Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Lin Jue turned around and saw a pair of eyes that were too dark to see to the bottom.

"Mr. Fang," he said in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Fang Qiushui smiled slightly. "Yan Ke asked me to come," he said, "He said he went to find the Demon Lord, but the Demon Lord closed the door and didn't let him in. He didn't know what he was doing, and then he came to me and asked me to come and see look……"

Fang Qiushui rubbed his forehead: "...what's your name, I'm sorry, my memory is really bad, but it's not a big problem." He stretched out his hand towards Lin Jue, "Give it to me. "

Lin Jue froze for a moment before realizing that what Fang Qiushui wanted was the bird.He carefully placed the dying bird in Fang Qiushui's hand.Fang Qiushui raised his hand and squinted.

"It's okay." He said softly, holding out his other hand.Before Lin Jue had time to react, he saw Fang Qiushui's hand tear open the wound on Bird's body.

Lin Jue felt his scalp go numb, and just as he was about to yell, Fang Qiushui pulled out his finger instantly, took out a red stone the size of a pomegranate seed from his bosom, and stuffed it into the wound Then, he took out a small bottle, poured out a little blue liquid and wiped it on the wound.

The blue liquid glowed faintly in the dark, which was somewhat familiar. It didn't take long to apply it on the bird's wound, and the wound gradually healed and disappeared.

Lin Jue stared at Fang Qiushui's rapid treatment, and was crushed in his chest before he could cry out.Seeing Lin Jue's expression, Fang Qiushui could not help but smile slightly, and put the bird back into Lin Jue's hands.

I saw the bird opened its black eyes in Lin Jue's hand, then turned over, chirped a few times, and then pecked Lin Jue's finger with its beak. Still looking like he's about to die.

Lin Jue stretched out his finger, and gently slid it twice along the fluff on the top of the bird's head.The little bird shook its head and looked at Lin Jue with its round eyes.

"Thank you, Mr. Fang! It's amazing," Lin Jue suddenly felt the gloom in his heart disappear. He couldn't help but look up at Fang Qiushui, and said happily, "I thought it was dead."

"Its soul is still in the body, so it's not difficult to treat." Fang Qiushui said, "Just put a spirit stone on the wound. Wisdom stone is also a kind of spirit stone, which can be used to heal such minor injuries."

"It's okay." Lin Jue clasped his palms lightly, covering the little bird in his palms, "If the soul leaves the body, wouldn't it be hopeless."

"Not necessarily." Fang Qiushui shook his head and said with a smile, "Mr. Wen is just an example."

"Mr. Wen is a monk, so he is different from ordinary people and animals," Lin Jue said.

"That's right." Fang Qiushui looked away, and cast his dark eyes into the depths of the bamboo forest, "Cultivators are an unfair existence. Even if their souls leave their bodies, if their bodies are still there, they will not die. Even if their bodies Even if it dies, it can also be thrown into a new body, or reincarnated as the same person. To make a monk truly die, the only way is to crush his primordial spirit."

He smiled in the direction of no one, "There are even legends that even if the soul of a monk is broken into powder, as long as it is connected with other people's soul, it can be reassembled and resurrected. The more fragments, the more souls needed. There are more gods."

Lin Jue looked at Fang Qiushui suspiciously. He vaguely felt that something was wrong with the topic, but he didn't know what was wrong.

"Mr. Fang..." He hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "Why did you tell me this?"

Mr. Fang narrowed his eyes slightly, and the moonlight passed over the bamboo leaves and sprinkled on his face, making those black eyes even more bottomless.

"I'm reminding you," he said, "You seem to have a natural sense of trust in immortal monks. But in fact, there is no difference between decent monks and demonic people, they are both equally cruel."

Lin Jue's palm shrank slightly.Since he traveled so far, he has encountered quite a few orthodox monks who murder and set fire, but there are also kind people.

"I...I don't think so." He looked into Fang Qiushui's eyes and whispered, "There are some monks who have misbehavior, but whether they are demon cultivators or immortals, there are many good people among them."

Fang Qiushui shook his head, stretched out his hand, and lightly teased the beak of the little bird in Lin Jue's hand.

"What does it hurt?" he asked.

"The monks sent by Yuan Cheng wanted to catch me and threw darts into the sky, accidentally hurting this little bird." Lin Jue replied.

"Look," Fang Qiushui said lightly, "the bird is free in the sky. It is an innocent bird, but it almost died. Who is to blame for this? Ordinary people's darts can only fly up a few feet, and the speed is slow, so how can they hurt you?" A flying bird in the sky? If those monks didn't create a hidden weapon to fly into the sky, how could it be injured?"

"...But the monk did this to protect himself, and there is nothing wrong with it." Lin Jue whispered.

"Cultivators can kill birds at will to protect themselves without any shame," Fang Qiushui said, "similarly, they can also trample on the souls of mortals and even the primordial spirits of low-level monks at will for some silly things."

He looked straight at Lin Jue with those eyes: "This is not cruelty."

Lin Jue felt his throat was dry, he swallowed lightly, but couldn't say anything to refute the person in front of him.

"If there were no immortals and demons, how could there be fights? If there were no fights, why would you need to protect yourself? If you don't need to protect yourself, how could you hurt others?" Fang Qiushui said in a deep voice.

"To put it bluntly, if there is no such thing as a fairy monk in this world, it would be the best."

Lin Jue was stunned.He didn't expect Fang Qiushui's words to come to this conclusion.

"Mr. Fang," he whispered, "but you are also a monk..."

"I know." Fang Qiushui smiled slightly, "But you are not."

He stretched out two fingers and shook Lin Jue's forehead.

"You are not a monk, and you are also an extraordinary person. The situation at this time is the best," he said, "Don't go astray in pursuit of power and become one of the cruel people."

"But..." Lin Jue wanted to say something, but Fang Qiushui raised his hand to stop him.

"The bird has been rescued." He looked at the little bird in Lin Jue's hand whose eyes were slightly closed due to fatigue, and said, "I'll take you back to your room."

"I... I can go back by myself," Lin Jue didn't expect the topic to end suddenly, and he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and said, "Don't bother me, sir."

"The bamboo forest has been cursed by the Demon Lord. Ordinary people can't get in, and they can't get out." Fang Qiushui took Lin Jue's arm, "I'll take you away."

Lin Jue was dragged by Fang Qiushui, and after walking through the bamboo forest for a few moments, he saw Wen Tiandong's residence.

"Here we are," Fang Qiushui said, opening the door for Lin Jue and gently pushing him in, "Have a good rest."

When Lin Jue stepped into the room, the candle on the desk danced with a small flame, which was already shortened.When he turned his head and wanted to thank Fang Qiushui again, there was no one behind him, only Qingfengmingyue and Zhulin Xiaoxiao were left.

Lin Jue gently put the sleepy bird back into the bowl, got up and closed the door.Before closing the door, he glanced outside.If Xiaoniao hadn't recovered, he would have suspected that meeting Fang Qiushui just now was a dream.

He put out the candle and lay down on the bed.Yan Ke's sword was still quietly placed beside the pillow.Lin Jue hugged the sword and curled up.

Before he went out, he was sad because Yan Ke had lied to him, but now this sadness has been wiped out with the cure of Xiaoniao.However, Fang Qiushui's words weighed on his heart like a heavy stone for some reason.

Whether it's Mr. Fang or Yan Ke, why don't they want me to practice.Lin Jue thought.Is it so bad to be a fairy monk?

its not right!Holding the sword, Lin Jue turned over and patted his forehead with his hand.We were clearly talking about treating Xiaoniao's wounds, why did we suddenly turn to this topic?Isn't it a good thing for a monk to live a long life?Why did he suddenly become the embodiment of cruelty?I thought it made sense at the time?

Lin Jue smiled wryly.However, if it is true as Mr. Fang said, cultivation is not a good thing, then it is fine not to practice.

He lay flat on the bed, his eyes fixed on the drapery.

But other than that, Fang Qiushui's words seemed to hide other things that Lin Jue cared about, but he didn't know what they were.

The faint coolness of the sword in his arms passed through the scabbard and stuck to Lin Jue's skin.Lin Jue closed his eyes, planning to have a good sleep first, and think about the rest tomorrow.

Lin Jue had a dream.In the dream, he was dressed in coarse sackcloth, driving a group of ducks, humming and walking on the ridge of the field.Ducks croaked and croaked, Lin Jue walked to the edge of a field, stopped, and whistled to the people working in the field.

Yan Ke straightened up from the green wheat seedlings, saw Lin Jue, and walked towards him.He looked stern, but the corners of his eyes couldn't hide his tenderness. After wiping his hands on his clothes, he gently gathered the loose hair on Lin Jue's face behind his ears.

"You're back." He said softly.

Lin Jue nodded, a faint sweetness rose from his heart, and he held Yan Ke's hand.

The group of ducks were blocked by the two on the ridge of the field and could not move forward, so they quacked angrily and landed on the field with flapping wings.

Lin never knew how many ducks he had raised, and the sound of quacking and flapping wings was endless, without any intention of stopping.He felt that he should take care of the duck, so he opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was the curtain above his head.

A sweet scent wafted into Lin Jue's nostrils, and the sky was bright.Yan Ke was standing in front of the table, holding a jug expressionlessly, pouring milk into a small bowl.A little bird with gray feathers and red feathers fluttered around the room. Seeing Lin Jue sitting up from the bed, he let out a happy cry and landed on his shoulder.

This bird looks small and cute, but its sound is very unpleasant.As soon as it opened its mouth, Lin Jue immediately knew where the group of ducks in his dream came from.He couldn't help smiling, and tapped the bird's beak with his fingertips.

"Are you well?" he said.

The little bird yelled twice again, and flapped its wings on his shoulder twice.

Yan Ke brought the milk to Lin Jue's hand and watched Lin Jue drink it.

"The Taoist robe of the Yuancheng sect has been washed and repaired," he said, "you can change it."

A flash of inspiration flashed in Lin Jue's mind, he smiled and put down the bowl in his hand.He blinked and stared at Yan Ke.

Yan Ke seemed a little uncomfortable being watched by him. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"I seem to know who my previous life was." Lin Jue said.