The protagonist always wants to take my chance [Transmigration Book]

Lu Qingwu let Ming Jinghui lean on him, and he penetrated into Ming Jinghui's body with spiritual power and consciousness one by one, only passing through the skin and then quickly retracted. "Surface injuries are not a big problem. Your body can't bear the external spiritual power and consciousness for the time being. I can't detect your spiritual veins and dantian."

Lu Qingwu was very clear about Ming Jinghui's current physical condition, but it was impossible for him to treat him directly without doing any investigation.What the cultivator pays attention to is never the injuries on the body surface, but the dantian of the spiritual veins in the body, and the inner alchemy in the dantian is the most important thing.

"I only suffered external injuries. It looks horrible on the surface, but the internal condition is better than ever. The spiritual veins have widened a lot after this calamity, and the spiritual power in the golden core has also become more solid." Ming Jinghui's voice was louder than before. Usually much lighter, obviously lack of strength.But what he said was very certain, and the expression on his face was also extremely determined.

Leaning on Lu Qingwu's body, making sure that he would not be in danger for the time being, he went to the Consciousness Sea to search for Li Jiamao's memory related to the formation.Even though Ming Jinghui didn't know much about the previous formation, he knew that his current physical condition had something to do with the formation.

Li Jiamao's spiritual consciousness entered Ming Jinghui's sea of ​​consciousness, and his years of memories naturally became part of Ming Jinghui's harvest.With the help of formations, Ming Jinghui could have received these memories at once, but it is easy to lose himself if he rashly accepts the memories of a strong person with more experience than himself. He chose to place Li Jiamao's spiritual consciousness on the side of the sea of ​​consciousness.Before completely digesting his spiritual consciousness and fully accepting these memories, Ming Jinghui can also take the initiative to inquire if necessary.

Li Jiamao's memory indeed contained everything about the formation, as well as an explanation for his current situation.His physical condition is actually better than ever, and his physical strength is still as strong as it should be in the Jindan stage, but his state is not quite the same as that of ordinary people.

If you compare your body to a hemp rope.The "hemp rope" of ordinary Jindan stage powerhouses is extremely loose and has enough length to swing from side to side, while Ming Jinghui's "hemp rope" is completely taut and cannot make large movements. Although the hardness of the 'hemp rope' is the same, the results of the same attack will be completely different.

The time it takes to search the memory is only a split second, so Ming Jinghui can definitely reply to Lu Qingwu. "It will only take a few months for my body to return to normal, Senior Brother Lu doesn't need to worry."

"Treat the wounds on your body first." Lu Qingwu had no scruples when he received Ming Jinghui's affirmative answer.

He quickly tapped Ming Jinghui's body several times with his fingers to stop the blood from flowing out.This method utilizes acupuncture points, and as long as the strength is sufficient, the effect can be achieved without using spiritual power.

Then Lu Qingwu called out the bench he carried with him, put Ming Jinghui on the bench, hooked the blood-stained belt around Ming Jinghui's waist with his finger, and it was ripped off.He moved his hand to the overlapped front of Ming Jinghui's chest, and opened the outer shirt and the inner shirt together.

Ming Jinghui's chest was bloody and bloody, and he couldn't see the specific injury clearly.Lu Qingwu casually used a 'Dust Removing Curse', and the blood stains on the uninjured skin disappeared, but the bright red blood stains on the wound did not decrease at all.

The 'Dust Removing Curse' is a low-level method commonly used by practitioners, which can cleanse the blood under control.But if it is used to clean up the wound, even if the control of spiritual power is meticulous, a little bit will penetrate into Ming Jinghui's wound.A little spiritual power will not make Ming Jinghui's injury worse, but the pain will be aggravated several times, which is not suitable for treating the wound.

There was an extra handkerchief in Lu Qingwu's hand, which was moistened by his spiritual power the next moment.He wiped the blood from Ming Jinghui's wound with a handkerchief, revealing the original appearance of the wound.

When Lu Qingwu finished treating one wound and was about to treat the next one, Ming Jinghui suddenly made a sound. "Um."

"What?" Lu Qingwu shifted his eyes on Ming Jinghui's wound upwards, facing Ming Jinghui's eyes.

"It's nothing." Ming Jinghui subconsciously looked away.Because of Lu Qingwu's inquiry, did he feel that the cool touch left on his chest seemed to be amplified a lot, making it even more unbearable.

Lu Qingwu wiped the wound for him, and the water temperature on the handkerchief was just right.Lu Qingwu has an ice-type spiritual root, and unlike other spiritual root cultivators, the water he conjures will be at room temperature.The water he conjures will be cold, and only after careful regulation will it be at room temperature.

Because of Lu Qingwu's carefulness, there was a clear difference between his own body temperature and the water temperature on the handkerchief.When the slightly cool fingers brushed across his chest inadvertently, the touch was very obvious.Ming Jinghui was not prepared at all, his body trembled slightly after being touched by Lu Qingwu's fingers, and he couldn't help but let out a sound.

"It hurts?" Lu Qingwu shifted his gaze to the wound again. Two-thirds of the skin on Ming Jinghui's chest was covered by large and small wounds, so there would definitely be pain.Before Ming Jinghui made his voice, Lu Qingwu really didn't pay much attention to the strength in his hand.

The plot emphasizes the pain when the formation method draws away the flesh and blood spiritual power and consciousness. When Lu Qingwu appeared, Ming Jinghui was in the formation method, enduring the pain caused by the formation method.Although Ming Jinghui's face was very pale at that time, his expression didn't change much, much better than Li Jiamao's.Lu Qingwu thought that Ming Jinghui had a good tolerance for pain, and he didn't have too many scruples when dealing with wounds.

"Hold on a little bit." Lu Qingwu said, but the strength in his hands slowed down a bit.

Ming Jinghui actually wanted to say that he didn't care about such a slight pain, but seeing Lu Qingwu's serious and focused profile, he swallowed what he wanted to say.

If he said he didn't care about the pain, Senior Brother Lu would definitely be puzzled by his reaction just now.Thinking that Senior Brother Lu might guess that he had such a reaction because of the contact between the two of them, Ming Jinghui felt a little ashamed.

Ming Jinghui's thoughts always revolved around Lu Qingwu, and he felt very clearly when Lu Qingwu treated his wound.Keenly noticed that the movements of Lu Qingwu's hands slowed down, and the number of fingers touching his body also inadvertently increased.Ming Jinghui's body tensed up involuntarily, fearing that he would lose his composure again.

When Lu Qingwu put the handkerchief aside, Ming Jinghui was really relieved.His eyes followed Lu Qingwu, and when Lu Qingwu put down his handkerchief, an exquisite jade box appeared in his hand. The jade box contained wound medicine commonly used by cultivators, which contained spiritual power.

Lu Qingwu swept out the spiritual power in the wound medicine. If it were any other time, doing so would be the same as destroying a box of wound medicine. A cultivator would not be able to endure a traumatic wound to heal for ten days, half a month or even a month.This is the most suitable way to do this at this time, the wound medicine of the cultivator will still have the effect after removing the spiritual power, and the medicine effect is much better than the wound medicine used by ordinary people.

Ming Jinghui felt that Lu Qingwu used his fingers to apply the wound medicine to the wound on his chest. Obviously, the time of touching increased a lot, and his body relaxed instead.When the wound medicine was applied to the wound, there was a refreshing feeling, which was somewhat similar to Lu Qingwu touching him with his fingers, allowing him to ignore Lu Qingwu's fingers a little.

Lu Qingwu finished applying the wound medicine to Ming Jinghui's chest, and put the jade box aside.Hold Ming Jinghui halfway to his chest with one hand, let his body lift up slightly, and put the other hand on his waist, wanting to take off the obscene pants on his body and treat the wound on his lower body.

"Senior Brother Lu?!" Ming Jinghui noticed Lu Qingwu's intentions, and his tone changed a bit.

Sensing Ming Jinghui's discomfort, Lu Qingwu paused for a while. "Stagnation of blood flow in the wound for a long time is not conducive to wound healing, and needs to be dealt with as soon as possible. You can't handle it yourself now."

In Lu Qingwu's eyes, Ming Jinghui's discomfort was completely unnecessary.It is impossible for him to deal with the wound by himself in his current state, even if he does not ask Lu Qingwu to help, he will definitely ask other disciples to help, which is no different from the current situation.Considering that the sooner the wound is treated, the better, and he is the only one present, so it is most suitable for him to do it.

Ming Jinghui knew that his wound must be treated by others.In the current situation, it is best for Lu Qingwu to treat his wounds.But instead of relaxing, he became even more uncomfortable.Because he realized that as long as it was not Lu Qingwu who did it, but Ding Hao or other disciples, he would not feel this way.As long as he thinks of Lu Qingwu treating his lower body injury, his uneasiness will surge up uncontrollably, and he can't suppress it.

Ming Jinghui knew that Lu Qingwu's position in his heart was different from that of other people.He valued Lu Qingwu more than anyone else, and also wanted to get closer to him. With such an idea, he shouldn't reject Lu Qingwu's touch.In reality, his body was extremely sensitive to Lu Qingwu's touch, and he felt uncomfortable in his heart.Although it is not repulsive, it is clearly a gesture of refusal to approach.

Where did it go wrong? !

"The disciples of Xinghong Peak are looking for you everywhere under the order of their father. I sent a message to my father before, and they will come together soon. Just wait for a while, it doesn't matter." Seeing Ming Jinghui, Lu Qingwu really couldn't let go. He gave up the plan to treat his wound.

Seeing that Lu Qingwu really withdrew his hand, Ming Jinghui took a step back to put distance between them.Ming Jinghui was afraid that his reaction would misunderstand Lu Qingwu, making Lu Qingwu mistakenly think that he was very repulsive to him.He couldn't help feeling a little nervous, and the momentary loss was concealed under the tension. "Senior brother Lu, I'm not..."

Lu Qingwu reached out and patted Ming Jinghui's shoulder to calm him down. "I know."

Lu Qingwu knew that Ming Jinghui's worries were nothing more than fearing that he would develop a grudge, and it was impossible for him to be dissatisfied with Ming Jinghui because of such a trivial matter.Some people don't care much about same-sex contact, and some people are defensive about anyone they don't get close to.Ming Jinghui probably belonged to the latter category.Ming Jinghui had enough trust in him, but the two were actually not that close.It is normal for people who are not close to him to feel uncomfortable when they touch him.

What's more, Lu Qingwu himself has nothing to do with the word "diligence".Taking the initiative to heal Ming Jinghui's wounds is also due to the situation. Indeed, the sooner Ming Jinghui's wounds are treated, the better. He can't just stand by and watch.Ming Jinghui himself refused, and Lu Qingwu naturally couldn't insist any longer, but he was happy at ease.

When Ming Jinghui looked at Shang Lu Qingwu, the worries in his heart disappeared without a trace, and Lu Qingwu could always easily reassure him.

Lu Qingwu once again notified Lu Hongyuan with his sect token, telling him of Ming Jinghui's situation at this time, and reminding Lu Hongyuan to bring over the disciple who was usually in charge of Ming Jinghui's chores. "Father will soon bring the Xinghong Peak disciple you are familiar with and ask him to treat your wound."

Since Lu Qingwu said he was someone he was 'familiar with', he might be the one he is most familiar with.Ming Jinghui felt Lu Qingwu's caring, but also felt Lu Qingwu's misunderstanding of him.In Lu Qingwu's eyes, he rejected him because he wasn't close enough.

Ming Jinghui wanted to explain, so he opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't do anything.Even he himself doubted whether he didn't want to get close to Lu Qingwu as he imagined.This idea made it difficult for him to accept for a while.