Dharma

Xia Jingge's expression clearly showed complete disbelief.

"I heal quickly." Feng Fuling was silent for a while before explaining.

"That can't be like this soon, can it? Would you like me to take a look for you?"

"..."

Feng Fuling's expression became cold again in an instant, he frowned in annoyance, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, ignoring him.

Xia Jingge waited for a long time, but there was no answer from him, so he had to ask again: "Hey, are you listening to me?... I just saw that mouse spirit injecting true energy into your body, didn't you feel that the breath in your body was rushing, very Are you uncomfortable?"

Feng Fuling frowned, still didn't open his eyes, just shook his head. "Never suffered."

"No way?...Listen to me, you really can't be brave! Do you know what the consequences of other people's true qi scurrying in your body are? It's crazy! By the time you feel something's wrong, it's too late!"

Seeing that Feng Fuling was still sitting motionless with his eyes closed, Xia Jingge couldn't help feeling a little anxious.He was hit by the mouse spirit just now, and the zhenqi in his body has gone like a needle prick, and he hasn't recovered from the metallic concussion damage.He couldn't even imagine what it would be like to change the body of someone who had never practiced before.

Feng Fuling opened his eyes and glanced at him impatiently: "Don't make noise."

"..." Xia Jingge choked immediately, and it took a long time before he said aggrievedly, "... There are many people who think that my cultivation base is low, and those who think I am noisy... You are the first one."

Feng Fuling slightly raised one eyebrow, glanced at Xia Jingge, and said coolly: "Now you know that you are arguing."

Xia Jingge thought for a while, but was speechless.

So he made up his mind not to speak until Xiang Rong and Xiang Yu came over.

Thinking about it, Xiang Rong and Xiang Yuzuo couldn't wait, and he thought of an extremely urgent question that he had to ask.

Xia Jingge struggled inwardly, and finally pouted her lips and said, "Even if you said I was arguing, I still have to ask...why haven't they come here yet, the mouse spirit won't go to the lotus pond in the front yard to put out the fire, right?"

"...No." Feng Fuling hesitated for a moment, but ignored him.

"Why?" Xia Jingge was a little puzzled.

"The direction he left was the back mountain." Feng Fuling opened his eyes and sat up straight, "Ah Rong should have taken the bedding from the front hall by the way."

Xia Jingge nodded, and asked again: "Is there a water source in the back mountain? Is it near?"

"Nearly. It's a river." Feng Fuling said, picked up the sword that had been left beside him and held it in his hand again.He obviously understood what Xia Jingge meant, the rat spirit left in a hurry to put out the fire, they had already angered him, and he would definitely turn back after the fire was put out.

Xia Jingge frowned, "Can you go? Take the beads and run first. As long as I stay here, it probably won't chase you."

Feng Fuling looked at him with dark eyes: "Then what should you do?"

"Even if I can't run away, I shouldn't be able to die, right? Doesn't it want me to use it as a magic weapon? It must be useful if I live. Besides... If it's not because of me, you don't have to get involved, I can't protect you It’s already a breach of duty, so I can only tell you to run away first.”

Fengfu Ling Meifeng collected slightly: "Neglect of duty?"

"Yeah, why, do you have any questions?" After Xia Jingge asked, she felt a little embarrassed, and even said with a little disappointment, "As a member of the Jiuhua sect, I couldn't even beat a mouse spirit, and I couldn't protect it well." You guys are so tired that your benefactor got hurt, I really feel ashamed of you and my teacher..."

Feng Fuling frowned completely. He lowered his head and twirled the string of old but rounded beads, and asked after a while, "What responsibility do you have to protect us?"

"I'm a monk. My father said that a monk should protect ordinary people. Besides, even if you stay, you won't be able to defeat that mouse spirit..." Xia Jingge couldn't help but feel a little depressed when he said this. One sword strike can end that mouse spirit.

Feng Fuling frowned, he was a little unhappy, maybe it was because he needed the protection of a young man who looked like a scholar and weak.Xu was unhappy because of this, so he spoke a lot: "It may not let us go. Xiaoyu is like that, even if he runs, he can't run far. The outside is more dangerous than here, with gravel and snow falling on his head. Holding Buddha beads is useless." This is the main reason why Feng Fuling asked Xiang Rong to bring Xiang Yu in instead of asking Xiang Rong to take Xiang Yu and run away immediately.

Xia Jingge fell silent for a moment, he also knew that Feng Fuling was telling the truth, and ran outside without any cover, the broken stones of the Tianzhu were in danger of crushing people to death at any moment.This is the left is dead, the right is dead, if you stay and fight the mouse spirit, maybe there is still a glimmer of life.

Xia Jingge thought, and turned to look at the pile of flames that were still burning from the boiling water.

They beat silently and continuously, only the sound of bubbling from the already boiled water, protesting that they were forgotten.Ordinary flames do not have the blessing of spiritual energy, Xia Jingge wonders if it is also effective to deal with the mouse spirit that has practiced for hundreds of years.The apse is said to be a hall, but it is actually dilapidated. It was supposed to be a place for monks to chant scriptures internally. There is also a cabinet with many leftover scriptures. Obviously, it was not possible to burn fire here, it was simply given by the three of them. remodeled.Some scriptures had already been torn up and thrown into the firewood. Now Xia Jingge could see the ashes of the scriptures curled up beside the firewood.

Obviously, at least Feng Fuling didn't have any reverence for the gods.

That's a good thing.If you want to practice spells, you naturally can't have much awe of gods and demons.Because in the final analysis, monks are just inferior to the so-called immortal gods, and their mood is worse.If you don't talk about the character and race, there is not much difference between monks and those demons and ghosts.

Xia Jingge pondered for a moment, and said to Feng Fuling: "I just saw that your sword moves are very good, but you don't have any internal energy. Let me teach you how to practice. If you are suitable for the fire element, it is the best, and you are about to be defeated by it when you deal with that mouse spirit." fear."

Feng Fuling was startled: "Do you want to be my teacher?"

Xia Jingge shook his head, and said with a smile: "How can this be, I dare not accept you even if you dare to beg... just to teach you some ordinary cultivation methods, the mouse spirit will come soon, and you will use the simplest method then." It is enough to deal with him with the method of controlling the spirit. Although it is actually very difficult to do this, it can only be treated as a dead horse... I hope that the mouse spirit will not come here too early..."

Feng Fuling: "..."

...Knowing that time is running out and he can still talk about this long list, he waited for a while, but Xia Jingge didn't see any next move, so he had to remind, "Let's talk about the formula."

"I still have to determine what five elements attribute you are..."

Feng Fuling: "How can you be sure?"

"I'm thinking about it. I only know the general principle, and I don't have any tools at hand, so I can only try it myself."

"..."

Feng Fuling felt a little unreliable.

Xia Jingge also felt that he was a little unreliable, but the conditions were like that, so if he was unreliable, he had to be tough?

He thought for a while, if he relied on his own spiritual power to deduce Feng Fuling's proficient attributes, it should be feasible, and said: "You stretch out your hand and spread your palms." Feng Fuling did so, and Xia Jingge took his own One hand was put up, holding his palm to cast spiritual power.

Ever since he woke up, he had never seen Feng Fuling smile. Xia Jingge subconsciously felt that Feng Fuling must be cold. When he held his hand, he realized that his palm was hot. The temperature of my palm is much higher.He couldn't help but raised his hand to try Feng Fuling's forehead, and it was a bit strange that he didn't have a fever.

"What?" Feng Fuling raised his hand and grabbed his wrist, his eyes a little vigilant.

"Your palm is very hot, let me see if you have a fever."

Feng Fuling seemed to be taken aback, staring at Xia Jingge's clear black almond eyes for a moment, then let go of his wrist and said: "Perhaps it was just warmed up by the fire." After speaking, his complexion changed slightly, I bit my tongue.

Xia Jingge didn't notice the obvious illogicality and abnormality in his words, knowing that he didn't have a fever, she was relieved and lowered her head to give him spiritual power.

The boiling water was still ringing, Xia Jingge listened, and the rhythm of casting spiritual power almost coincided with the sound of the water.Because he knew that Feng Fuling didn't have true energy in his body, and probably there was still the true energy of rat spirits making trouble, at first he only dared to put in small strands to test, but they all fell into the sea like mud, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. without a trace.Xia Jingge has never done this kind of thing before. Firstly, it is impossible to use him to test the spiritual power attributes of newcomers, and secondly, his spiritual power is low. When encountering some accidents, he does not need to rely on others to input spiritual power. Very good, how can there be a chance to lose some spiritual power to others?

Therefore, Xia Jingge's judgment on the feasibility of this method only stayed at the stage of "theoretically feasible".Encountering this strange situation, he was a little uncertain if there was something wrong with his method, so he asked, "How do you feel?"

Feng Fuling shook his head, "I don't feel it."

Xia Jingge thought about it, but was still a little worried that Feng Fuling would not be able to bear the too much spiritual power, so she only increased the intensity of the spiritual power bit by bit, but still there was no return, and there was no trace.

How could this be?

This is theoretically impossible, right?How can the spiritual power of others be absorbed in an instant without hindrance or rejection?

The current situation is really weird. If Xia Jingge's body is still the leaky scoop full of vents, then Feng Fuling's situation is beyond description, so he just It's like a bottomless spiritual pit...but he doesn't have a trace of true energy in him.Xia Jingge was astonished in his heart, which could not help showing it, and let out a gasp.

Feng Fuling saw that his expression was different, and was about to ask, when suddenly a voice came from the corridor and asked, "What are you doing?"

Xiang Rong supported Xiang Yu with one hand, and his red-tasseled gun with the other, and carried a thick pile of bedding on his back.As soon as the two turned around from the corridor, Xiang Rong suddenly saw Xia Jingge holding Feng Fuling's hand in his hand, thinking that he was still playing Feng Fuling's crooked ideas, he suddenly became angry and stopped immediately.

Feng Fuling naturally knew what he was asking Xia Jingge, and helped Xia Jingge explain: "He wants to teach me the method of cultivating immortals, and he is helping me determine the attributes of the five elements."

Xiang Rong still looked suspiciously at Xia Jingge.It's just that Xia Jingge seems to be quite sincere, he looked at Xia Jingge twice, took off the bedding and quilt on his back, and then flattened the cuffs that were partly rolled up.

In fact, facing this situation, Xia Jingge was still full of doubts. He touched the loose bun on the back of his head, and he didn't know where Xiang Rong's anger came from... People in the world of mortals are really strange , why is everyone's temper erratic, is it too close to the Demon Realm, and the influence is too great...

Xia Jingge slandered, then turned to Feng Fuling and said: "Your body is a bit strange, I put in my spiritual power, but I can't find it... I don't know what's going on, how about this, I put the five elements of the foundation I give you all the methods of practice, try it yourself and see which one is the smoothest for you to practice?"

Feng Fuling: "..."

Is there any more unreliable monk than this?

He pointed to the fire in the distance and said concisely: "I use that."

"Ordinary people can't learn even if they want to. You really don't want to learn?" Xia Jingge was a little surprised.

Feng Fuling looked at him: "It's too late to learn now.... I'll learn after I've beaten the rat spirit."

"Okay..." This could not dissipate the worry in Xia Jingge's heart at all, nor could it make him happy at all.

When this unexpected situation happened, he also knew that no matter how hard Feng Fuling rushed to learn the cultivation method at this time, he would not be able to catch up.Even if he had no confidence in his heart to defeat the mouse spirit that had returned in a rage, he knew that there was absolutely no reason for a monk to abandon a mortal and run alone when encountering monsters harming people.

Anyway, he still owed Feng Fuling his life, even if he desperately wanted to protect these three people. ...Of course, if he died and couldn't protect him, then there was nothing he could do... He tried his best.

Now that the decision was made, Xia Jingge felt a little relieved, and followed Feng Fuling's direction to look over.

The fire was still burning tirelessly, and the white mist was constantly condensing over the cauldron, and then disappeared again and again. Some mottled vermilion loomed behind the mist... It seemed a bit like his father's study in a trance.

Green smoke curls up, coils of incense linger around.

It was the astigmatism of smoke condensed by countless days, and it seemed to be a piece of auspicious light in a certain afternoon.

His father Xia Qinglu held on to his hand and taught him to write his name stroke by stroke.His handwriting was still rusty and unsightly at first, but under the driving of that vigorous and powerful wrist, he actually wrote it in a decent way, and he wrote one or two strokes of the strokes.

After writing, Xia Qinglu touched his head and asked, "My son Jing Ge, do you know why my father named you Jing Ge?"

Xia Jingge took a few glances at the handwriting that he and his father had finished together, put the pen on the brush, looked back at his father and shook his head: "I don't know, please let me know."

His father rarely sighed heavily, rubbed his neatly combed horns lightly, and said after a long while: "Your life is doomed to be difficult, and it is difficult for ordinary people. I hope that no matter how big you encounter Difficulties can be achieved, always have the courage to overcome obstacles, and always have the joy of singing at the festival. It is for Jingge.”

At that time Xia Jingge didn't know what roughness was.

Later, I learned that the ups and downs are that anyone around can swish from Qi training to foundation building, and I am still accumulating Qi, and if I don’t practice for a day, I will leak more than I have saved.Knowing that ups and downs are the original talent gap between people, it cannot be forced.

Now I know again that Ke Ke still wanted to go home but couldn't get in. Others were fighting bloody battles, and he was alone. ...He didn't even get the qualification to guard the place where he grew up for 12 years.

Xia Jingge doesn't know how long a person's life will be, and how many ups and downs his father said are waiting for him, but he thinks, right now, dealing with a mouse spirit is probably not a rough thing.

It just feels a little sore.

Xia Jingge reached out to rub her back, and suddenly felt that the sky was unusually dark.

He looked towards the top of the wall that had collapsed a little, but he saw a cloud of darkness outside, he couldn't tell whether it was a cloud or what, he could only see a huge black object falling rapidly in the sky.

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