The coldness of crossing the book

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Title: Time Traveling: The Cold Awakening Through Books

Author: so tired

Jinjiang 2015-08-28 End

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Introduction: When I was first asked to be the protagonist, I actually refused.You can't tell me to be me.First, I want to try it out. I don’t want to say that being the protagonist is so tiring, and I don’t feel safe yet.If you like someone, duang, they disappear.As a result, the audience will definitely scold me, you are not the protagonist!The author told me to add special effects for you!Then I didn't tell me what kind of special effects were added... After the special effects were added, duang, it's even more sad...

Serving Instructions:

1. The author likes serious nonsense, if you are serious, you will lose.

2. This article should be a short story.

Content tags: Time and Space Traveling in Another World Continent

Search keywords: Protagonist: Leng Xing┃Supporting roles: Ji Yaoqing, Yun Jingtian, Ming Xiang, Jin Yu, Hu Tiezhu, etc.┃Others: cheating, but cheating is guaranteed!

☆, the place where dreams begin←. ←

I wake up and travel through.

Before he died, he only heard a loud bang like an explosion, and then lost consciousness with a headache.

When he woke up again, he had turned into a three-year-old little penyu.

After wearing it, I woke up from the cold so cold that my whole body was stiff and dizzy.He crawled out from the dark and narrow belly of the rockery. He probably had a bad cold, and his nose was basically unable to breathe.

He was top-heavy and just wanted to quickly find something warm to warm his body. The fever left him with no time to think about the environment he was in. His only thought was to warm up and survive.

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Winter has passed and spring has come, and five years have passed in a blink of an eye.

It was raining continuously in the sky, and the raindrops were so small that no sound could be heard when they fell on the ground.But it seems to be covered with a fuzzy fine net, which can draw out the infinite flaws and thoughts of many literary and artistic youths.

The eight-year-old child bowed his head and knelt in the rain curtain. The drizzle wet his thin and shabby clothes. Under the clothes, his small body had a clear skeleton, and there was not much flesh at all.The wet hair was dripping with water, and even if the dry hair was soaked, there was no vitality.

He had been kneeling for a long time, and his clothes were completely soaked by the drizzle.

cold.

The weather in early spring was cold and clammy. When I woke up from the cold, my legs were numb and painful, and I felt so sore that I wanted to cry.The punishment couldn't end for a while, so he let his thoughts drift away and tried to divert his attention.

When he heard the servants chatting, they always talked about gods and Taoism with longing and awe.They thought he was still the same idiot who never evaded what he said in front of him. It was through the mouths of these servants that he learned about the world.

This is a cultivator's world.

Immortal Taoism, scholar's love affairs, these folk tales were originally used by the servants to chat in their spare time, Leng Xing knew that nine out of ten of these stories were infinitely exaggerated with embellishments.However, he also learned some useful information, such as the distribution of the world pattern and the existence of the three factions.

Youxian Sect, Jiuyou Sect and Shuijing Wanhua Sect are ranked first-class schools, among which Jiuyou Sect is the big brother, and it is the big one among the big schools.

The pattern of the world is a continent, a forest and an ocean, basically divided into three equal parts, Taoism and Buddhism are in the mainland, and the monster race is in the forest and the ocean.

Now human cultivators are dissatisfied with the status quo, and both the forest and the ocean want it, so there is constant friction with the monster race.

Buddhism is honestly settled in a corner, recites its own scriptures, cultivates its own Buddha, and does not compete with the world.

After all these years, Leng Xing knew that Xiao Penyu was an idiot before he was impaled, and he was in a daze all day long.After waking up from the cold, Xiao Penyu should have died.After all, with such a high fever, a long-term malnourished child could easily die after staying in the damp and dark rockery belly for an unknown amount of time.

The coldness penetrating into the bone marrow interrupted Leng Xing's unrestrained imagination.He frowned and looked at the fluttering raindrops, with a sneer on his lips.He was reborn into a third-rate cultivator's family, and his mother was a little maid who died of hemorrhage after giving birth to him.When she was pregnant with him, she missed something and almost had a miscarriage. Perhaps because of this reason, the original owner of this body was born with a dementia, so she was thrown into the pile of servants, and it is estimated that she will only be a senior when she grows up. It's just a servant.Over the years, he has seen through countless obvious plots, so he pretended to be stupid and brushed shoulders with death several times.

It is estimated that the people who want him to die see that he is a dementia and he is young, so they don't plan to spend any effort to deal with him. Even if they want to deal with him, they just pass the time to vent.So those methods to kill him are simple and perfunctory, not lethal.After all, he is just a waste of a maidservant girl, and he will not affect the interests of the housewives at all, so there is no need to include him in their house fighting chips.

It's not that he is a kind person when he wakes up cold.

The following short story illustrates.

Today he was fined to take care of the weeds in the yard in the rain. It was a little girl who was looking for trouble, and she didn't want to care about the other party's arrogance, but she actually poured hot tea on his head... Ha ha.

What a dead end.

He pretended to have put the slippery pebbles away unintentionally, and after standing in his position, he sneered at her in disgust.

As expected, the other party was enraged, and even clamored to rush over in person and wanted to beat him, which gave a pleasant surprise to the plan that he just wanted to teach her maids a lesson and give them some blood to disgust her.Miss Leng's family who bullied him stepped on the cobblestones that had been placed when she rushed towards him. She slipped and threw herself forward uncontrollably. She immediately screamed and fell face down on the ground, and then the sound suddenly sounded like being stuck. After a while, a puddle of blood flowed out from under the girl.

A shovel as thick as a ping-pong ball pierced through her abdomen, protruding through her body, nailing the girl to the ground bloody.This is a shovel used to deal with rocks. It has a flat end and a pointed end. Leng Xing inserted it firmly into the dirt in the garden.

She ran into it by herself, no one touched her, and Leng Xing cleared her relationship.

"Ah———" the maid's scream almost pierced Leng Xing's eardrums.

Whether this little girl can survive or not depends on her fate.

It's just that this time is the heaviest attack he has ever made, and it was all small troubles before.But he is not guilty at all, if someone feels retaliated and wronged for doing bad things, then you still do JB's bad things?It's not Baozi that he wakes up coldly, it's just to see if he is willing to take revenge.

Like Aunt X's bad face incident, Master S's misleading case... There are so many, too many to enumerate.

Like Leng Xing, a nameless illegitimate child who is not loved by his father and mother, and who dares to be kicked by the servants, in the inner court of a third-rate cultivator family with poor quality but a large population, he is used as a punching bag for the losers of the house fight every day Being abused, no matter how well-behaved she is, she will change, okay?

Such a big incident happened today, even though Leng Xing acted innocent, he was punished to kneel on the spot.

As for the maids present today, they were dragged down and beaten to death.

The reason why Leng Xing was not beaten to death together was because a certain concubine wanted to disgust Miss Leng's biological mother and tried her best to intercede with him, thus temporarily saving his life.

It's just that this little life is saved for the time being. After the lady loses her beloved daughter, she will definitely come to kill him.

Next to it was the scene of the crime. The rain diluted the blood and slowly flowed towards him.Leng Xing watched quietly, with neither sadness nor joy on his face.

He thought that maybe when the blood stained his body, he would turn bad, from body to heart, was soaked in the disgusting blood until it rotted, so bad that even he himself felt disgusted.

He wasn't originally a pervert who could poke a young girl's stomach without changing his face.It's just that he endured it again and again, but others pressed him step by step, and they didn't treat him as a person at all.People under the eaves, he had to bow his head.It's just that the anger keeps accumulating, but one day it will explode.

Like today.

Why do you always force him to be stained with blood?

tick.

Leng Xing felt that his eye sockets were very hot, his nose was sore and astringent, and the warm liquid left his eye sockets and slid down to the ground.

The next moment, the body suddenly vacated.Someone picked him up and pressed him into his arms.

The cold body was suddenly wrapped in warmth, which made him shiver.He didn't struggle in a daze, and seemed to have forgotten to struggle, just watched the diluted reddish liquid flow over the place where he was kneeling, but it didn't touch him in the slightest.Until he was carried into the gazebo and wrapped in a monk's robe with sandalwood.

"Ah..." He opened his mouth blankly, looking at the beautiful monk in front of him.

Yes, a very beautiful monk.

Pretty but not feminine, just purely beautiful.

The eyebrows seemed to be carefully drawn out, the warm and peaceful eyes looked distant and ethereal, and the corners of the lips were slightly hooked, with kindness and compassion.

He is not as beautiful as a monk, but like a Buddha.

In short, Leng Xing's brain is turned into a mess by the beauty, but it's just purely admiring the beauty.

The monk didn't seem to mind his staring eyes, and hugged him into his arms again, wiped off the rain on his face, and asked him in a low voice where he lived, apparently meaning he wanted to send him back to his residence.

The sound is also terrible.

Leng Xing recovered from the state of being strongly shocked.He pushed the monk away, "Who wants you to mind your own business!"

He almost became angry from embarrassment at his behavior of coveting other people's body temperature just a moment ago.

Monk made him feel like a pathetic weakling!Being pitied by others!

Well, this is the performance of the second grade.

"Amitabha, the poor monk heard the cry of the little benefactor." The monk lowered his brows and looked down, his peaceful eyes met the cold and awake eyes.

Leng Xing smiled coldly, "You seem to be trying to make me smile, haha." There was a strong sense of irony in his words, "Oh, you are a monk, your kindness is so overflowing that fog will form when you walk on the road Take it for a while and twist it into an S and then twist it into a B, right? I understand the reasoning, but can you get away in a mellow way after you meddle in your business? Hehe, crying? Yes, I was crying and saying who will save me Lah, but none of your business!"

The desire hidden in the bottom of my heart was actually revealed in a single word, and I was so cold that I was out of anger.Normally he wouldn't say so much, let alone spray poison on a stranger, just blame this sentimental season, and the concurrent second interpretation. ←

The monk was silent, maybe he was reflecting on his actions, maybe he was trying to understand the meaning of Leng Xing's words...

"Amitabha, the clear picture has surpassed the distance."

"..." The monk who couldn't return his words made Leng Xing calm down from his jumping feet.The other party really gave him a hand.

I just avoided this time, but there will be the next time and countless next times.This filth will eventually be stained.

"Monk, take me to be a monk." Leng Xing said.

Ming Xiang glanced at him, his eyelids slightly closed, "Little benefactor has no destiny with Buddha."

Hello!Smelly monk, your three aunts and six wives are all blown up!

Although he said it with the idea that "Being a monk is happy except for chanting scriptures and eating vegetarian food every day. The most important thing is that it is a paradise compared with this place", but can you see through such small thoughts?If you see through it, you say that people have no fate?

It's better if you just say no to it!

Unwilling to admit that he failed in seeking comfort, Leng Xing didn't know that he had been calm for so many years, but meeting this monk would be a failure.Maybe because the other party looks like a stranger who can make a hole in the tree, maybe subconsciously think that monks can't fight back when they beat them, because they are angry, they will commit anger, so they are like white lotus flowers (...) Bullying, or the anger has been held in my heart for too long, and I need to vent it.

Or maybe this monk is too beautiful to be lethal.

"Go, go, go!" Leng Xing, who felt that he had been fired, waved away impatiently, "The hut is over there, go by yourself." I wanted to be convenient but lost my way, so I met the person who triggered the event in an unfamiliar scene He was tired of hearing small plots like NPCs, so he felt that the other party was the same. Otherwise, how could he explain the appearance of a strange and beautiful little monk in the inner courtyard where the female relatives lived?

"Amitabha, the poor monk was passing by the Leng Mansion. It happened that the benefactor of the Leng Mansion was seriously injured. The monks were merciful, and the poor monk was just doing his best. It's just that the poor monk still has something unclear, so I came to have a look."

With the ability of Mingxiang, as long as people are not dead, most of them can be rescued.It's just that when he looked at Miss Leng's wound, something was wrong in his heart, so he wanted to come and take a look.When he got up and walked to this remote courtyard, he was even more suspicious. Looking at Miss Leng's clothes and the nervousness of other people, it didn't look like she would come to such a secluded place. Who would want to kill a young girl? Where's the girl?Before he could figure it out, the intermittent cries of the drizzle made him involuntarily look towards the center of the courtyard.

Crying silently, mixed in the rain, heart-piercing.

A thin child kneeling in the rain with his head down.

The figure exuding boundless loneliness is not what a child should have.Ming Xiang rushed up and hugged him tightly into his arms, as if to stop something, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the child also breathed a sigh of relief.

The child looked at him, not like a child should have.But unexpectedly clear and bright, and like a child who doesn't know much about the world.

Mingxiang proclaimed the Buddha's name in his heart.

"That woman is not dead?" Leng Xing asked calmly, although it was a question, he already knew the answer.

"Amitabha." Ming Xiang saw the undisguised malice in the eyes, and he understood a little bit in his heart.

"Surviving a catastrophe may not lead to future blessings." Leng Xing snorted coldly.

If she still comes to tease him recklessly in the future, he has plenty of ways to concoct the enemy.

Ming Xiang hesitated for a moment, and took off the rosary in his hand.It was a string of ordinary rosary beads, bright yellow jade color, which seemed to reveal peace and tranquility.The two beads in the middle are engraved with Mingxiang's Dharma name.Mingxiang uses it to worship Buddha and chant scriptures every day, so this ordinary rosary also reveals the Buddha's nature.

Ming Xiang handed the rosary to Leng Xing, "You take it to the Yunshan School, and you can leave here. It's just that there are hells everywhere in this world. When you leave this one, you will step into another one, Amitabha."

Leng Xing raised his eyebrows, took the rosary, and said with a smile: "What are you talking about with a child?"

Ming Xiang replied: "You are naturally different."

Leng Xing choked for a moment, feeling as if the monk had seen through the origin, and couldn't help asking: "Honestly speaking, do you know anything?"

The author has something to say: Uh, it’s my first post, so nervous...

☆、A good monk will also be tragic【Catching insects】

Apparently silent.

Woke up with excitement, and then...

"Ah chirp!"

Caught a cold.

With a clear glance, the most important thing now is to go back and change into dry clothes, otherwise no one will feel sorry for you if you run into the street.The monk likes to cover up and pretend to be mysterious when he speaks. If he gets confused because of this sentence, he is really stupid.

In a sober understanding, when you get along with monks, you can take advantage of them, but you can't believe anything except what you express clearly.Because they can't tell lies, what they are best at is to put on a righteous and straightforward face and say specious things to fool people, and don't make it too easy to trick others.

It's such a dark group.

The monk said that he is different, not necessarily because he knows something, the scope of "different" is too broad, for example, if you pull a girl over and say, you are different from her, you have a penis...

The first encounter between Leng Xing and Ming Xiang ended like this with his crazy sneeze as the background sound.

Although this encounter is not with flower petals as the background, and there is no comic-style buling~buling~ that blinds people's eyes, but I have to say literaryly, the cold and dark heart has light.

Leng Xing changed into clean clothes, put the rosary in his arms, thought about it, and planned to hit the road.Anyway, it's not interesting to stay in this place, just run if you have to.

He knew where there was a dog hole where he could crawl out, and relying on his small size and familiarity with the terrain of Lengfu, it would not be too easy to sneak out quietly.

Don't they all say that Xiu is really against the sky?As a time traveler, he can't just hang around at the bottom all the time, can he?When I come to the cultivation/world without comprehension, I feel ashamed to say that I am the main character.

Leng Xing asked for directions all the way and walked all the way, let alone the hardships on the way.After all kinds of difficulties, he finally reached the Yunshan School, showed his rosary beads, and successfully entered the Yunshan School through the back door.

Only at this time did he know that Ming Xiang was the first disciple of Xiaoling Mountain.Xiaoling Mountain is a place for practicing Buddhism, and it is an island in the sea.In the eyes of the world, Xiaoling Mountain is a mysterious place. Although it has little influence, no one dares to underestimate it.Buddhism is a mysterious and unreasonably powerful practice/dharma, which makes practitioners dread it.However, because of the monks' attitude of indifference to the world and their inherent incomprehensible feeling, no one went to trouble them for nothing.

Therefore, the effect of the rosary beads of Mingxiang is obvious.

For a small place like the Yunshan School, I really dare not easily disregard Ming Xiang, the successor of the mainland's first Buddhist/Dharma monopoly group.If there is no accident, after the old abbot retires, Ming Xiang will be the host.What's more, Mingxiang had helped the Yunshan faction a little not long ago, and now someone came to the door with his token to ask for cover, of course they had to help.So even if Leng Xing's aptitude was not good enough, the head of the Yunshan School turned a blind eye and accepted him.

You can still take the opportunity to build a good relationship with Xiaolingshan, can't you?

Leng Xing successfully entered the third-rate sect Yunshan Sect, and joined Zhenjing Zhenren's sect. His seniority is not bad, he is from the generation of master and uncle.

With longing for the future, Leng Xing feels that his beautiful life is about to begin~~~

Ha ha.

How can life be so sweet?

I don't know if it's because the quality of the third-rate small sect is not up to standard, or it's the same everywhere. When Leng Xing was carried into the alchemy pavilion with his broken bones, his eyes were dark.

The cause of the matter was nothing more than that someone wanted to see the rosary beads that he never left his body for a moment, and he seemed to have no return.He refused and was beaten.

By this time, Leng Xing had been in the door for ten years.For the past ten years, he has been practicing spells desperately, but because of his poor aptitude, he has only reached the fifth level of the Qi Refining Stage after ten years.

The foundation building period is reached after the tenth level of Qi refining, and only after passing the foundation building period can it be considered that the threshold of cultivation has been crossed.

Those below the Golden Core are all ants, so why bother making things difficult for ants.Wake up thinking.

Over the years, he has restrained his temper, kept a low profile, practiced in closed doors when he had nothing to do, and avoided right and wrong as much as possible.But I have to say that the Yunshan School is really a school that has nothing to do and eats enough to fill up, just like the porridge that is full of mouse feces and only one grain of rice.

In the smoky Yunshan faction, if you don't go out, you will find yourself in trouble.Leng Xing's talent is too poor. I agree with the waste's qualifications. Maybe it's okay for him to be a boy sweeping the floor honestly, but he went through the back door and became a master.Those talented disciples who were suppressed for no reason were very upset, and they had to stare at him to find fault.His uncle is actually more useless than a boy sweeping the floor.All kinds of them, let alone mention them.

Before the injury healed quickly, Leng Xing was sent down the mountain to eliminate demons and defend the way.

In Yuanshan Town not far below the mountain, it was heard that there was a monster that ate the hearts of living people, and it had already killed many people. As a decent person, the Yunshan faction naturally couldn't stand by and watch.

Leng Xing went down the mountain alone, he had nothing but an iron sword on his back and a flute at his waist, but he felt more relaxed and comfortable than ever.

Away from the hustle and bustle, it really makes people feel peaceful from the heart.

...even on the road to death.

If it weren't for the fact that there were still tasks to be done, he really wanted to find a place with a beautiful environment to roll around for a few days before talking.

He rushed to Yuanshan Town non-stop, and he was still a novice in the cultivation world of bumpkins. Leng Xing was almost scared to pee by the soaring demon energy.

The idiots of the Wucao Yuanshan faction really want him to die!

This is Mozun's very special boss!Now he is like a trumpet who has just left Novice Village and goes alone to open up the wasteland Abyss·[-]-person full-level dungeon, and there is no small medicine yet!

Waking up from the cold, his teeth itch with hatred.

It is definitely impossible to rush up rashly like this, so Master Leng decided to check the situation first.

Look, there seems to be a monster wind blowing over there, wow, it's coming this way so fast... The fog grass has been discovered!

It took a long time to realize that he was discovered and was about to be attacked, so he turned around and wanted to run.

Well, I was caught by no accident.

The monster waved his hand casually, breaking his legs, wrapped in a black evil wind, he woke up from the cold, only to feel the world spinning, and then passed out.

When she woke up late, she was actually in someone else's arms.Leng Xing subconsciously struck out with a palm.

"puff!"

The opponent spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Leng Xing rolled on the spot, moved away from that person, and then stared at him coldly and vigilantly.

"Ah..." An unexpected person appeared in front of him unexpectedly, "Monk?"

Yes, such a beautiful face, no one can easily forget.It's just that Baoxiang's solemn and beautiful face in his impression is pale and haggard at the moment, with blood froth still hanging on his lips.

"Amitabha."

"The dead monk lost half his life, so give me a ball." He complained mercilessly, but his body leaned over, snatched Mingxiang's wrist, and put it on it with a serious face.

Standard mouth and body integrity yo.

Ming Xiang touched the rosary on Leng Xing's wrist.

Leng Xing frowned, and withdrew his hand, "Forget that I don't know how to see a doctor."

"The Poor Monk Association." Ming Xiang said, stretching his hand towards Leng Xing's leg.

"Oh." The monk touched the leg, and after a sharp click, the leg bones were healed. Leng Xing, who had been used to a small injury for three days and a serious injury for five days, gritted his teeth and passed the pain. "Monk, aren't you very powerful, why did you get hurt like this?"

"The poor monk was fighting with the monster, but he didn't want the benefactor to get involved. The monster took the opportunity to attack and succeeded. Fortunately, the poor monk rescued the benefactor."

"Oh, you mean you were made like this to save me? Monk, are you claiming credit?" The severe pain in his legs made his face hideous, and his words also carried a sinister meaning.

"..."

The monk didn't answer, and Leng Xing also realized that he was venting his anger.He blamed his misfortune on Ming Xiang, who would not resist.

Because of his appearance, he joined the Yunshan School.In the past ten years in the sect, all his hopes have been shattered into scum, and his dignity has been severely trampled into the soil... But people have taken precautions before, saying that it may not be good there Well, there is purgatory everywhere in the world.It was he himself who took the so-called Xiuxian sect as his hope in life and insisted on entering it.Now that hope is shattered, I will show my face to others.It's like pretending to be forced by others because they treat him well...

It's really ugly.

Woke up and wanted to cover my face.

"Where is this?" Self-adjustment, Leng Xing changed the subject.

"In the ruined temple in Yuanshan Town."

"Oh."

"...The monster used the blood of the living to form a demon formation, and it will take some time to break out of the formation."

Leng Xing waved his hand, "Then you should be busy." Then he asked insincerely, "Do you need help?"

"...The benefactor can rest in peace and heal his wounds."

"Hmm." He didn't like to speak in front of others, and he was as silent as a piece of background cloth, but he was a little unscrupulous in his words and deeds in front of Mingxiang. Feel at ease by his side.

Mingxiang began to meditate to heal his wounds. He woke up from the cold and rolled his eyes for a while. After glancing at the monk who had closed his eyes, he couldn't turn his eyes away.

Before Leng Xing was a dead house, and a proud dead house.He really can't master the skills of getting along with strangers, so he usually holds it up in front of outsiders, pretending to be deep in a small gesture.But as soon as he was in front of acquaintances, he showed his true colors, and he was easy to get carried away when he spoke bluntly and arrogantly.

By the way, also color control.

Why is this person so good-looking?

Ming Xiang slowly opened his eyes, meeting those unscrupulous eyes.Leng Xing just raised his eyebrows, still staring at his face without hesitation.

"What is the benefactor looking at?" Ming Xiang had no choice but to ask.

"Look at you." Leng Xing was not hypocritical.

Ming Xiang shook his head, "The benefactor is looking at the poor monk, but he is not looking at the poor monk."

"If you want to talk to me, talk well, or shut up." Don't just talk about Zen, he is too lazy to guess the meaning.

Why bother to be a top student to be a scumbag?The academic master who speaks and comes with reading comprehension questions is simply incompetent!

"...The benefactor is looking at the poor monk's appearance, but his mind is not on the poor monk."

Leng Xing raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

In the face-controlling group, a few people just lick your face, and then turn around and cry and sing conquest under another face.

Waking up cold is one of a kind.

After Ming Xiang healed his wounds, he let Leng Xing stay well, and then went to fight the monster.

With the help of Leng Juju, he was so happy that he didn't have to worry about these terrible things to save the common people, and his level was not enough, so he waited in the ruined temple with peace of mind.

Facts have proved that Ming Xiang really lived up to what the world said. After a period of darkness and darkness, the sun and the moon were dark, stunts and stunts, Ming Xiang cleaned up the monster.

It's just that all the human beings in this town have been wiped out. Ming Xiang recited Amitabha Buddha and set a fire. The whole town was surrounded by fire, and everything would be reduced to a handful of ashes soon.

Leng Xing, who has limited mobility, was carried out of Yuanshan Town by the princess, with a sea of ​​flames behind him.

Very cool, very victorious scene.

however.

"Monk... cluck... run away..." Leng Xing suddenly let out a strange voice from his throat, and suddenly gathered all the strength in his right hand, inserting/inserting Mingxiang chest.

Bright red hot blood splashed out and covered their faces.

The author has something to say: Then this is the second update~

☆、The "sad" monk

After Ming Xiang finished his stunt, his combat power had reached the level of Zhan Wuscum, so Leng Xing succeeded with one move.

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!" Leng Xing screamed, with a splitting headache.

Ming Xiang spat out a mouthful of blood, propped himself up on one knee and knelt on the ground, and then slapped Leng Xing's head with his palm.

Leng Xing's eyes were red, and blood-thirsty tyranny surged in his eyes.Amidst the boundless madness, a sudden coolness flowed in from the top of his head, allowing him to recover a bit of clarity.After seeing the murder in front of him, he panicked, and asked with a trembling voice, "What's wrong with me? Monk, why are you bleeding? Ah..." He saw the blood that he still had on Mingxiang's chest. hand, petrified.

how come?Last moment he was still fussing about the princess, why did he become like this in a daze?

"It's okay." Mingxiang pressed him to keep him from moving around, the spiritual power in his hand was continuously conveyed, invading the coldly awakened sea of ​​consciousness, and entangled the monsters lurking inside.

The fight directly in the fragile sea of ​​consciousness made Leng Xing cry out in pain. He wanted to struggle, but Ming Xiang firmly restrained him and couldn't move.Ming Xiang wanted to protect his spiritual consciousness, which was as cold and awakened as a shimmer, but the monster didn't care at all, rampaging and destructive.Because Ming Xiang's spiritual consciousness was too weak for Leng Xing, he was afraid that a big move would hurt him, so he could only back down blindly.

The pain from the cold awakening became weaker and weaker, and it seemed that the spiritual consciousness was about to disappear.

Ming Xiang fixedly looked at his slack eyes, and suddenly sighed softly: "I hope, the poor monk did nothing wrong."

There is a kind of practice in Buddhism, called Daigo Enlightenment, which can improve a person's cultivation in a short period of time. This is a general method of empowerment, and the cost is to consume all the cultivation of the caster.There is another way to comprehensively improve the cultivation and aptitude of the empowered person at the cost of consuming the caster's cultivation and lifespan. (Oh, the author is talking nonsense seriously...)

Leng Xing's aptitude is too poor, I'm afraid his body won't be able to withstand the sudden rise in cultivation base of the ordinary empowerment method, and he will just die violently.

So if you want him to live now, you can only use the second empowerment method to comprehensively improve his cultivation, so that he can withstand the spiritual impact he forced out of the monsters in his spiritual sea.

Waking up from the cold, I felt pain all over my body and seemed to be able to hear the sound of bones cracking.There is an external spiritual power washing his veins and flesh and blood, stimulating his weak spiritual power to run violently, that force forcefully widens his weak tendons, and slams into the originally closed place with brute force over and over again. open.It is destroying and repairing at the same time, connecting the original scattered spiritual power, and gradually converging into a river. This spiritual power forms a river that rushes and boils and converges to the dantian, forming a vortex. The vortex turned more and more urgently, and gradually formed a golden bead.

All of a sudden, the foundation building period was crossed, and the pill was formed directly.

In the end, this terrifying cultivation base climbed up and stopped at the middle stage of Jindan.

At the same time, Ming Xiang finally succeeded in catching the monster in Leng Xing's sea of ​​consciousness and sealed it in his own sea of ​​consciousness.

After that, he couldn't hold on any longer and fell on Leng Xing's body.

Leng Xing spat out a mouthful of blood stagnated in his throat, and woke up.

"Monk! Mingxiang, what's wrong with you, you're scaring me..." Mingxiang's whole body was soaked in blood now, his pretty face was completely ashamed. It was inserted into Mingxiang's chest, brushed past his heart, and came out through his chest. If Mingxiang hadn't been able to dodge quickly, this beating heart would have been crushed.

It's really a second I have a particularly horrific skill.

But isn't Ming Xiang very powerful?Isn't he already in the Nascent Soul stage?Why such a crispy donkey, who is this? !

"...Listen to me." Ming Xiang put his lips to Leng Xing's ear and said with force.

"Can you heal your wounds first? After you recover, I can chat with you all night!" Leng Xing cried.

He had a very bad feeling.

"The poor monk has a younger brother. The poor monk has been looking for him for many years, and now I only know that he is in the nearby mining area... If possible, I hope the benefactor can take care of him for a while... The only regret of the poor monk , I can’t serve my parents until I grow old, cough cough cough!”

"Don't look for me, go by yourself...Monk, don't cough, don't vomit blood, I'm afraid..." Leng Xing tried to heal Mingxiang, but found that his body had decayed, showing The state of running out of oil and lamps withered.

This monk is going to die.

"The benefactor's current cultivation level...has allowed you to live freely in this world...The poor monk hopes that you will be happier in the future...Ahem, the poor monk uses all the merits. ...for the benefactor...the opportunity to reshape the golden body...I hope the benefactor...must not...cough for the disaster!!! "Ming Xiang can only focus on the key points when speaking now, he is afraid that there is not enough time.

What followed was a piercing cough.

After coughing hard, the blood still gushes out like a fountain.

Leng Xing only felt his head explode, and when he came back to his senses, his hands were unconsciously making a tactic.

Leng Xing's sense of crisis is very good. Every time he is thrown to clean the scripture cabinet where magic spells are stored, he will try his best to find opportunities to learn spells.His memory is superb, and he will never forget the things he has read. As long as there are disciples who come to read the classics legally, he will try his best to peek at them, but he can only read some books, those jade slips, there is no way read.

While peeking, he learned a soul-fixing formula.As long as the caster sacrifices 30 years of cultivation, the life of the caster can be kept for three days (one time, the status cannot be superimposed-.-).

That is to say, just hang your life, and in the three days in exchange for 30 years, the people who survived are so weak that they can cross eighteen hills when the wind blows.Leng Xing was still complaining when he was studying, isn't it because of those who said their last words are always "the murderer is... is... (cough) the murderer is...