishu endured the feeling of dizziness for a while, looked intently at the center of the lively crowd, and suddenly said in surprise: "Master, what kind of groom is this, isn't he the one that Senior Sister Wen took care of just now?"
Rong Wan's face is not very good-looking. Tang Di was wearing a red groom's suit, his cheeks were thin and pale, his eyes were still covered with white gauze, he was not completely healed, but the black blood stains were gone, and it seemed that he was slowly recovering, which meant that the curse he had received from the clan had passed. eliminated. If he was with Wen Sitian, he would be marrying a foreigner, how could the curse be broken? So the one who married him today, and the one under the big red hijab, must be someone else.
The group of people who came to the banquet were dressed strangely. It seemed that most of them were from the Chiyue tribe, and the bride should also be from the tribe.
Tang Di was still lying in bed a few days ago and was taken care of by Wen Sitian. Now that his condition has recovered, he can move freely, and his cultivation seems to have recovered partly. He held the bride's hand, held the wine glass, and toasted table by table, with a faint smile on his face. It doesn't look like being forced, but rather willingly.