Madara this idiot!

In the room, Dong Wusheng hugged the pillow and was pounded, but after the beating, he could only collapse on the bed helplessly, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

What the hell is this guy hiding from her? And the smell that makes her feel uncomfortable......

Dong Wusheng always felt that there were some relevant memories in her mind that were about to move, but whenever she felt that she wanted to remember, it was as if there was a will that did not belong to her in her body, and those memories that were just about to emerge were strongly suppressed, leaving her without a trace.

Thinking about it, Dong Wusheng felt his temples jump suddenly, and the feeling of having a splitting headache last night seemed to have the meaning of making a comeback.

Hey, what's going on all of a sudden?

Dong Wusheng sat up with his forehead, and it happened that Jenny pushed the door in, seeing that her face was not good, he walked up to her and asked a few words with concern, and when he saw that she couldn't speak, he quickly turned around and went out and called Madara over. Madara crouched down in front of her, frowning, looking at her worriedly, "What's wrong, is it another headache?"

The headache is getting worse. Dong Wusheng was so pained that he couldn't speak for a while, and gasped.

Madara couldn't care so much, he gently pinched Dong Wusheng's hand that was holding his hair, put his hand on it, and covered it, a faint white light gathered in his palm.

Dong Wusheng only felt that something warm and cool had entered her body, clearing her mind and soothing all the pain, and soon the headache was relieved a lot.

Dong Wusheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, she exhaled a few long breaths, calmed her breath, and then raised her head and smiled at Madara, "It's okay, I didn't know what was going on just now, I suddenly felt a headache, and now it's much better." ”

Madara's brow was still knotted, "Are you really okay?"

Dong Wusheng bent the corners of his mouth, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Madara's cheek and pulled it out, "Why are you like an old mother?"

"Uh-huh......!

Spotted raised his eyebrows and broke away from Dong Wusheng's hand, "What is the old mother?"

"Huh?" Dong Wusheng blinked, "I don't know either." ”

“......？”

Madara has a confused look on his face.

Seeing Dong Wusheng wrinkled his nose, "What kind of expression are you! I have amnesia! I only remember that there is such a sentence that can describe you stupidity." ”

Madara frowned again, "I'm not stupid. ”

"Okay, okay, you're not," Dong Wusheng nodded perfunctorily, his eyes blinked, and he changed the topic, "By the way, how did you cure me just now?

Madara's brow furrowed, and his eyes were as gentle as a warm gem, "It shouldn't be that exaggerated to cure all diseases, but it seems to be quite useful to heal you." ”

Dong Wusheng: "......"

Why did she think it was a little weird?

"Look," Madara spread his palms in front of her, wisps of white smoke kept rising in his palms, and Dong Wusheng's fingers touched it, and it seemed to have spirituality wrapped around her fingers, "This thing is called spiritual power, and instilling spiritual power is actually not a special method for curing diseases, but it can regulate people's bodies well." ”

"Spiritual power? Is this a white thing? Sounds incredible—"

Dong Wusheng looked at the wisp of spiritual power wrapped around her finger in surprise, she stretched out her right hand and approached it cautiously, and the thing immediately went down her fingers like a water weed, wrapped around her wrist, and finally disappeared along the silver chain into the ruby at the end.

"Eh, why did it disappear?"

Dong Wusheng pinched the ruby hanging on his right hand, and felt no different from ordinary gemstones.

"Absorbed by that stone," Madara's voice was faint, clear as a mountain stream, "This thing on your right hand will absorb all the spiritual power it senses. ”

All the spiritual power sensed...... Wouldn't she be able to carry this kind of spiritual power with her at all?

Dong Wusheng pondered for a moment and asked his own question.

Madara nodded, "That's true, spiritual power is everywhere, exists in every corner of the world, the way to collect spiritual power is to use special pranayama methods to incorporate them into the body, store them, and you can access them at any time when necessary, we call this process cultivation, but this one on your right hand will suck all the spiritual power in your body, so, if you say, I'm afraid there is no way to cultivate." ”

As he said this, Dong Wusheng noticed that Madara's gaze was closely watching her reaction, and although he seemed to be trying his best to restrain and hide, Dong Wusheng saw a faint hint of nervousness in his eyes.

What is this guy nervous about? The person who can't cultivate seems to be her, right?

Dong Wusheng was a little amused but also a little moved, she stared at Madara's soft hair, and suddenly had an idea, she suddenly stretched out her hands and rubbed it wildly on the top of Madara's head, and then looked at Madara with a chicken nest head stunned, laughing.

"You look so stupid, hahaha......"

Madara reacted, pursed his lips, and didn't say anything, but looking at Dong Wusheng's smiling face, his gaze slowly softened.

"Then if I still have a headache in the future, I'll have to ask you for help?"

Madara opened his mouth, suddenly turned his head, and his tone was a little awkward, "Of course it's okay to find me, but maybe I can't be by your side in time occasionally, you used to have a headache, at that time you were pranayama by yourself, I'll tell you the method of pranayama first, just in case." ”

What?

Dong Wusheng almost couldn't help laughing, it took a lot of effort for her to hold back her laughter, and she bowed to Madara exaggeratedly, "Please give me a lot of advice!"

"First, close your eyes, calm your mind, and feel the spiritual power in the air. ”

Almost at the moment when she closed her eyes, Dong Wusheng was surprised to find that her whole person seemed to be instinctively quiet, all distractions were excluded from her body, and suddenly the world seemed to be left alone.

Immediately afterward, even she disappeared from this world, and at the same time, everything around her became clear in her eyes.

Every line of the sheets, the dust floating in the air...... and the wisps of spiritual power that swim in everything.

She breathed lightly, and the red ones slowly entered her body with her breath, and after a week in her body, they converged on her right hand and disappeared.

Every extra week of running, Dong Wusheng felt that his body became a little lighter.

“......”

Looking at Dong Wusheng's current state, Madara knew that she had already entered a state of cultivation and didn't need much of his teaching, so he slowly stood up, retreated to the door, and gently closed the door.