Su Bian Cultivation World

Before Luo Jiujiang tied the hair that he had just pulled out into a knot, the whole environment faded away like the tide, just two breaths, the warm sunshine on the island, the flower trees like umbrellas and crowns, and the softness of falling on the ground The [Han Qianling] all disappeared without a trace like a bubble.

The hair on his hand also disappeared along with this illusion.The short-lived [Han Qianling] was like a big dream, leaving nothing for Luo Jiujiang.

On the contrary, the memories that he had previously been imprisoned by this illusion - all, after being separated from Han Qianling, all the memories of when he entered this dead land came back to his mind.

Just now he did notice a lot of things wrong with that [Han Qianling], but that was only due to his understanding of Qianling, not because he remembered everything after Dabi.

At this moment, he finally knew where the weird and strong longing and concern he had just come from, and also understood the reason for the youthful and hard-to-let go of joy and love.

Qianling...

Luo Jiujiang sighed secretly in his heart, and turned his attention away almost half-forced, not teaching himself to spend too much time on this tenderness.

Skillfully running his spiritual power, he walked through the meridians for a week, ended his internal inspection of the dantian, and confirmed that his internal injuries were almost healed. Luo Jiujiang lowered his eyes and looked at himself again.

Earlier, Xie Chuncan used blood to paint his petite lower script called "Shu Qi", which is said to be used to heal injuries.When he had enough energy to repeatedly swing the knife across the walls carved with clam shells, the color of the book had already dimmed a little. Now that most of the injuries have healed, the bloody characters painted on the skin were even more blurred to the point of being invisible. clear.Calculating based on the current situation, in just two or three hours, these book prayers will be able to retire.

Luo Jiujiang breathed a sigh of relief, his muscles relaxed slightly.As he opened his palm, a half-budded snow-white flower also fell to the ground.

All right, why did the flowers get into his palm?

Luo Jiujiang blinked, and at the same time realized that there seemed to be something in the palm of his left hand.

He turned his hand over to look, and saw another half-bloomed rootless white flower.

"This is so strange..." Luo Jiujiang became curious, and simply picked up the flower on the ground to compare and compare.I saw that these two flowers were both of the same pure white color, and both of them were half-filled with buds, with a soft and smooth layer faintly appearing on the petals.As if they were replicas, the angles at which the two buds bloomed were exactly the same.

There are tens of thousands of pure white flowers in the world. In the days when Luo Jiujiang was suppressed and endorsed by Luo Cang, he had memorized at least a hundred kinds.But Luo Jiujiang knows only one kind of this kind that blooms from the palm of the hand, the brilliance is warm and introverted, and the two flowers can be exactly the same.

palm flower.

This kind of flower is very miraculous, like the Mingyin conch given to him by Han Qianling, it is almost extinct.It is said that it can only germinate in the palm of a person, and only the three purest people can make the petals fully bloom. It is said that when the flower in the palm slowly opens, those who look directly at it will see the most beautiful in the world.

The only people who can make it open are newborn babies, eminent monks who have attained enlightenment, and unformed Nascent Souls.However, just because the conditions for flowering and fruiting are too harsh, the palm flower has another characteristic: when the palm flower is dense enough in one place, it will create "purity" by itself in order to be able to reproduce.

"I can make half of this flower bloom, and three of my six roots are pure. This way, although I can't compare with a Taoist monk, I can always be regarded as a great monk who has accumulated virtue for many years. It doesn't look bad." Luo Jiujiang smacked his lips and said. .

The next moment he raised his head suddenly, his eyes widened instantly——

Because he suddenly understood what the "black dust" that was floating in the air here, round like sand grains, was.

These "dust" are the seeds of the flowers in the palm.

Even the ancient book that Luo Cang threw to him did not know the seeds of its specific description.

After realizing this, a layer of cold sweat slowly oozes from Luo Jiujiang's back.He has now fully realized that the illusion he just fell into was not intentionally arranged by the owner of this place, it was purely because the seeds of palm flowers in this underground palace were too dense.

The flower "makes purity" by itself.

If a newborn baby is a blank piece of paper and has no taste and experience of the world, it is considered pure, but is a person whose memory has been washed away by layers of illusions considered pure?If Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling hadn't faced each other day and night for many years, they were too familiar with each other, and it was enough to find something wrong in a short conversation. At this time, he still didn't know what kind of ending he was going to face.

However... At the beginning, he and Xie Chuncan broke out together, but now he is in the underground palace, what about Xie Chuncan?

Luo Jiujiang immediately began to look at this underground palace and stone palace that he was fascinated by the illusion before he had time to see it clearly.

The black seeds suspended in the air were too dense, Luo Jiujiang flicked his sleeves and waved them away so that his vision would not be blocked too much.

As long as he was focused, Luo Jiujiang could clearly see Xie Chuncan who was lying on the ground not far away. The three cuts on his wrist were slightly closed, but still very clear. One of the cuts was pressed by him under the neck, and the wound was cut It bloomed freshly, revealing pink flesh and blood, and the bleeding even clotted on his hair, but Xie Chuncan didn't seem to notice it.

Not only was he unaware, his expression at the moment was killing with a smile on his face.Although the eyes are closed, there is a smile everywhere on the eyebrows and eyes, not to mention the corners of the lips that are almost grinning to the ears.It was the first time in Luo Jiujiang's life that he saw people laughing so silly in their sleep.

That smile is pure and undisguised, flawless and innocent, just like a child.

I don't know what kind of Qiongge fairyland is in his sleep, which can make him linger here.

Luo Jiujiang sighed secretly in his heart, and pushed Xie Chuncan unambiguously with his hands: "Brother Xie, wake up, brother Xie? Brother Xie!"

He called Xie Chuncan several times in a row, but he failed to get the slightest response from the other party.Xie Chuncan's breathing was still slow and steady, as if he was deeply asleep.And the smile on his face was as if carved with a knife and an axe, not even the curvature changed a bit.

Luo Jiujiang pushed him so that he could not wake up, so he pressed Baihui on Xie Chuncan's head, carefully followed the meridians, and gently injected a spiritual force that could make ordinary people clear-headed.However, this spiritual power was like muddy cows pouring into the sea, and Xie Chuncan couldn't move in exchange.

"..." Luo Jiujiang frowned, his face changed slightly, in desperation, he simply stretched out his hand and pressed the wound on Xie Chun's remnant wrist, and as his fingers pressed hard, the wound that had been bonded was torn open again , but Xie Chuncan remained motionless, as if dead.

"Brother Xie, wake up!" With a little luck, Luo Jiujiang gathered his spiritual power in his throat, his tongue burst into spring thunder, and he blurted out a sound that could make people's blood surge.

This time it was not in vain.

Xie Chuncan snorted dreamily, wrinkled his nose, squeezed a tender voice that was far from youthful, and said in a childlike voice: "Daddy hug, look for mother."

"..."

Luo Jiujiang was really stunned this time.

How dexterous his mind is, he has thought of Xie Chuncan's "grudge of family destruction" in a breath, remembered that Xie Chuncan was thrown to death when he was only seven years old, and he will never forget the past. How does the illusion erase his memory after entering the secret realm.

If it is said that he can only think of Dabi's past in the illusion, it is because he has to be separated from everything he loves, then Xie Chuncan's parting came earlier, compared to Luo Jiujiang who still had a return home report With the thought of being safe, Xie Chuncan's farewell could only be more cruel.

He doesn't need to report his safety to anyone anymore, as long as he is still alive, the whole family is considered safe; if he dies unfortunately, there will be no one left in the Xie family.

Thinking about it this way, most of Xie Chuncan's memories may have been obscured, and what he remembered in his sleep was his innocent and naive childhood.

"Brother Xie, you are really in danger." Luo Jiujiang smiled wryly, but still refused to give up, and called again and again: "Brother Xie? Xie Chuncan? Xie Chunhua ? Xie Chunhong? Huahua? Honghong? Sigh... It seems that I really don't want to wake up."

"That's right, if it were me, I wouldn't want to wake up and face this ghostly place." Luo Jiujiang sighed, and then took a deep breath, as if to muster up the courage to say something.

"It's just Brother Xie, the Xie family's family is full of blood feuds, no one else can avenge it except you. You wake up."

Luo Jiujiang gritted his teeth tightly when he spoke, but his voice was unambiguous.His eyes were slightly red, and it was obvious that he was extremely reluctant to say this—he is open-minded by nature, and he usually doesn't like to expose scars unless he fights to risk his life, let alone right now. Lively, he poked into the old wounds of his daring friend.

Maybe it's Luo Jiujiang's impulsive sound killing that is extremely perfect, maybe Xie Chuncan was touched by the words "full blood feud" to the root that cannot be ignored in his dreams. Xie Chuncan, who was originally as quiet as a sculpture, suddenly struggled Limbs and limbs, the chaotic struggle quickly turned into messy kicking, and his smile like an ax was finally broken, and soon he cried softly.

"I don't want to step on you! Let me go! Get out of here!" Xie Chuncan gasped in a dream, his chest heaved violently, his hands and feet kicked like a drowning landlubber, his expression was eager and resisting, and in a short time He was sweating profusely.At this moment, Luo Jiujiang felt a flash: Xie Chuncan was firmly shrouded in a certain shadow that he couldn't get rid of.

"Father! Mother! Sister! Uncle! Wake up! Wake up!" Xie Chuncan's voice was far out of the helpless range, sharp and frightening, with a kind of desperation that made one's heart clenched while listening. , "I don't, I can't do it! You fuck off! I can't... ugh!"

Xie Chuncan's muscles suddenly tightened, as if someone had strangled his neck, a series of gurgling sounds came out of his throat, and his face quickly turned purple, as if he had stopped breathing.Luo Jiujiang pounced on his back, lost his spiritual power like money, and pinched him heavily with the other hand.

After ten breaths, Xie Chuncan regained his breathing. He burst into tears, panting eagerly, and clenched his teeth, crying, "Don't kill me..."

"Do not kill me……"

"I will step on... I will step on..."

"I'm going to step on Daddy's face... Daddy, please forgive me, forgive me..."