Cultivation from entry to abandonment

It was already the morning of the second day, and Shang Mingqian hadn't slept all night, although he was sleepy and drowsy due to blood loss.But he was also worried that he would fall ill again after falling asleep, so he made a pendant with blood beads overnight and planned to give it to Jiang Fuqing the next day.

After all, Jiang Fuqing came out from under the table. It was dawn outside, and he was sleepless all night. His mind was in a daze thinking about all the things that happened in the past, ruminating uncontrollably.

At this moment, a sudden knock on the door was heard.

Jiang Fuqing was a little scared and didn't dare to go out to open the door, and then Shang Mingqian's voice sounded outside the door, saying, "I put the food by the door. Remember to eat."

Then the sound disappeared again.

Jiang Fuqing hesitated for a while, then went to open the door, but there was no one outside the door, only a lunch box basket was placed, so Jiang Fuqing carried the basket into the room.Open the basket, there are soup, vegetables and snacks inside.There is also a small wooden box next to it. Inside the box is a string of pendants, blood red, which looks very delicate.

That thing seems to be able to soothe people's hearts. Once I got it, I felt stable, and the worries in my heart eased a little.After so many repetitions, Jiang Fuqing probably understood that Shang Mingqian in a normal state can only cook, and only use some gadgets to coax him.And Shang Mingqian during the outbreak was an out-and-out lunatic.

What the hell is wrong with him?

Jiang Fuqing had no time to think about it.Although he also thought that Shang Mingqian had a brain problem, but he couldn't take care of himself, and when he had a fit, it really tormented him enough.His mind is not strong, it is not easy to digest his own emotions, where is the extra strength to mediate Shang Mingqian's psychological problems?

They were like two wounded patients, tormenting each other, and turning their heads to comfort each other.

I am afraid that I will end up on a stranger's road.

Jiang Fuqing sighed and muttered to himself, "Shang Mingqian, which one is the real you?"

He was just talking to himself, momentarily confused.But Shang Mingqian didn't go far, he was relieved when he saw Jiang Fuqing opened the door and carried the food basket in.He has excellent hearing, so when he heard Jiang Fuqing's insipid question, his heart felt a slight pain as if being pricked by a needle.For a while, it was unclear whether it was the knife wound that was not healed, or the emotional distress.

After Jiang Fuqing uttered this sentence, he really had mixed feelings, so he decided to put on the string of pendants carefully.Then he picked up the bowls and chopsticks and started to eat, and found that the food tasted very good, and some tears filled his eyes, and then he couldn't help but smile slightly.

I'm afraid that if this continues, Shang Mingqian's illness will not recover, and he will go crazy with him.

He shook his head, not knowing how long he could maintain this state of mind.

In the past few days, Shang Mingqian would deliver meals to him on time, but they just put them at the door and didn't come in.Jiang Fuqing thought it was funny that he was so timid.So I finally stopped him one time and said, "Aren't you coming in?"

Shang Mingqian wanted to go in, but he shook his head again and said, "No need. That's right—" He flipped his palm, and a jade sword that was one inch wide and one foot long appeared in his palm.Shang Mingqian handed him the hilt of the sword and said, "Your physique is weak. This sword is light and flexible. You can use it for self-defense. Here it is for you."

Rather than a sword, its size is about the size of a dagger.Jiang Fuqing pulled the blade away, and found two words engraved on the spine of the sword: Bird Peck.Jiang Fuqing said: "This sword is exquisite, like a bird pecking at it."

Shang Mingqian explained: "This sword was forged by myself. There are formations engraved on it. Although it looks small and exquisite, it has a wind blade when it is struck. It is very fierce and needs to be handled with care."

"Really?" Jiang Fuqing was a little curious, stepped out of the door, and slashed at a stone in the courtyard.Suddenly a gust of wind blew away, and with a howl, the stone was instantly split in two, and the rolling sand and gravel flew.But Jiang Fuqing didn't use much effort, just lightly, speechless for a while, "Is this too labor-saving?"

Standing beside him, Shang Mingqian gave another warning, saying: "This sword should be taken out at a critical moment, so that it can protect you well."

Jiang Fuqing nodded, naturally knowing this truth.What a surprise.

Seeing that he seemed to like this sword very much, he also bent his lips.Only then did Jiang Fuqing realize that under the sun, Shang Mingqian's face seemed pale and bloodless, the corners of his lips were also white, and his energy was not as strong as usual, he seemed a little sick.

Jiang Fuqing looked at him for a long time and asked, "Are you sick?"

Shang Mingqian was afraid that he would see the clue, so he just nodded and said, "I feel cold recently."

What he said was of course to fool Jiang Fuqing, no one in this manor knew that Shang Mingqian's cultivation was superb and his physique was also unusual, so naturally it was impossible to catch some cold easily.Only Jiang Fuqing was ignorant of world affairs and could not tell that Shang Mingqian was lying, so he just nodded without asking further questions.

Shang Mingqian gave him some nourishing elixir, he was frightened and his physique was not good at all, if he got sick, he would suffer again.Jiang Fuqing also accepted it, and took a piece of qi-tonifying ginseng under his tongue every day. Although the effect was not fast, he felt a little better, and he also became interested in medical skills. Knowing that he was interested, Shang Mingqian He sent some medical books for him to read.

That day Shang Mingqian was reading in the study room, it was already evening, and the cool wind came in through the window, blowing the scrolls on the table, Shang Mingqian picked up the small-leaf red sandalwood ruler and rearranged the pages .Suddenly, I smelled a fragrance, which came with the wind, like the smell of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Just as he was thinking this way, he suddenly noticed a trace of abnormal spiritual power fluctuations, as if foreign enemies had invaded.He hurriedly went to get the sword on the table, but felt that the tip of his tongue was slightly numb, and then from his fingertips to the outside of his arm, he began to feel numb, unable to use any strength.poisonous?

Realizing this, he quickly mobilized his spiritual power to resist the poison, and then saw a flash of water in the space in front of him, and a man in black appeared out of thin air, holding a dagger in his hand, and raised his hand to attack Shang Mingqian .Shang Mingqian swung his sword to block it, and there was a sound of "exhort" when the weapons collided.

The wind blade blew past and whirled around in the room. The man in black probably didn't expect him to be so hard to beat after being poisoned. hair strands.Shang Mingqian tried his best to hold on, but at this time the poison broke out, his footsteps became weak, the edge of the sword in his hand was deflected a little, he was stabbed in the shoulder by the man's dagger, and blood gushed out.

He gritted his teeth to hold back the pain, stuck one piece on the ground, supported his body, raised his eyes, and glared: "Why did you put me to death?"

Probably seeing that he was exhausted and unable to resist, the black-clothed assassin also became rampant, and said with a smile: "You killed me, the head of Lihuo Church, this is the retribution you deserve."

He really couldn't remember when he offended the Lihuo Cultists again, he guessed it was a good thing he did when he was sick again, and now he was seeking revenge again.This kind of thing happened endlessly, and he didn't know when it was a head, and he was used to it, so he could only sigh to himself.