What's wrong with the doctor is so annoying

I was lying on the window sill bored, watching a group of ants come in neatly through the hole in the window paper, marched along the edge of the tatami to the ground, and then turned a corner and went straight to store food. The room in the room was very purposeful. If it wasn't for the burns on my body, I would definitely follow the ants all the way through my curiosity and cause some damage on the way they must pass.

...Oops, it's nothing more than a shrinking body, why does it seem that even the IQ has begun to degenerate now?That kind of naive way of playing is obviously not interesting after going to kindergarten!

After standing for not long, the two fleshy short legs began to tremble, so I had to sit down and rest for a while, then moved a little bit with my hands on my buttocks, and lay down again.With just such a small movement, I was so tired that I couldn't even lift my eyelids. This seems to be affected by the shrinkage of my body. Maybe such a big child's head can't bear too complicated thinking.

I slept until the moon was in the middle of the sky. I woke up without warning. My brain was still in a muddy state, and it slowly started to function slowly. The scenes I saw these days were like scattered puzzle pieces. Like that, it was all in pieces, and it took a long time for it to become clear. It moved back to the correct position little by little, and finally realized—oh, I’m wearing it again.

This feeling is maddening, like loading a 80st-century 21A-level masterpiece with realistic image quality on a broken computer in the 3s. It took a lot of effort to run it, and it crashed and blacked out every minute. To want to smash the keyboard.

Because my energy was really limited, it took me about a week to slowly recall that I should have been sucked into the super-dimensional space in the sea when the Pillar of Life Temple collapsed, and then I didn’t know what happened. Instead, he traveled through time again, and inexplicably degenerated into the state of a two- or three-year-old child. His body was wrapped in several layers of bandages, and he was suspected of being severely burned.

But thankfully, this body is still my own. After resting for a few days and my body got better, I found that I can finally use the silent small universe. After that, I have been trying to use the power of mental control of the small universe to heal myself. It didn’t take long , I can sit up and move my hands and feet. It feels so good not to lie down.

About the tenth day after waking up, the little girl who was in charge of changing the dressing checked and removed most of the cloth strips from my body, and helped me put on a bottom shirt. I finally got rid of the fate of being naked.The few remaining pieces of skin that were not fully healed were wrapped in a large piece of air-permeable cloth to prevent them from touching dirt. There seemed to be no bandages or gauze here, but fortunately, there were no signs of infection after so many days.

When she packed up her things and went out to wash, I tried my best to concentrate the power of the small universe on the right palm. The injury in that place seemed to be the most serious. The fingers can't be bent well until now, and it will be troublesome if they don't heal quickly.

The blue halo, which is so faint that it is almost invisible, is lingering and flickering around the palm, and it may go out at any time, but I don't expect the small universe to last too long, thank God if it lasts for 5 minutes.

Just when I was trying to move my thumb, the door was suddenly pushed open, and my arm was held down almost instantly, which made me sweat all over my body, and I instinctively wanted to break free, but now this His body was as weak as a chicken cub, and soon his insignificant resistance was forcibly suppressed by the other party.

After a moment of panic, I calmed down instead. Anyway, I can only sit and wait for what he wants to do now, so why bother.

Thinking of this, I just carefully observed the person's appearance - he has a typical East Asian face, he looks very young, he will not be more than 20 years old when he dies, and his half-length black hair is loosely tied behind his head Cheng Yi, wearing a simple but very wear-resistant exercise uniform, which is the one worn by those masters who practiced in the deep mountains and old forests all day long in the manga. The muscle lines on the exposed arms are extremely refined, and it looks like it has been honed for a long time the results.

The only thing that is special is his eyes, which reflect a vermilion hue under the light. The eyes of most East Asians should be brown. I don’t know why the color of his eyes is different from that of ordinary people. .But this is not worth making a fuss about. I have long been used to seeing all kinds of weird hair and eye colors, and some people will automatically dye their hair when they are mentally ill.

I heard that the old lady and the little girl who lived in this room called him Izo. In a certain sense, this name is also a kind of bad street in Japanese comics. People say that they have no ink in their hearts, but they are extremely talented in swordsmanship. He was favored by Takeshi Ruishan, the leader of the Tosa Qin Royal Party, and included in his command. Far broadcast.

But the little brother in front of me is obviously not the kind of person who would draw a sword at each other. He was polite when talking to the grandparents and grandchildren. He often helped them carry a lot of firewood and herbs, and he slept outside alone at night. In the firewood room, Nadeko would often go to see him secretly, and then sneak back to make medicine with a flushed face, and was often reprimanded by Granny Feng to concentrate on work.

From their conversation, we can know that it was Yizang who brought me down from the mountain, so he stayed here to pay attention to my injuries, otherwise, according to his long-standing habit, he would practice alone in the deep mountains and old forests all year round.

In the short few days of getting along, I have at least figured out one thing, that is, this is still the world of saints, but it seems that the age is much earlier than the node I wore before. Look at the clothes of the grandparents and grandchildren The decoration and the standard of the house can barely tell that it may be the Edo period.However, the entire Edo period spanned more than 200 years, and this is a fairly remote mountain village. It may not have changed much for thousands of years, so it is impossible to judge the specific year.

The reason why I am sure that this is still the world of saints is mainly because of Yizang’s habit, the firewood he carries back is always neatly stacked, and has been cut to the most suitable thickness. When adding firewood, I can see that the treated firewood sticks are almost the same as those mass-produced on the assembly line, and the sizes are exactly the same. This is obviously impossible to be a masterpiece of a hatchet, and when Yizang is out, He will not carry any sharp weapon on his body.

In order to be easy to take, the extra firewood was piled up near the tatami mat where I was lying. When I had the strength to move, I could reach out and touch it lightly, and I could feel the traces of the small universe left on it.As my body recovers better and better, I am more and more sure that Yizang is a powerful person who can skillfully use the small universe, and the strength of his small universe is not inferior to any gold saint fighter I have come into contact with before!

This conjecture was confirmed one day, because the roof tiles of the firewood house were old and damaged, and the climate in the mountain was unpredictable, so Zang temporarily moved one of the things placed there for fear that the firewood would be wet by the sudden rain. Go to the room where I live, then climb to the roof and go to work.

When I saw that golden box engraved with a pattern of a sheep's body and a fish's tail, I just wanted to sigh.

Theoretically, the portraits of every generation of golden saints will be kept on the astrology building, but the situation of the previous generation is a bit special, the battle situation is too tragic, even the non-combatants stationed in the sanctuary are all dead, and a large amount of data and portraits are also destroyed by the war , When Shi On finally cleaned up the mess after the war, and worked hard to improve his painting skills, he found that no matter how he wrote, he could no longer restore the vivid lives in his memory.

As a result, the golden saints who died in the holy war in the middle of the eighteenth century became the only generation of "lost persons" without any image data.

Neither Tong Hu nor Shi Ang seldom mentioned matters related to the jihad of the previous generation with their juniors. Perhaps in their hearts, those pasts have been soaked in blood and sacrifices. Even if they only mention their names, it is a great disrespect to the deceased.In my opinion, the huge trauma left by the war in the hearts of the two elders cannot be healed even after more than 200 years.

Combining all the clues, it can be roughly inferred that it should appear in the middle and early eighteenth century. Anyway, it must not be later than 1743, because Tong Hu and Shi Ang were the year when the previous generation of jihad broke out.Then, this little brother Yizang who uses Mount Fuji as his training ground should be the Capricorn Gold Saint of this era.

Knowing this information is actually not very helpful, but at least it can give me a little peace of mind, which is better than falling into the enemy camp again. The tense feeling that even the brain dare not relax is really tormenting.

But I still don't dare to completely let go of my guard. After all, the sense of fate in the world of Saints is very strong. Since the body I passed through was chosen by Poseidon, the traces left by him are likely to be like maggots. Bone ground is with me all my life, and people who have been with me for a long time will not care about these things, but for Yizang, a child who fell from the sky inexplicably, with the breath of Poseidon on his body, is the golden saint. Fighter, how could he not be vigilant?

I used to confirm that Yizang was out of the house for a period of time before I dared to secretly use the small universe for a while. I didn't expect him to kill the carbine today, just in time for him to catch him.

After the initial panic, I calmed down instead. I have died once, so what is there to be afraid of?

After a stalemate for a while, the force on the arm was released. Yizang didn't ask harshly or make a move as I expected, but carefully opened my right palm to check the injury, and then looked at me in surprise: "... ...already ready?"

I looked at him innocently, and my mind was running fast—by the way, I am still used to thinking about problems with an adult’s thinking. What children do is also one of the codes of conduct of the Saints. Because they hold powerful power, they cannot bully the weak.

Yizang still couldn’t believe what he saw with his own eyes. He squeezed his palm carefully and checked it over and over for a long time, trying to help me break off my fingers one by one. Of course, the movement was very light. If he felt any pain It will stop immediately and coax a few words comfortingly.

Finally, he confirmed that the situation was all right, he seemed relieved, and after thinking for a while, a small amount of small universes condensed on the tip of his right index finger, and a little golden halo emerged, flickering like fireflies, and he took the ball of small universes to My eyes flickered: "Do you like it? Have you seen anything similar before?"

I subconsciously wanted to open my mouth, but I got stuck on the question of what language to use. After all, speaking Japanese with my face is very unsuitable, but other people may not understand it, but since I have passed the test of the holy clothes , it must have been in the sanctuary for a while, and the official language there should still be Greek.

I suddenly realized one thing. If Yizang had the idea that "this child is born with an awakened small universe, he is a good seedling worthy of being cultivated in the sanctuary", then I might be sent to the sanctuary, where I would definitely grow up. There are more ways to solve your own problems, which are much better than staying in this small mountain village.

So, I raised my arm, and carefully touched the small golden universe with the palm of my hand. A warm feeling was instilled into my body along the veins, and then flowed into my limbs, making me feel much more comfortable. .Immediately, I tried to condense my own small universe in the palm of my hand, and the light blue light gathered together into the shape of a butterfly, fluttering its wings and flying, and after a few seconds, it turned into dots of light and dissipated in the air .

"It's really a small universe..." Yizang murmured, and then he picked me up and rubbed me obviously excitedly: "When your injury heals, someone will take you to a new place to recuperate. It's all good and they'll take good care of you."

I looked up at his handsome face, and there was a smile on the corner of my mouth that I didn't know whether it was a fake or a genuine smile.

After another week, Granny Feng and Nadeshiko checked again and again, and confirmed that all the wounds on my body had healed. Nadeko was quite surprised that I didn't leave any scars on my body, and muttered: "If I have such a good My physique has improved, but the big scalded scar on the back of my instep is ugly as hell."

Yizang picked up the golden saint-cloth box and hugged me easily with one hand. After thanking his grandparents and grandchildren, he went straight to the outside of the village. Occasionally, villagers would greet him warmly along the way.

The small village can be turned around in the time of lighting a cigarette. In the blink of an eye, we came to the entrance of the village. There were already two people waiting there. Seeing Yizang coming out, he immediately got up: "Master Yizang! Huh? Is this the child?"

"Well, you guys are so nice to take care of me." Yizang carefully placed me in the arms of the taller boy, and poked my face with his hand, "Be obedient, I won't send you off."

The slightly shorter young man spoke in a soft voice. Although he was wearing the most common military uniform in the Sanctuary, he moved his hands and feet with elegance in his bones: "Please don't worry, I will safely send him to the seniors in the Sanctuary." in our hands."

Why does this voice sound familiar?I couldn't help poking my head out of the tall young man's arms, wanting to take a closer look at him, but I was so surprised by the two dark purple dot marks on his forehead that I almost didn't catch it. When I took a closer look, he meowed Isn't this person Shion? !

In my impression, Shi Ang has been a ghost for many years. Occasionally, when I get closer, I see that his skin is ashen as a dead man, and he is not angry at all. Now seeing him standing in front of him alive, I can only feel the impermanence of the world.But at this time, Shi Ang seemed to be about 15 years old, his hair had just reached the nape of his neck, and his skin was as fair as a high-quality mutton fat jade. The tender face that hadn't grown up seemed to squeeze out water with a slight twist. Come.

Shi Ang looked cute and cute in his youth, like a harmless little white sheep. Who would have thought that 200 years later, he would become an old vixen. There is no hesitation when kicking the ball, and when he grows up, he will be ordered to run errands all over the world to clean up the mess-so what happened in the past 200 years, how much bad olive oil has mutated? !

The familiar white light flashed, and Shi On sent us back to the sanctuary directly with telekinetic power. I saw an equally familiar figure squatting at the door, and when I saw us, I immediately jumped up and waved vigorously, showing a mouthful of bright white teeth with a smile. : "Shuijing! Shion! You guys are back? Let's go to Roderio Village to start a small stove together!"

The young man he called Shui Jing, who was holding me, smiled helplessly: "Tong Hu, you can take a seat first, Shi Ang, you can go, I have to go up and report."

"You still have to go to the Pope's Palace at such a late hour?" Shi Ang seemed a little unbearable, "Climb the stairs of the Zodiac, and it should be daylight, why don't you go again tomorrow morning? Children can let us go first The dormitory is enough for one night."

"... also." Shui Jing raised his eyes and looked at the Zodiac Palace that had already merged with the mountain in the night, with a tangled expression.

The three of them were still chirping and chatting, and I just lay quietly in the arms of the water mirror and looked at the plants and trees in the sanctuary. This is a place I am very familiar with, but it is actually so strange , making me feel like I was just an outsider who accidentally broke in.

The author has something to say:

When ND was first serialized, Chetian's painting skills were severely degraded, so Izo looked a bit old when he first appeared on the stage, but after the gradual recovery of his painting skills, it can be seen that he is actually quite a handsome little brother.

PS: Now I don’t know if I still have the strength to finish writing this story. I really don’t want to be a eunuch, but the most feared thing has happened. The reality is a monster that eats people.

If writing does not bring joy but becomes torture, then I can only put down the pen and take a rest.