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The reshaping of the tendons on the head is more difficult and requires extra care. For safety reasons, Si Heng decided to postpone this time for two days.

He arranged a room for Anshun, and instructed him to pour out the water in the wooden bucket and move it back to his own room, and then got a new bucket of water for him to soak in again.

Now that Anshun saw the milky white liquid, his scalp felt numb, and his body had a very deep memory of the pain. He couldn't help but take a step back, and under Si Heng's gaze, he moved to the side of the bucket step by step, took off his clothes and buried himself in it.

To Anshun's surprise, he didn't feel much pain when he soaked in the water this time, and even felt that his body stretched out, which was very comfortable.

Anshun let out a breath, secretly laughing at himself for making too much fuss.

How could the immortal use the same thing every time?

Seeing him sitting firmly, Si Heng raised his hand and pressed it in the void.

There was an extra force on his body, and he was suppressed.Anshun thought that Si Heng was afraid that his tampering would ruin the properties of the medicine, so he didn't pay much attention.

As soon as this thought came to him, he watched helplessly as the water in the bucket increased until it covered his neck and reached his chin, and there was no sign of stopping.

The wooden barrel was very tall, and the mouth of the barrel was partly higher than the top of his head.

The liquid had already entered the nasal cavity, and Anshun wanted to scream in a panic, but his voice was blocked at some point.

The milky white liquid rose from the chin to the nose and mouth, and then rose to the eyes a little bit, until it slowly passed the top of the head.

Every time the water level rose by a tiny bit, the submerged area would feel more pain. Anshun was terrified, unable to move, and his head hurt like it was about to explode.

When the liquid covered the top of his head, Si Heng took out another lid, and the wooden lid fit perfectly with the mouth of the bucket.

Before the light completely disappeared, he heard a barely comforting word: "Don't worry, I won't die."

After getting settled in Anshun, Si Heng went back to his room, wrote a revised letter and sent it back to the Zongmen, telling about the affairs of Yongcheng.

After sending the Chuanshu Feijian away, Si Heng's spiritual sense opened up and went around the rooms, only covering Yi Zhou's room.

The little apprentice practiced his sword in a regular and orderly manner, using the same wood as before.He has always been serious when doing his homework, repeating each move at least [-] times before changing to another move.

It's just that today's sword moves seem to be a little slower, and the position is also wrong from time to time.

Si Heng leaned on the back of the chair, half-closed his eyes, and waited for the apprentice to practice the last move three hundred times before Shi Shiran got up from the chair and walked out the door.

In the room, Yi Zhou finished practicing the last move, just put down his sword and took a breath, when he heard the door knock.

You don't need to guess who this person is, Yi Zhou snorted softly, put away the wooden sword, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and turned around to open the door.

As soon as Yi Zhou returned to the room, he knew that he had been tricked by Si Heng, but after thinking about it again, he felt that what he said made sense, so he stayed in the room obediently and finished his daily homework.

After boarding the boat, Si Heng tied black iron gauze on his legs, and he would not take it off when walking and meditating on weekdays, so the horse squatting was temporarily omitted.

After Yi Zhou practiced his sword moves carefully, moved around the room and practiced his agility, and was excitedly preparing to find his master, the scene that Xuan Yan saw at the door happened.

I don't know where it was poked, and Yi Zhou was so angry that he didn't want to go to Si Heng anymore.

He closed the door, rolled his eyes at the air, then took out the wooden sword again, and started practicing sword moves again.

The practice of swordsmanship requires high arm strength and even more perseverance, especially when repeating boring movements over and over again.

Yi Zhou felt that he did not lack this kind of perseverance, but he lacked physical strength, so he doubled the training content so suddenly, and when he practiced the last few moves, his arms were already numb.

Just as Yi Zhou knew him well, Si Heng knew his apprentice clearly from the inside to the outside. As soon as he probed his spiritual sense, he found out that something was wrong.

Before Yi Zhou came to open the door, Si Heng pushed the door open and walked in. Without any extra words, he walked up to his apprentice, bent down to pick him up, held his arm, and soothed him with magic power.

Yi Zhou's arm was still trembling unconsciously. When the opponent's mana entangled him, the feeling was really hard to describe.Yi Zhou used the utmost restraint to not cry out, but his body trembled, trying to break free.

Naturally, he was much gentler to his apprentice Si Heng. Although the movements of his hands did not stop, they did not restrict his actions. After the end, he took out a fruit from the storage bag and handed it to Yi Zhou.

"Master, you actually have something to eat." Yi Zhou was very surprised. Si Heng always had an unearthly taste in his memory. Except for the acceptance ceremony and the previous dark ceremony, Yi Zhou had never seen him eat it. thing.

The skin of the spiritual fruit in front of me is yellow, big and plump, and looks very good.

He never refused the delicious Yi Zhou. He stretched out his hand to pick up the fruit in Si Heng's hand, moved it to his mouth and took a bite of the flesh, and said vaguely: "Thank you, Master."

I don't know if it was Xie Chi, or Xie Siheng who soothed his arm before.

After the boat flew for a long time, the spiritual energy in the air gradually filled up again.Reiki and monks are like the relationship between water and fish. The monks who have been thirsty for almost a day are surrounded by the aura of heaven and earth again. Except for the helm of the building, almost everyone else has returned to their rooms to practice.

The master and the apprentice were no exception. Yi Zhou used up all the top-quality spirit stones on his body to set up the formation for him, and Si Heng came over to give some more, and then set up the spirit gathering formation for him to practice hard.

"Master, you too." Yi Zhou sat cross-legged in the center of the spirit-gathering formation, his body was covered with atomized aura, he raised his head and said something to Si Heng at the door, and began to meditate earnestly.

What happened in Yongcheng before will not be so easy to forget. Yi Zhou doesn't want to hide behind Si Heng when he is in danger next time, unable to do anything.

Back in the room, Si Heng was not in a hurry to practice, he crossed his knees and closed his eyes after preparing the medicine for Anshun.

In the previous breakthrough in the battle, Si Heng has not been able to calm down and sort out the gains, so this meditation can just sort it out.

Two days passed quickly, and Si Heng finished his meditation.The moment he opened his eyes, there was a gust of wind in the room for no reason, and when the wind stopped, everything except the futon he was sitting on had turned into fly ash.

This is not the first time Si Heng has encountered this kind of thing. As a sword cultivator, when he has broken through in the past and he has not fully controlled it, he will unconsciously leak sword energy and cause damage to the surroundings.

Only this time the consequences were more serious.

Skillfully sweeping away the fly ash in the room, Si Heng took out a set of furniture from the storage bag, arranged them neatly according to the position, then pushed open the door and walked out.

Anshun stayed in the barrel, surrounded by no light, no sound, no smell or taste, only boundless pain reminded him of the fact of being alive.

The body is very adaptable to pain. At first, Anshun felt that his head could explode from the pain at any time. Later, he felt that there were only dozens of needles poking from the inside out. When the body gradually adapted to the pain, he even felt that it was not too difficult. , Anshun panicked again.

He was afraid that he would lose even his senses. In that case, he would really not know whether he was dead or alive.

Fortunately, the lid on the top of his head was lifted before his concerns could arise.

The light from the room came in, although most of its power had been weakened by passing through the spiritual milk, it still reflected on the pupils through the thin eyelids.

Anshun moved his eyes, and heard a voice from beside him: "Don't move."

There was a long silence, and when he heard these words, he even had the urge to cry.

It didn't take long for Anshun to be moved by himself, and the pain that he was gradually getting used to suddenly became sharper, just like the previous time, there was only pain, but he didn't know what was causing the disturbance.

For a moment after that, An By the way couldn't feel anything.

The process seemed to be very short, and soon the five senses returned to normal, the ubiquitous pain disappeared, and the mind became clearer than ever before.

Like a big dream, the pressure on him was slowly relaxing, and Anshun could feel the liquid in the bucket slowly descending.

The water level dropped to his nose, he opened his eyes, and the bright room made his pupils shrink.

After adaptation, the eyes start to see again.Anshun saw a man standing in front of him. The man's back was lighted, so he couldn't see his expression clearly. He could only hear his cool voice: "It's ok. I'll teach you the exercises in two days. Remember to bring the Shouyuan fruit with you." Come."

The water had receded to his chin, and the pressure on him was completely released. Anshun tried to stand up while holding the mouth of the bucket, but his legs, which had not moved for a long time, staggered on the bottom of the bucket. When he stood up, the man had already walked the door.

Anshun looked at his back, stood in the bucket and saluted: "Thank you, Immortal, for your kindness in rebuilding."

"It's just a deal, no thanks."

After he finished speaking, he opened the door.

A short Douding stood outside the room, poking his head to look through the crack of the door. Si Heng opened the door so fast that he was caught before he could react.

"Master, master." Yi Zhou felt a little embarrassed when he was caught peeping. From his angle, he could just see the scene behind the door.

Seeing Anshun standing naked in the barrel, he curled his lips, turned around and approached Si Heng, and grabbed his hand: "Master, is he healed?"

"Okay." Si Heng didn't see the little apprentice for a few days, and he was still thinking. He told him about Anshun's situation while walking, and after he finished speaking, he asked him if he was confused about his cultivation in the past few days.

Yi Zhou picked up some and said, although the interior of the building is large, Anshun's room is not far from Yi Zhou's room, and he can't walk a few steps.

When the two walked to the door of the room, Si Heng was about to open the door and go in when he was stopped by his apprentice.

The little apprentice grabbed his hand and stopped in front of him with a serious face: "Go and rest."

Si Heng was surprised, he was indeed very tired now, but he didn't feel it, and he didn't know how his apprentice found out.

But thinking back to the previous two days, the apprentice insisted that he was injured, and Si Heng thought it might be Yi Zhou's racial talent.

He didn't try to be brave, he told Yi Zhou to practice more diligently, and then he went back to his room.

Anshun felt the pain only for a moment, but it was because he lost consciousness.

In fact, Si Heng stayed in his room for more than three days. Any movement of the head must be extremely extreme, the mana should be controlled to a minimum, and the other party should not die due to the long-term loss of consciousness.

Si Heng hasn't been so tired for a long time, mana consumption is second, and what consumes the most is consciousness. At the end of the moment, he even wanted to sleep on the spot.

Supporting his body back to the room, Si Heng activated the formation, and before he reached the bed, his consciousness disappeared.