Can't stop the medicine

The matter of Ren Xiaoyao and Qingyue beating and killing Shen Qiuliang 'at will' was held up high under the head's advice, and then put down gently.After confirming that the matter was over, Elder Sun handed the [Thunder Sword Technique] to Ren Xiaoyao, and left in a hurry again, not knowing what else to do.

Back in the spacious courtyard, Ren Xiaoyao stretched his waist and walked towards the reclining chair that was swaying in the wind, lazily leaning back into a pool on it.

The wind that was half-heated by the midday sun carried the fresh breath of spiritual grass, caressed the folds of the clothes, the bare/exposed skin, the soft hair ends...

The sun shone on Ren Xiaoyao's face, he squinted his eyes half-closed and yawned, and suddenly said slowly, "I have a hunch..."

"Did you plan all these shitty things today?"

"When those bad old men attacked in the second wave, you didn't let me hide at all."

Qingyue, lying on the rocking chair next to her, clasped her hands on her lower abdomen and basked in the sun with her eyes closed: "Buying Jianya is the latest rise of the nine sects in the Eastern Continent, the most loosely managed sect, and the one that advocates strength the most. Zongmen."

"All those who join Jianjian Cliff, whether they are disciples or elders, will not search for other people's past. As the saying goes: don't ask why you come, don't ask where you go when you go."

"Here...we are not the only ones who have secrets, even the servants of the sect who feed the spirit beasts may have an earth-shattering past."

"Not prying into other people's secrets has become the tacit rule of Zanjianya. I believe everything you want to say; I don't doubt it if you don't want to. This is Zanjianya's way of life. "

"No wonder~~~" Ren Xiaoyao stroked his chin, and said solemnly: "The old men have never doubted the messy life experiences of the two of us~"

"I thought the sect had a special aura, and it would be hard to use your head after staying for a long time!"

"Emotional people are not fools, they just don't want to expose it!"

Qingyue: "..." Otherwise, why do you think I chose to bury Jianya?

Rubbing the slightly itchy nose tip brushed by fallen leaves, Ren Xiaoyao turned to Qingyue and asked, "What about Elder Sun? It's also planned to worship Elder Sun as a teacher, right?"

"Why did you choose him?"

Raising his eyelids and glancing at Ren Xiaoyao, Qingyue elongated his voice and said with deep meaning: "It is very difficult for a person to erase the traces left by him."

"Especially in the case that this person has done many earth-shattering events, even if he changes his identity and lives again, it is inevitable that some clues will be left behind."

"There just happened to be such a person, he was powerful, he had a grudge with the Shen family, and he became the peak master of Buried Sword Cliff."

"OjbK~" The index finger and thumb were clasped into a standard circle, and Ren Xiaoyao made an 'Ok' gesture that is common in the three-dimensional world: "I understand, this buddy from 666 is our cheap master, right?"

"But how do you know these things?" Ren Xiaoyao got up halfway, resting his elbow on the armrest of the recliner and resting his chin with one hand, looking at Qingyue with surprise and admiration: "I feel that you are more aboriginal than the aboriginals here! There is nothing you don't know~"

Qingyue also half propped up her body, and looked at the other party with the same posture as Ren Xiaoyao: "There is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book."

"Damn!" Ren Xiaoyao, who wished to twitch the corners of his mouth to the back of his head, said indignantly, "I'm studying too!"

"Although you forced me to, I read it too! Why don't I know anything?"

Qingyue replied with a smile: "Because you don't use your brain at all when you read."

Well, it's time for Ren Xiaoyao to show his heresy again: "Although I'm uneducated, don't fool me. How can you read without using your brain?"

"Even though I'm bad at geography, politics, and foreign languages, I'm not bad at biology!"

"Cough, cough," cleared his throat, and Qingyue, who sat up straight, put on a lecturing posture: "Come~ Xiaoyao, let me tell you a story!"

"Emperor Liang Yuan Xiao Yi [Note 1] loved painting and writing poems. He was a monarch who devoted himself to literary creation for 10 minutes. He loved reading since he was a child, studied hard, worked hard, and actively collected out-of-print ancient paintings and postcards scattered around the country. There are 14 volumes of ancient and modern books, which have made great contributions to self-cultivation and the progress of world culture. Until Jiangling was besieged..."

"Xiao Yi, who has been going smoothly for most of his life, is wronged, angry, and sad. He doesn't know what he did wrong."

"He didn't think he did anything wrong, and it wasn't wrong for the enemy to have lofty aspirations. So, those books were wrong."

"Xiao Yi said, 'Reading thousands of volumes, I still have today!', which translates to 'After reading and repaying so many books, I have also become this kind of virtue. Reading is really fart/useless!'"

"I don't know if others think so, but Xiao Yi himself thinks he's right! So he set fire to it and burned 14 volumes of books."

"Xiao Yi didn't have the ability of Qin Shihuang to govern the country, but he learned the demeanor of Qin Shihuang's burning books/Confucianism. When the time came to the end of the Ming Dynasty, the great Confucian Wang Chuanshan was very angry at this absurd monarch. He bluntly said that it was not that reading was useless, but Xiao Yi's reading Useless."

"The main reason is that Xiao Yi is useless."

Ren Xiaoyao, who had listened carefully to the whole story, thought it was true and nodded, agreeing: "Well... Wang Chuanshan is right!"

"This Xiao Yi is really useless!"

Staring dumbfoundedly at Ren Xiaoyao, who was seriously criticizing Xiao Yi, Qingyue was speechless: "..." What would you like me to answer?

The topic of reading obviously cannot be continued, and there is no need to continue, anyway, Ren Xiaoyao can't understand it.

Qingyue directly talked about their top priority: "No.1 in the core competition, are you sure to win it?"

"No..." Ren Xiaoyao denied it briskly, shaking his head like a rattle: "Unless you can go to the ring and use it as a portable power bank for me, it's really a bit mysterious."

Qingyue, who already knew the answer to Ren Xiaoyao, tapped the armrest of the recliner with his index finger, pondered for a long time before saying: "I don't seem to have anything to do."

"I'm afraid you'll have to go through it on your own. Isn't this your favorite thing?"

Let it ride:"……"

"The premise of liking recklessness is that I can live recklessly, okay? Recklessness is more than recklessness. Isn't that sending someone's head away?"

Even if Qingyue has an IQ of 660, it is useless when the objective conditions do not allow it.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Qingyue, who seemed determined, said firmly: "At this point, there is only one way out!"

Ren Xiaoyao, who was used to Qingyue always having a way, his eyes lit up, and he answered subconsciously, "What way?"

"To use a common saying in the 21st century - how bold a person is, how productive the land is!" Qingyue said calmly without any guilt: "Time will always be squeezed; strength will always be improved if squeezed." of."

Ren Xiaoyao: "..." I have an ominous premonition.

The scariest thing in the world is not 'I have a premonition', but 'My ominous premonition can always come true'.

The next morning, Ren Xiaoyao, who was dragged out of bed by Qingyue and struck by lightning, was crying out of tune.

Outside the isolated peak, disciples from other peaks couldn't help but stop when they passed by, looking at the lightning and thundering isolated peak, whispering in amazement:

"What? The Lonely Peak was finally struck by lightning?" This is a disciple of Tianxian Peak;

"It's also strange, this thunder doesn't strike anywhere, it specifically strikes isolated peaks? What are you trying to do?" These are pure melon eaters;

"Is someone practicing Thunder Swordsmanship? I heard that there is such a way of cultivation." This is a passerby who has a little understanding;

"Heh~ I'm really practicing swordsmanship, a quick and extreme way of cultivation, I really want to see who is tired of work." This is not too much to watch.

……

No matter how many people outside the isolated peak attracted their attention, Ren Xiaoyao, who was nailed to the top of the peak and was struck by lightning, had no time to care about it.

"Qingqing..." Before Ren Xiaoyao's tears fell from his eyes, they were burned into steam by the lightning that fell from the sky: "Are you going to murder your husband?!"

Qingyue calmly looked at the lightning raging on Ren Xiaoyao, and comforted him perfunctorily: "There is nothing to be afraid of, this kind of lightning will not kill you at all."

"With me here, I can milk you back with the last breath left. Don't worry about being hacked, your strength will come up after you chop."

In fact, this little pain is nothing to Ren Xiaoyao. In his opinion, man-made disasters are much more terrifying than natural disasters.Compared to the taste of every cell being disassembled in the laboratory, being struck by lightning is at best a skin peeling.

What Ren Xiaoyao couldn't bear was that he was so numb that he couldn't feel his limbs at all, and he couldn't even find where his little toe was.This brought back the bad memories of Ren Xiaoyao being tied to the test bench and letting himself be mermaid without the ability to resist.

Opening his mouth again, Ren Xiaoyao opened his mouth because he wanted to struggle a bit—no, to be precise, he didn’t know whether his mouth had grown or not—it was over, he couldn’t find his mouth at all.

At this time, Ren Xiaoyao's whole body was chopped so that it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, not only the electric seedlings began to radiate from the pores, but even some parts began to lose scum.

Qingyue, who finally got satisfactory results, immediately stopped the operation of [Leading Thunder Formation], and transferred [Qingxuan Zhenqi] to Ren Xiaoyao to help him recover.

With Qingyue's large-capacity charging treasure, pieces of old skin that had been burned to black charcoal were peeled off from Ren Xiaoyao's body, revealing a healthy and lustrous strong skin again.The burnt eyelashes and eyebrows also regrown, and the bulb-like scalp also grew a layer of fluffy stubble, which was a bit rough to the touch.

Carefully touching Xiaoyao's brand new skin with his index finger, Qingyue's index finger was immediately entwined with tiny purple lightning bolts.

Qingyue laughed and looked up into Ren Xiaoyao's eyes: "You succeeded..."

The naked Ren Xiaoyao pursed his mouth, looking like he wanted to cry but tried to bear it: "I'm super scared..."

Standing on tiptoe, wrapping hands around Ren Xiaoyao's neck, Qingyue whispered, "I know."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"always there."