Chapter 412 The difference between high and low emotional intelligence
Losing too much blood is still very harmful.
The harm lies in the three bowls of tonic soup every day and the endless strange medicinal baths.
The former is the work of Jiang Liang, and the latter is the true teaching that Xia Tianwu learned from Granny Ma.
Lin Du sat in Xia Tianwu's bamboo building, holding a bowl of tonic soup, and his blood color did not return, and he was almost sent away.
Ni Jinxuan placed a plate of special natural materials and treasures to replenish blood and vitality dumplings in front of Lin Du, "Little Master! Medicinal food! Delicious!"
Lin Du forced a smile, looked down at the dumplings that were obviously irregular, with strange gray and purple stripes of different sizes, and tried to figure out the words.
"Did you make it yourself? It looks really... special."
Ni Jinxuan's eyes sparkled, and she took out a string of notes, which were densely written with many names of medicines, "Right! I asked Second Senior Sister, she said that these are all good for you."
Lin Du's expression was complicated, "Then you added them all in?"
Ni Jinxuan nodded vigorously, "Yes!"
"There are more than thirty kinds..." Lin Du decided to name it Shiquan Dabu Pills. Other names were not worthy of this thing. Under Ni Jinxuan's expectant gaze, she passed one to Hou Cang, "Senior Brother, you go first. You are so badly injured, eat something good." Hou Cang looked
down at the dumpling that was obviously not mixed evenly and had too many colors. He was hesitant to speak, but it seemed that this was made by the little nephew himself, it would be inappropriate not to eat it. He took it silently and stuffed it into his mouth.
I thought that no matter how bad it tasted, it would be better than the wo wo tou I ate when I was a slave. But for a moment, there were only four words in Hou Cang's mind, "waste of nature's resources".
It's not that it tastes bad, but it's too messy, making it impossible to distinguish the main signals for a moment, and the brain completely crashes.
After the battle in the Far North, the fallen angels were completely destroyed, and the evil demons occupying that area were also swallowed by "their own people" in the battle.
But it's not just Lin Du who was really injured, but also a resentful senior brother who was forced to drink medicine with her, and the three little ones. Not only
do you have to drink medicine and bandage, but you also have to sit in a row and listen to Cangli's music to make up for the damage to your soul.
Fortunately, this time it was a zither, not a suona.
Lin Du lay very peacefully.
She felt balanced because she suffered with Hou Cang.
Wushang Sect fell into a brief period of peace. The noisiest disciples were recuperating, and the rest went to the border of Zhongzhou to sweep away evil spirits.
That day, Lin Du climbed out of the chaotic medicinal bath on time. As soon as he changed his clothes in the steam, he met Hou Cang's hesitant eyes.
Lin Du adjusted the hair crown casually, "It's your turn."
Hou Cang crossed his arms, "Wake up, I've been cured three days ago. Now you're the only one who can't give up treatment,"
Lin Du screamed, "Then why are you here? To see how excited I am?"
Hou Cang shook her head, looking solemn, "When the fallen angel disappeared that day, did you hear his last words?"
Lin Du indeed didn't hear it. She had endured so many rules of heaven, and her body contained the mountains, seas, the world, and by the time the mountains and rivers in her body collapsed, she had lost all her five senses.
That day, she was first absorbed by the spirit, and then she took on the "divine power" with her mortal body. Every part of her body was overloaded, and she couldn't think too much because of the heavy blood loss. After she came back, her consciousness and body collapsed. Now she is a pure waste, unable to use her spiritual power and consciousness. As soon as she thinks, the rules will backfire, which hurts a lot, so she has never had a chance to review.
"In the end, the fallen god said that you spent a lot of effort and gave up most of your life to barely deal with just a few fragments of the fallen god. You will never know how huge and powerful the real gods are."
Lin Du frowned slightly when he heard this, enduring a little dull pain in the divine palace, "Have you told your master?"
He shook his head, "Not yet, I want to talk to you first."
"After all, I want to say that I will report everything in detail, but I don't understand why I saw the disappearance of my master. Maybe the fallen angel deliberately confuses my mind."
Lin Du looked at his face, which had long since returned to its former appearance of a cold moon on a mountain, and inexplicably read a sentence, "No matter how many schemes you have, if you can't figure it out, there will be no harm."
Lin Du suddenly doubted why Cang was so stubborn in his previous life?
Sometimes a low IQ and a lack of a mouth will cause 90% misunderstanding.
Lin Du stood lazily and leaned casually on the nearest bamboo couch, lowering his eyes to think.
Sometimes things don't need to be reasoned directly.
In the previous life, under the instigation of the fallen angel, he offered sacrifices to the sky in the rapids, but Cang was defeated.
The purpose of the Fallen Angel is to offer sacrifice to Lin Tuan, not Hou Cang's sacrifice to the heaven.
The Fallen Angel's target is Lin Tuan, but what is there in Lin Tuan that is worthy of the Fallen Angel's plot?
The problem lies in the formation, the formation that transforms the Heavenly Dao Sacrifice.
Lin Du frowned. It was a pity that she had never seen that formation, otherwise she would be able to figure out what the formation is and what its purpose is. What
she cares about is not the look of Lin Tuan dissipating in the eyes of the Fallen Angel, but the future result of Lin Tuan's sacrifice to the heaven.
Hou Cang was able to come up with her at the first time instead of hiding it in his heart, which is also considered progress.
Lin Du insisted on not beating around the bush with a fool, and went straight to the point, "Brother, let's put this aside, have you ever thought about offering sacrifices to the heavens?" Hou
Cang was stunned for a moment, "When you were in the underworld..."
Lin Du closed his eyes, "The seal of the source of the demonic energy should be broken soon, and in four years, the group of people who were killed back then will be born in large numbers.
Within five hundred years, the resources will be exhausted because they will not have time to circulate." "So someone must offer sacrifices, right?" Hou Cang interrupted her.
Lin Du nodded and shook his head, "Maybe there is a better way, but I didn't think of it."
Both of them fell into a brief silence.
When Wei Zhi came to look for someone, he inexplicably found himself on the top of a lonely peak. He saw these two extremely lonely figures. Just by looking at the backs of their heads, he could feel the faint resentment emanating from them. The two groups, one blue and one white, seemed to be sighing.
"Sad~" Lin Du sighed.
"Sad~" Hou Cang shook his head.
"Something?" Wei Zhi thought it was funny. Lin Du was fine, but Hou Cang was older than him, so why was he playing with a child?
The two squatting men were startled by the wine bottle in front of them, and stood up very neatly with their waists, followed by an elbow strike.
Wei Zhi quickly retreated, moving half a hill in an instant, holding the wine bottle with a smile on his face, but he looked unkind.
"It's rare to see you two staying together quietly without sparring."
His voice was gentle, without any anger.
Lin Du looked very sorry, "I'm sorry, Master, I didn't know you were here." Wei
Zhi didn't even move his eyebrows, it was a lie.
With Lin Du's intelligence and consciousness, would he not notice his approach?
It was just that there was a possibility of Hou Cang.
"It's okay." Wei Zhi's tone was calm and gentle, with a perfect smile, "I came to comfort you."
Lin Du was very regretful, "I'm still taking medicine."
"No conflict, it's brewed with the best spiritual fruit and added with nectar. A pot is worth a million in Yunmo Luo, and a small bottle can cure a person with congenital deficiencies."
Lin Du commented sincerely, "You look like a salesman."
Wei Zhi was still laughing, "I'm not, I picked the most expensive one, of course I have to emphasize it."
"You took this," Lin Du pondered the meaning, "did you take it without asking?"
Then he reacted slowly, "Wei Zhi, it turns out that all the things you brought to Master for so many years were stolen from the Tantric Buddhism!"
Lin Du sighed, look, the difference between high emotional intelligence and low emotional intelligence is so big.