So What If You've Been Reborn?

The soul of an immortal monk is very fragile once it loses its original protection.

This kind of fragility does not mean being easily injured, but being more sensitive to external stimuli.

The soul is the root of immortals, and if they lose their soul, they are walking corpses, no different from puppets made of magical instruments. In the world of greed, anger, infatuation, and anger, the fairy world is full of voices. I can't get up, my realm is regressed, and my cultivation base is sharply reduced. It's a trivial matter, and I'm most afraid of being born with a demon from then on.

What Chen Ho felt now was a strong strangeness.

The soul is protected by the senior brother, and the whole body is comfortable. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is at ease. At this time, he should be immersed in his mind, feel with the Qingyuan Earth Vessel, and realize it in meditation——Similar things, he did not know how many times in Liuyan Mountain Back, but this time there is no way to gather my mind, and I forget about things.

"Brother..."

Chen Ho thought it was because Shi Feng's spirit protected him too tightly.

"You relax a little bit."

Shi Feng paused, and retreated a little distance as he said.

An embarrassing thing happened to Chen He. When Shi Feng retreated, his soul lingered on Shi Feng reluctantly, even clinging to him tightly.

The soul is the root of the immortal monk. As the saying goes, the heart moves at will, and it is fine if it suddenly does not obey. If the soul makes such an action, it is easy to be suspected as the master of the soul.

Chen He was extremely embarrassed, with his withdrawn temper, and he didn't know how to tell, so he could only try his best to control his spirit and back away.

Shenhun was very reluctant, and was dragged back by Chen He inch by inch, even a part of it was dragged back, and he still clung to Shi Feng and refused to leave.

Just when Chen He's expression became more distorted and he was about to turn into anger, Shi Feng comforted him in a low voice: "Your spirit and soul are injured, and the same origin exercises can help you heal. What you're doing now must be instinctive, so you don't need to worry about it."

These words have said everything Chen He wanted to say and what he hadn't thought of.

Chen He's heart relaxed, he didn't concentrate on procrastinating, and his spirit immediately bounced back to stick to Shi Feng's.

"..."

It's really not a big deal when the matter is out of the way, Chen Ho felt uncomfortable instead.

He closed his eyes and looked inside, what his eyes saw was what his soul saw. Seeing "myself" clinging to his senior brother with such a shameless face, Chen He felt that he was about to lose all face in his life.

If you want to withdraw your soul, the coolness of ironing posts is like a tide, and it shakes Chen He's mind bit by bit.

If it hadn't been for years of hard work and determination, Chen Ho would have suspected that he would have been addicted to it now, letting Shi Feng's spirit lead him around, and he wouldn't know anything.

It stands to reason that such a situation should have made Chen He vigilant long ago, suspecting some conspiracy in his heart.

——It is the worst thing for the soul to be controlled by others.

But this connection between soul and soul is too deep.

Originally, it was just relaxed and comfortable, but as the two phases approached, part of the divine sense had already begun to merge, without any hindrance.

This feeling is very strange, like stepping into soft shoes of appropriate size and size, and drinking a cup of your favorite aged wine, hot or cold, with the right taste. It may not be the best, but it must be the most suitable for you.

This natural fit made Chen He dizzy, and at the same time, his doubts deepened.

There are no two people in the world with exactly the same appearance (even if they are twin brothers, monks can see many subtle differences), let alone souls.

so fit...

This made Chen Ho not to think too much, and it was impossible.

Homologous exercises?Blood relatives?The superposition of the two phases, such a result?

Chen He didn't have time to continue to wonder, the soul moved to the Qingyuan land vein, and the endless river, felt very unhappy when he felt the two souls who were cultivating with Huo Ling.

Shui Lingmai was aggressive and wanted to throw the "uninvited guest" out.

Shi Feng was not in a hurry or annoyed, he took advantage of the situation to avoid it, and the Shui Lingmai was chasing after him, so he had no interest - it was just the breath of the fire spirit, not the Earthfire pulse that came to compete with it.

Then we will look at the foundation of the Beixuan secret method.

If you practice well, Shui Lingmai will take care of it. If you don't have a deep understanding, it's like people and birds who can't communicate. How can they take a second look?

Shui Lingmai is not gentle.

Wanting to get close to it, but it has the fire spirit's breath that annoys it, Shui Lingmai unceremoniously suppresses the power of the fire spirit, showing extreme contempt: within its territory, even fire must be trapped.

Most of Chen He's current strength came from the cultivation of Liuyan Mountain's veins, and his foundation was not as strong as Shi Feng's, so he felt a burst of fatigue at first.

He tried his best to concentrate on comprehension.

However, after a few breaths, Chen He fell asleep.

The soul floated unconsciously, leaning against Shi Feng, unsuspecting.

Shi Feng guided his soul back to the center of Chen He's eyebrows slowly, and by the way, he branched out and followed into the altar of the Zifu - the inside was empty, and there was no trace of mirage beads.

Shi Feng opened his eyes, walked to Chen He's side, and took his junior into his arms.

The original sitting posture was a bit inconvenient now, Chen Ho couldn't sit firmly in front of Shi Feng, and stayed completely surrounded by Shi Feng's figure.

Shi Feng felt amused, and lightly pinched the bridge of his junior's nose:

"I'll keep this in mind."

Lift Chen He's right hand and touch it to his palm.

Enduring the loss of true vitality, he quickly checked Chen He's meridians - something Shi Feng dared not do when his junior was awake.

Chen Ho's spirit was like being tricked out by him.

In the eyes of immortals, spiritual energy probes the meridians and even the brain area, which is equivalent to taboo. Those who are willing to accept this kind of probe must have given their wholehearted trust, or they can't refuse the other party and can only do so.

Forgetting everything about his junior, who is not so familiar with him yet, of course Shi Feng would not make a request to embarrass Chen Ho.

After being separated for so many years, Shi Feng's state of mind is far better than before, only when his junior brother is half leaning in his arms at this moment, delusions will quietly breed.

Only when the eyes are closed, the young man's face that has faded from heroism is more like Chen He who called his senior brother back then, no longer staring coldly at the surroundings with sharp and vigilant eyes.

Shi Feng was relieved by the lingering doubts in his younger brother's eyes when he looked at him (it's normal for his younger brother not to remember, and it's good to make him feel familiar), but he was also very impatient with these doubts.

400 years.

The years he spent with his junior brother, calculated carefully, are pitifully few.

Only in Heiyuan Valley for more than ten years, the small courtyard in the west city of Yuzhou, the last place to live, there are more demon cultivators.

Chen He's tightly pursed lips unknowingly loosened while he was asleep. Without such a strong line, his face immediately softened.

In the Black Abyss Valley, the young man who was sitting on the Tangli tree, covering his cheek and yelling why he only had one dimple, seemed to be like this in a blink of an eye.

Shi Feng placed his palm between Chen He's eyebrows, smoothing his slightly frowning brows.

So on this familiar yet unfamiliar face, there was only a deep tiredness left.

As if sensing this closeness, Chen He moved subconsciously, leaning against Shi Feng's chest, and fell asleep again.

Shi Feng trembled slightly.

At the same time, his true energy had detected the old injury on the back of Chen Ho's head.

It's not serious, but because the aura of the whole body is of the same origin as the spirit of fire, the place injured by the fire in the stone is also considered to be "no different", and it will not heal for many years.

Shi Feng subdued Mu Zhonghuo, and his true essence was completely integrated with the fire spirit, so he couldn't help his junior.

I hope that through this Qingyuan Mountain Valley——

Shi Feng sighed and withdrew his true essence.

In the valley, the aura is used a little less, and if you want to recover, you can only climb up the cliff.

***

Chen He didn't wake up until the tenth day.

Opening his eyes, he stared dazedly at the stone roof and the long black hair hanging in front of his eyes.

Reach out and grab it, it's very cool and smooth.

It's just that Chen He is no different from when he was young, the hair held by his palm is a bit more...

After being disturbed like this, Shi Feng also woke up from his meditation and looked down at him.

"Extend the neck to show off the beauty, revealing the quality." Chen He blurted out.

"..."

Shi Feng raised his eyebrows.

Oh, today is Luoshenfu.

Shi Feng thought that Chen Ho would cover his mouth belatedly, and then annoyed why he said this, and pushed himself away in a panic, and when he walked away far away, Chen Ho looked at him blankly.

After talking frivolously, it's gone?

This made Shi Feng, who was waiting to watch the excitement, call in a low voice in doubt: "Chen He?"

"Brother."

Chen He replied cautiously.

His demeanor was a bit unusual, his eyes were clear, curious, and well-behaved.

"You are my senior brother?"

"..."

No, even if the younger brother loses his memory, he still doesn't look like this. There is a bit of fear and uneasiness in this kind of rules.

Sure enough, Chen He's next sentence shattered Shi Feng's luck.

"Brother, where is the grasshopper I caught? Where is the pond?"

"...all here." Shi Feng said these two words with difficulty, and immediately asked, "Junior brother, how old are you this year?"

Chen He tilted his head, stretched out his fingers, and calculated carefully.

Shi Feng's heart sank heavily, he didn't need Chen He to answer, he already knew the answer.

"It seems... three years old." Chen He frowned.

There is actually a "like"!Shi Feng didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

"Obviously I shouldn't be at this age." Chen He looked at his hands, and opened his sleeves out of curiosity. After tossing for a while, he lost interest and grabbed Shi Feng's robe corner, "Brother, I'm hungry. "

"You, you shouldn't be hungry."

Cultivator bigu, not to mention immortals.

Faced with Shi Feng's "ruthless" reminder, Chen He touched his stomach with his hand and said in a daze, "It seems that there is nothing, but shouldn't there be something to eat when you get up in the morning?"

"..."

A moment later, the confused Nan Hongzi was dragged here by his apprentice.

"Is Qingyuan Shanshui Lingmai too overbearing?" Shi Feng asked eagerly.

How many times in the past 300 years has Chen He lost his memory, and he can still be his alchemist. When he came here to forcefully suppress his spiritual energy with water spiritual veins, he went back to being three years old.

Nan Hongzi also looked solemn after hearing this.

Looking at the little apprentice sitting there obediently, he stretched out his hand to feel his pulse.

Chen Ho resisted for a while, and looked at Shi Feng as if asking for help: "Senior brother?"

Shi Feng immediately took him into his arms, turned his head to his chest, and threw one arm out to Nan Hongzi to continue his diagnosis and treatment.

Nan Hongzi: ...

After consuming a lot of spiritual energy, Nan Hongzi waved his hands in relief: "It's okay, this is a sign of improvement. The water spirit vein is eliminating the breath of fire in the stone at the wound, and this is why this happens."

Shi Feng also guessed that the mirage pearl was in Chen He's fairy core.

But a junior who has lost his memory can still practice dual cultivation, but a junior who thinks he is only three years old can't... Uh!

Nan Hongzi obviously thought of this too, gloating: "Shi Feng, don't be like this, maybe it will be fine when the little apprentice wakes up from sleep again! By the way, tell me about Chen He's waking up in detail, See if there is any difference."

After Shi Feng finished speaking, Nan Hongzi laughed suddenly:

"You, you mean, the little apprentice doesn't remember anything, and the first thing he said when he woke up was to tease you?"