[Yi Tian] Breaking the cocoon

Thousands of miles away, the weather was fine and the evening was red and bright, but here it was as dark as night.Most of the fire at the entrance of the cave had already been burned out, leaving only faint sparks shining red among the embers.The sound of pattering rain came from outside, even without a body, Song Qingshu could guess how cold the air was.

But on such a day, this kid actually fell ill again!

Song Qingshu called the other party a few words in a low voice, but he didn't get any response. He was anxious and used up the last Guhun powder without any hesitation. After becoming a reality, he quickly pushed the fire away and added more firewood.He didn't return to Zhang Wuji's side until the bonfire was blazing. He bent down and hugged the young man in his arms, using his internal energy to drive him away from the cold.

Zhang Wuji was dreaming that his senior brother pushed him off the cliff, subconsciously called out: "Senior brother..." and immediately fell into a familiar embrace.The senior in the dream opened his arms and embraced him, but he woke up in an instant—this familiar feeling... was not the senior, but Lan Zhou!Lanzhou is back!

He reached out and hugged him back, trying his best to stick himself on the source of the heat.Zhang Wuji was immersed in the dark dream for a long time, and suddenly felt warm, and instinctively wanted to hold on tightly.If you are alone all the time, you can only be strong; but if you see a light in the dark, anyone will climb over and bind the other party tightly, just like Lan Zhou is to him at this moment.

So, never let go!

With the heat source, Zhang Wuji was satisfied, but Song Qingshu was depressed.

He just felt that he had a chance to fight for it, but he didn't expect to be hit in the head not long after.The "senior brother" that Zhang Wuji babbled in his sleep made his eyes shine, and he instantly woke up from the complacent calculation just now.

——It turns out that this kid still only has Chen Yijian in his heart, and even though he was betrayed, he still refuses to forget it!

Song Qingshu gritted his teeth and hugged the white-eyed wolf in his arms, and remembered the answer he got when he jokingly asked the other party why he didn't like him: the "elder" that made him extremely irritated made his heart ache for a long time, even if he didn't have a body, He could feel the pain in his heart!

I really don't have a long memory!Song Qingshu secretly laughed at himself, actually dreaming of taking advantage of the void.Why did he ignore it? Zhang Wuji's character is so generous that he can even forgive those who want to kill him!This is his advantage and also his disadvantage.But now, this kind of character that made him love and hate gave him another knife, but it still couldn't let him let go with a long memory.

Forget it, even if you can only continue to be a good "elder" and a good friend, it's better than being an enemy like in the previous life.At worst—Song Qingshu lowered his eyes slightly—at worst, he took his body back and pretended to be the senior brother he liked.Anyway, the body is his, and Zhang Wuji is not such a sensitive person, so he shouldn't notice the difference.

He and the young man hugged each other, and glanced at the various simple living utensils beside them. They were not real before, and the things exchanged by the system could not be used by him, but they could be exchanged for some now.At the moment, the exchange market was opened, and a lot of daily necessities were exchanged: salt, sugar, oil and vinegar, knives, axes, bowls, clothes, shoes and socks, bedding and bamboo pillows...they are all common and cheap but necessary items.It didn't cost him much gold to pile them up to half the cave.Song Qingshu pulled the quilt over and wrapped himself and the boy, hoping to bring more warmth to the boy.

The next morning, Zhang Wuji finally survived another bout of poison. When he opened his eyes and saw Song Qingshu, the flash of joy in his eyes made the latter smile involuntarily: "Are you awake?"

Zhang Wuji nodded, struggling to sit up, but felt sore all over his body. "Are you back?" As he spoke, he struggled to sit up, but was stunned when he saw those things in the cave: it was only one night, where did Lan Zhou get all these things?Could it be that he disappeared for the past few days just to get these things?

Song Qingshu noticed his gaze, and waited nervously for him to ask, but he didn't want the young man to be shocked for a moment, so he didn't say much, only thanked him.The young man was already smart, just by looking at the old ghost's expression, he knew that he didn't intend to explain, so he simply didn't ask, and tacitly vagued the topic: "It's a pity that there are so many things that can't be used up at that time, and I don't know if there is a destiny again." How much can people save when they come over?"

"Nonsense, how can I allow outsiders to use the things I got?!" Song Qingshu didn't want to hear these words, pretending to be displeased, "Since it's for you, you have to use it up, otherwise it's really It just made me busy!"

Zhang Wuji just smiled and said nothing, this time he suffered a severe blow from the poison, and he was so sleepy that he couldn't lift his spirits up.Song Qingshu didn't know how to appease him, so he could only shut up resentfully, and only after a while did he hear the young man ask again: "You these few days...why did you suddenly disappear?"

Song Qingshu hurriedly said: "I didn't intend to leave..." Then he paused: Do you want to tell the boy that he will disappear every once in a while?It's just like a woman's Tiangui, which has an indefinite cycle... He shook his head in his heart, and could only vaguely say, "Anyway, I will always come back, and I won't disappear."

"Oh." Zhang Wuji responded, and teased with a light smile: "I also said that you were taken away by a bull's head and a horse's face."

Song Qingshu couldn't laugh or cry: "If there is a bull's head and a horse's face, how long can I stay by your side?"

"That's true." The young man knew that his time might be approaching, and he didn't want to get to the bottom of it.Anyway, when he died, with Lan Zhou's ability, he could always know where he went every time he disappeared-maybe even to see his granddaughter.

Compared to him, Song Qingshu was much more anxious. Of course he knew that a person would not become what he was after death. Looking at Zhang Wuji's mental state, he became more and more worried about his physical condition.When the repaying monkey reappeared, he almost stared at him with red eyes, as if he was ready to rush over and catch him at any time.

Although Zhang Wuji didn't know the reason, he still stopped him: "Since I saved that monkey, I have a predestined relationship with him. If you, Lan Zhou, want to eat monkey meat, when I get better, I can catch another one for you."

"How could I be greedy for that bit of meat!" Song Qingshu said angrily, "I am..."

"What is it?"

Looking into Zhang Wuji's curious eyes, Song Qingshu couldn't explain the so-called "Jing in the Monkey", so he could only open his mouth and give up in vain.However, seeing a glimmer of life in front of him, he didn't know how to grasp it, which made him more anxious, and he couldn't even calm down to study the piano score and chess score.Zhang Wuji saw his reaction in his eyes, and while being moved in his heart, his will to survive became weaker and weaker: instead of making people anxious like this, it is better to have a good time, or just disappear, or become a ghost to accompany Lan Zhou Being around is also considered the meaning of being with each other.

If there is no accident, Zhang Wuji will probably die gradually as the two of them expected.However, no one expected that things would suddenly turn around seven or eight days later.

In the early morning of this day, Song Qingshu was guarding Zhang Wuji's side and exercising his spiritual sense when he suddenly heard a monkey's cry. He opened his eyes and saw the little monkey coming from a distance with a big white ape.Song Qingshu was shocked when he saw this: Why did such a big white ape come here?Could it be that this monkey is avenging his kindness and intends to let the elders drive the two intruders away?

When he turned his gaze, he found that the white ape had a peach in its left paw, and there was a big sore on his abdomen, which was blurred with pus and blood. He understood the intention of the two monkeys when he thought about it, and he immediately let go of most of his heart and looked at the white ape. The little monkey brought the white ape over.

The white ape was not surprised when he saw Zhang Wuji, stood beside him and sniffed his scent, then stretched out his right paw and gently stroked the young man's face.Zhang Wuji was still sleeping soundly at this moment, and suddenly felt the hair on his face, he couldn't help jumping up in shock, seeing the white ape squatting beside him, dumbfounded: "Lan Zhou? This white ape?"

"That monkey brought it here." Song Qingshu explained, "It should come to you for medical treatment."

Then Zhang Wuji saw the little monkey who came to deliver fruit every day. The little monkey chirped and screamed non-stop, pointing at the belly of the great white ape.Zhang Wuji understood it at a glance, and said with a smile, "Okay, okay! So you took patients to see doctors!"

The great white ape stretched out his left hand, and respectfully received a fist-sized flat peach held in his palm.

Zhang Wuji saw that the flat peaches were bright red and plump, and thought to himself: "Mother once told a story that there was a fairy queen mother in Kunlun Mountains. Every birthday, she held a feast of flat peaches for all the immortals. The Queen Mother of the West may not really have one, but Kunlun Mountain produces big flat peaches. It’s true.” He accepted it with a smile, and said, “If I don’t collect medical money, I won’t have fairy peaches, and I’ll cure your sores.” As he said this, he moved over to the white ape’s stomach with a strong hand, and couldn’t help but Surprised.

It turned out that the malignant sore on the white ape's abdomen was no more than an inch in diameter, but the tenacious sore on the hard tentacles was even more than ten times larger.He has never seen such a dangerous boil in medical books, if all the hard spots fester and rot, it may be an incurable disease.He pressed the white ape's pulse, but there was no sign of danger. He immediately brushed off the long hair on the ape's abdomen, and when he looked at the boil again, he was even more surprised. He saw a square bulge on the top of the abdomen, surrounded by needlework. The sewing is obviously made by human hands. Although the apes are clever, they can never use needles and threads.Then examine the furuncle carefully, and know that it is the protruding thing that acts as a barrier, suppressing the blood circulation, causing the abdominal muscles to rot, and it will not heal for a long time. To cure this sore, one must take out the thing sewn in the stomach.

Zhang Wuji had learned this technique from Hu Qingniu, and it happened that Song Qingshu had prepared a lot of daily necessities before.He found a pair of sharp scissors, took out a sharp knife, tried its sharpness, then lit the oil lamp on the fire, burned the two knives, and slowly cut open the sew on the white ape's belly. past.

The white ape was very old and quite spiritual, knowing that Zhang Wuji was treating it, even though the pain in his abdomen was severe, he forcibly endured it and did not move.Zhang Wuji cut the sutures on the right side and the upper end, and then used a small knife to cut open the already connected belly skin at an oblique angle, only to see that there was an oilcloth package hidden in its belly.This made it even more strange, he didn't have time to inspect the package at this time, he put the oilcloth bag aside, and hurriedly sewed up the white monkey's abdominal muscles with a needle and thread.

After finishing these, Zhang Wuji applied herbal medicine on the wound.After working for a long time, it was ready.Although the white ape was strong, he was lying on the ground unable to move.

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