[Yi Tian] Breaking the cocoon

The effect of Guhun Pill was only three hours, and Song Qingshu spent more than half of it on the way. He just treated Zhang Wuji's injury and waited for the medicine to be delivered. It took a lot of time, and the time is coming.He wasn't in a hurry to take it right now, seeing that the boy's injuries were stable, he planned to find a place to turn back into a ghost body and investigate around.After all, this place is unfamiliar to them, and knowing more about it will help them to deal with it early.He asked the servant at the door where the hut was, walked slowly over there, and after a while, he flew out through the roof of the hut in a leisurely manner, and started to explore along the fence of the manor.

This Red Plum Villa is really not small, with various courtyards nested in rings, there are several martial arts arenas, sundry yards, and even places specially used for farming.Song Qingshu looked around and saw nothing suspicious in a hurry.There were too many houses, and it was inconvenient for him to drill into each house to check, so he simply chose a place with more people and a larger yard for a closer look, and ignored other small places.

The largest room obviously belonged to Zhu Changling, the owner of the villa. Song Qingshu fell into it, passed a long corridor, and passed through two halls, and came to a warm pavilion.It was early winter at this time, and the Kunlun area was already extremely cold, but in the warm pavilion, warm walls and ground fire dragons were burning.The furnishings in the pavilion are splendid, and the couches and chairs are all covered with brocade cushions.A middle-aged man was sitting on a chair drinking tea, and there was another person standing below him, who was one of the servants who had delivered medicine to them.The man held a few picture scrolls in his hand and handed them to the middle-aged man, saying: "This is from the past two days, owner please have a look."

The middle-aged man, that is, Zhu Changling took one of them casually, opened it and looked at it, then closed it disinterestedly, waved his hand and said, "Send them all to that kid to see, don't send them to me."

The man responded, and left with the scroll in his arms.Song Qingshu stayed for a while longer, but seeing nothing unusual, he turned and left.Floating another distance, came to a hall, and saw the words "Ling Mastiff Camp" written on the forehead of the hall.Song Qingshu recalled that the housekeeper had said before that Zhu Jiuzhen kept many ferocious dogs here, so he floated inside, intending to see how many vicious dogs there were.

As soon as I stepped into the hall, I was taken aback.However, there were more than [-] strong, fierce and vicious dogs, divided into three rows, squatting on the ground, while Zhu Jiuzhen, who was wearing a pure white fox fur, was sitting on a tiger leather chair, holding a whip in his hand, and shouted: "Former general, Throat!" A ferocious dog jumped up and bit the throat of a leather dummy standing by the wall.The vital parts of the dummy were covered with pieces of meat.The dog bit one of them down and chewed on the ground.Zhu Jiuzhen yelled again: "General Cheqi! Lower abdomen!" The second fierce dog rushed up and bit the dummy's lower abdomen.These bulldogs are well-trained, they bite people in response, and the position is not bad at all.

Seeing the actions of those vicious dogs, Song Qingshu immediately remembered Zhang Wuji's injuries, and became even more displeased with the people in the Red Plum Villa: the mysterious owner, the lady who likes dogs to hurt people, this family is really dirty Not so deep!

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Not long after Song Qingshu left, Zhang Wuji vaguely woke up under the powerful medicinal effect of Zhixue Powder.When he was in a coma, he seemed to see countless wolves, tigers and leopards constantly biting his body. He wanted to open his mouth to scream, but he couldn't make a sound.After an unknown period of time, there was a warm feeling from the abdomen, and the severe pain on the body gradually eased, and there were familiar or unfamiliar human voices in my ears, but they couldn't be heard clearly.When he finally opened his eyes, there was no one else in the room.

The first thing that came into view was a dim light. Zhang Wuji realized that he was sleeping in a small room surrounded by an empty space. He panicked and called out, "Lan Zhou? Brother? Is anyone there?"

As soon as the words were finished, there was the sound of opening the door, and one person scolded in a dissatisfied tone: "Why are you making such noise just after waking up?" Where am I... where am I?"

"Red Plum Villa." The man said: "Boy, you are lucky to die, how do you feel now?"

Zhang Wuji moved his arms, and felt that his chest, neck, arms and thighs were all covered with cloth belts, and there was a smell of medicinal herbs. It turned out that someone had already applied wound medicine to his wounds.The medicine tasted unique and familiar, but it was the hemostatic powder that his senior brother had used for him.I stretched out my hand and pressed on the itchy place, and it seemed that the scab had already formed.

He didn't see his senior brother or Lan Zhou, but the existence of the medicine gave him some comfort. Zhang Wuji recalled what happened before he fell into a coma, looked at the middle-aged man, and said, "Uncle, you saved me?"

The man said coldly: "This is Hongmei Villa, our lady rescued you. Are you hungry?" He went out and brought in a bowl of hot porridge.Zhang Wuji drank a few sips, but felt nausea in his chest and dizzy, so he couldn't eat any more.He rubbed his temples, endured a wave of sadness, and asked again: "Uncle, who bandaged me? The medicine on my body..."

"It was prescribed by the doctor in Zhuangzi." The answer given by the man was beyond Zhang Wuji's expectations. He wanted to use this to ask if the other party had seen his senior brother, but he didn't expect that the medicine was not given by the senior brother.After thinking about it, I asked again, "What's the last name of the doctor in your mansion? Can I meet you?"

He was still holding on to the last hope in his heart, his brother was quite knowledgeable in medicine, maybe he happened to come here to become a doctor.It's a pity that the answer given by the man mercilessly extinguished the last hope: "Doctor Liu is very busy, how can he have time to pay attention to you? Alright kid, just stay here!" After speaking, he left with the porridge bowl.

Zhang Wuji didn't get the answer he wanted, although Zhang Wuji was disappointed, but also had a faint feeling of "it should be like this".He laughed to himself in his heart: Didn't he already know that the senior brother would not be able to come back?Why are you still holding out unrealistic hopes?He is just a burden, and the senior brother avoids it for fear of not being able to, so why would he rush back to save him again?

He closed his eyes tiredly, and for the first time in his life, he had the desire to become stronger.The boy's originally innocent and kind heart has finally grown gradually under the tempering of this road - if he can cure the cold poison, if he is not as useless as he is now, maybe he will not have to wait forever for others to be redeemed , but to control their own life and death...

The medicine to stop bleeding and relieve pain has some sleeping ingredients, Zhang Wuji soon lost the energy to think about it, and fell into a drowsy sleep again after a while.

When he woke up again, it was already the second day. Zhang Wuji opened his eyes and saw that there was no one around, so he immediately called out: "Lanzhou?"

As soon as the words finished, a familiar voice said, "Are you awake? How are you feeling?" It was Song Qingshu.Overjoyed in his heart, he turned his head to look at the humanity floating in the air and said, "You didn't leave!"

Song Qingshu looked at him inexplicably: "Where am I going?"

Zhang Wuji shook his head, unwilling to say that he was worried about not seeing him yesterday, so as not to be ridiculed by this venom-mouthed bad guy, so he asked him around: "Where is this?"

"Red Plum Villa." Song Qingshu told him what he found out, and finally said, "No matter what happens here, you should stay and recuperate for the time being! Since they built the villa here, it should not be too far from the town. It’s not too late to turn around and ask the way out.”

Regarding this idea, Zhang Wuji had no objection, nodded and said, "Let's do this first!"

"Also, there is one more thing," Song Qingshu said, pausing for a while. Since he has exposed his identity in front of those servants, he should tell Zhang Wuji out of reason. After all, it is impossible for him to maintain his body forever. , and need Zhang Wuji's help to lie.

The existence of the system is of course not easy to explain, so Song Qingshu only said that he has something that can make the soul body condense into a solid body in a short time.After hearing about the existence of "Guhun San", Zhang Wuji was stunned.After a long while, he stammered: "So... you can become a human? You can touch, have breathing and heartbeat?"

"It doesn't count?" Song Qingshu was a little hesitant about the young man's conclusion. The function of Guhun San is only to condense the entity. He can use his own martial arts and internal strength, and he also has body temperature, but he doesn't need to breathe, and it doesn't matter whether his heartbeat exists or not. Pay attention—these two times of using Solid Soul Powder were more urgent, and his attention was focused on other things, and these instinctive existences were not very impressive.

But Zhang Wuji thought of his previous dream, he thought it was a day-to-day dream and night-time dream, but now that he thinks about it, it might be true! "You, you... a few days ago in that tree hole, I had a cold attack, did you turn into a human and save me?"

Song Qingshu felt that the term "becoming a human" was a little weird, but he didn't bother to care about it. He nodded and said, "That's right. I thought you were a thin-skinned kid, so I was embarrassed to ask me. So it's really a dream?"

Zhang Wuji blushed immediately, and murmured, "Obviously you lied to me that I was dreaming..."

Seeing his thin skin, Song Qingshu was both angry and funny: "A majestic man is as thin-skinned as a girl!"

"You're just like a girl!" Zhang Wuji couldn't bear to retort, but finally he couldn't help laughing: "It's great, if you become an adult, I can meet you! Lan Zhou, can you now..."

"I can't do it now." Song Qingshu shook his head, "I have a limited amount of Solid Soul Powder in my hands, and I can only use it when necessary." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the young man showing regret, and couldn't help comforting him, "There is always a chance. "

As soon as the two talked, Zhang Wuji naturally wanted to "tell a lie" for Song Qingshu.So in the next few days, every time someone from Hongmei Villa delivered food, Song Qingshu would turn on the "telepathy" function to talk to that person, pretending to be embarrassed to meet people, and let the person put the food in front of the door, and then Zhang Wuji took it back when no one was around.Fortunately, those servants didn't care much about being polite to these two poor "guests". They wished they could leave without eating, and never said a word.

The author has something to say: a little confession.

Zhang Wuji: Why can ghosts become humans?

Song Qingshu: Take medicine.

Zhang Wuji: Why can ghosts eat pills?

Song Qingshu: ...I have a mouth.

Zhang Wuji: Why do ghosts have such things as pills?

Song Qingshu: ==

Zhang Wuji: Why...

Song Qingshu: Shut up!