Chapter 55: Cards everywhere
Lian Chengyue and Jixianfeng, the two poisoned disciples, lived in the same courtyard. His room was on the edge, facing the lush grass and singing birds in the backyard. The door is half-covered with newly-cut willow branches.
Ning Mingmei came in amidst the willows and flowers. Shiqi and Xiaoshui were standing by the little boy's bed, taking care of him one by one.
Seeing him come in, both of them stood up.
"Master."
"Immortal."
Ning Mingmei nodded: "How is he?"
"It's still burning. It's been on and off for several days." Seventeen said, "Master, I think he still needs the antidote to be cured."
Alternatively, send him back to Qingji Sect and ask Master Zhang Feng to treat him.
In fact, Seventeen thought the same. This child is pretty and well-behaved, so it wouldn’t be too much of a cost to bring him back to Qingji Sect to save his life.
Then send him to someone's house at the foot of the mountain. If this child has a destiny to become an immortal, in a few years, he can return to Qingji Sect and become an outer disciple.
"Okay, got it, you guys go down." Ning Mingmei stopped in front of the child's bed, "Let me take a look."
Seventeen took Xiaoshui's clothes and led her downstairs.
The girl asked, "Your Excellency, have you come here to find a cure?"
Seventeen said: "Maybe. If Master transfers some of his true energy to your friend..."
It’s a real profit! Make a lot of money!
As a disciple of Piaomiao Peak, he has been a disciple for decades, but has never received any true energy from his master!
The girl was also touched: "How generous of you, Immortal!"
…
Inside the door.
Ning Mingmei used his true Qi to close the doors and windows: "Okay, now that all the people who are in the way have left, we can start."
system:……
Is this what a human being would say?
Ning Mingmei pulled the bamboo curtain covering the window halfway down, allowing half of the light to pass through the window lattice, reflecting the branches of the willow tree on the little boy's pale face.
Like long cold snakes.
The little boy had a fever, but his cheeks were extremely pale, with a bluish tint and no blood color visible.
Even when he was lying on the hospital bed, dying, his posture was not very childlike - tense and stiff, as if he had to follow some kind of "adult elegant etiquette" even when he was asleep.
But the roughness revealed by pain and the hands grabbing the mattress made this scene the most childlike of him.
It's not the hypocrisy of pretending to be an adult, nor is it the greasyness of pretending to be a child.
——Even if he was an old demon from ten thousand years ago who had taken over someone else's body, has he now grown up a little bit like a child without any memories?
Despite this, he is still born hypocritical, cruel and good at taking advantage.
The system then looked at Ning Mingmei, vaguely expecting Ning Mingmei to be moved.
Although it sucks blood, it finally brought Ning Mingmai to see people!
...Then I saw Ning Mingmei calmly preparing experimental equipment.
System: Absolutely amazing.
——Wait, when was that needle-like thing here invented?
Ning Mingmei: "Do you think I can suck it with my mouth? Of course I will use a syringe."
He expelled all the air from the syringe, and after analyzing Lian Chengyue's vital signs, he decided to draw out 200 milliliters first - just enough for twenty days.
In order to draw blood, he sat on the bed, lowered his body, and moved closer to Lian Chengyue.
The little boy closed his eyes, but his eyeballs kept trembling under his eyelids, as if he was having a horrible dream from which he could not wake up. His lips trembled slightly, as if he was mumbling something.
Ning Ming has a heart as hard as stone. He pushed aside the hair on the man's neck and searched for a vein.
When he got close enough, he finally heard Lian Chengyue's voice.
Even in his dream, he kept his words very low, as if he would never allow anyone to hear them.
"...No, you can't see me. Don't try to...control me..."
"...Don't... imprison me... Don't... stop here."
"The sky... let me see the sky..."
"Don't treat me like a stupid kid who can be dominated by others!"
Suddenly, Lian Chengyue's body bounced. He closed his eyes tightly, as if he was extremely emotional.
"Kill me! Kill me if you can! If you can't kill me, I will kill you sooner or later! Everyone!"
After saying this, he tilted his head and fainted again.
Ning Mingmei finally put down his hand, which was always trying to teach him.
If it weren't for the fact that this would affect the already poor blood quality, Ning Mingmei would have done it long ago.
Ning Mingmei: "Is this kid pretending?"
Although his spiritual sense detected it, Lian Chengyue did not wake up.
System: “No.”
Ning Mingmei: "Hmm?"
The system said: "I really didn't lie to you about this answer: this is indeed Lian Chengyue's dream talk... what am I looking at? Tempering one's mind and will in nightmares is also a necessary practice for the male protagonist."
So it comes from the heart.
Ning Mingmei: "Really? Then this nightmare must be really painful for him."
The sunlight shone on Lian Chengyue's forehead and neck, revealing dense beads of sweat. Ning Mingmei reached out and wiped the sweat off his neck.
"Now we can see the location of the blood vessels clearly," he said.
The system was shocked: "You!"
"I don't want to be dominated either." Ning Mingmei pointed the needle tip at Lian Chengyue's blood vessels, "You can find someone else to save him, but there is no reason for me to save him."
After saying that, he inserted the needle into Lian Chengyue's blood vessel.
Dark red blood gurgled into the syringe. His slightly long black hair fell on Lian Chengyue's body. In the dim room, only a pair of glasses flashed a faint cold light.
Dream.
A hazy dream.
He was in chains.
The fire burned him.
The basement where no light can be seen...binds him.
What is good? What is evil?
The devil has the same nature as the gods, so why should the devil’s nature be classified as “evil”?
Don't try to teach me...teach me something!
To crawl out from underground.
To crawl out from underground.
Those who are born extraordinary...should crawl out!
Since you have set rules for this world. Then I will destroy and mock you as the highest victor and glory in the rules!
In the hell filled with the smell of sulfur, he faintly smelled a hint of scent. The breath was extremely cold, tinged with ice and snow, and cold plum blossoms, and could almost be called a fragrance.
But it will never make people feel comfortable.
who I am?
I am a child.
In a daze, he felt the presence of that person for a moment. The short black hair fell on his cheeks, making him itchy, as if it was about to be softened by the spring breeze.
And the hand that wiped the sweat from his neck.
But there was another feeling… In a trance, he felt pain in his neck.
And another pair of eyes that always stared at his coldly.
Even many years later, it was still engraved deep in his soul.
…
Half an hour later, Ning Mingmei came out of the small building.
Seventeen and Xiaoshui were talking in the pavilion in the backyard. Seeing him coming out, the two chased after him: "Immortal Venerable."
Ning Mingmei: "I just gave him some true energy."
Just enough to heal the needle holes on the neck.
There were stars twinkling in their eyes, and Ning Mingmei returned to the room.
He took out exactly ten milliliters of blood from the container and put it in a homemade transparent measuring cup.
Lift up the measuring cup and look up at the dark red liquid inside.
In addition to being slightly toxic, the system also reminded Ning Mingmei of one thing - due to Lian Chengyue's special physique, Ning Mingmei might be able to feel his emotions when swallowing his blood. If he drinks more, he might even have fragments of memory.
Ning Mingmei drank the blood without hesitation.
Ten milliliters.
After a while, the system asked him: "How do you feel?"
Ning Mingmei: "It's a bit disgusting."
system:……
never mind.
There was only Ning Mingmei in the room. He pulled out the booklet from the idol from the box and began to read it.
The sunlight fell on his glasses, cool and cold.
…
Gui Ruoxue spent the entire day tossing and turning in the triangle area through her mind.
It was normal for cultivators to stay awake all night, but this one night alone made him feel his heart pounding, his body and mind exhausted, and it felt like his internal organs were going to jump out of his throat.
It was not until 9 o'clock that he heard the sound of the door being pushed open.
! !
Is it Ning Mingmei?
The moment that man pushed open the mirror, Gui Ruoxue was actually a little hesitant - he had been looking forward to this moment, but when this moment really came, he didn't want it to happen too soon.
What if the person who pushed the mirror away wasn’t Ning Mingmei?
It would be better to let that person remain in the state of just entering and pushing the mirror away like Schrodinger.
In this way, he could always imagine that the person was Ning Mingmei.
Fortunately, the person who appeared in front of him was indeed Ning Mingmei. Ning Mingmei changed into a purple robe today, with the sleeves pulled up to his elbows, so he hugged his thin white arms and looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"You don't look very well." Ning Mingmei said, "Have you spent a lot of time thinking recently?"
Gui Ruoxue: ...
Ning Mingmei: "I forgot, you were mute."
The mute was revealed, and Gui Ruoxue said the first sentence coldly: "You still remember to come here."
The tone of these words is like that of Concubine Gui.
Ning Mingmei: "Something happened yesterday."
Gui Ruoxue: "What happened yesterday? You couldn't even come and see me?"
Ning Mingmei twitched his eyebrows again. Gui Ruoxue said, "Speak up? Aren't you usually quite talkative? Why don't you have anything to say today?"
Ning Mingmei said: "From your tone, it seems that you have already given some thought to your ultimate needs."
…Only then did Gui Ruoxue realize what she had just said. His face turned pale and he stopped looking at Ning Mingmei.
Then Ning Mingmei didn't say anything for a long time.
Gui Ruoxue had no choice but to look back again - what should he do if Ning Mingmei saw that he didn't say anything and left?
Wait one more day?
What if Ning Mingmei doesn’t come tomorrow for no reason again?
As a result, when I turned around, I saw Ning Mingmei setting something on the big mirror. His fingers were filled with spiritual energy, and with one tap, two taps, some of the information that was originally in the other mirror in his hand flowed into the big mirror.
Gui Ruoxue decided to speak, but felt that she couldn't speak first. He looked at Ning Mingmei arrogantly until the other party said:
"Okay, the recording is set up. You can watch what you missed yesterday in a while. I'm leaving now."
Gui Ruoxue:?
Ning Mingmei: "Watch it carefully. I'll come over tomorrow morning to check on your learning progress. I'll ask five questions, all in the video content."
MOOC recorded courses belong to yes.
——Tomorrow morning, Ning Mingmei promised that he would come again!
As soon as she had this thought, Gui Ruoxue wished she could beat herself to death.
Why was his first reaction "Ning Mingmei's promise"?
But during this moment of hesitation, Ning Mingmei had already tapped his mute acupoint and left without mercy.
Only Gui Ruoxue was left, grieving alone in front of the mirror.
Just as his face turned red, blue, and white, and finally turned into anger...
A picture appeared on the large mirror.
The picture on the mirror was divided into two sides, one side was Ning Mingmei, and the other side was fourteen disciples...but their faces were blurred.
Gui Ruoxue looked at them and thought that those fourteen people might be Ning Mingmei's disciples in Qingji Sect.
Why did Ning Mingmei show this to him?
Finally, Ning Mingmei spoke: "If you have any questions about the assessment results, you can arrange a one-on-one conversation with me. But before the conversation, you can talk to your fellow apprentices and see how much they work. Our assessment is strictly based on the workload and is absolutely fair. Now let's start with individual reports, starting with Wenbi——."
? What is assessment. What is a personal report?
And what is this warm beep, this [beep] that sounds like a mute?
Wen Bi said: "My fellow disciples, my research topic is the definition and conversion principle of high and low potential energy in the 'Cang Bi Gong Fa'. As we all know, 'potential energy' is a concept that Master proposed to me during the group meeting last week. In the past two months, I have studied the birth background of the Cang Bi Gong Fa based on the Pai Bi Gong Fa, the differences between the two, historical inheritance, market demand and the core selling points that make it unique in the Qi Bi market. Among the core selling points, Master pointed out the key point of 'potential energy' for me last week. The conversion between potential energy and kinetic energy is the reason why the Cang Bi Gong Fa is like the waves of the sea and is endless..."
…
……? ?
Even though the key words and sentences were censored, Gui Ruoxue was such a smart person.
After a brief moment of confusion, he quickly grasped the key points of these sentences.
And I quickly understood what the video in the mirror was saying.
Wen Bi——continued: "From this, we have a question——What does potential energy mean in Canglan Sword Technique? In this regard, I currently have two answers..."
Click.
The picture stopped abruptly. Ning Mingmei: "Lin Bi——, come here."
The next person with a blurred face came up: "My fellow disciples, my research topic is: Beep - Spiritual roots, by combining flame color reaction, play a new visual misleading role in Beep - Flower Sword Technique."
?
No more?
Two what?
Why did it get stuck here and was suddenly edited out?
At that moment, Gui Ruoxue felt like a consumer watching a video who was watching it in advance, or like a reader who was stuck in writing. He had not yet understood the meaning of "Twenty-four hours passed in one turn of the head" and was so stuck that he couldn't even breathe.
But the "flame color reaction" mentioned by Lin Bi is unheard of. Even though they are both "gold", there is such a difference under high temperature...Gui Ruoxue began to watch eagerly again.
Lin Bi——: "From this, we know that swords with different metal compositions and textures are very important in the Bi——Flower Sword Technique. For example, when using a copper sword, the basic color of the Bi——Flower Sword Technique is..."
Click.
Ning Mingmei: "Next, Biran—you come."
Gui Ruoxue: ...
Why is it stuck again!
Gone again!
Gui Ruoxue was unable to catch his breath again. This time, he didn't even notice that the newcomer's voice was coded as "beep-ran" instead of "ran-beep".
Beep——Ran said: "Hello, fellow disciples. Unlike my senior and second senior brothers, my research only started this month, so I'm still in the process of choosing a topic. Because I have dual spiritual roots of gold and wood, my master gave me two topics. One is the effect of the proportion of carbon on the strength and service life of the immortal sword during the sword-making process. The second is the possibility of immortal wood materials of different gold attributes in sword-making. Therefore, I tested the yield limit and ultimate stress of more than 30 different immortal wood materials..."
This voice sounds familiar.
Before Gui Ruoxue could figure it out. The man said: "Therefore, I found several most suitable golden fairy trees, they are..."
Click.
Stuck again, stuck again, stuck again!
Seeing Ning Mingmei appear in the mirror again, Gui Ruoxue wanted to scratch his face.
Eighteen disciples went down one by one, and Gui Ruoxue's heart went from pain, to numbness, to an unconcealable fanaticism. After getting used to the constant, heart-wrenching pain, Gui Ruoxue stared at the interface that finally became as silent as water, with the expression on her face flickering, seeming to be happy and sad.
The one who impressed him the most was Lao Ba.
His research mentioned a sword technique.
A sword technique that is considered evil by those who practice Taoism and is forbidden to use.
That sword technique is extremely powerful, but it will eventually cause a person's Qi to flow backwards, and the only option is to castrate oneself. Therefore, people in the martial arts world often ridicule this and forbid others to mention this kind of martial arts.
But when Lao Ba mentioned this technique, Ning Mingmei did not interrupt.
He even said: "Is there any way to adjust the sword technique so that it can achieve a balance between self-castration and weakening of power? If self-castration is necessary, is there any way to perform assisted reproduction while the sword wielder still desires to have children?"
No hesitation.
The moon rises above the willows and the group meeting in the mirror was played three times in total. After the third time, the room finally became quiet.
Gui Ruoxue just stared at it blankly for a while, and his eyes became slightly moist.
Is this because you have found a soulmate?
Or is it because... of the excitement of discovering the direction of the future?
But if, at this moment, Gui Ruoxue was untied from the muteness, she could still speak a word.
He would say something like this:
"You're making me suffer so much..."
"Ning Mingmei..."
…
Ning Mingmei first stared at the cover of the booklet in his hand.
On the cover, the words "Notes on Cultivation of Immortality" were written.
It's a bit delicate and a bit round, and looks like the Hengshui style.
"So, he's a high school student who just finished the college entrance exam."
But somehow, this book always gives Ning Mingmei a weird feeling.
Even though the font on the cover is blurred, it is still so neat and cute.
It can be seen how lively the mindset of the note holder was when he wrote these four words.
But such handwriting should be accompanied by a clean and smooth cover. Just like every high school student who likes to use colorful signing pens to add pictures and words to his or her notes and write them beautifully.
The cover of this book looks like it has been crumpled up hard.
His fingers touched something, and Ning Mingmei turned the notebook over and looked at the back before opening it.
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
...Found something strange.
On the back cover, there was a line of black handwriting scribbled in blood. Compared with the four words on the cover, it is much fresher.
Although it is also old, it should have been written later.
And the font is also different from the Hengshui font on the cover.
"I never intended for them to worship me as a god... but I never expected to be rejected by them as a demon."
Ning Mingmei read out this sentence slowly.
It was as if a wind suddenly blew through the room, blowing the candles on the table.
cold war.
Ning Mingmei opened the cover of the book from the front under the candlelight.
He was stunned.
The first few dozen pages of the notebook were actually torn off!
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