Chapter 64 64 What are the signs that anxiety is turning red in the body?

The first year of the spiritual recovery, July 15, 17:09, Jinwuyuan Kitchen.

Wen Qingsheng is cutting potatoes carefully.

The half month he spent in Jinwuyuan was very fulfilling, and reminded him of his life in senior high school. At that time, he had endless exercises to do and books to read every day, and his only goal was to improve his grades.

It's similar now, but the goal has changed from improving scores to becoming stronger. Every day there is endless sword practice, endless meditation and endless books to read.

Well, although his and Gu Minghui's training directions are both practical, in order to become independent members of the Executive Department of the Alien Bureau, or independent practitioners who make a living by taking on missions, there is still a lot of knowledge that needs to be memorized, such as the identification of wild spiritual plants and the judgment of the level of evil spirits...

...Is something blurry?

"Gu Minghui! The pot! It's burnt!" Wen Qingsheng quickly rushed to the stove and turned off the fire.

Mingqi-kun and Bai Xian-senpai were not often at home, so they gave the group some food allowance and let the four of them take care of their own meals every day.

In fact, the money given is quite a lot, Wen Qingsheng thought. It's just that the Bird Tribe has a taboo against eating poultry, so they can't cook chicken soup or order fried chicken, which is a bit troublesome.

Ning Changkong had originally planned to let the four of them order takeout, but he didn't expect that Gu Minghui used to cook for his parents at home every day and had honed his cooking skills.

Xiao Gu has now become the head chef of Jin Wu Yuan. Instead, Ning Changkong and Bai Xian will report to him when they want to eat at home and ask him to cook two more dishes.

After hearing what Wen Qingsheng said, Chef Gu, who was standing in front of the pot, suddenly woke up from his dream and hurriedly tried to save the burnt dish.

Wen Qingsheng helped him clean up, muttering, "What are you thinking about? Are you distracted?"

"I didn't think about anything..." Gu Minghui stared at the food in the pot, his hands moving non-stop, "I didn't think about..."

Wen Qingsheng was washing his hands while thinking about his casual tone. Was he not satisfied with his defeat in the morning practice? Was he too tired from the training? Was his practice not going well in the afternoon?

His hand movements paused.

I seemed to hear him talking on the phone with his family yesterday... Could it be that he was missing home?

The first year of the spiritual energy recovery, July 15, 20:16, Jinwuyuan Corridor.

"Su Yunyao."

The little fox controlled herself and did not subconsciously twitch her ears. She turned around calmly and said, "What's the matter, Gu Minghui?"

Gu Minghui rubbed his face absentmindedly and said hesitantly: "Well... I want to ask, has Mingqi-kun returned? I heard footsteps."

He pointed behind her and said, "I think I saw you coming out of the master bedroom? Is Senior Ning there?"

Yes, I just came out after delivering the medicine.

Su Yunyao carefully considered his words: "The teacher is in the bedroom, but he is going to rest. Do you have anything to ask him? If it's not urgent, let's talk about it tomorrow."

"Thank you. I..." Gu Minghui's eyes flickered, and he finally made up his mind, "...I'll just ask you one question, right away. Thank you for telling me."

Su Yunyao looked at his hurried back and decided to add something to his observation log.

The first year of the spiritual recovery, July 15, 20:11, Jinwuyuan·Master Bedroom.

"I told you that you can't endure this... How can you bear such fatigue..." Bai Xian's reproachful voice was still lingering in his ears, but Ning Changkong had no time to pay attention.

His stomach was empty, so why was he still vomiting? He was almost unable to stay awake due to the dizziness and his confused thoughts kept ruminating on this question.

The world in his sight and perception began to spin, as if he was sitting on a boat swaying in the wind and waves. However, even if he could regain his balance, his completely exhausted body would not allow him to sit still, and he could only rely on Bai Xian to hold him up so that he would not fall off the bed.

When Ning Changkong came to his senses, he was already drenched in cold sweat, and his pajamas were stuck to his body with sweat. The sweet taste of the honey water that Bai Xian had forced into his mouth still lingered, mixed with the sour and bitter taste after vomiting, which was very strange.

Bai Xian held the cup and continued to give him honey water: "You take a rest first, and go to sleep after taking the medicine. I'm giving those kids a day off, you have to rest well, otherwise your body won't be able to take it."

The reputation of Phoenix as a radical reformer attracted many young monsters who volunteered to join the group. Ning Changkong spent a lot of time selecting and training these monsters, hoping that they would promote the modernization of the monster race and contribute to his "victory after death."

At the same time, he couldn't just ignore the formation cracking of the "Shen Ge", he had to continue to run the intelligence network of the Soul Guardian Division, and he also had to worry about the education of his four children at home... Ning Changkong was still having difficulty breathing because of his chest tightness. He took a deep breath with great effort to calm his irregular heartbeat.

Bai Xianzheng held his back with one hand, and his warm internal energy continued to flow in, trying to relieve his discomfort, but it was obviously a drop in the bucket.

When did the red light on my body start to flash? Ning Changkong thought vaguely. Was it when I started to have ringing in my ears while talking to Shenge this morning? Or was it when I suddenly had palpitations while handling the affairs of the demon tribe yesterday?

But that doesn't matter, he thought.

He is a fast-traveler who has been resurrected from the dead, and his only duty is to help save the world. His personal sacrifice is a cost-free business, and he only seeks to calculate carefully in exchange for the greatest benefit.

In other words, the only purpose of maintaining his physical condition is to keep his mind clear, ensure his mobility and combat effectiveness, and ensure that he can respond to emergencies at any time.

"I think you need to adjust your mindset." Chu Qingge interrupted, "Excessive dedication and excessive work are meaninglessly shortening your available time. We need to replan our strategy."

The core contradiction to be grasped is to find the boss and fight the boss. If we use an analogy, when an abnormal tsunami comes, they should directly pull out the troublemaker sea god and beat him up, instead of sending back the small fish washed ashore by the waves one by one.

"That's the problem! Damn it... Skynet and the Soul Guardian's intelligence networks are collecting intelligence, so why can't I find any signs of villain action?" Ning Changkong retorted irritably.

Chu Qingge calmly revealed the truth: "You don't want to hold on any longer."

"...try it and feel so uncomfortable that you can't eat during the day and so painful that you can't sleep at night, you won't want to continue." Ning Changkong muttered softly.

Chu Qingge glanced at the pain value curve in the backstage and sighed.

It’s still the same sentence: Lin Jinsong’s body, which is almost devoid of vitality, has no hope of recovering. Now he is relying on the power of the phoenix to stay alive. Every day he lives is a day he earns.

The persistent pain in the body could be numbed by work, but when the task was hopeless, enduring the pain seemed meaningless.

Ning Changkong muttered: "Besides, I still don't understand the goal of this mission."

Ah, maybe the unclear mission objectives are also a problem. Qi Lingbai unconsciously spun in front of the computer screen. The world will fell into a deep sleep and could not provide any information. The term "saving the world" was too broad.

After all, why does the world need to be saved? There are only a few world crises that can cause the collapse of the entire plane. Most so-called "world-destroying crises" have a destructive power no greater than that of a solar system.

Even if it goes beyond a solar system, so what? Even if the universe begins to collapse into two dimensions with the solar system as the center and the speed of light as the collapse speed, the world is still here.

The Tao Te Ching says: "Heaven and earth have no benevolence, and treat all things as straw dogs." The growth and destruction of all things are manifestations of natural laws.

According to some extreme fast-travelers, the fast-travel bureau should not accept commissions issued by the world's will unless there are signs of the world's collapse.

Speaking of the world's will...

Chu Qingge continued, "After all, the world's will is always biased. As far as we can see now, it is always right to prioritize protecting humans."

World will is an invisible force that transcends individual consciousness and influences or drives the entire world and the historical process. It is a manifestation of the absolute spirit.

The world will that has been realized through the development of history and that is willing to seek help from the fast-forward game for its established goals naturally cannot treat all things equally.

“Heaven and earth are the parents of all things, and man is the spirit of all things.”[1] The will of the world always favors man.

Otherwise, more than 70% of species disappeared in the Cretaceous-Paleogene mass extinction. Isn't this a "world-destroying crisis"? And we haven't seen any dinosaur travelers travel back to "save the world".

The first article in the Quick Traveler's Manual states: When we talk about "saving the world", we are always talking about "saving the human world".

Ning Changkong's body felt cold. He swallowed the medicine brought by Bai Xian with difficulty, held rock sugar in his mouth, closed his eyes and regulated his breathing.

As his sugar intake increased, Ning Changkong's emotions gradually calmed down. He sorted out his thoughts: "Sitting back and waiting for the other party to make a move is still too passive. I still need to make more inferences based on the current information, and then take the initiative to test the hypothesis..."

Chu Qingge sighed: "You should take a rest first, otherwise your body will really collapse."

"I'm sorry." Ning Changkong said embarrassedly, "I'm a little too anxious. I will consider how to reduce the workload... but the research and development of spiritual weapons on the 'Shenge' side must continue, and I don't have a good idea of ​​how to activate the formation of the Dragon Abyss Illusion. I——"

"Knock knock", there was a knock on the door.

This is the problem caused by a bad condition, or Murphy's Law: the worse your condition, the more likely you are to encounter things that consume your physical energy.

Ning Changkong, half leaning on the bed, put down his hand that was rubbing his temples and pulled stiffly twice at the outer robe scattered on the bed, but failed to move it.

Bai Xian, with a frown on his face, couldn't bear to watch any more, so he took up his clothes and put them on him: "I'll send them away, you continue to rest."

If only it were that easy to get rid of. Ning Changkong sighed tiredly and sat up straighter.

After spending so much time on the sets of the ancient world, I find it a little strange to meet people with dishevelled hair and a unkempt appearance.

Gu Minghui, who was standing at the door, didn't expect that it was Bai Xian who opened the door. He was stunned for a moment before speaking: "Senior Bai, I have something to ask Mingqi-kun..."

Bai Xian said calmly, "The young master has already gone to bed. If you have anything to ask, please ask me tomorrow."

"But..." The lights in the bedroom were still on. Bai Xian was standing in front of the door in a long robe with wide sleeves. Although it blocked a lot of sight, Gu Minghui tried hard to look past the people and into the room, and he could still see the figure sitting on the bed.

Ning Changkong's hoarse voice rang out: "Gu Minghui, if you don't ask clearly today, can you still concentrate on practicing tomorrow?"

Gu Minghui's shoulders slumped and he said honestly, "No."

Phoenix's voice was low but smiling: "Then ask."

Gu Minghui blurted out: "I want to ask about Yinglong."