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You two are recovering well.

Jun Qianzi stood still in front of the glass container and said with a smile.

What did you do to us?

The ape old man supported the inner wall of the container with both hands to prevent himself from falling, his face was gloomy and uncertain.

Naturally, rescue.

Jun Qianzi said casually: Even Xuan Xiao's sword, no one in the world can stop it. At that time, Ghost Shovel had only one head left. Brother Pang, you also had half of your neck cut, bled to the brink of death, and lost consciousness.

I had no choice but to send the two of them back through the Zhaoming iron plate, and use the secret method for emergency treatment.

Rescue?

The ape old man's face changed slightly, and he raised his right arm, You call this treatment?

On the back of his right arm, there are grape-like neoplastic organs, including sarcoids, cysts, fingers and even ear and eyeballs.

Excess organs can be cut off. Just cut nails and remove dead flesh.

Jun Qianzi's tone was still relaxed, If there is no secret technique, Brother Pang, you should be in the past seven by now.

snort.

The ape old man looked ugly, and glanced at Ghost Shovel next to him, How is he?

Jun Qianzi said casually: The situation is better than expected. Most of Ghost Shovel's Zhu Xiao cultivation base relies on the secret technique of swallowing.

The mouth on the stomach is his real body.

As long as enough blood food is provided, it won't be long before he can return to Xunyun and even Zhu Xiao's cultivation base.

The magic cultivator who is integrated with alienated objects has generally surpassed ordinary people in terms of vitality and resilience.

Even the injuries where the body is gone and only the head is left are not completely irreversible—it is no wonder that the former Sui monks would go into madness as they killed each other.

In order to seek power, he is willing to become neither human nor ghost.

In the final analysis, it is your apprentice's arrangement, which is wrong with the information you gave.

Yuansou said gloomyly: Lian Xuanxiao was not dragged by Cardinal Xinxiu, and rushed to Fusi of Xuanzhengfang Township in an instant.

And it doesn't look like dying at all.

Lian Xuanxiao's lifespan is indeed coming to an end, the two may not have given enough pressure to expose his injuries,

He also didn't have the courage to face Lian Xuanxiao directly, so he retreated steadily.

Jun Qianzi was still indifferent and relaxed, completely indifferent to Yuansou's ugly expression.

fart!

The ape old man cursed loudly, and immediately spewed out a series of obscene words. There are also many Zhou dialects mixed in.

teacher

Yajiu hesitated to speak.

Jun Qianzi glanced at her, waved his hands, and signaled Ya Jiu not to interrupt, and stood there quietly waiting for a while.

Gradually, the ape old man drooped his eyelids, as if he was tired of cursing and exhausted, he fell into a drowsy sleep, and his whole body was suspended in the middle of the container.

Jun Qianzi walked out of the courtyard, Ya Jiu followed behind, and asked in a low voice: Teacher, why is the face of the ape old man growing on the back of his head?

She could see clearly that the body of the ape soaked in the container was facing away from them, but the ape-like face was growing in the middle of the hair, facing them.

Could it be that when Jun Qianzi sewed up the wound, he sewed his neck upside down?

The side effect of the secret healing technique is just a human face.

The one who talked to us just now is also considered an ape old man. Share the same head with the front face.

When the two faces wake up at the same time, it is estimated that they will fight to the death, and only one can survive in the end.

I hope the original face survives, otherwise he will have to walk backwards in the future.

Junqian laughed casually and said, Of course, it may be that the two parties negotiated and lived together. They changed directions during the day and night.

Then I'm a little curious, which side he will face when going to the toilet.

Ya Jiu's thoughts were not as weird as Jun Qianzi's. She pursed her lips and said softly: The ancient secret arts are like this... so

evil?

Jun Qianzi shook his head and said, What is evil?

Humans raise poultry and livestock in captivity, eat their meat and use their skins.

The parasitic wasp lays its eggs on the spider, and the larvae feed on the spider's blood until the spider is reduced to an empty skin.

Scavengers kill stunted larvae and distribute them to other larvae when there is not enough food.

The nature of all things in nature is cruel and indifferent, and the word evil can only be used by humans.

In ancient times, people had no way to practice, so they had to imitate the most powerful aliens.

The cultivation secret technique born in such an environment will naturally look 'evil'.

He paused, and said with a weird expression: In the newspapers of Yu State, artemisinin was called the invention that saved the most lives in history.

This statement is not comprehensive.

The Haotian Clock and Haotian Bell are the things that save the most lives.

With the sound of the bell, most of the aliens can only wander in the mountains and wilderness, and cannot interact with the human world.

In the troubled times at the end of the Qin Dynasty, all the Haotian clocks in cities, towns, and mountain villages all over the world failed for ten days.

After ten days, the population of the world will be seven out of ten.

If the bell is cut off for a month or two, less than 30% of the people in the world may be able to survive - including monks.

Ten does not save three. I am afraid that the troubled times at the end of the Sui Dynasty were nothing more than this.

Ya Jiu frowned tightly,

Seeing this, Jun Qianzi smiled and said: Of course, if the Haotian bell is cut off, at most it will bring mankind back to the dark and wild era where humans and gods lived together.

Compared with the real catastrophe, it is not worth mentioning.

teacher,

Ya Jiu hesitated and said, What is the real catastrophe?

I have followed Jun Qianzi for so long, and I have heard him say countless times that natural disasters are coming, but I still don't know the specific form of the disaster.

flood? sky fire? plague? famine? eternal night? cold winter?

Jun Qianzi was silent for a long time, looked up at the blue sky, and murmured:

There are people in the state of Qi who are worried about the collapse of the sky and the earth, those who are sent by death, and those who waste sleep and food.

You said, if the sky collapses, can people still live?

How could the sky fall?

Ya Jiu was puzzled. She had been lurking in Yu State for so long, and every issue of Neo-Confucianism journals did not fall behind. The level of Neo-Confucianism might not be inferior to that of school students.

She knows that the sky is illusory and ethereal.

How can something without a substance collapse and destroy the world?

Ya Jiu wanted to ask again, but Jun Qianzi picked up an ant that had lost its way from the nest, carried it to the courtyard chair and lay down.

Sleep, sleep.

Jun Qianzi muttered to himself, and gradually fell asleep on the recliner, while the ant in his hand stopped crawling.