Chapter 117

Chu Jinglan's worries were not without reason.

During the third century after his separation from Xiao Mo, when he was over 200 years old, the passing of time and endless waiting consumed his spirit, and darkness grew most severely.

When I was three hundred years old, I was numb most of the time, and unconscious part of the time, and I used cultivation to fight against it; but when I was over two hundred years old, I was in a daze most of the time, so crazy that it was scary.

It was also the beginning of the final battle between humans and demons, a time when malice and killing were at their worst. At over 200 years old, I was willing to let it go, feeling like I might as well just destroy everything and go crazy.

Xiao Mo was also mentally prepared, but it was obviously very difficult.

When Xiao Mo's room was sinking into the sea of ​​consciousness, Chu Jinglan heard someone visiting and talking in the yard.

The person who came was Wang Yichen, who knew their identities.

Wang Yichen himself did not participate in the escort of Fen Xiu, but Jinxiu Pavilion provided manpower and a lot of treasures and medicines. He went to do other things. This time he came to Yaori Sect to participate in the contract between the later human cultivators and the demons, and to bring something to Chu Jinglan.

"Ninth-grade Concentrating Spirit Pill." Wang Yichen pushed the box to Chu Jinglan, "I've been nurturing it for many years, and it's finally usable."

The Ningshen Pill is different from other pills. After it is refined, it needs to be nurtured. To nurture the pill, one must be in a blessed land and use some precious medicines. It is time-consuming and laborious. It is not easy to get a high-quality finished product.

Chu Jinglan tested the quality of the pill and nodded: "What do you want to exchange it for?"

Wang Yichen waved his fan and said, "I've already said that you are my family's benefactor, so just accept it. What else do you want to exchange for it?"

When Chu Jinglan brought the Golden Silk Diagram out of the Nine Secret Pagoda, the Wang family regarded him as a benefactor, and Wang Yichen also wanted to make friends with him. Naturally, they did not charge Chu Jinglan for the gift.

But Chu Jinglan took out a talisman from his storage container: "The Concentration Pill is too expensive. This one can resist three fatal attacks from a peak Mahayana master."

The talisman was made by Chu Jinglan himself. After thinking about it, Wang Yichen decided to accept it.

"I originally thought that the Concentrating Mind Pill would only be a temporary solution for you." Wang Yichen put away the things, his eyes swept across Chu Jinglan's face, and said with a smile, "Now it seems that your mental illness is recovering, which is a good thing."

The Mind-Concentrating Pill can heal some of the damage to the mind, but it cannot prevent the mind from continuing to collapse.

The so-called essence, energy and spirit may sound mysterious, but they are visible to the naked eye in appearance. Chu Jinglan's state was clearly relaxing. The warm sun was shining on the top of the mountain, and the snow became much softer.

Chu Jinglan nodded.

Wang Yichen thought that this was a good time to drink, but there were people waiting in the house, so it was not appropriate, so he stood up and said goodbye.

Chu Jinglan swallowed the pill, and the medicinal power needed to be digested slowly. Just as he walked to the door, his expression suddenly changed. He pushed the door open abruptly and rushed into the room quickly.

Xiao Mo had just come out of the sea of ​​consciousness, but unlike before, he looked tired. He pressed his brows and found that there was a light cup blocking his way in front of him. He knew that Chu Jinglan had come, so he put his hand down and tried to pretend that nothing had happened.

But after the fragments of consciousness were successfully recovered, Chu Jinglan knew everything that happened, so how could he hide it?

Xiao Mo just successfully picked up the consciousness of a person who was over two hundred years old, but his own consciousness was almost damaged and his mental energy was greatly consumed. It was indeed not easy.

Chu Jinglan frowned and handed a bottle of liquid medicine to Xiao Mo's lips. Xiao Mo drank it from his hand and blinked: "It's okay, just a little more tired than before."

Chu Jinglan was speechless. Xiao Mo thought for a moment, then lay down obediently and pulled up the quilt: "Really, you'll be fine after a nap."

Chu Jinglan's expression was still tense. He had digested all the memories of his newly returned consciousness. His brows were furrowed and he couldn't untie them for a long time. Xiao Mo had no choice but to reach out and smooth away the deep scar between his brows.

Chu Jinglan pushed his hand back into the quilt: "You rest first."

Although Xiao Mo was very tired, he was in a good mood. There were not many fragments of Chu Jinglan's consciousness sunk deep in the sea of ​​consciousness, which meant that Chu Jinglan's consciousness would recover soon and would no longer be out of control from time to time. So he was not frightened at all by what happened just now. After all, to him, that was also Chu Jinglan.

He is very generous, but Chu Jinglan himself doesn't think so.

The scene just now flashed through Chu Jinglan's mind. If there was something in his hand, it would have been crushed into powder.

As his consciousness returned and merged with the fragments that had once split off, he regained the feeling he had in his twenties and reconciled with his one-hundred-year-old self, leaving only his two-hundred-year-old self.

Just thinking about it, I feel that I was quite disgusting at that time.

Chu Jinglan pondered and activated the power of the Mind-Concentrating Pill.

When Xiao Mo woke up, Chu Jinglan was meditating. There was a special spiritual aura lingering around his body, which was light brown in color. According to the Five Elements, it should be the effect of medicine.

Xiao Mo took another bottle of spiritual liquid, and his consciousness was completely restored. He was in excellent spirits and was able to enter Chu Jinglan's sea of ​​consciousness again.

However, Chu Jinglan had probably taken drugs to treat his mental disorder, so it was not convenient for him to dive into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness at this time. Time could not be wasted, so he practiced his own techniques and waited for Chu Jinglan to wake up.

Xiao Mo took out a handwritten booklet. This set of music cultivation method was what he had figured out and it was the method that best suited him. However, he would have to write while practicing it later because there was still room for further improvement.

Xiao Mo held the flute and played it lightly. The aqua-blue spiritual power lightly surrounded him. Xiao Mo was so focused that he didn't notice when Chu Jinglan restrained his spiritual energy, opened his eyes, and listened quietly to the tune he played.

Because he still had to figure out his skills, he would pause after playing a few phrases, letting his spiritual power flow smoothly before continuing. Even so, it still sounded very nice. I'm afraid no one would believe that he was a genius who could make the birds fly away from the mountains with just one tune.

Xiao Mo practiced absorbedly for a long time. When he came back to his senses, Chu Jinglan had already placed the food on the table.

Xiao Mo stood up and stretched his waist: "Are you awake? Did you take any medicine to treat your consciousness just now?"

"Yes." Chu Jinglan motioned him to come over and eat first. "Spirit Concentration Pill, I melted the remaining fragments together."

Xiao Mo was stunned for a moment, then immediately became overjoyed: "Then there is only one fragment left! Quick, I'll go get it out now!"

Xiao Mo originally thought that he might not be able to completely cure Chu Jinglan before the Tianyuan Secret Realm was opened. The two hundred-year-old fragment was indeed quite strenuous, but now there was only one left. He felt that he could do it and immediately restore Chu Jinglan's consciousness to a complete state!

Chu Jinglan handed him the chopsticks and said, "No hurry, eat first."

The delicious meal rarely lost its appeal to Xiao Mo, but Chu Jinglan held the chopsticks firmly in his hand, determined to put eating first. Xiao Mo could not refuse his kindness, so he took the chopsticks and carefully looked at the dishes on the table.

After he had tasted the cooking skills of the Yuri Sect, he could order dishes according to their recipes. All the dishes Chu Jinglan brought were his favorites.

Since we have decided to eat first, we can’t eat without tasting the food, which would be a big disappointment. Xiao Mo ordered some food for Chu Jinglan and himself: “This meal is to celebrate your recovery in advance.”

Chu Jinglan heard this and poured a glass of wine for himself and Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo understood, picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Chu Jinglan's. The bell rang crisply, and they raised their glasses to celebrate.

The wine was quite strong, Xiao Mo could not let it affect his performance, he had to stay sober, so he only drank one glass. After having enough wine and food, Xiao Mo put down his chopsticks, not wanting to delay at all: "Okay, come on."

Chu Jinglan thought for a moment, took out the Dongqing Pearl that he had kept close to his body in his sleeve pocket recently, and put it into Xiao Mo's arms: "Use the Dongqing Pearl to protect your consciousness."

The Dong Qing Pearl was nurtured by Xiao Mo's water-attributed spiritual power, and now it also carried the temperature of Chu Jinglan, making it warm. Xiao Mo suspended it in the air in front of him, drawing in a trace of its aura. This battle would be a tough one, so it was better to be prepared.

Xiao Mo sank deep into Chu Jinglan's sea of ​​consciousness and reached the last fragment of consciousness.

...It's more difficult than I imagined.

Xiao Mo's hands and feet were tied, and he lay on the bed, thinking silently.

This is the Du'e Sect. He is lying in a familiar room. Yes, it is the room that Chu Jinglan prepared for him. If there is any difference, it is that the light of the confinement magic circle is very bright. His limbs are tied with iron chains. The chains on his feet are longer and he can still move, but his hands are suspended in the air and can only shake slightly. There is no room for big movement.

The immortal in front of him, who was over two hundred years old, didn't listen to anyone at all. Compared with him, the previous consciousness was much easier to communicate.

Xiao Mo tried to struggle: "Chu Jinglan... um!"

Chu Xianzun actually took out a ribbon, wrapped it around Xiao Mo's lips, tied a knot behind his head, and sealed Xiao Mo's mouth.

Xiao Mo: “…”

Chu Xianzun: "I don't believe you."

So don't say anything, I'll get what I want myself, because only what I get in my hands is real.

Chu Xianzun bit Xiao Mo's lips through the silk. It wasn't a kiss, it was really a bite. At the same time, his hand didn't stop and pressed on Xiao Mo's belt.

There was no tenderness in his movements. There was no such thing as taking off the clothes. Xiao Mo heard the sound of clothes being torn.

Xiao Mo's legs shrank, and the chains on his ankles made a crisp sound. Chu Jinglan's eyes became more sinister: "Want to escape?"

Xiao Mo sighed in his heart, unable to speak, and could only shake his head.

He really didn't want to escape, it was just... a little stimulating, and his body had some subconscious reactions, and the muscle spasms were not something he could control.

It seems that this spirit will have to wait until he finishes what he wants to do most before he will have the chance to speak human language.

I haven’t tried this kind of thing on Chu Jinglan himself, but it’s obvious that this unconscious immortal won’t feel any mercy on others, so he probably won’t feel good later.

Xiao Mo could feel the pain from being pinched on his waist, and he estimated that the handprints were already very clear.

Chu Xianzun's hands were very cold. Xiao Mo's body tensed up and he pulled the chain upwards. His mouth was sealed and the muffled groans fell into his throat. Only his increasingly unstable breathing was left between his nostrils. He trembled and just closed his eyes when he found that the hands had stopped.

Then there was a "bang" sound, and the chains on his hands and feet broke with a sudden movement. Xiao Mo's upper body fell down, but he did not fall into the bedding, but fell backwards into someone's arms.

A very familiar, warm embrace.

Xiao Mo:?

He opened his eyes blankly, and saw Chu Xianzun in front of him staring in disbelief, and then cold anger spurted out, and he slapped the person behind Xiao Mo with a palm.

The man did not dodge or evade. He held Xiao Mo with one hand and raised his palm to confront Chu Xianzun.

Xiao Mo slowly turned his head and saw that the person hugging him was... Chu Jinglan.

What's going on? There's only one fragment left, so how come there are two Chu Jinglans?

No, wait, this Chu Jinglan’s aura… is my real self!

Chu Jinglan separated a strand of his consciousness and sank into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The depths of the sea of ​​consciousness had become a horrible grave because of the fragments of his violent anger. It was difficult for him to reach this place with his own clear mind. But now it was different. Xiao Mo had cleaned this place up, turning the dead land into living water. With Xiao Mo as the guide, Chu Jinglan could also come in.

He followed his perception of Xiao Mo and came to this unfamiliar depth of the sea of ​​knowledge. It took him some time. If he had come later, this person would have been to Xiao Mo——

His hands and feet were chained, his mouth was gagged, and his open clothes were covered in bruises.

Chu Xianzun was extremely angry, and Chu Jinglan also had a gloomy and cold expression on his face.

Chu Xianzun said coldly: "Seeking death."

He didn't care why this person looked like him and had the same spiritual power as him, he just knew that he had touched Xiao Mo, damn it.

Chu Jinglan's expression turned even colder: "Get lost."

A mere strand of consciousness that is bound by resentment and obsession dares to be so presumptuous.

The two people's spiritual powers collided wildly, but Xiao Mo, who was close at hand, was not hurt at all. Xiao Mo hurriedly took off the ribbon on his mouth: "Wait a minute!"

Chu Jinglan noticed Xiao Mo's situation and put him down. He and the 200-year-old Chu Xianzun exerted their strength at the same time and the two retreated.

Chu Jinglan: "Go out and fight."

Chu Xianzun glanced at Xiao Mo and said, "Okay, I'll kill you first."

The author has something to say:

Mini-theater:

Chu Xianzun: My

Chu Jinglan: My

Xiao Mo (This is how you play, right): Stop fighting, both of you are mine