Cultivation from entry to abandonment

Jiang Fuqing soon received Liu Bu'an's reply. Liu Bu'an was born in a family of medicine, and he has been obsessed with such things since he was a child. When he saw a new symptom, he always had to study it for half a day, and he was very excited.It's just that he has never seen what Jiang Fuqing said, and only read a few words in medical books. He is really not sure, so he can only ask his father for advice.The Willow Valley Master of Lingshu Valley has been obsessed with medical skills for many years, and has no time to care about other things, otherwise he might have cultivated into a real immortal long ago and ascended to the fairy world.

The old valley owner first scolded Liu Bu'an, saying that he ran out without saying hello, and the outsiders coveted their Lingshu Valley very much, and if they were not careful, they would burn themselves.Liu Bu'an said that he must be careful not to let the thieves take advantage of the loopholes, and told him about the "multiple personalities" that Jiang Fuqing said.

The old owner of the valley was amazed, he could not use an exact name to describe this disease, he always called it "soul-leaving disease". At this moment, he felt that it was not appropriate, so he nodded and said, "That's a good name."

So he and Liu Buchen explained for a long time, saying that he had only seen one person with this symptom.Said that the child is usually very gentle and submissive, but in another personality, he is extremely vicious.It's just that the child rarely showed the state of the second personality, so he was not discovered by the people around him.But he saw some clues, but later he was busy researching other diseases, so he returned to the valley, and did not carefully consider the reasons.

Liu Bu'an said to Jiang Fuqing: "The situation you mentioned is mostly due to mental trauma suffered in childhood. In order to avoid this pain, the seeker developed a new personality to share the pain."

Jiang Fuqing said thoughtfully, "Indeed, he seemed to have PTSD yesterday."

Liu Buan asked: "What is that?"

Jiang Fuqing said: "Post-traumatic stress disorder. I have seen it in books. Individuals experience, witness or encounter one or more actual deaths involving themselves or others, or are threatened with death, or are seriously injured. Delayed onset and persistence of mental disorders in individuals following threats to physical or physical integrity."

Liu Bu'an clicked his tongue for a moment: "Which book did you read it from?"

Jiang Fuqing said: "Psychological Counselor (Basic Knowledge)."

Liu Bu'an was taken aback for a moment, then said in silence for a while, "Is there such a book?"

Jiang Fuqing nodded and said: "My hometown has a systematic knowledge system in this area, but I didn't think much about it at the beginning. If I knew I would come here, I would have to learn a few years in advance." Now I can only turn to the you guys.

Liu Buan asked: "Your hometown? Is it far from here?"

Jiang Fuqing nodded and sighed.

Hearing him sigh, Liu Bu'an knew that maybe he didn't want to bring it up again, so he changed the subject again and asked, "Then what happened yesterday?"

Jiang Fuqing said: "He seems to be in love with the scene, reliving the scene of the year."

Liu Bu'an was silent for a while, and said, "I will keep it a secret."

Jiang Fuqing nodded.

Liu Bu'an said: "His red personality should have been created to fight against his childhood experience. So the white personality doesn't remember what happened during that time."

"It's possible." Jiang Fuqing frowned, and said, "But his red personality is very stubborn, so he didn't mention a word."

"Oh." Liu Bu'an also sighed, "Let's proceed step by step."

"It has to be like this."

……

Shang Mingqian returned to the room, rolled up his sleeves, and there was an inch-long wound on his left arm.The healing speed of the body was too fast, and the cut would soon scab over. He flipped his right hand, and the dagger appeared in his hand, and was about to make another cut on his arm.But suddenly there was a feeling of heart palpitations.His head hurt and his eyes turned black. After a while, he couldn't stand upright and fell to the ground. The teacup on the table shattered.

Soon, he got up from the ground again, as if the dizzy fall just now had never happened.His eyes returned to black, and the wound on his arm was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.He looked down at the red clothes on his body, was surprised for a moment, walked to the mirror, and looked at himself steadily.

He obviously looks exactly the same, but he feels that the one in the mirror is not himself.

The man in the mirror was flirtatious, his collar was pulled down, and his sleeves were tightly wrapped, as if he was ready to fight with someone at any time.I didn't care about it before, I just changed the clothes back silently, but now I see God.

After standing in front of the mirror for a while, he walked to the closet, opened the closet, and prepared to pick out his own clothes and put them on.But I saw the few red clothes in the cabinet again.They are placed there abruptly, in the right corner of the cabinet, quiet and noisy.Shang Mingqian tore out all those clothes in disgust, spread them on the ground in a mess, and wanted to burn them clean with a fire.The moment he was about to recite the Huo Jue, he stopped again, shook his head, felt that he was really naive, picked up those clothes again, and threw them in a corner of the room at will.

Shang Mingqian went out from the room and saw the disciples hurrying around, he seemed to be very shy about coming to him, so he grabbed a disciple and asked, "What happened?"

The disciple glanced at him, then lowered his head again, and said, "Why did you ask this question?"

Shang Ming pursed his lips and asked again: "Is there any news about Madam?"

The disciple was very astonished and said, "Didn't you bring Madam back? Now Madam is in his room."

Shang Mingqian was afraid that he would see the clues, so he stopped talking to him, but waved his hand to let him go down, and he returned to the room, looking at the yellow calendar on the table, there were a few old dates on it, and there were still his own notes.But I saw circles drawn with cinnabar pens on the other dates, which was not my own doing.

And it has been more than half a month since the day when he woke up for the last time.

Shang Mingqian suddenly felt a burst of fear, and saw a line of words on the almanac: I don't want to disappear.

Shang Mingqian's hands and feet were numb, and suddenly his heart beat like a drum. He quickly covered his heart with his hands, his thoughts were flying, as if he was in a fog.

It turned out that he hadn't simply gone crazy, or gone crazy, and his temper became surly.

It was true what they said: he was a different man.

They weren't exaggerating, he really was a completely different person.From clothing, to the tone of speech, to the style of behavior, all have changed, and even the spells used and the self-proclaimed ones may be completely different.

It can't be ghosts.

What the hell is wrong with him?

Shang Mingqian just felt creepy.

His body seemed to be inhabited by a monster, and that monster stole everything from him, including time.