Medical scum wants to cultivate immortality

"No...no...how could I die?" Luo Zhiyu desperately grabbed and threw himself on Mo Wenshuang, making countless movements to hug him, but he couldn't touch anything.

The two out-of-control people couldn't touch each other, after struggling for a long time.They stayed where they were, looking at each other in silence.

Mo Wenshuang pulled out the short arrows one by one, and silently repaired all the wounds on his body with spiritual power, repairing one, and said hoarsely.

"Alo, I'm obedient"

"I will take medicine when I get sick in the future."

"Injury will get you on medicine."

"I'll let you take the pulse."

"I will drink up every drop of your stewed medicinal food."

"I...I will be here in the future," he choked up, looking at the small coffin, devastated, "I won't go back to my room during Haishi, I will just accompany you and watch the stars and the moon shine together."

"Ah Luo, don't leave me, don't... I will be very obedient in the future, okay, okay?"

Luo Zhiyu broke down in tears, "But why did I die, and how did I die? Mo Wenshuang, am I going to disappear soon? Will I never see you again? I don't want it, I don't want it!"

Mo Wenshuang raised her hand, followed the outline of his face, and touched him who didn't exist, "I will never drive you away again...never again..."

"Wen Shuang! Smell Shuang!!"

Plop.Mo Wenshuang fell into a pool of blood, her long eyelashes were covered with blood beads.

The tomb was extremely quiet, and Luo Zhiyu had no way of determining whether he had lost too much blood and passed out, or...or was he already dead?

"What is this and what is it! Okay, anyway, I'm dead, so you are too! This way we can still be together!"

Luo Zhiyu vented frantically.

"No... I have been practicing medicine with my father since I was a child, and I have never met anyone with a soul after death! If you die, you are dead! There will be nothing! Even if you are a person who cultivates immortals and has a high level of cultivation, you can use your mind after death. The image that exists for a period of time, then, is only very short-lived! Then me? What am I now?"

"I'm not dead, you're not dead to me! Mo Wenshuang, you can't die either!" You were both happy and anxious, never experienced such complicated emotions.

"Luo Zhiyu? Luo Zhiyu? Come back!"

"Who?"

"Luo Zhiyu, do you hear me? Come back quickly, you can't go out for too long!"

"You are? Master Meng?" Luo Zhiyu searched for the source of the voice, "Am I dreaming now?"

He breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes, I must be dreaming, I am not dead, and Wen Shuang will be fine! Wake up, wake up!! Luo Zhiyu!!"

"Luo Zhiyu?"

"Luo Zhiyu!"

"Come back soon!"

"Wind Palm Venerable? Snow Palm Venerable? Brother Shen?"

"Hiss, ah, it hurts!"

Luo Zhiyu felt a piercing numbness in the back of his neck, his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness.

"Wake up, wake up!" Shen Wulan's hanging heart finally fell, and his palms were sweating coldly. Seeing Luo Zhiyu's eyes slowly opening, he grabbed Meng Qi's arm excitedly, repeatedly thank.

"This is what I should do, and what I have done is far from enough. I hope that his soul will come out and find Mr. Shuang." Meng Qi looked guilty, and he dared not accept Shen Wulan's gratitude at all.

Feng Xue and the others invited Meng Qi to Fang Feijin, and understood what happened to the soul. It should not exceed an hour, otherwise, the yang energy would gradually disappear, and the soul would lose contact with the body bit by bit. It will evaporate.

Meng Qi has visited Mianwujing several times over the years, and he really hoped that Mo Wenshuang would give him a chance to have a long talk and apologize.But I never got a nod to step into the end of Fang Fei.

Now, he came here, but he didn't see Mo Wenshuang.It was to find Mo Wenshuang.He really felt that the sky was unfair, why did he have to be alone, after so many experiences, how should he let him unravel what happened back then?

He hated himself, he shouldn't have rushed out recklessly back then, Mo Shi was clearly saving his father, if he had been able to hide.Perhaps, the ending now should be very happy.Their Mo family, with a happy family, will always be number one, sitting number one in the world.The Meng family may be ruined, but at least the whole family will be reunited!

What can replace the happiness of being together as a family?

Faced with the gratitude from Mo Shi and Shen Wulan, he recalled Luo Zhiyu in time, he really felt that he was not worthy!

After opening his eyes, Luo Zhiyu, who saw the person in front of him clearly, jumped up, threw himself into Mo Wenxue's arms, and shouted eagerly, "Tomb! Tomb! That must be true!"

"What tomb?" Mo Wenfeng pulled him over and asked anxiously.

"The tomb of your parents and Ah Yu! I saw Mo Wenshuang!! I saw it in a dream, but that dream must be real! It must be! Tell me, where is the tomb? Save, he will die!"

"What??" Mo Wenxue's legs softened, and she was supported by Shen Wulan and Bai Suizhong.

They have to believe in Luo Zhiyu, when the soul comes out, there will be no mistakes!

"Let's go!" Mo Wenfeng took Mo Wenxue Yujian and flew away at a high speed.

As soon as Luo Zhiyu took out the sword, he felt extremely disgusted and went straight to his forehead, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and blood spurted out of his nose.

"Luo Zhiyu!" Shen Wulan caught the fallen person in time.

"Junior Brother Luo!" Bai Suizhong quickly wiped his blood with his sleeve.

"Quickly, let him lie on the bed," Meng Qi said, "He can't get out of the kung fu, but he went out for a while, and his body must not be able to bear it. Fortunately, his cultivation is quite good, otherwise he may suffer from some stubborn illness. "

But he was rather puzzled, why did Luo Zhiyu escape from his soul?His relationship with Mo Wenshuang...Looking at Shen Wulan, he hesitated to speak, why bother to ask others about others, it is a good thing that he can find someone.

Shen Wulan has always been more thoughtful. Seeing Meng Qi looking at her several times, she took the initiative to explain, "Meng Zhangzun, Luo Zhiyu never secretly learned Meng's skills! I promise you! This time, it was definitely an accident. !"

Meng Qi, who repaired Luo Zhiyu's body, really didn't think much about it. He was slightly taken aback, and quickly shook his head, "No, no, I didn't suspect that he secretly learned kung fu. He...has never been to Changtian Realm. .It’s just...except for those who know how to get out of this practice, our classics have recorded...a few couples who were in love with each other because they were too worried and even got out of their souls to find someone..."

What he wants to ask has been made very clear.Shen Wulan looked at Bai Suizhong, this matter can't be said, but whether to say it or not, Zhangzun Meng should have guessed it...

He twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled without knowing how to answer.Meng Qi didn't ask any more questions, since the answer was already obvious, he concentrated on giving Luo Zhiyu luck.

No wonder this kid has such a big opinion of me.So you like Mr. Shuang.I hope you, one day, can make him surrounded by love and walk out of the abyss.Luo Zhiyu, how I wish Mo Wenshuang could be like you, scold me loudly, be dissatisfied with me, and don't care about beating or scolding me.

In that way, it will make me feel at ease.

Fengxue and Fengxue, who were flying extremely fast, used their clan patterns to summon Su Ren to pick over a hundred disciples with excellent spiritual cultivation and high-ranking teachers, and hurried to Mo's tomb.

Immortal cultivators also rely on blood to survive. If they lose too much blood, they will also be unable to recover. Mo Wenfeng was so anxious that his body shook uncontrollably.Mo Wenxue, on the other hand, held his breath and dared not let it go. He thought of Luo Zhiyu's worried and urgent expression just after waking up, and his heart was gripped terribly.He was afraid that if he took another breath, he might not be able to hold on.

After all, they are brothers connected by blood, and the panic between the two of them will not be created out of nothing.They could vaguely guess that Mo Wenshuang's situation must be bad.

"That Yuan Tong, does he really want to help Wenshuang?" Mo Wen was in a bad mood, "His voice must be around [-], and he has quite a lot of experience in practicing medicine, so why are you so impulsive to provoke Wenshuang with words? I can't even see the slightest stability!"

"Brother... I don't think he has any malicious intentions, maybe he was in a hurry."

"What is he anxious about? Does Wen Shuang know him?"

"Didn't he say that Wen Shuang saved his relatives?"

"Do you believe it? Wen Shuang has never been out of the Misty Land since he was eight years old! Didn't he save Meng Qi before he was eight years old?!"

Mo Wenxue thought for a while, then asked, "Meng Qi?"

"Meng Qi?" Mo Wenfeng also muttered.

"Could he be?" "Could it be Yuan Tong?"

The two were shocked!

"How is it possible!!" Mo Wenfeng shook his head, not quite believing it.

"But he wears a veil all the year round, why? There is something strange about this."

"You mean, Meng Yang didn't die that year? He changed his name to Yuantong and hibernated in the Zhuang family, is it...?"

"Waiting for revenge?" Mo Wenxue's eyes widened in disbelief, "For 15 years, he is too good at hiding."

"No, no, no," Mo Wenfeng vetoed, "His medical skills can't be learned in a short time, Yuan Tong...is very sophisticated. Meng Yang can't handle bugs."

"That's right...then...he and Meng Qi are so speculative, how can you explain it?"

Mo Wenfeng looked at Mo Wenxue and blinked. He couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking, "Forget it, that's his business, we don't care about it. So far, he hasn't done anything to hurt Mrs. Zhuang. Let's go to the tomb and look for Wenshuang."

"it is good."

In the tomb, Mo Wenshuang was awakened.

"Brother, brother, I don't have much time, wake up, I've been waiting for you for a long time, why did you come?"

Childish voice, clean and warm.

Mo Wenshuang slowly opened his eyes, the dry scabs on his eyelashes made him extremely uncomfortable, Mo Wenyu was smiling brightly in front of him, his fair cheeks were pink.

"Brother Ah Yu?" He struggled to support half of his body, "You?"

"I've been waiting for you here for 15 years, I miss you so much."

"Ayu! You are the real Ayu! Brother! Brother!" His hand pierced through Mo Wenyu's small body, and tears gathered, "Don't leave me, come with me to the environment I created, okay?" What about father and mother? Let’s go together, go to the realm, be together forever, promise me, promise me!”

"A Shuang," Mo Wenyu said sadly on his small face, "You also know, that is the environment you created. It's all fake, isn't it?"

"No, no! But you are real now, real! Where are your parents? Where are your parents?"

He kept asking the translucent Mo Wenyu.

"On the night of the first seven nights after we died, we gathered our souls for a short period of time. But we can't be too far away from the body, or our souls will fly away. We have been waiting for you and your two brothers to come to the tomb. But... the waiting time is too long. It's been a long time. Every year, we can see the eldest brother and the second brother come to offer incense, but we have never seen you. We heard them talk about you. My parents are so distressed, and I am also very sad."

Mo Wenyu shed two lines of tears that were transparent but disappeared before falling to the ground, "I have waited for many years, a long time. From the mouth of the second brother, we know that you have never thought that we are dead, and you have stubbornly confined yourself stand up."

"I know you won't die, I know I'm not wrong! I see you now! I should have come earlier, earlier, and brought you back."

"A Shuang, we are just images, and we won't last long. Parents are so advanced, and they only lasted for ten years, waiting for you."

Mo Wenshuang shook her head desperately, "No! They haven't disappeared!"

"For the remaining five years, I am so lonely, but I believe that I will be able to wait for you. I am about to disappear, and I am very happy. When I bid farewell to this world forever, I really saw you."

"no no no!!!"

"A Shuang, when you fainted just now, I went to your realm. I saw another me, another father, and mother. They... are your demons... Do you understand? How could we curse you, Punish you? We won't blame you. You are my good brother, very good brother, you know?"

"Ayu... Seriously, you never blame me?" Mo Wenshuang's heart, which had been raped thousands of times, seemed to be stitching together bit by bit, and he looked at Mo Wenyu expectantly.Some can't believe it.

"I can't speak by nature. But in your environment, the other I scolded you so badly. In fact, it's your own heart that constantly feels guilty and self-blame, and the embarrassing words that come out of illusion are you who are blaming you myself. And I, never will.”

It was only then that Mo Wenshuang realized that the person who had been talking to him had never moved his mouth, and all the voices came from the heart-to-heart connection between Mo Wenyu and him.

"Brother Ah Yu..." He clawed at the floor in pain, his nails were broken, and the white flesh rolled up.He had no more blood to shed.

"Why don't you blame me! You scold me! Scold me!"

Mo Wenyu burst into tears, his pure and thorough eyes darkened for a moment, and he really cursed, "Mo Wenshuang, you are a fool! What can't you let go? You still have your eldest brother, your second brother, you still have to manage Xianzong! If you are a healthy person, if you don’t do something useful to the world, but tie yourself up every day, is it useful? I don’t like such a younger brother! My younger brother used to be lively and cheerful, They are happy, they can play tricks on people, and they can play pranks!"

The soft and sharp voice pierced Mo Wenshuang's ears, and he cried heartbreakingly, but the tears refused to fall.

"You humiliate yourself like this, do you really miss me? Miss your parents? You make us unable to leave in peace and be human again! What you do is dragging us down, do you know that?"

Mo Wenshuang stared blankly at Mo Wenyu who was about to contort from crying, recalled what she had done in the past 15 years, and trembled all over her body, "I am alone, and I am very afraid... In a flash, you will all be gone, all because of me I ran out to save Meng Qi..."

"What are you afraid of? Eldest brother and second brother are still by your side! Aunt Bai regards you as her own child! What are you afraid of? Mo Wenshuang, it is elder brother who is sorry for you. Before I was alive, I kept stopping you from getting close to elder brother and second brother. I dominate you domineeringly, as long as you are with me, I purposely get angry with them with a cold face, because the person I'm afraid of is me! It's me!"

Mo Wenyu broke down a few pounds, "Of the four of us, only I was born with a disability! When standing in front of the disciples of Xianzong, did you see them laughing at me secretly?"

He raised his ugly arm without a right hand, "Look, he is my mortal wound, and my dumb! I dare not touch anyone other than holding you tightly."

"But... I didn't expect that after I died, you would make such an unreasonable request for me to monopolize you! You stay away from everyone who treats you well! Do you know how much you hurt the hearts of big brother, second brother and Aunt Bai? Brother, I apologize to you. I was wrong when I was alive. In the future, I hope you will open yourself up, make friends, get close to the eldest brother, and have no distance from the second brother. Show respect to Aunt Bai, you know?"

"I've had enough scolding, Ah Shuang, I'm tired of scolding. What about you? Do you understand? From now on, remember, every year on the festival day, come and see me, and my parents. Although, from now on, we are just a pair of Dry bones."

"Ayu...don't don't! I can use spiritual power to help you maintain it. You follow me to the realm! Don't go, don't go!"

"Why do useless things, you have to know how to cherish the people in front of you. Everyone will die, and there will be such a day."

Mo Wenyu's translucent image became shallower and weaker, his voice became weaker and weaker, but his smile became brighter and brighter. That smile, like the sun, gradually overlapped with that of the eight-year-old Luo Zhiyu at that time, with the same brilliance. Clean and pure without any violation.

"Ayu...Alo..."

"He's fine...don't let him down..." Mo Wenyu's last tear disappeared into the air, and a dead silence returned to the tomb!