Because this let her know that she still has the value of existence, even if she can't speak or hear, she still has a lot of things she can do, for example, to help a boy who has fallen into a coma.

Under the persistence of this obsession, Jade Tsui successfully carried the boy to the top of the mountain, although it was not the cliff mouth where Mo Fan had originally fallen, but the boy still felt a joy in his heart, anyway, the feeling of being warmly illuminated by the sun was better than constantly climbing up in a dark and damp environment.

That sense of darkness and terror with no end in sight is enough to destroy a person's heart.

Luckily, both the girl and he managed to climb up.

Feeling the warmth of the sun, Mo Fan spread out his spiritual sense as much as possible, and the scenery within thousands of meters was reflected in his heart for a while, making the boy feel alive again.

Can't move... It's a terrible thing.

The scenery of the mountains was lined up in front of him, and to his surprise, the scenery coming from his spiritual sense was not at all like the autumn colors he had seen in Mangdang Mountain before.

The trees are overgrown, the grass is abundant, the autumn wind is bleak, the flood waves are gone, and it is replaced by a spring light of birds and flowers, and all kinds of flowers spread out to the distant peaks.

Looking around, there are rolling mountains, each peak is above a thousand miles, towering into the sky, constantly intertwined peaks, this world of flowers and plants into a closed valley, the only exit is the previous mountain stream.

It seems that it is not an exaggeration to call this kind of place the peach blossom source in Mangdang Mountain.

After seeing this sea of flowers, the girl's face was also full of smiles, stabilized the wooden basket carrying Mo Fan behind her, and trotted to a rustic wooden house in the valley.

A clear spring flowed in the mountains, and in a place where the girl could not see, two orioles stood on the willow treetops, gently clasped their heads together, and from them faintly came the whispers of humans.

"Hey, Rhubarb, did you see it, Miss came back a little earlier than usual today. A yellowbird with a dull coat leaned on a willow branch and whispered to its companion.

Another bird with bright and bright fur bowed its head slightly, and said in a suppressed voice: "I see that there are not only the herbs of the past in the bamboo basket, but also a child!

"Don't talk nonsense, you crow's mouth," thinking of some terrifying scene, the first yellow bird to open his mouth trembled, the bird feathers trembled, and stammered, "After a while, Miss will finish lunch, and she should become the eldest lady, and then we will adjust the oil and vinegar, and borrow the spirit of the eldest lady to slaughter that kid!"

"You're still the smartest, Erhuang. ”

"That's not it!" the dull-haired oriole puffed out her chest proudly.

"Then, the task of communicating with the eldest lady will be handed over to you in a moment, and I will go to the old donkey first. ”

"Damn, you come back for me!" grabbed the bird that was about to fly, Erhuang Bird frowned, and said angrily, "Dare you wait for me here, don't give me blind ecstasy soup, when the time comes, let's go together, even if the valley master comes back, even if he asks for the guilt, he will have an explanation." ”

Seeing that his plan had been discovered, Rhubarb squealed twice brightly, flew to the top of the willow tree, and said no more.

Mo Fan, who gradually withdrew the huge spiritual consciousness to the spiritual platform, saw all the strange farce in his eyes, he tried to control his body, and found that he still couldn't make any movements, all the meridians in his body were rebuilding, and the acupoints that usually contained purple fire began to shift under the control of the Black Tower, heading towards a stronger and more appropriate direction.

This kind of thing was simply miraculous in Mo Fan's eyes, but under the huge demonic energy of the Black Tower's delicate manipulation, it gradually became possible.

After a morning of reforging, the one hundred and eight veins in his body have completely opened the three main veins, and it is estimated that it will take another half a day to gradually open the remaining three main veins, and at that time, he estimates that he will be able to control his body and make the simplest movements.

Faced with the words of the two strange orioles, the boy couldn't help but start thinking about his next situation.

It seems that the harmless little girl in front of her has another personality, which will be transformed just by eating, and in the process of exchanging personalities, she will forget even what happened before.

This is really difficult, he can't even control a little finger now, and it seems that there is nothing he can do to save himself except to wait and see how things change.

In the dantian world, the spirit body Mo Fan looked at the huge black tower, and saw that the latter's tower body was as dark as ink, and there was not even the slightest movement, the boy couldn't help but sigh, and tried to cross the body of the condensed fighting spirit out of the dantian to see if he could communicate with himself in the spirit mansion, but unfortunately, the moment the fighting qi left the dantian, the vast demonic energy of the ubiquitous Luo Xiang Demon Vine Giant Tree swept over and devoured it.

Mo Fan frowned, ran the Fanyan decision, and once again entered the cultivation state of Douqi.

Right now, it seemed that all he could do was wait, and he didn't believe that when he was in danger, the Black Tower would have nothing to do.

Since it's useless to think about it now, then, diving into a cultivation state may be the best way to pass the time.

Just taking advantage of the fact that the pure Yuan Dou Qi could not circulate in the body, he refined the Creation Star in the dantian a few more points, maybe after seven days out of the customs, combined with the great power of the meridian recast, his Pure Yuan Dou Qi could directly break through to the realm of the four-star fighter!

At that time, with the abundant spiritual power in the late stage of foundation building and the condensation of pure yuan fighting qi, he may really be able to turn things around in the class battle when he returns to the academy!

Fighting between life and death with the stronger and breaking through the limits has always been Mo Fan's ardent desire.

There is a kind of flame in his blood that longs to fight, to become stronger, usually only in the state of magma underflowing in his body, once it has to erupt, that flash of fire, will instantly turn into a blazing heat.

This is an indispensable obsession for everyone who climbs the pinnacle of martial arts.

Mo Fan guarded the dantian with his heart, and his qi was full of stars, and he gradually sank into the state of cultivation.

Wisps of extremely pure attributeless fighting qi were stripped out of the Creation Star, orbiting in the sea of stars above the dantian, and finally absorbed into the body of the spirit Mo Fan, turning into the purest energy.

Get stronger, all the time!

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In a large, bright wooden house, near the corner of the wall, there was a small bed, on which Mo Fan lay on his back, and his ink robe covered his entire young body.

More than an hour had passed since he had been taken to this mysterious valley, during which time he had seen the girl coming in and out of the house, taking out a medicinal herb from the cupboard for a while, and checking his pulse for a while.

On the wooden platform outside the house, there is a three-legged double-eared tripod, and a pool of clear spring water rolls in the tripod, and a faint fragrance comes out of it, which makes people smell it and want to be immortal.

Next to the wooden platform, the girl uses the stone plate as a grinding, grinding more than a dozen kinds of plants and trees of different shapes, including the azure vine in the shape of a dragon's whisker, the fan-shaped slowing grass, and the most bizarre is a fruit the size of a dragon's eye.

The surface of the fruit is pure black, as if it has absorbed countless essences of the night, blended and crystalline, and there is not a trace of impurities in sight, which is the fruit that the girl picked several hours early in the morning.

With the girl's grinding, the layers of inky black peel gradually faded, revealing the crystal clear flesh inside, which looked extremely attractive, as if a slight shaking would destroy the frozen purity of this pool.

Between the white flesh, there are tiny black dots from time to time, like stars in the night sky, releasing their brilliance one by one.

The spring water in the big ding is getting lighter and lighter, and the overflowing fragrance attracts many dragonflies and butterflies, lingering next to the wooden house, leaning on the petals of the sea of flowers and resting leisurely.

The girl carefully grinded the medicinal herbs, ran back to the house from time to time, took out fresh herbs from the sealed stone cabinet, sharpened them slightly, and threw them into the big ding.

At the moment, what she is refining is only the elixir of the inducing soup, and the spiritual fire used is just the fire taken from the flint and steel that can be seen everywhere.

At that point, it's not something that ordinary people can participate in.

Although the girl doesn't know how to really refine medicine, and she doesn't have the spiritual fire of heaven and earth, she can still handle this kind of handymanwork perfectly.

A wisp of tiredness hit her heart, and the girl who got up to collect medicine on the fourth watch was hungry and sleepy at this time, and she wanted to find a place to sleep comfortably immediately.

Looking at the rising flames and the herbs that had been developed in front of him, Tamashi thought to himself that even if he fell into a deep sleep at this time, after the appearance of another self in his body, combined with the unconscious patients in the room, he should also know what was probably going on right now.

Thinking of this, she wiped the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, because she was too close to the flames, even her usual wide clothes were a little close to her body, which made her feel quite uncomfortable for her who loved cleanliness.

Brushing the strands of hair that were sticking to her sideburns, the girl rolled up the wide sleeves on her arms, revealing a pair of crystal bright wrists, pink in the tender white, like the flesh of ripe peaches in summer, which made people want to bite when they saw it.

Finally, after looking at the boiling spring water, the girl gently retrieved the jade flute and walked into the house.

As soon as I entered the wooden house, the air was immediately cooler, without the light of the autumn sun and the smoke of the flames, and in the cool atmosphere, even the light dust was cheerful and danced everywhere.