Jang He retched for a while, but didn't spit out anything.

Long Butterfly Dance finally went crazy enough, and after throwing the fat meat on the dead fat man's entire right leg into the sea, he ruthlessly cut the dead fat man's throat with a sharp sea mussel shell.

It was supposed to be a poignant picture of blood like flowers, but under the madness of the dragon butterfly dance, the blood of the dead fat man had already dried up, and even the jugular artery vein was severed, which was only symbolically flowing out a little bit of blood.

However, with the rupture of the trachea, the last slight undulation left in the dead fat man's chest and abdomen also completely stopped fluctuating.

The hideous color on Long Butterfly Dance's face finally faded, and it was replaced by a deathly calm.

After taking a slight breath, Long Butterfly Dance grabbed the bloody leg bone of the dead fat man and dragged him into the calm sea.

The fat dead man, like his four pieces of fat that had been thrown away, floated on the surface of the sea, and slowly floated to the shore with the slight waves, undulating and unstable.

On the rocks, He Zhong finally regained his composure, and after glancing at the dragon butterfly dance and Zhang He with hatred on his face, he immediately jumped up like a nightingale, and disappeared into the vast night in the blink of an eye.

In the chest-length seawater, the dragon butterfly dance was slowly cleaning the blood stains on his face and body, and under Zhang He's intently watchful gaze, the dead fat man's four large pieces of fat scattered in five places and his fat body with only a torso left soon became a delicacy shared by the fish.

The cruel death and cruel burial made Zhang He inexplicably fall into a magical state.

Zhang He stared at the dead fat man's five pieces and the corpse that had been reduced to fish food, and slowly forgot everything. He just stared at the sea with a distraction, and slowly forgot about the dragon butterfly dance, the dead fat man, and himself.

Suddenly, Zhang He felt as if he had been hit by a high-voltage electric current, and his brain instantly fell into a blank. But in the blank, a trickle-like consciousness, like a tenacious spring, "gurgling" into Zhang He's mind!

It seems to be a memory, but it is not a memory; It seems like a forgotten past, but it doesn't feel like something forgotten. In my mind, a frozen picture scroll endures, like a paused movie screen, motionless and delicate.

In the picture, the middle-aged self is sitting cross-legged, his eyes closed, as if thinking about something, but his body is full of a thick dazzling light.

The light was piercing, and it was as sharp as a knife. What's going on? Zhang He seemed to be about to wake up, but before he could wake up, a sharp headache came clearly.

"Ahh

With a howl of pain, a large amount of information rushed into Zhang He's mind like a torrent.

The amount of information exploded, making Zhang He feel that his brain was about to explode, but he seemed to have changed completely. From the original little doctor who was afraid of death and pain, he became an iron-clad tough guy.

Zhang He clenched his steel teeth and accepted the swarming messages silently.

The memories in the picture began when he was seven years old.

In the vast snowfield, the cold wind is biting, and the goose-feather snow is blowing one after another.

On the snowfield, a thin little boy was wearing thin clothes, running wildly against the wind that blew his clothes and the heavy snow blowing in them.

The little boy was running as hard as he could, but the poor little boy could not withstand the cold of the ice and snow in the sky, nor the biting cold wind, and fell exhausted in the endless snowfield.

The little boy's consciousness gradually began to blur, but just as the little boy was about to close his eyes, Mr. Long Ao, whose appearance was almost no different from what he was now, appeared.

Long Ao didn't speak, but took out a silver needle with a kind smile on his face.

In the middle of the human acupoint, Long Ao smiled and pierced the silver needle into the half-conscious child's person, and soon, the little boy not only woke up completely, but also became vigorous.

"Little one, do you want to learn?" Long Ao shook the silver needle and asked with a smile.

"Yes." The little boy looked at Long Ao with envy on his face and replied without thinking.

"Okay, you can worship me as a teacher."

"Okay."

On the snowfield, the little boy fell to his knees on the ground without thinking, and knocked his head three times.

The picture changes again, and the little boy in the picture has grown up, about seventeen or eighteen years old.

The delicate young man was almost paranoid about a dummy, practicing acupuncture seriously, tirelessly, practicing hard over and over again. During the exercises, the little boy sometimes made a decisive needle, sometimes shook his head silently, sometimes bowed his head in contemplation, and sometimes ran to look through an old hand-copied book.

The content in the classics is very familiar to Zhang He, and it is the "Yanhuang Medical Scripture" that Mr. Long Ao pressed into his mind.

……

At the end, the picture returns to the scene of sitting cross-legged when he was young, but there is another picture in the picture.

At that time, Long Ao was in the air at a height of 10,000 meters in front of him, desperately fighting with the lightning that fell from the sky, and he was still sitting cross-legged, while Long Ao was already in danger.

A purple thunderbolt that he had never seen before suddenly slashed from the sky and slammed into Long Ao's body. When he was young, he finally opened his eyes, but what came into his eyes was the scene of Mr. Long Ao, who was powerless to float in the air, had fallen back to the ground, his breath was dying, and he was spurting blood, but he was still stubbornly fighting against the purple thunder and lightning.

"Master."

With a crazy roar, the young self rushed into the sky, rushing madly towards the endless stream of falling purple thunderbolts, trying to help the master overcome the tribulation thunder.

Thunder fell, and the body died.

In the picture, he didn't even have a chance to resist, and he was shattered by the purple thunderbolt.

At this time, Mr. Long Ao also went crazy, "Break it for me." With a wild shout, Mr. Long Ao was like a god of thunder, crushing the purple thunder and lightning from the sky.

"Idiot, idiot, you're really an idiot."

With a sigh full of helplessness and pity, Mr. Long Ao immediately waved his hands wildly, quickly gesturing mysterious and complex gestures, and a shocking picture soon came to Zhang He's mind.

In the picture, the shattered self is magically reproduced, but it is not a person, but a vague phantom.

"Idiot, idiot, can't open his mind, and is so reckless and impulsive, how can you let the teacher rest assured? Let's go, life should be like this, as a teacher, I will protect you again. With a murmur full of pity, Mr. Long Ao gently stroked his recondensed phantom, and then waved his hand and sent himself to the impenetrable sky.

In the hazy glimpse of the virtual shadow, Zhang He clearly felt the last picture he saw.

The dragon, who had been spurted blood by the purple thunder and lightning and was still weak, turned into an afterimage arrogantly, "The old man doesn't want to die, how can the thunder tribulation endure the old man?" With a deafening roar, Long Ao's figure instantly disappeared into the vast sky.

The picture ended here, but more memories of getting along with Long Ao poured into Zhang He's mind like a tide.

Bit by bit, it's so real.

"I see! I see! ……”

Under the curious gaze of the dragon butterfly dance who washed away the blood, Zhang He suddenly knelt on the ground in a remorseful murmur, "Master, I'm sorry, I was wrong. ”

In the roar, Zhang He couldn't help but burst into tears.

It turns out that I really have a past life; It turned out that in my previous life, I harmed Master.

It turns out that I have a master in this life, and I also have a master in my previous life.

It turned out that in my previous life, it was the Master who saved me and gave me a new life; It turned out that I was so paranoid in my previous life, not only because my mood could not be improved, but because I couldn't improve my mood, I was stuck in the heartbeat period and couldn't make progress, but in the end, I actually did bad things with good intentions and ruined the master's catastrophe.

Master, like Master is like Father! Master treated me like a son, but I hurt Master and almost died in life.

A strong sense of remorse uncontrollably flooded Zhang He's heart.

Fortunately, the master cultivated against the sky, not only successfully risked his life, went against the sky, helped himself reforge his soul under the punishment of heaven, and sent himself to reincarnation, but also resisted the thunderstorm that became more dangerous by his reckless invasion.

In this life, Master is still guarding me and sparing no effort to nurture me. But what about me? Failed Master's expectations again and again?

"Idiot, you're really crazy." Long Ao's kind and helpless words resounded in Zhang He's ears like thunder.

"Master, I'm sorry, the idiot has understood, the idiot has really understood." With tears streaming down his face, Zhang He muttered in pain and pounded the beach frantically.

What's going on?

Long Qizhang, who was joined by the Dragon Butterfly Dance, also looked at Zhang He with a confused face, letting him beat the beach like crazy.

The night breeze rose, like crying, and Zhang He's painful and remorseful murmurs were intertwined into a sad and sad song full of remorse, which made Long Diewu feel sad involuntarily.

What the hell is going on?

Just when the two of them were wondering, an old and kind voice appeared out of thin air, and it reached the ears of the three of them from afar.

"Idiot, are you really enlightened?"

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