The soul-gathering array is put on the spirit-protecting array, which is used to check the soul. The soul of a monk is the key to sword control and cultivation. It is said that the immortals in ancient times could train their souls to leave their bodies. When the soul breaks away from the physical body and transforms into a god, it means ascending to immortality.
Naturally, today's monks can't do it, and their souls are also very fragile. They must completely trust the people who set up the formation before they can be inspected.
"Your father coughed when he saw the wind when he was a child. Every winter, your grandfather would send him to the southern region." Zhu Xingli put Lu Li on the ground, and said some irrelevant words unhurriedly. Falling into the valley of flames, he went in and carried me out."
A gentle blue light swept up, completely surrounding Shen Lou who was sitting in the formation. Shen Lou had never heard of these things before, looking at Zhu Xingli through the burst of light, the deer glass on his forehead was as bright as a star, "Nephew understands, just check it out."
The light-colored soul came out through the body, calm and safe under the effect of the spirit protection array, without the slightest escape. Lin Xin held his breath, stared closely at Shen Lou's spirit, and slowly tightened his grip on the cushion under him.
This doesn't look like the soul of a young man at all, it seems to be sawed open by something, it is riddled with holes and dilapidated.
Zhu Xingli glanced at it and immediately retreated.
Just after returning to his soul, Shen Lou was still in a coma, and fell backward defenselessly, Lin Xin quickly caught him and leaned into his arms.
"Hey, pitiful," Zhu Xingli shook his head, his guess was right, "I'm afraid this child is enduring pain all the time."
"Can it be cured?" Lin Xin's voice was hoarse, and he was actually better at understanding the soul than Master.
The best treatment for the soul in this situation is to live like a mortal without using swords and spiritual power. Because every overuse will bring heart-piercing pain. And with the increase of Shen Lou's own spiritual power, it will be difficult for the broken soul to bear the weight, and the final result is that the soul will collapse and die.
Zhu Xingli shook his head, and seeing Shen Lou opened his eyes, he said, "When I go back to the Southern Region and look for the ancient remains, there may be a way."
Xin'er's sword needs to be forged, and Shizi's illness needs to be treated, so he has to go home early.
After sending Shen Lou to rest, Lin Xin walked alone to the courtyard where the Gu sculpture was placed, plucked the fur off the head of the Gu sculpture, and then slammed it to the ground. He was really too careless, he had noticed that Shen Lou was ill six years ago, but he never paid attention to it, he didn't know to check his soul.
Lin Xin had only done soul destroying, not replenishing soul, how to treat Shen Lou, his eyes were darkened.
"There must be a way." Lin Xin picked up the bald gu carving head and said to himself. After his rebirth, his soul was also very weak. In order to make himself healthy, he absorbed the soul power of many monks in the past few years.
As the saying goes, what you eat nourishes you, maybe you can try nourishing your soul with your soul.
He drew a formation on the spot, smashed the skull of the Gu carving, and the undigested remnant souls gathered in the Tianling Cap rushed out, and were fixed by the formation again. There are mortal souls and monk souls. The soul of a mortal is relatively fragile and has little effect, while the soul of a monk is a divine soul, full of aura.
Sitting cross-legged, gathering spiritual power at the fingertips, peeling off these messy souls bit by bit like peeling cocoons.
In the dead of night, Lin Xin got up lightly, and blew into Shen Lou's ear, "My lord, my lord?"
Shen Lou fell into a deep sleep and didn't intend to wake up at all. Lin Xin felt relieved, took out a little soul that had been protected with spiritual power, and stroked Shen Lou's sky cap with one hand. Because he didn't know if this method would work, he didn't dare to make up too much for Shen Lou.
A firefly-like spot of light entered, and Lin Xin held Shen Lou's pulse wrist, observing his condition nervously.
"Hmm..." Shen Lou suddenly snorted in pain, as if something broke into his peaceful dream.
Passers-by in the small town, horseshoes on the official road, smiling faces of strange women, big black mouth carved by Gu... Shen Lou knew that this was a memory that did not belong to him, and wanted to throw this thing out, resisting the pain from the soul more and more intense. Suddenly, I heard Lin Xin's voice, which seemed to come from nowhere: "Don't be afraid, try to make them merge."
At the same time, a pair of soft and warm hands caressed his chest.
The scene in the dream changed suddenly, and those memories that did not belong to me gradually dissipated. His eyes were red and thin, smoke curled up, and there seemed to be the sound of running water in his ears. Here is the fief of the Marquis of the Deer, that palace that he can't get out of no matter how he walks.
"Has Your Highness Xuan Wang seen enough? Is my flesh and blood satisfactory to His Highness?" Lin Xin took off his hair crown, took off his inner shirt, and only wore a translucent tulle outer shirt, sitting astride his waist between.
"Shameless!" Shen Lou struggled vigorously, his hands were chained to the head of the bed, unable to move.
"Hehe, is this shameless? I have something more shameful to do to you." Lin Xin smiled recklessly, and those dark blue eyes seemed to be bluer than usual, showing a bit of bewitching.
Turning his head to avoid Lin Xin's kiss, Shen Lou tried to activate his spiritual veins.
The kneading started from the neck from time to time, and swept inch by inch, as if the body was set on fire by something, as Lin Xin's fingers burned more and more vigorously, gradually burning his mind to ashes.
"Shen Qingque, don't you want me?" Lin Xin was sweating on his forehead, it seemed to be in pain, it seemed to be in joy.
Shen Lou's eyes were red, and suddenly he felt a light wrist...
What's wrong with this man? Had a nightmare
Seeing that Shen Lou was sweating and seemed to be very hot, Lin Xin touched his chest anxiously, wanting to transfer some spiritual energy to him. At this moment, Shen Lou suddenly opened his eyes.
"You asked for this!" Shen Lou said through gritted teeth, suddenly turned over, and pressed Lin Xin hard under his body.
"Ah!" Lin Xin was taken aback, and before he could react, Shen Lou ripped off his underwear, "My lord, what's wrong with you? Uh..."
Suddenly being bitten on the neck, Lin Xin let out a muffled snort, realizing that Shen Lou might have been affected by the memories in those remnant souls. Could it be that he sucked the soul of a flower picker
Suddenly feeling funny, Lin Xin put on a weak and helpless look, and cried, "My lord, don't!"
The momentary overlapping of dream and reality made Shen Lou a little confused. His weak soul could not help him quickly regain his sanity until he heard Lin Xin's exclamation.
The scene in front of him gradually became clear. Lin Xin, who was much younger than in the dream, was being pressed between the brocade quilts, his eyes full of horror. A bucket of cold water poured down from the top of his head, Shen Lou paused for a moment, as if being scalded, he quickly let go of Lin Xin.
Lin Xin pulled up his inner shirt, curled up to one side, took a deep breath, his eyes were reddened, he lowered his head and did not speak.
Shen Lou sat on the spot awkwardly, not knowing what to do.
The room fell silent, save for the crackling of candles burning.
"Are you having a nightmare?" Lin Xin asked Shen Lou in a low voice, pretending to be a gentleman who endured humiliation and insisted on passing the steps to others.
Shen Lou shook his head, raised his hand to his forehead. The pain in his head was much better than before going to bed. However, facing the current situation, he would rather have a worse head pain. Fortunately, he passed out. "I'm sorry, I just fell into a hallucination and was confused for a while. I didn't mean to offend you."
"Who did you see in the illusion?" Lin Xin narrowed his eyes slightly.
Shen Lou looked up at him, "No one, what happened just now? Why did you light the candle?"
He was playing happily, and unexpectedly being asked this question, Lin Xin paused for a moment before saying: "I saw that you were not sleeping soundly, and you were sweating a lot, so I wanted to wake you up..." There was a nasal tone, coupled with that shrunken voice. A ball of body, indescribably pitiful.
Seeing Lin Xin's red eyes, Shen Lou was a little at a loss, "Xinxin, I..."
"Don't ask me to trust you!" Lin Xin interrupted Shen Lou, this title was created by him, and every time he heard it, it gave him goosebumps.
Shen Lou's breath stagnated slightly, and his thin lips, which were originally light in color, gradually lost their color.
Seeing that Shen Lou's face became so ugly, Lin Xin smacked his lips and wondered if he had played.
"Everyone is a man, you don't have to pay too much attention to the matter just now." Lin Xin rubbed his eyes, stretched his body, and moved to Shen Lou's side, expressing that he was not afraid anymore.
Shen Lou's fingertips trembled slightly, looking down at Lin Xin's hand holding the quilt.
If it was Lin Xin in his previous life, he would probably laugh at him severely when he encountered this situation.
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Tsk tsk, you finally can't wear the mask of a hypocrite, you are clearly a hungry ghost, why pretend to be noble
Shen Qingque, hiss, be nice to me.
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The Lin Xin in front of him is pitiful and cute, but the reckless and glamorous Lin Busheng is no longer there.
Shen Lou didn't know what he was struggling with, so he smiled bitterly and said, "If you're not called Xinxin, then what should I call you?"
"Ah?" Unexpectedly, this person was still immersed in the last topic, Lin Xin didn't realize it for a moment.
"You haven't picked up your character yet, do you have a nickname?" Shen Lou looked up at him.
This was the first time in Shen Lou's two lifetimes that he asked his nickname, Lin Xin's heart felt inexplicably hot, and he wondered to himself that this son would be responsible for him because he took a bite, right? That was really a big profit, and he said without hesitation: "When I was young, my mother called me Chi Nuo."
"Chi Nuo." Shen Lou chewed on the name in a low voice, such a regular word really doesn't look like a nickname.
"Master, you just bit me, let me bite it back, it will be evened out, okay?" Lin Xin bared his white teeth, and leaned into Shen Lou's neck, completely forgetting that he was just a boy. The shivering misery is a piece of cake.
"From now on, don't call me Shizi again." Shen Lou tilted his head slightly to make it easier for him to bite.
"Okay, how about I call you Qing Que from now on?" Lin Xin opened his mouth and grabbed a small piece of Shen Lou's neck.
Shen Lou trembled suddenly, and said in a hoarse voice, "How do you know, my name."
The author has something to say: Small theater:
Xinxin: Help, QJ!
Loulou: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to
Xinxin: Can you be forgiven if you didn't do it on purpose
Loulou: So what should we do
Xinxin: Hurry up and continue
Loulou:? ?