Someone from another plane wants to talk about life with me

Xia Chu is not an ordinary person, Ji Qingquan remembers what he looked like when he saw him.

That person gave him the feeling, like Xiao Tianshu standing in front of the school opening ceremony, that is, Xiao Ji's brother.Ji Qingquan lowered his eyelids and let out a breath.

He also wants to understand how the whole situation is now.With his left hand open, he lightly stroked the palm of his hand with the sword finger of his right hand.

A slit of five millimeters.

On Wu Zong's plane, everyone looked at the palm of his left hand.

No pain, no pain, a [-]mm gash visible to the naked eye suddenly appeared on the palm, exactly the same position as Ji Qingquan's wound in the floating screen in the sky.

The incision was smooth, with slight blood oozing.

"!!"

"That's it!"

"stop!"

"Exactly the same!"

"sky……"

The reaction from Wu Zong's plane continued to pass, and Ji Qingquan could almost imagine the panic and panic that those people felt when they saw the wound on their hand.Afraid, apprehensive, even subject to human resentment.

Maybe everyone's reaction is not the same, but those feelings must be flooded in the group.

So, it's true.

Ji Qingquan took out the Qingyang ointment and rubbed it on his hands.The wound disappeared instantly.His palm once again returned to its original white and tender appearance, where the meridians and blood color could be seen.

He only dared to test his own body. For cultivators, simple trauma would have the least impact on them.

Even if there is only such a small hole, everyone in the Wuzong plane will have the same wound as him.So what if his promotion is extremely painful, if he is covered in bruises, if he... falls?

The life and death of a plane was tied to him, a child who was only twelve years old.

Why is that?

Why?

How can this be done?

Ji Qingquan looked at his hands in a daze.

People in the Wuzong plane are afraid that he will be hurt and that he has bad intentions.He was the same, and he was also afraid.He was afraid of taking on the life of a plane, afraid of taking on the responsibility of a plane, afraid...he couldn't do it himself.

He doesn't care, he doesn't care, he can live the life he wants.No one in the Wuzong plane can criticize him harshly.He lived his own life.

But can he do it?

Can it really be done?

Dao Xin really...doesn't it produce inner demons?

The difference between You Yuan and Wu Zong must not only be in the subtle differences in cultivation methods.

The external environment, such as aura and spirit stone reserves, may be different.

If he was going to die, even the newborns in the Wuzong plane might perish.

This connection is too cruel, too incomprehensible...why?Why him?why?

Ji Qingquan's mind was filled with all kinds of questions, as well as what the group of people from the Wuzong plane were talking about.It's just that those words were completely skipped by him.His mind was empty.

Blank.

No, it should be said to be nothingness.

The impact of just talking about it a month ago is far greater than the impact of a wound now.

He can't tell anyone about these things, and he can't tell anyone.Everything can only be borne by himself.

Ji Qingquan finally came back to his senses, put down his hands, hesitated for a while, then fell back and lay on the bed.

"The shock is big for us now. I think both of us need to calm down for a while. Go to bed early. ——Xia Chu"

After Xia Chu finished speaking, there was no sound in Ji Qingquan's head.

If the same wound appeared on a newborn baby, or on a cultivator who was being promoted, someone might fall from the Wuzong plane.

Ji Qingquan bit the flesh in his mouth slightly, but he didn't dare to use force anymore.

Where is the boundary of pain, he still does not know.

He didn't dare to try again.

Song Lao had practiced swordsmanship with him, and the part of his body that he protected the most was his eyes.He cares too much about his eyes.But now he has to care about his whole body.

Why?

Ji Qingquan said: "Can you still hear me?"

"Yeah.——Xia Chu"

Only Xia Chu was replying to him, and the others didn't know what they were doing.

Ji Qingquan thought that everyone would be able to see the scene in the sky anyway, so he said, "In my life, I'll just pass by and protect myself. So don't place too much hope on me. Instead of placing your hopes on me You might as well put it on yourselves. Someone from your own plane can always figure out how to untie the connection."

"...You are different from ordinary people.——Xia Chu"

Ji Qingquan finally dug himself out from the shock, his eyes looking at nothingness were extremely clear.He chuckled and said: "I want to get rich all the time now. Cultivation costs more money than I imagined. I am alone, plus a Song Lao, and now I have an extra Jinsinan. I am very happy." Reason, I understand that I cannot shoulder the burden of one of your planes. I will study, but it is not for you."

Wu Zong plane taught him not because he was Ji Qingquan, but because of the connection between him and Wu Zong.

If he is a casual A, B, C, these people who talk to him will not even give him a look.

"It's not a good thing to be too sensible. But I'm very lucky now, fortunately, this person is you. This is the best news among the worst news. ——Xia Chu"

There was a bit of ridicule in Xia Chu's words: "Then I wish you a fortune, and I hope we find a solution as soon as possible. During this period of time, you learn from our teaching, and we have a happy cooperation?"

Can Xia Chu represent Wu Zong plane?

Ji Qingquan didn't know, he couldn't care less: "It's a happy cooperation."

He closed his eyes and finally fell asleep without knowing when.

……

During dinner the next day, Ji Qingquan suddenly asked his tablemate a question: "If you save one person, many people will die, but if you don't save him, only one person will die. You Can you help me?"

Guan Yang was eating happily, but was suddenly blinded by this question: "Hey, are you thinking about this today without talking?"

Ji Qingquan looked at Guan Yang the same way.

Guan Yang smiled and scratched his head: "I thought you were too lazy to talk today."

Ji Qingquan didn't really want to talk.

Excessive use of the brain.

Chai Yixing also thought about this question on the sidelines.

It was Xiao Ji who answered first.

"Human life is not measured by the number. If you think that if you save it, you will save it without regret. If you save it, you will regret it, then don't save it. If you save it, you will regret it... You probably think too much about yourself. You will not think about this on the battlefield. Time, there is something to give." Xiao Ji snorted and laughed.

on the battlefield?

Ji Qingquan remembered that Xiao Ji was the son of the third prince.

The third prince, Admiral Xiao, must have encountered such a choice countless times on the battlefield.How many people are taken out always want to bring back as many people, but the battlefield is too cruel.

He chuckled: "Yeah."

Xiao Ji asked Ji Qingquan with a smile: "My answer is so good, why don't we divide the two days of the holiday into two days and go out to play together?"

Ji Qingquan: "..."

He was followed by Xiao Ji.

The class schedule for the first month is extremely tight.The four people in their dormitory kept going out for a run every day in such a tight academic arrangement.What's interesting is that within two days of the start of school, they met people from the martial arts class who came out for a run, and then those from the internal energy class also came out for a run, and finally the students from the miscellaneous class also came out for a run.

Only the first three grades run around the school.

The miscellaneous studies class came out to run and Xiao Ji couldn't get away from it.One day, someone in the class talked about running. Guan Yang complained that he couldn't run every day in his dormitory. Xiao Ji said that running is a very good activity.

Then... the whole miscellaneous studies class came out for a run.

After Ji Qingquan sent the letter to Mr. Song, Mr. Song quickly replied him with a letter. The general content was that Jin Sinan and him lived happily and happily, and asked Ji Qingquan not to worry about them and live a good life.

Life seems to be on track for a while.

Except Xiao Ji's increasing interest in him.

Chai Yixing could tell at a glance that he had been promoted to the ninth level of Qi training in one night.

Ji Qingquan has nothing to hide. For people who are one class above him, as long as the other party investigates carefully, it is easy to find out that he is unusual.

very sad.He didn't expect that he would directly become the ninth level of Qi training after sleeping.

I had no choice but to pretend to be stupid every day to deal with Xiao Ji.

And Ji Qingquan knew that he couldn't relax now, he had to work hard to refine the alchemy.

For example, Qi training is promoted to the elixir of the hall.

Life is pretty good, as long as Xiao Ji doesn't look at him with "you are very interesting" every day, it will be even better.

"The most basic medicine for promotion is Dengtang Pill. Every time we use a level to represent the medicine for promotion to this level. Practicing Qi to advance to Dengtang requires opening up the meridians of the whole body, including the minutiae. Now you practice Qi Nine The first step is to compress the spiritual power, and the next step is to fill the entire meridian with spiritual power. Can you understand what I mean? ——Du Xuanling"

Ji Qingquan felt that this was a bit vague, and said bluntly: "It's still a bit vague."

"Cultivate to the ninth level of each stage, your spiritual energy will be compressed once, let your compressed spiritual power break through a barrier, and you will be able to advance. Once this barrier is broken, your spiritual power can circulate in the body in a new form .——Xia Chu"

Xia Chu and Ji Qingquan are the same age, and what he gave was his own opinion.

Ji Qingquan understood this time: "I understand."

And the promotion of the elixir is to make that barrier into a layer of paper, which will be broken with a slight touch.

Du Xuanling had already taught him the alchemy recipe, and he also brought his own small alchemy stove. He has made three batches of medicinal materials these days, and the next step is the experiment.

Ji Qingquan put the alchemy furnace in his room.

The inside of the alchemy furnace was dim, and after being idle for several days, it was completely dark.This alchemy stove was a gift given to him by Song Lao when he went to the market to buy it.

It turned out that his family had a better alchemy furnace, but it was burned out.

The alchemy room can be used by students, but it is often overcrowded.Alchemy is also available in the dormitory area, but there are restrictions.There is an emergency mode in the array. When the refined elixir exceeds a certain quality, it will be directly suppressed to expel the creatures in the room that caused the accident, and the space will be sealed.

Ji Qingquan decided to stay up all night practicing alchemy.

Hmm... As for tomorrow's class... let's use it for sleep.

Life is really hard.

Ji Qingquan took out the alchemy formula written by himself, moved his fingers over the first three lines, and started his alchemy career seriously.

The moon star stone was crushed into powder, Zhu Dan was ground into powder, Bailu was added, and the fire was lit.

The flame in his hand rose ten centimeters high, and there was a blooming red lotus in the middle of the flame.The red lotus is gorgeous, and drops drop by drop seem to melt from the tips of the petals... The flower is liquid, distorted, and extremely beautiful.

The red lotus fire can burn too many things, the first thing the controller needs to learn is to let the red lotus fire distinguish what he wants to burn.

It is to isolate the alchemy furnace and burn the contents of the alchemy furnace.

He put the fire under the alchemy furnace.

The white dew in the alchemy furnace melted, reached the boiling point, and melted the moon star stone and Zhu Dan.

The red flame reflected on Ji Qingquan's face, making his face pink.

Everyone in the Wu Zong plane could see the flame burning in his eyes.

No one spoke, and no one interrupted his operation.

Step by step, Ji Qingquan controlled the fire and the materials added.

As time passed, Ji Qingquan's eyes widened slightly, and the momentum of the fire decreased.

Ji Qingquan took out the jar connected to the alchemy stove and put it in the place where the fire was just now.

There was an interlayer at the lower end of the alchemy furnace, and when he poured his spiritual power into it, there was an instant "buzzing" sound from that layer.This is rapid cooling.He pressed the switch on the corner of the furnace.

"Ding——" a pill rolled down and made a crisp sound when it collided with the jar.

Then several more fell.

Formed this elixir.

When the elixir stopped rolling down, Ji Qingquan took out the jar, took one out of it, put it on his nose and sniffed it.After smelling the smell, he showed a triumphant smile: "It was a success."

This is Deng Tang Dan.

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