"For a dying man, you're almost risking your life. Brother Changming, you're so confused!"
Suddenly, an old voice was heard outside the house. The tone was urgent and angry. Xiang Sheng could hear it clearly even in the house without any effort.
As the old man finished speaking, the young man's voice rang out.
"Grandpa Priest, it's only been an hour since I tore off the talisman and put it back on. It's okay.
"The lady in white in the room did fall out of the crack. I didn't lie. Is she...really beyond saving?"
The old man sighed and said, “You are standing at the bottom of the cliff, how can you know whether she came out from the crevice or fell from the cliff and just avoided the crevice and fell into the water?
Moreover, the negative energy in her body spread throughout her body, and blood vessels appeared on her neck. She probably wouldn't wake up. In two or three days, she would turn into a demon.
She's dressed elegantly, so she must have some skills. If you don't want to cause trouble for the village, send her away immediately!"
After these words, there was a long silence outside the house.
Xiang Sheng thought the boy would agree, but after a moment of silence, the boy's tone became more resolute:
"Grandpa Priest, I still have a few Liuyun Pills. If I give them to her, can they help her live a few more days?"
The old man gasped, "Brother Changming, it would be fine if you didn't eat the Liuyun Pill, but you actually gave it to a mortal outsider. You are really crazy!"
"I'm not crazy."
The boy's voice deepened, "I was just thinking, if my sister were in danger out there, it would be great if someone could find her and save her like I did..."
After these words were spoken, the outside of the house fell into silence again.
After a long while, the old man sighed and said, "Forget it. As long as it doesn't threaten the safety of the village, you can do whatever you want with it."
"Don't worry, Grandpa Priest, I have stored a lot of food and will not burden the village.
If she really starts to deteriorate, I will take her out of the village immediately."
The old man sighed again: "You should take care of yourself and stop messing around."
The young man laughed: "I know, I still have to wait for my sister to come back, how could I easily ask for death?"
The old man patted the boy's shoulder and said, "Tomorrow the village will go hunting. You can come with us."
After all, there is an adult lying in the room. We can't let Changming, a young boy, support two mouths by himself.
"good!"
The dark and thin young man nodded in agreement. After watching the old priest leave, he turned and went into the kitchen. After a while, he brought out a bowl of bacon porridge.
He walked carefully to the door of the inner room and suddenly felt something was wrong. When he looked up, he saw the woman in white who should have been unconscious sitting on the bed, looking at him with a smile.
The boy was stunned and frightened, his grip loosened and the bowl of porridge fell to the ground with a "bang".
The young man woke up immediately, squatted down with a painful look on his face and was about to pick up the broken bowl, but he saw that the pieces of the bowl on the ground suddenly floated in the air and glued together again as if time had gone backwards.
The bacon porridge that fell into the dust also returned to the bowl, then flew away from his sight and landed in the hands of the woman in white.
Seeing such a magical scene happening before his eyes, the young man was greatly shocked. His eyes widened and he stood there like a sculpture, not saying a word for a long time.
After three days of sleep, Xiang Sheng's hands had regained some strength. He scooped up a spoonful of porridge, tasted it, and smiled slightly: "It tastes good."
The woman's voice was as clear and pleasant as the sound of a spring.
The dark and thin young man came to his senses, walked to the bed in three or two steps, sorted out his confused thoughts, and finally stammered out a sentence:
"Just now...what was that?"
"You mean this bowl of porridge?"
Xiang Sheng smiled with a smile on his face: "What's cooking in here is not just bacon, but also a token of our love. It would be a shame to waste it like this."
The dark and thin boy blushed when he heard that, but luckily his skin was too dark so the blush was not obvious.
"You...you are a cultivator?" he asked bluntly.
Xiang Sheng nodded and asked with a smile, "Is your last name Gong?"
The dark and thin boy was shocked: "How did you know?"
He has never mentioned his last name from last night until now.
Xiang Sheng didn't answer his question, but only praised: "Gong Changming, what a good name."
If her guess was correct, the bandaged man named Gong who entered the Hunyuan Secret Realm was the boy's missing sister.
Although she had seen and had contact with him, she didn't say much, so as not to give the boy hope and then disappoint him.
Gong Changming didn't dwell too much on the name.
He knew very little about those who practiced cultivation, and only thought that his name was calculated by them using some magical means.
After all, if even time travel can happen, what else is there that cannot be understood?
After calming down, Gong Changming felt a little bolder when he saw Xiang Sheng's kind attitude. He reached out and carefully grasped the edge of the porridge bowl, asking, "Your hand is injured. Can I...can I feed you?"
Xiang Sheng let go of the bowl of porridge and chuckled, "I'm full, you eat."
With her level of cultivation, she had naturally practiced fasting for a long time. She ate these two bites just to taste the flavor and to get a feel of the young man's intentions.
"Are you full already?"
Gong Changming looked at the bowl with half of the porridge still in it, with a hesitant look on his face, thinking to himself, are all practitioners' appetites so small?
"Eat now, or the porridge will get cold." Xiang Sheng urged.
Gong Changming had been busy all night and felt gloomy. When he heard the priest say that he had saved a dying man, he lost his appetite even more.
At this moment, seeing the person he saved wake up, and he was a cultivator with powerful skills, he was in a very good mood, but suddenly felt extremely hungry.
The aroma of meat wafted into his nose, and when he heard the urging again, he immediately stopped hesitating and drank the whole bowl of porridge in one gulp.
Bang!
After putting down the bowl of porridge, Gong Changming suddenly heard a crisp clicking sound.
He turned around and saw that Xiang Sheng had broken his left arm bone with his right hand, and he only felt a phantom pain in his left hand.
Noticing his gaze, Xiang Sheng raised his head and smiled, explaining in a gentle voice, "The bone has grown crooked, and needs to be straightened and regrown."
Gong Changming suddenly realized and frowned: "Doesn't it hurt?"
Xiang Sheng was stunned for a moment, with a smile in his eyes: "It doesn't hurt."
She mobilized her physical strength to speed up recovery, and soon her left hand was able to move again. Then she broke her right hand with a "click".
Gong Changming was familiar with it the first time, so he didn't feel any discomfort this time.
He ran out and quickly washed the dishes. Returning to the bed, he finally spoke out the thought that had been lingering in his mind for a long time:
"The priest said that there is too much Yin energy in your body and you can't wake up."
He stared at Xiang Sheng, his pair of black and white eyes filled with hope: "I heard that you cultivators have ways to eliminate the negative energy in your body. Now that you wake up, will everything be fine?"
Xiang Sheng nodded with a smile: "Do you want to try it?"
Gong Changming was stunned: "Try what?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand was grabbed by Xiang Sheng. Then he felt a burning sensation in his palm, and a hot breath penetrated into his skin through his palm and spread throughout his body.
A warmth that had never been felt before gradually rose from the cold limbs.
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