[Yi Tian] Breaking the cocoon

Song Qingshu didn't answer, letting Chen Yijian take his silence as a default.The latter was obviously frightened by this guess, Song Qingshu could even see goosebumps on the half of his arm that was exposed due to the bandage: "Who...wrong, what the hell?!"

"The system can't detect it." Song Qingshu gave an answer very irresponsibly, clicked so far, and left Chen Yijian to think about the rest!

Chen Yijian really couldn't stop thinking about it, the negative breath, what answer is there other than the upper body of the ghost?He himself was transported into this world by his soul, could it be...could it be said that the deity of this body still exists? !

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but recall that when he was in Zhuo's house in Qingquan Town, he also lost consciousness for a while due to blood dizziness. At that time, he came back to Zhuo's house after waking up, and when he asked his mother, he only said that they came back with mutual support. ...Although he was skeptical at the time, he didn't dare to inquire carefully because he was not the real deity. Now that he thinks about it, there might be an omen at that time, right?

Thinking of this, he subconsciously looked left and right, as if he could see that unknown existence in this way.It's a pity that it was impossible for him to see Song Qingshu, and instead his teeth trembled because of this "not seeing" fright.

The uglier Chen Yijian's face was, the happier Song Qingshu was. Taking advantage of the time left for this conversation, he put the previously reserved five fire sulfur in a medicine bottle and threw it to him: "The mission reward for the previous escort." Suddenly realizing that this tone was too schadenfreude and not "systematic" enough, he added casually: "Trigger a new mission, save Zhang Wuji, reward a set of hemostatic powder, and a piece of incomplete black jade intermittent ointment formula, will the host accept it?"

Feeling that there was a small porcelain bottle in his hand, Chen Yijian was slightly startled, and then his attention was stopped by the formula in the mouth of the "system": "What are you talking about? Black jade intermittent ointment?!" It's impossible for someone who doesn't know what Black Jade Intermittent Ointment is, and now he can get this formula in advance?

Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows, and promised the formula as a reward, and it was also for the sake of integrity. After all, the black jade intermittent ointment he promised to the third uncle before will be delivered sooner or later. When Chen Yijian faints again, he doesn't know when it will be Instead of that, how about handing it over to Chen Yijian while in the right place? "Does the host accept the mission?"

"Accept! Of course I accept!" Chen Yijian nodded without hesitation, only a fool would give up!He clenched the porcelain bottle in his hand, recalled the task reward, and said, "By the way, you said that you want to heal Zhang Wuji's injuries completely? The Xuanming God's Palm is not for fun. Do you want me to take him to Jiujiu?" Yang Shengong?"

——This kid even knows how to find the Nine Suns Divine Art?Song Qingshu became more and more curious about Chen Yijian's origin, but he could tell from his tone that this matter might not be so easy to achieve, and he would not make the task so complicated, so he just said: "Just save your life."

"Oh..." Chen Yijian always felt that this answer was a bit cheating, save your life?There must be a limit to life saving, right?He wanted to ask, but no matter how much he asked, he still couldn't get an answer. In the end, he could only complain bitterly, "Will spoilers kill you? Coldness is a disease, and it needs to be cured!"

Song Qingshu was completely deaf to those words and sentences that he had never heard of before.

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The cold poison on Zhang Wuji's body was fierce, and the eight masters and apprentices took turns to heal his injuries. For three days and three nights without interruption, his body was exhausted. Fortunately, after this treatment, the cold poison in his body was gradually eliminated, and everyone supported him. The time was gradually extended, and on the fourth day, everyone had to steal their spare time and close their eyes for a while to fall asleep.

As the only wounded person in the current faction, although Chen Yijian's treatment was not as good as that of Zhang Wuji, the disciples in the faction were obviously more respectful when facing him. Obviously, the battle that day made many disciples feel sorry for the third-generation number one. The disciple has a new understanding.However, these attentions made Chen Yijian feel uncomfortable. He did not do those things, and there might be an old ghost whose identity was not known behind him. This subtle feeling made him very troubled, and he even became very He likes to bask in the sun, and only a sunny place can give him enough sense of security—isn't it said that ghosts are afraid of the sun?In this case, "it" won't get on me easily again, right?

Song Qingshu just found his actions funny, this Chen Yijian was only a young man after all, and all he could think of were some stupid methods that were passed down in the market.But unfortunately, he is not afraid of the sun. From this point of view, he is not very similar to the "ghost" mentioned in folk tales.

That night, Chen Yijian, who had been basking in the sun for a day and practiced some Wudang introductory exercises, returned to the bedroom, washed up briefly, and fell headfirst into the bed.His sleeping appearance was as bad as ever, the quilt under his head was soaked with saliva, his clothes were not taken off and the quilt was not covered.He seemed to feel a little cold and shivered for a while. Song Qingshu shook his head and was about to leave to see what was going on with Zhang Wuji when he suddenly heard the boy on the bed talking in his sleep: "...I'm not afraid of you...the body is mine , even if you are Song Qingshu, I will not let you..."

Song Qingshu was slightly taken aback, and immediately became angry: Yours? !This body is obviously mine!I am Song Qingshu!

He turned around abruptly, and floated to the side of the bed as soon as he moved.The young man was unaware of this, and snored lightly, such a harmless appearance made Song Qingshu even more annoyed.He bent down, gritted his teeth and said, "Your body is mine! I own it alone! Even if I can't get it back now, what belongs to me can only belong to me!" He staggered, fell down unexpectedly, and his soul and body overlapped - he opened his eyes suddenly, raised his hand in disbelief and looked: This, he, he actually returned to his body!

This time the feeling was different from before, he could vaguely feel that there was another existence in his mind, and he even seemed to be able to hear the slight snoring just now.Song Qingshu didn't dare to make too much movement. He turned over and stared at his hands for a moment, then stood up from the bed and said, "Ex! What's going on with me?!"

The system is the same as before: "The body is made by the current generated by the soul to make corresponding actions, and the pulses generated by the soul control the body to make various actions. When a person is in a deep sleep state, the body will spontaneously Falling into a state of suspended animation..."

Song Qingshu frowned: "Speak in human language!" He couldn't understand what kind of current or pulse!

The system's voice paused, and then gave a succinct summary: "The host's soul can return to the body when the other party loses consciousness, and deep sleep is also one of the modes. But the time in sleep is limited. Once another soul in the body After waking up, the host will return to its original state."

"That is to say, I will separate from my body as soon as he wakes up?" Song Qingshu was a little depressed: Whose body is this? !

Depression is depression, and he was a little happy to find that he could use his body again by accident.Song Qingshu moved his hands and feet, then pushed open the bedroom door and walked out.

It was a clear night, a rare good weather, Song Qingshu took a breath of cool air, and walked towards the courtyard where Zhang Cuishan was.Chen Yijian went to see Zhang Wuji the day before yesterday. At that time, everyone was busy persecuting the poison, so they didn't say much, and Zhang Wuji didn't wake up anymore, he was always pale and drowsy.Now five days have passed since Zhang Sanfeng's birthday, and he doesn't know how his cold poison has dissipated.

When I arrived at the door, I happened to hear someone talking in the yard: "Wuji looks much better today! I felt a warm breath on his body, and he called me before... Brother Wu, it seems that he will recover soon. Already!" The voice was crisp and clear, it was Zhang Wuji's mother Yin Susu.

"I hope so." Naturally, Zhang Cuishan answered, his tone was not as cheerful as Yin Susu's, and he obviously still had concerns, "Master, the old man said that Wuji has passed the most dangerous stage now, and he can relax a little from tomorrow. Give him two hours of exercise every day to get rid of the poison."

Yin Susu said happily: "That's very good. Fifth brother, when Wuji is healed, I want to take him back to Tianying Sect. I haven't seen Daddy for a long time! He must also want to meet his son-in-law and grandson. I'll go with you." After meeting him, I will go down the mountain with my brothers and others to do good deeds, and after three months, I must convince those people." She spoke in a bad tone afterwards, obviously still resenting the so-called upright sects who forced them to Wudang that day.

Zhang Cuishan said sternly: "Susu, we do good deeds just to offset the bad karma we have done in the past, we should not do it out of anger."

Yin Susu's tone was a bit unwilling to compromise: "Well... I'm just not convinced. That's all! It's all up to you."

Hearing that the conversation between the two had come to an end, Song Qingshu raised his hand and knocked on the door, and soon Zhang Cuishan opened the door. Seeing him, he was a little surprised: "Qingshu? Come here so late, what's the matter?"

"Let me take a look at Wuji." Song Qingshu paused, he really didn't want to pretend to be a brother and sister, but there were system tasks, and he had to do them, "Is he awake? "

Zhang Cuishan smiled and said, "Wuji must be very happy to know that you care about him so much. He hasn't woken up yet, but he looks much better! Come in!"

Song Qingshu nodded and entered the door, Yin Susu was no longer in the courtyard, he must have entered the house first.He followed Zhang Cuishan, casually answered the other party's greetings, secretly thinking about how to hand over the fire to the other party.

After the two entered the house, they went directly to the inner room. As expected, Zhang Wuji lay on the bed without knowing anything about his personnel, his complexion much better than the day before yesterday.He came to the bedside and stretched out his hand to grab the child's arm, with the other finger on his pulse, Zhang Cuishan couldn't help smiling when he saw this, "Qing Shu knows medicine?" His nephew always brings some surprises.And the brother's son has such a heart, this alone is enough to make Zhang Cuishan happy.As for whether it is effective, Zhang Cuishan doesn't care about it.In his opinion, the other party is still a child, even if he has studied medicine, he must have limited skills.

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