Chapter 15 Do you have anything to say to me?
"Thank you." Song Jinghe hesitated for a moment, then reached out to take the flowers from Fu Ning, with no special expression on his face.
The excited voice of the system resounded in Fu Ning's mind. "Boss! The villain's favorability has increased by twenty points, and the current favorability is thirty!"
Fu Ning was much calmer than it. She had long thought that Song Jinghe's favorability would increase, but she didn't expect it to increase so much.
She said to the system in surprise, "It turns out that Song Jinghe likes people giving him flowers."
System: "I didn't expect that either..."
Holding the flowers, Song Jinghe still brought Fu Ning into the house and insisted on treating her wounds.
Song Jinghe rolled up the sleeve of Fu Ning's left arm, revealing the crooked gauze wrapped around his arm.
Song Jinghe asked: "Is this what you mean by being able to handle it yourself?"
Fu Ning said dissatisfiedly: "What's the problem with this? It's a little ugly, but it works."
"Okay." Song Jinghe didn't want to argue with her on this issue, so he just unwrapped the gauze layer by layer.
Four shocking blood-red scars almost ran across Fu Ning's entire arm.
Song Jinghe frowned, "Was this caught by a tiger?"
Fu Ning raised his eyebrows and said proudly, "It's Lu Wu."
Song Jinghe paused for a moment, "I didn't expect you could defeat Lu Wu."
Fu Ning smiled and said, "There are many things you can't imagine."
She continued, "I heard that Lu Wu came from the world of cultivation. You are also from the world of cultivation. Can you tell me about the world of cultivation? I have never heard you mention it before."
Song Jinghe lowered his eyes and applied medicine to her wound. "What's there to say about the world of cultivation? Life is just like in the human world."
Fu Ning looked at the pile of powder on his arm and felt like laughing. He was clearly feeling upset, but he had to pretend nothing had happened.
In that case, she insisted on asking more questions.
Fu Ning asked again: "When I picked you up, I saw that the fabric of your clothes was very good. You must be the son of a wealthy family in the cultivation world, right? Tell me about your family. Who are your parents? How many brothers and sisters do you have?"
Song Jinghe gently wiped the excess powder off her arm, "My parents are both monks, and I have a younger sister."
"Oh." She knew all of this. Fu Ning nodded and asked, "I heard that wealthy families would arrange marriages. Who did you arrange marriages with in the cultivation world?"
Song Jinghe raised his head and looked at her seriously, "Xiao Shuang, it doesn't matter anymore. It's enough for us to be together now."
Fu Ning blinked her eyes. She had to say that Song Jinghe's face really suited her aesthetic taste. Combined with what he said, it was very heart-warming.
The premise is that he doesn't have a fiancée that he is obsessed with.
She asked, "Xiao Jing, when your leg injury is healed and your spiritual energy is restored, will you return to the cultivation world?"
Song Jinghe asked her back: "Do you want to go to the cultivation world?"
Fu Ning nodded as a matter of course, "I want to go and take a look."
"Okay." Song Jinghe wrapped her with gauze, making her look neat and pretty. He rarely took the initiative to hold Fu Ning's hand, "When my injury is healed, we will go to the cultivation world together."
"Yes." Fu Ning nodded heavily, "Let's go together."
Song Jinghe looked at the solemn face in front of him, his eyes like black grapes staring at him, as if he was the only one in his heart and eyes.
He no longer thought this woman was ugly, and she was even more pleasing to the eye than those unknown people from the past few days.
It’s a pity that there is no such day. After he recovers, that will be the day when this woman dies.
Fu Ning thought of something else, "I need you to protect me when I take the Spirit Cleansing Pill, is that okay?"
"Okay." Song Jinghe nodded in agreement. This woman was so suicidal that she might die earlier than he expected.
Next, Fu Ning retreated for ten days and refined many pills. Finally, she refined a fifth-grade cleansing spirit pill.
The pill in her hand was glowing with golden light. This pill might be able to help her wash away one or two attributes of her spiritual roots and transform them into true spiritual roots.
If she becomes a true spiritual root, it will be no problem for her to cultivate all the way to the Golden Core Stage.
But if that fails...
Fu Ning remembered that there was a cultivator with natural spiritual roots who had remained in the Cave Void Stage for three hundred years and asked her for a fairy-grade Soul Cleansing Pill. She was reluctant to take on this task, as everyone knew that the Soul Cleansing Pill was extremely risky. However, the price offered by the cultivator was so good that Fu Ning still refined one for him.
As a result, the monk stabbed his own dantian with a knife and died after taking the pill. His family even came to her house and asked her for compensation. Fortunately, the monk left a letter saying that he took the pill voluntarily and it had nothing to do with the Immortal Lord. This calmed the storm. From then on, Fu Ning never refined the Spirit Cleansing Pill for anyone again.
Recalling this past event reminded Fu Ning that she should also make a will.
The last time she died, she still had the Soul Gathering Lamp to preserve her soul. If she died again, she would really disappear from this world.
Song Jinghe wheeled in and saw Fu Ning staring at a pill. He asked again, "Do you really want to take it?"
Fu Ning nodded and handed him a cloth bag. "Xiao Jing, if I die, you give the five Qi-boosting pills in the bag to the fat county magistrate, and keep the other five for your leg treatment. As for the remaining Qi-gathering pills, give fifty to the people in the village, and sell the remaining fifty to the owner of the drugstore. Finally, I'd like to trouble you to bury my body in Yanshan, and help me say sorry to Acai, mother, and sisters that Xiaoshuang can no longer accompany them."
"No more?" Song Jinghe asked.
Fu Ning thought about it carefully. Xiao Sanhua and Xiao Bai were both taken care of by Ah Cai, but Xiao Ya was taken away by Ah Cai two hundred miles away and no one was taking care of him. "Also... I brought back a Lu Wu when I was picking spiritual herbs. It's now in Yanshan. If you return to the cultivation world, can you take it with you?"
Song Jinghe raised his eyebrows, "You are quite capable, you can actually tame Lu Wu."
He suppressed his annoyance. The woman said a lot, but not a single word was what he wanted to hear.
Song Jinghe asked: "What about me?"
"Ah?" Fu Ning tilted his head, not understanding what he meant.
Song Jinghe turned his eyes away, "Do you have anything else to say to me?"
"Ah!" Fu Ning suddenly remembered and said sincerely, "Xiao Jing wishes you a speedy recovery and return to the world of cultivation to be your young master."
This was clearly what he had always hoped for, but for some reason, it made him feel uncomfortable when it came from this woman's mouth.
He turned his wheelchair and faced away from Fu Ning. "I'll be guarding you outside."
The door was closed by Song Jinghe. Fu Ning sat cross-legged on the bed and swallowed the Spirit Cleansing Pill with water without hesitation.
Fu Ning didn't feel anything after taking the pill. She was even in the mood to call the system to chat with her, but she didn't know what the system was doing today and it ignored her.
After about half an incense stick of time, Fu Ning began to feel severe pain in her dantian, as if something was rampaging in her dantian.
Fine beads of sweat oozed out of her forehead, and she quickly circulated her spiritual power to try to calm the pain.
It would have been fine if she hadn't activated her spiritual power. After activating it, the troublesome thing in her dantian traveled throughout her meridians, and she felt excruciating pain in every part of her body.
She bit her lips hard but still cried out in pain. She had never felt such pain in her entire life.
The continuous pain hit every part of her body. She could hardly control herself from scratching her whole body, trying to pull out the mischief inside her body.
She clutched the bed sheet tightly, controlling her hands. Her eyes gradually became blurred and her consciousness became muddled. She vaguely understood why the monk stabbed her dantian with a knife. He must have felt more pain than she did.
Fu Ning gradually felt herself drifting away, and she saw the peach blossoms in full bloom in the garden.
She blinked. This is... their yard?
Her brother pulled her up.
When she looked down, she saw a large scratch on her soft arm and burst into tears.
The brother anxiously tried to coax her for a long time but to no avail, so he hurriedly called his father.
The father squatted down and said to her gently: "Afu, do you know when a person is considered alive?
She stopped crying and her eyes widened.
Her father tapped her nose and said, "People are alive only when they have feelings."
The father asked again: "Guess when people start to die?"
Fu Ning answered quickly, "I know! When I lost my senses!"
My father smiled and nodded, "You have to know that pain is proof that you are alive."
At that time, little Funing nodded, not quite understanding.
Fu Ning suddenly opened her eyes and felt a chill on her face. It turned out that she had been crying without realizing it.
The severe pain all over his body did not subside at all. Fu Ning bit his lip and tasted blood.
She had clearly felt the powerlessness of gradually losing all consciousness, and was now feeling the most unbearable pain she had ever experienced.
A fighting spirit suddenly ignited in her heart. The more intense the pain, the more it proved that she was still alive.
How many people in the world can die and come back to life like her?
Song Jinghe was reading in the yard when he heard a hoarse cry of pain coming from the house. The sound continued for a while and then became silent.
He weighed the cloth bag in his hand, his eyes gloomy, thinking that the woman couldn't be really dead.
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Ermao entered the yard and saw Song Jinghe and asked in surprise, "Sir, why are you sitting in the yard reading a book?"
He made a silent expression, "Xiao Shuang is refining the elixir, I will help her guard outside."
Ermao nodded and prepared to go into the kitchen.
Song Jinghe asked casually, "Where's Damao? Why didn't she come back with you?"
"Oh no." Ermao sighed, "Two immortals from the cultivation world came to visit today, and Damao was asked to help."
Song Jinghe put down the book and asked, "You mean the cultivators from the cultivation world?"
Ermao nodded, with two small tufts of hair swaying on his head. "Yes, there are two monks, one male and one female, both of them are very beautiful. It is said that they are here to look for someone. They came once before, but probably didn't get anything. Now they are here again, and the master is receiving them."
Song Jinghe heard the sound of his own heart beating violently. If he was a cultivator from the world of cultivation, perhaps he could take him back to that world!
He quickly asked, "Ermao, where are they now?"
"In the main hall." Ermao saw Song Jinghe wheeling out of the yard and called out behind him, "Sir, aren't you going to stay with Madam Fu?"
"Please help me keep an eye on it." Song Jinghe left a word and rushed to the main hall.
Ermao didn't understand, shook his head and walked into the kitchen.
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Cultivation level: Qi training → foundation building → consecration → golden elixir → Nascent Soul → spirit transformation → cave void → Mahayana → tribulation
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