Based on a certain law of cause and effect that he firmly believed in his heart, Ning Que did not believe that he would die, but the injuries he suffered today were too severe, and the invisible spear worn on his chest was beyond the scope of his knowledge, so
In the sixteenth year since he came to this world, he finally had to start thinking formally about death.
He woke up, and then tried hard to open his eyes for the first time. He used his last strength to raise his head and look around, trying to see if he had arrived in the underworld and whether there really was an underworld in this world.
A big, white, round face appeared in the air very close to him. The eyes on the round face were narrowed into two small dots, and the small dots were staring at him with doubtful and curious eyes.
Because this big face was round, white, smooth and plump, resembling the long-lost full moon in his hometown, Ning Que, who was suffering from injuries and was slightly confused, did not feel scared, but felt very close to him.
He leaned against the wall, tilted his head slightly and looked at the big round face nearby, smiled weakly twice, and said: "The Yaksha in the underworld should be very black, and I should not be dead yet. So, who are you?"
The big round face so close didn't scare Ning Que. He suddenly opened his eyes, but Chen Pipi was startled. Chen Pipi's eyes widened, staring at the other person's pale face, and said, "I want to know more about who you are."
who."
Ning Que raised his trembling right hand to cover his chest, which looked normal but was actually painful and empty. He frowned and looked to the side, confirming that he was still on the second floor of the old building. The night outside the window had darkened, and the woman beside the window
The professor didn't know when he had left, and Wei Han couldn't help but be a little surprised. Why did the female professor turn a blind eye to him?
Now except for himself, there are basically no college students on the second floor of the old hall, let alone late at night. Thinking of the handwriting that was obviously left at night, he looked back in shock and looked at the man in front of him who was wearing college summer clothes.
The fat young man in the robe asked in a hoarse voice: "Chen Pipi?"
Chen Pipi's eyes widened even more. Of course, no matter how big they get, it's just a process of changing from mung beans to green beans and then to soybeans. He stared at Ning Que in disbelief and said, "Are you Ning Que?"
"It's the one above." Ning Que stared at his round face, a fire that shocked people suddenly appeared in his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "If you don't want to see me die, then think about it quickly
Help me!"
Chen Pipi didn't ask any nonsense like why you want me to save you. The two of them have been exchanging letters these days. Although they have never met in person, they already know each other's temperament very well. What's more, idiots scold each other, claiming to be superior, teasing and taunting each other to help each other so much.
Many times, how can one watch the other person die without reaching out.
Two fingers touched Ning Que's wrist on his lap. Chen Pipi was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyebrows, raised his head and stared into Ning Que's eyes in disbelief, and said, "You are so seriously injured.
Why aren't you dead yet?"
"Just because I'm not dead doesn't mean I won't die. I'm already about to die. How much more nonsense are you going to say, you idiot?"
"You idiot, why didn't you go to Chang'an City for treatment when you were so seriously injured? Why did you come to the academy to bother yourself? Did you come here just to save me and treat my injury?"
"Why not? Didn't you say you are a genius?"
"What is the relationship between genius and medical skills?"
"The first question you ask is a prescription."
"No cure can cure you. You should be dead by now. No matter how exquisite the secret recipe is, it can't cure you."
Ning Que's spirit was extremely weak, his eyes were slightly distracted, and he looked at the guy in front of him and said: "I have been lying here for a whole day, but no one in the academy paid attention to me, not even the person who usually looks so gentle and pleasant.
The female professor left me here so heartlessly, you can't leave me alone."
Chen Pipi lowered his head, saw the bowl of water and two steamed buns beside him, and said: "Senior sister has a quiet and peaceful temperament. She lives in a thatched house on the back hill. She has always been taciturn. She probably didn't leave you alone..."
"No need to explain anything. Of course the academy must reject indifference and warm you and me."
Ning Que raised his head tiredly and looked at Chen Pipi under the dim starlight. After a moment of silence, he smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Anyway, I leave this life...to you."
After saying this, his eyes drooped slightly, his shoulders relaxed, and he fell into unconsciousness again.
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Chen Pipi opened his mouth wide and looked at the unconscious guy in the corner with a look of disbelief on his face.
"What is this? You fainted without even saying a word about your last words. You are bullying me and I have to save you, right? You are cheating! How can anyone do things like you?"
He muttered in annoyance as he squatted down with difficulty, and finally sat down on the floor. He stretched his right hand lightly, and tapped Ning Que's chest dozens of times with five fat, round fingers like lightning.
After a quick glance at his pulse, he knew that Ning Que had been seriously injured, and the injury was between the Qi Sea and the Snow Mountain on his chest. For ordinary people and even ordinary practitioners, this kind of injury was indeed fatal, but just like Ning Que
As hopeless, as a peerless genius jointly cultivated by Xiling and the Academy, although Chen Pipi may not look like a peerless genius, he is really a peerless genius.
The primary temperament of a genius is self-confidence, and the pride derived from self-confidence is another matter.
Chen Pipi's confidence is all-round. Since Ning Que is not dead at this time, he firmly believes that as long as he takes action, Ning Que will not have any problems. Is the fatal injury at the Qi Sea Snow Mountain terrible? This genius uses the World River God
It means that if the academy can just pick up the pure vitality of heaven and earth at your fingertips, it will only take a few seconds to lift you up.
Huh? Chen Pipi suddenly let out a weird cry, and retracted his fingers as if they were touching live coals. His eyes fell on Ning Que's chest where nothing was unusual. His brows seemed to be broken into several pieces, and his expression became more solemn than ever before.
"It's so weird, so weird, so weird, how is this possible..."
His thick lips moved slightly. Chen Pipi stared at Ning Que's chest and kept mumbling to himself. He didn't know what he had discovered. His voice became more and more trembling and less confident.
"A fierce sword intent used a wooden object to attack your body and broke your internal organs and flesh. It should have been a practitioner who injured you, but that practitioner was at most a mere cave-mysterious realm and stayed in your flesh and blood.
How can the Sword Intent resist my genius' Tianxiaxi Finger? The gentleman's Intention that the teacher taught me is useless, so why is it useless?"
"This sword intention is indeed powerful. It is a desperate blow before the practitioner's life. Ning Que, a poor guy who can't practice, actually forced a swordsman to do this. You are indeed worthy of being proud, but...
...If I can't cure you, what will I do to make you proud in the future?"
"No! Where does this cold aura lingering in your chest and abdomen come from? How could it touch my Taoist heart? No! Why is there such a burning aura! Where does this sense of destruction come from!"
Chen Pipi's face was full of shock, and she fell to the floor. She looked at Ning Que, who was leaning against the wall and lowering his head in unconsciousness. He thought to himself, what on earth happened to you? Why did such a strange and terrifying phenomenon appear in your body?
He gradually lost the look of shock on his face, put his hands on his knees, slowly closed his eyes, and began to think about the situation he had previously detected. Occasionally, he raised his round hands and gently drew a few unknown lines in the air in front of him.
He read the meaning of the handprints and carefully continued to detect the movements in Ning Que's body.
I don't know how much time passed, but Chen Pipi opened his eyes and looked at Ning Que. The emotion in his eyes could no longer calm down, and there was only endless confusion and confusion.
According to his judgment, there should be an unstoppable burning force that directly invaded Ning Que's body through the passage that the cultivator used his sword to break through Ning Que's chest, instantly destroying the palace.
Stupid Snow Mountain who doesn’t know anything. Logically speaking, the Snow Mountain below the Qi Sea was directly destroyed. Ning Que should have died immediately, but for some reason, an absolutely cold breath entered this guy’s body at that time.
As the snow mountain collapsed and melted, another snow mountain formed again!
It must be admitted that in the world of spiritual practice, Chen Pipi is indeed a peerless genius that is rare to see in a century. He did not witness the battle in the lakeside village, did not see the cocked top wing on Suzaku Street, and did not see the battle in the sky.
The invisible spear thrown at him did not see the big black umbrella swinging gently like a lotus. He also did not make divination predictions like the national master Li Qingshan did. He only deduced the situation at that time based on the injuries in Ning Que's body.
as if.
It's just that... knowing how the injury in Ning Que's body was formed doesn't mean that it can be cured.
"After the snow mountain in the body was destroyed, he didn't die on the spot. In the blink of an eye, a snow mountain was condensed again. What a mysterious and far-reaching method... I'm afraid that the great divine subjugation technique in the temple is nothing more than this. Haotian
Guanghui enlightens mortals, and this is probably the path of destruction and rebirth."
Chen Pipi stared blankly at the unconscious Ning Que, and murmured in a trembling voice: "But I didn't feel a trace of Haotian's divine glory in this guy's body, and how could those great priests from Xiling come to Chang'an City? Even if they suddenly
Now that you have become an idiot, how can I spend half my life to help you understand?"
"If it's not a great magic technique, then who moved the hands and feet in your body? Is it the people from the Xuankong Temple? No, those bald monks can only chant sutras and say Zen, but they don't have this kind of worldly means. Those stupid guys from the Demon Sect
It’s even more impossible, the master in Guanli... he can’t do it either. Such a magical method... I don’t know if Taozi can do it, but the teacher is traveling to the country with his senior brother, there is no reason to come back at this time."
"What the hell is going on?" Chen Pipi was puzzled and scratched his head in pain. His black hair kept passing between his fat and round fingers, like a tired old cow painfully plowing the black fields of Yan State.
land.
Chen Pipi knew very well that the snowy mountains in Ning Que's body were destroyed and reshaped, which seemed to be a great opportunity, but without the protection of Haotian's divine light, this extremely brutal destruction and rebirth was basically equivalent to death. Ning Que's chest and abdomen
The snow-capped mountains there are extremely unstable and may collapse at any time, and the aura there is so weak that it is almost nothingness, and the life is gone. If this guy wants to survive, unless someone uses extremely mysterious means to inject life into him again.
The vitality between heaven and earth is in balance, how can one find life in the void of darkness? Unless he can find those exotic flowers and fruits on foreign islands rumored to have been nourished by vitality for thousands of years at this time, the dying Ning Que can have a glimmer of hope.
But where can you find those exotic flowers and fruits that are nourished and matured by the vitality of heaven and earth? They don't exist in the academy, they don't exist in Chang'an City, they don't exist in the entire Tang Empire, and he doesn't have them either.
Chen Pipi looked at the unconscious Ning Que for a long time, then lowered his head and took out a small, crystal clear porcelain bottle made of unknown material. There was a look of pain and hesitation on his face, and the arm holding the small porcelain bottle changed.
I trembled, as if the small porcelain bottle was as heavy as a peach mountain and could not bear it.