[Sword Three] Photosynthesis of Brother Hua

Wan Jing found that after he said these words, the atmosphere in the room became inexplicably strange.

Not far away, Bailiqi was so excited that he couldn't speak with trembling hands.

The sobbing woman next to him raised her head in disbelief.

Qian Rin's pupils suddenly became darker, staring at him with an unclear expression, his face was unexpectedly serious.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" he asked.

Listening to his somewhat unclear question, Wan Jing was full of doubts, wanted to ask something, but didn't even know why this situation was so abnormal.

Could it be that the person in the ice coffin is difficult to treat?

Thinking about it, this should be the reason. If it was cured, Xiu Che would not have wandered around Su Qi's shop for so long, and had been a lonely ghost for so long. He originally thought that Su Qi thought Xiu Che was dead, but now It seems that in this case, even if he is not dead, he can only store his body in an ice coffin like the people of the Baili family, use foreign objects to preserve the body from corruption, and then seek a chance to heal.

Seeing that he was silent, Qian Lin took a few steps forward, seeing the juvenile's dark and clear pupils overlapped with the little purple flower in his memory, feeling a little complicated in his heart.

"Do you know what's going on with him?"

Wan Jing: Sharp... the new favorite?

"The devil's energy enters the soul." Seeing that Wanjing was still standing there calmly without saying a word, Qian Lin explained by himself: "After the devil's energy invades the soul, the root of the soul is broken first, and the soul floats outside the body. Unable to form."

"Secondly, the devil's energy invades the body from the inside out, and the body is locked by the devil's energy, neither life nor death."

"In the end, both the body and the soul are destroyed by the demonic energy, the soul is shattered but not destroyed, the body is locked and not dead, and falls into the consequences of living in the world without life or death. If the body is destroyed by external force, the soul will fly away. Even the possibility of reincarnation and reconstruction is gone."

Qian Lin's voice echoed in the room, it was not clear whether it was ridicule or what, it just made people feel inexplicably startled.

Wan Jing nodded suddenly while listening, expressing that it was so.

It seems that only this kind of situation can be compared with the serious injury situation in the game where there is only "one" point of blood left.

Wan Jing, who finally figured out the cause of the sharp needle convulsion, expressed that he was in a good mood.

"That's the case!" As soon as Qian Lin finished speaking, Wan Jing blurted out his words with certainty and certainty.

"Little brother! Please save my son. As long as you are willing to help, I will go through fire and water—" Bailiqi finally couldn't hide his excitement.

"Shut up." Qian Lin glanced at him coldly.

He stepped forward, pulled Wan Jing's wrist and walked towards the door, his movements were somewhat rough, Wan Jing saw that he was not in the right mood, so he let him pull, the two went out, turned a corner and entered a gazebo, Qian Lin stopped.

"Can you really cure demonic energy into the soul?" He suddenly calmed down.

"No cure." Wan Jing said truthfully.

"Do you have a way?" Qian Lin asked.

"Correct."

"Is it what you said... passed down from your ancestors?"

"you can say it this way."

In the night, Qian Lin's expression was not very clear, but Wan Jing could vaguely sense from his voice that this person's mood was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

It's midsummer, and Wanjing suddenly remembered that the first time he came to this world seemed to be such a summer.

The vegetation around the gazebo is lush, the breeze is blowing, there are no fireflies, and there are no cicadas and frogs. This summer in the cultivation world is a bit dull after all.

Chirin suddenly smiled.

Wan Jing heard his laughter, low and shallow, this kind of cheerful laughter made him inexplicably think of the evildoer who had raised him for more than half a year.

"Should we--" I stood outside for a long time, if I didn't say that I wouldn't leave when I was pulled out, maybe Bailiqi would come out to find them now.

"Ah, let's go back then."

Qian Lin suddenly started to talk unexpectedly, but she held Wanjing's wrist again, the movement was very gentle, and after receiving Wanjing's slightly twitching sideways eyes, she kept this posture indifferently, and returned to the posing position again. The place where the ice coffin is kept.

The moment Bailiqi saw Wanjing stepping in, he came up to him, forced by Qianlin's cold air pressure, he only dared to stand two meters away, but the anxiety and sincerity in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

"Master Wan, please feel free to ask me what you need to prepare for this treatment."

It was the first time I was called that by someone, and I was a little uncomfortable. Wanjing ignored this inexplicable title that made people look decades older. He walked up to the ice coffin, took out a pen, and tentatively brushed it. With the breeze drooping dew, he went to get rid of the devilish energy escaping from that person, and brushed a few more needles to stabilize the situation a little.

He turned around, looked at the few people who were staring at him intently, and said a little uncomfortably: "It is inconvenient for outsiders to be present during the treatment, please leave for a while, and come to see Mr. Ling after the treatment is over." It's not too late."

The two of Baili's family also understood very well. Hearing this, they left. The transformed monster was not interested in their affairs, and stayed in the original room all the time. Only Qian Lin was still standing there. , no intention of leaving.

"Hey, brother Lin. Can I—"

"Am I also an outsider?"

As soon as he said this, Wan Jing didn't know whether he affirmed it bluntly or denied it unconscionably. He had only known each other for a few days, and since acquaintances are always so big-hearted, what he said was really smooth and natural.

Seeing Wan Jing silently thinking about something, Qian Rin knew that she still hadn't been able to break into Xiao Hua's interior in the past few days, changed her name and changed her face to make a very good start, but the progress was still slow.

Qian Lin, who has never taken the initiative to get to know a person, feels that the road ahead is long.

"Just kidding." Qian Lin smiled at Wan Jing, then turned and left.

Isn't it okay not to show it to people who are upright and aboveboard?

Qian Rin said that this kind of thing is not a problem at all.

Seeing that no one else was present, Wan Jing was relieved, and carefully observed the young man in the ice coffin.

In his 20s, with long brown hair and abnormal bruises all over his body, he still maintained the plumpness he had when he was alive, without any signs of shriveling.The clothes on her body seemed to be the common clothes of the Baili family. The style could be considered complicated and gorgeous, but there were cuts in a few places, and the exposed flesh was also cut open. A trace of scarlet could be seen, and the whole person's time seemed to be stopped. It's the same, still staying at the moment of injury.

Wan Jing took a deep breath, calmed down, and calmed down.

This is the first time to use such a skill that was not very safe from the beginning without knowing the result. Not only that, but also related to whether Xiuche can be cured smoothly in the future, so the mood at this time is stronger than before. Be nervous any time you try out a new skill.

He took off the pen at his waist, held it in his hand, first moved his wrist, and then used a few healing skills on the man to find the feeling, and finally held his breath, cautiously The sharp needle was launched.

Fengzhen, who constantly uses highlights to show his sense of existence, finally gets the blessing of Wanjing.

Wanjing's pen floated in front of him, and as he waved his hands lightly, the air mixed with green and black colors slowly gathered, swimming around the pen, and the whole room suddenly filled with a faint mist.

Wisps of air flow were produced, and flowed through Wanjing's hands towards the man in the ice coffin. Every time a stream of air flowed in, the ominous blue-purple color on the man's skin faded away, and the flesh that had been cut open gradually softened. There is a faint tendency to heal.

This person is slowly coming to life.

It is not living in the usual sense. People with devilish energy in their souls will not die voluntarily. They are always at the junction of life and death. They have no consciousness, but their lives still exist. Once this situation is broken, their souls will be scattered.

The places where they were injured will always remain in their original state, and the intrusion of magic energy into the body will make their skin appear blue-purple, and this blue-purple color will always remain on their skin until their relatives, friends and loved ones can no longer bear the daily pain. Suffering, shot to destroy their bodies.

Wanjing felt that his spiritual power was constantly being consumed.

After arriving in this world, he no longer had any concept of inner strength, and instead upgraded as he absorbed the aura in the water in the early stage, he found that his inner strength seemed to have become the spiritual power of a cultivator.

This sharp needle consumes spiritual energy a bit fast.

Wan Jing saw that the purple color on the man's body had only faded by about three-fifths, but his own spiritual power was almost bottoming out.

In the process of using the sharp needle, he couldn't spare the time to get himself a clear water, gritted his teeth, and used his thoughts to get a bottle of blue-returning medicine from his backpack.

Then the medicine bottle gurgled and rolled on the ground a few times.

Please don't abuse me!

This makes him how to take medicine!

"Lin...Brother Lin?" Wan Jing finally couldn't help calling for foreign aid, "Can you come in?"

Qian Lin appeared in front of him in an instant.

so fast.

When Wanjing saw Qianlin in front of him, the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Can I trouble you to pick up the medicine bottle on the ground, and then give me the medicine inside, I'm afraid my spiritual power won't last until the treatment is over." Wan Jing wanted to cover his face very much.

Looking at the hazy fog in the room and the people standing in the fog, Qian Lin was stunned for a rare moment.

The boy's complexion was a little pale at the moment, with thin sweat on his forehead, but for some reason, the color of his lips became more vivid. A few strands of black hair were stained on his neck, and a drop of sweat flowed down his collarbone into his clothes. Panting lightly, even his voice was a little hoarse.

He bent down and picked up the medicine bottle. His hands were cold and the material was unknown. There were some patterns engraved on the body of the bottle. After he glanced at it and remembered it in his heart, he poured out a medicine in the bottle.

This medicine has never been seen before.

Qianlin fed the medicine into Wanjing's mouth, and her fingers inevitably touched Wanjing's lips. After the thin-skinned Wanjing swallowed the medicine, she turned her head a little embarrassed.

"I'd better stand in this room, in case anything happens to you." Qian Lin said.

What he said was reasonable, and Wan Jing didn't refuse.

The treatment has never stopped, the young man in the ice coffin, most of the bruises on his body have gone, and his breathing has resumed, bringing out a touch of heat.

With success not far away, Wanjing became more and more serious.

In the end, as the dark green air flow continued to enter and the bluish purple color continued to disappear, the young man's complexion gradually returned to normal, and his dark and dark lips slowly showed a very light flesh pink color, and the situation was obviously developing in a good direction .

After Wanjing ran out of spiritual power again, this extremely long treatment was finally over. He picked up the pen wearily, and looked at the man in the ice coffin impatiently, wanting to reach out his hand to find out his condition, but Qian Lin stopped him.

Qian Lin yelled out, and Bailiqi and the others rushed in immediately, seeing that the purple color had faded from the body of the person in the ice coffin, they hurried forward, felt the pulse, sniffed the breath, the woman Lying on the man's chest, listening to the heartbeat in his chest, he cried out excitedly.

Under this kind of noise, the man woke up faintly, but his expression was not particularly clear.

"Just leave the rest of the work to them," Qian Lin frowned and looked at Wan Jing's pale face, "If you're worried, I'll ask them to report the recovery of this person tomorrow."

After listening to Qian Lin's words, Wan Jing relaxed. After giving him a grateful smile, he finally couldn't resist the dizziness caused by the exhaustion of spiritual power, his feet softened, and he rushed forward.

Qian Lin shifted his position calmly, so that Wan Jing fell into his arms.

He looked at Wanjing's somewhat clouded eyes, stretched out his hand, and hugged him even tighter.

"It's okay to faint, I'll take you back."

"Thank you very much—" Wan Jing's voice was very weak.

Qian Lin bent down, ready to hug Wan Jing.

"Wait—" Guarding the last sliver of clarity, Wan Jing insisted on expressing his request.

"Don't be hugged by the princess...no, don't be hugged horizontally!"