I'm so scared that I hug my body tightly

When Qianfan woke up again, he found that he was in a strange place again, even attached to a strange body.

In the life when he met Song Rufeng, Qian Fan was the concubine of the Mianyun Hua family, and in Zheng Changqing's life, he was a spirit body in the form of his body, and his body was split in half in that explosion, and his spirit body was too weak to be realized, changing the world Then the law of reincarnation sent him to a dead body.

I don't know whether it was the original body's bad body or his possession made the body bad. The moment Qian Fan regained consciousness, he felt pain all over his body, like being pierced by steel needles.

But this kind of pain was not unbearable for Qianfan, he blinked, took a deep breath, and stabilized his expression, as if he felt nothing.

At this time, Qian Fan used his divine sense to read the memory of the original body, but just after the divine sense was mobilized from the sea of ​​consciousness, Qian Fan felt a blow to the head, his eyes turned black, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably , Choked him to cough, chest tightness, coughing almost convulsive.

"Brother!"

The door creaked and was pushed open, and a girl in yellow ran in with hurried small steps, and even fell on the way. Two maids behind her hurriedly helped her up, and persuaded her to slow down in a good-tempered manner.

The girl smiled at her maid, walked quickly to the bedside, took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood that Qianfan kept coughing up.

"Quickly, help your brother up."

The two maids stepped forward to help him up without waiting for the girl's order. After sitting up, Qianfan coughed a few more words, finally calmed down, looked at a group of girls with white faces but worried looking at him, and asked : "Who are you?"

Hua Qianzhong was stunned for a moment, her eyes filled with mist as if she was about to cry.But in the end, she just blinked back her tears, then forced a smile, and said softly: "Brother, I am Qianzhong, your sister Hua Qianzhong."

Qian Fan was silent for a moment, then asked again: "Then what about me?"

"Brother, your name is Qianfan, and your character is Congyi. You are the son of Hua's eldest son, and you are currently in charge of the capital's right imperial army, the capital of Jingwei."

"What happened to me?"

Qianzhong's expression suddenly became ugly. She wrung the blood-soaked handkerchief, gritted her teeth, and said, "Three days ago, my brother was attacked in Beicheng. He was stabbed several times and was pushed into the lake. If it wasn't for Hou Eldest brother happened to pass by, brother, you..."

Couldn't bear it any longer, Hua Qianzhong wept softly, and after sobbing a few times, she suddenly gasped for breath, her eyebrows twitched into a ball, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Qian Fan was startled, regardless of the needle-like pain all over his body, he threw off the quilt and jumped out of the bed, his snow-white coat was stained with blood from the open wound.

He pinched Hua Qianzhong's wrist, and with difficulty mobilized a trace of spiritual power to go in and explore. The pain caused by the mobilization of spiritual power made Qian Fan twitch his eyebrows, but the trace of spiritual power that came out was steady and fast. Explore Qianzhong's body and make some warming.

"Brother, this is..." Qian Chong's breath slowly stabilized, she held Qian Fan with her backhand, a blush appeared on her face.I didn't get better so quickly when I was sick, what did my brother do just now?I feel so comfortable.

However, as soon as Qianzhong touched it, she felt that Qianfan's body was terribly cold at the moment, it was not like the temperature of a living person, and then she saw the large bloodstains on the snow-white shirt, she gritted her teeth and stood up, pushing The maid helped him back to the bed, and then called the doctor to check and change the medicine.

After more than half a month of recuperation, Qianfan's health has improved a lot. As long as he gets out of bed and walks carefully, the wound will not burst again. The servants in the mansion all laughed and said that the master's health is good, and the injury heals quickly.

And Qian Fan frowned dissatisfiedly.

The body of a mortal 23 is about four years old, but the appearance of a young man has become much thinner recently, and there is no iconic red mark between his eyebrows.

In his opinion, the state of this body was terribly poor, not to mention a trace of aura, and it was frighteningly fragile.

Not to mention those cultivators in the cultivation world, even those warriors and mortals from the previous world can be killed with one move.

At the same time, Qian Fan felt the oppression of the law more clearly, the law of self-cultivation could not be used at all, and the martial arts rules of the previous life were difficult to work.

His consciousness was suppressed in the sea of ​​consciousness, and any movement in the sea of ​​consciousness would make his eyes blackened by the backlash, and he could only draw a little spiritual power from his body with all his strength, and he was so shaken that his blood was rolling, which was extremely uncomfortable.

And this trace of spiritual power that was difficult to mobilize was used by him to nourish Qianzhong's body.

Qianzhong is the original owner's compatriot sister, born with a weak body, the doctor asserted that she would not live to be ten years old.

Fortunately, the Hua family is a wealthy family, and after taking care of her carefully, she has now lived to the age of twenty-eight, but her health has deteriorated, and her husband's family can't tell.

Four years ago, the parents of the two were unfortunately killed, and Qianzhong barely survived that time. His elder brother Hua Qianfan stayed outside the door every night for half a month before Qianzhong survived.

I don't know whether it was the original body's obsession with worrying about the younger sister that affected Qianfan, or whether Qianfan liked this younger sister and was also curious about the feeling of being connected by blood. In short, from the very first meeting, Qianfan decided to treat this younger sister. good.

This morning, Qianzhong told Qianfan that he was going to pray for his brother at Kaiyuan Temple outside the city.

During these days of recuperation, Qianfan has read many books, ranging from ancient prose and Fu to land veins and rivers, and even folk ranks. He has also heard of the name of Kaiyuan Temple.

Kaiyuan Temple was built 300 years ago. It was the national temple of the former dynasty. It is said that the monkey-faced Bodhisattva in charge of peace and longevity in the temple is very spiritual. Later, the status of the national temple disappeared after the change of dynasty, but it still has a good reputation. People go to worship it from time to time.

The only fly in the ointment is that Kaiyuan Temple is too remote, and the original broad road was forcibly destroyed, and only the rugged dirt mountain road can be used for walking.

How could Yi Qianzhong's body bear it?Even if you can bear it, is that remote mountain corner a place where people go?Maybe some mandrill ghost hides in it in an attempt to kill people!

Well, the law of self-cultivation has completely disappeared, and no one can cultivate, let alone mountain spirits and ghosts. This point is ignored by Qian Fan, who is almost incarnate as a sister-in-law.

However, Qian Zhong is also a wayward master, Qian Fan refused to let her go, so she left the book and drove away secretly in a carriage with two maids in the middle of the night.

It wasn't until the next morning when Qianfan went to use spiritual power to recuperate Qianzhong's body as usual that he realized that the person was gone. Qianfan's face that was originally dull was flushed with anger, and he turned around immediately. Bai coughed a few words in depression.

"There are only two masters left in Huafu, and both of them are sick, can they get better?"

It was at this time that Hou Chengjue came to Huafu.

He was dressed in dark blue soft armor, with two knives pinned to his waist, one long and one long, and one short, with a tiger's head and a lion's head as handles respectively, which were very imposing.

The man winked in a funny way, and his deep facial features were crowded together. Not only did he fail to make people laugh, but he looked ferocious on the contrary.

If Qianfan hadn't felt the breath first when he saw the person and whether there was any malice in the person's eyes but worried, Qianfan might have smashed his fist on that fierce face the moment he turned around.

"You are... Hou Chengjue?" Qian Fan stopped coughing and asked uncertainly.According to Qianzhong's introduction, the only one who can freely enter and leave Huafu without notifying him is the son of a family friend of the Hua family, his childhood sweetheart Hou Chengjue who has played with him since he was a child.

Hou Chengjuan put away his mischievous countenance, and said seriously: "Congyi, you really lost your memory."

"...Who is Congyi?" Qian Fan felt confused.

Hou Chengjue: "...your words, if you cut out the complicated, you should keep it simple."

Qian Fanmu nodded with a stern face: "I wrote it down."

Hou Chengjue: "..."

"You are familiar with the house, feel free, I have something to go out."

Qian Fan nodded towards Hou Chengjue, patted his chest to suppress the discomfort of the blood churning, but when he passed by, Hou Chengjue held down his shoulder.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Qianzhong went to Kaiyuan Temple." Qian Fan frowned, and there was a trace of worry in the interview.

"Well, I know." Hou Chengjue nodded, "Little Chong'er wrote to me the day before yesterday and asked me to come and take care of you."

"You know?" Qian Fan suddenly lowered his face, staring at Hou Chengjuan unhappily.

If it is said that the young man's glaring face is squeamish no matter what, then the pale and thin young man is also staring at people like this, which is less pampering, but more pitiful and fragile.

There was a flash in Hou Chengjue's eyes, and he frowned unobtrusively.

"You know you still let her go?" Qian Fan was almost blown away, but his natural coldness prevented him from making a fiery gesture, but he was a little emotional, and he reached out and grabbed Hou Chengjuan's collar and asked, "That desolate and remote place?" Qianzhong is not in good health, what should I do besides work?"

"Calm down!" Hou Chengjuan, who was caught, raised his hand begging for mercy, "Why am I not worried about Xiao Chong'er? She is also my sister! Don't worry, I have sent four good men to follow, it will be absolutely fine!"

Qian Fan pursed her lips, let go of her hand and snorted, she was reluctantly persuaded, but still couldn't let go, and wanted to follow up to have a look.

"Okay, Congyi, if you catch up now, you might end up at Kaiyuan Temple when you catch up with someone. Little Chong'er is just worried about your body and wants to pray for you. What should you do if you are still messing around like this and making Little Chong'er sad? "

Hou Chengjue could always grasp Qianfan's thoughts to persuade him. After hearing this, Qianfan finally stopped insisting on finding someone, and let him relax in one breath, so that his body went limp, and he staggered and almost fell.

Hou Chengjue caught him with quick eyesight and quick hands, and then easily hugged him until he was in the bedroom and put him on the bed. He called the doctor to take the pulse to confirm that there was no problem before he was relieved.

"Cong Yi, I came today to talk to you about something." Hou Chengjue sat by the bed, looking directly at Qian Fan, with indescribably serious eyes.

"What's the matter?" Qian Fan was somewhat disconcerted.

"Then I'll just say it straight." Hou Chengjue took out a gold token. The front side of the token said "Freedom from Death" and the back was painted with a five-clawed golden dragon.

"Congyi, today, I am here to recruit you on behalf of the Holy Spirit!"

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No, no, this sickness is not a sickness in the traditional sense, cuties, don’t get me wrong~(￣▽￣)~*