Wulin Mysteries

In the morning of the next day, Xiu Yuan was still studying the mental method, but Ping An no longer had nothing to do. He was also practicing according to the secret on the Yunlong Mirror.

Xiu Yuan felt that peace was not easy in the early morning, but now it seems that there is a big reason behind it.

The second to fourth layers of "Minglan Jing" are easier to learn than when you first started, and it only took two days to cultivate the edge, and you can roughly understand it.

Due to the limited time, the mental methods he came into contact with were all shorthand, and he didn't speculate repeatedly, let alone use them more, so even Xiuyuan himself didn't know how powerful it was.

And Pingan even forgot to eat and sleep, Xiuyuan even worried that if he continued like this, not eating or drinking, not only would his body collapse, but even his fever would worsen.So when it's time to eat, I always put things in front of him, wishing I could feed him.

Ping An always looked at Xiu Yuan twice, then obediently took his hand, drank every drop of water, and licked almost all the food.

But his fever, instead of getting better, got worse.

Xiu Yuan had to be hugged by him every night, at first she didn't like him touching her body, but seeing him getting more and more uncomfortable, she had no choice but to touch his chest, waist, abdomen, back and neck, hoping that he would feel better.

The two depended on each other for life, and on the sixth day, when Xiuyuan practiced the mind method to the fifth level, suddenly a puff of energy stagnated in his abdomen, which could not be released no matter what. The result was a crushing defeat. This time, he didn't spit out a mouthful of blood, but the blood that spewed out dripped down his neck.

When Ping An saw her, she immediately dropped the mirror and rushed over.He is young, but he can hug Xiu Yuan, carrying him all the way to the side of the stone bed, his eyes are full of worry.

Seeing him like this, Xiuyuan's heart was soft as hell, and she hurriedly comforted him:

"It's okay, just rest for a while."

How could Ping An be willing to listen to him, and carefully wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and his fingertips were still lingering around his lips and chin, and then listened to the heartbeat in Xiu Yuan's chest, and then got up after making sure there was nothing abnormal He took his clothes and went to the clear water pool.I dipped in water there, wrung it out, hurriedly came to Xiu Yuan's side, wiped his hands and face, including his neck, and there was no more blood stains, and saw that he had calmed down and stopped coughing up blood, so he sat down next to him. Beside him, while rubbing his chest to scare him away, at the same time guarding him, asking him to rest.

I don't know why, this is just a boy who met by chance, Xiu Yuan doesn't even know his origin and life experience at all, and the two of them have only been together for about ten days, but Xiu Yuan feels that there is no one else who makes him so at ease.With peace by his side, he can sleep peacefully and bid farewell to troubles and sorrows for a while.

The house leak happened to rain all night, and at night, Ping'an's fever became really severe.Xiu Yuan was with him these days, and he had never seen Ping An feel so uncomfortable.After soaking in the water for three hours, the skin on his body began to wrinkle, and he hugged Xiu Yuan again, burning in a daze, rubbing and touching him, Xiu Yuan didn't care, even the two of them faced each other naked, In the water, it doesn't work.

Ping An knew that his body was too hot, and it was not the same as usual, so he didn't let Xiu Yuan touch him again.

He was afraid of scalding Xiu Yuan.

Ping An was lying on his side in the bed alone, curled up, and the rising temperature burned him to the core.

In his hazy consciousness, someone turned him over, gently climbed onto the bed, knelt down beside him, first touched his face very gently, extending to his neck, and then seemed to comfort him, holding a shining object in his right hand, neatly With a swipe of the ground, he put his left wrist on the square inch of his face, letting the blood drip down and flow into his mouth drop by drop: "Although I don't know if this will work, you might as well give it a try, my constitution is cold, Maybe the blood can detoxify your heat."

Just in the afternoon, Xiu Yuan was lying on the bed unable to move because of vomiting blood.The place is dark and dark, and they can only live on dry food and water every day. If they don't touch meat for a few days, their physical strength will not be able to keep up.This bloodletting is really a fatal blow to Xiu Yuan.

After Ping An knew what the warm liquid dripping into his mouth was, he turned his head aside, unwilling to drink any more.He felt sorry for Xiu Yuan cutting his hand, but also hated him for hurting himself so casually, so he refused to talk to him, and also meant to let him clean up the wound quickly.

Xiu Yuanbai dripped a few drops of blood on his body, dizzy, he didn't appreciate Ping An, and suddenly became discouraged.He turned Pingan over, the two faced each other, stretched out his hand and slapped him again: "If you refuse to drink, let this blood flow in vain today."

Only then did Ping An open his eyes, eyes full of pain, he held Xiu Yuan's hand, and leaned the wound on his wrist to his lips, and blood slowly flowed into his mouth.

Only then did Xiu Yuan breathe a sigh of relief, and touched Ping An's hairline. Although he was exhausted, he felt much better.

Ping An put his lips on Xiu Yuan's wound, and sealed his acupoints while he was unaware.Xiu Yuan was hugged and lay down by him, lying on his side in peace, picked up his hand, leaned over to lick and kiss, the wound on the palm of the hand has not healed since it scabbed, and now there is another one added.

Xiuyuan has been unconscious since he tapped the Sleeping Point, he bled a lot, he was overworked, and he was overwhelmed with the practice of "Minglan Sutra".

After Ping An drank his blood, the fever in his body really improved a lot, even better than a few days ago.

He hugged Xiu Yuan to himself, as if he couldn't bear to disturb him, but he couldn't help kissing him again and again, touching his fingertips, and stroking his forehead and eyes, until he saw that he was fast asleep, looking like he didn't know anything about human affairs. She smiled, closed her eyes and slept with him.

The next day Ping An did not allow Xiu Yuan to practice, and forced him to rest for half a day.

When he practiced the fifth level again, he still couldn't break through that difficulty, but saw Ping An writing on the ground with broken bricks: "You might as well run in reverse, try it and you'll know."

If you make a wrong step in cultivating the mental method, you will make a wrong step, and you will lose your temper, and you will never be able to recover, let alone retrograde exercise.But after these days, Xiuyuan has already trusted in peace, and only asked: "Why don't you practice the "Minglan Sutra", but practice the martial arts on the mirror?"

Pointing to the scriptures on the wall, Ping An shook his head with a smile. Xiu Yuan understood what he meant. Everyone has a different physique and different martial arts emphasis.Ping An is not suitable for the martial arts in "Ming Lan Jing".

I won't say much about cultivating the edge, according to the formulas in the scriptures and the instructions of Ping An, I will practice my skills retrogradely and fight with my back.

At the same time, Ping An seems to have made great progress.

A few days ago, Xiu Yuan thought that he had no internal energy, but he practiced the secret book in the mirror for the past two days, and Xiu Yuan could feel a mellow internal force surrounding the secret room.Ping'an's fever has also improved greatly, and he did not expect that he used the right method when he was in a hurry to go to the doctor.

Despite this, like a drug addiction that cannot be quit, Ping An still sleeps with Xiu Yuan in his arms every day. Xiu Yuan thinks that his fever has not yet recovered, and he himself has long been used to it, so he hugs him went.