Hate at that time, self-affection, and directly teaching Nanke is a dream.

It is said that this old man Zhao was possessed by the starving ghost and injured his spirit and energy, and he only needed to quietly cultivate for three or five months to recover, but he was so old that his body had a hidden disease, so he was greatly stimulated, and after he fell into a coma, it was difficult to wake up.

Registration, payment, the result of the initial diagnosis turned out to be a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. Ye Feng opened his mouth, and was speechless for a while, looking at the crying pear blossom looking for Bodhi with rain, and he didn't know what words to say to comfort. After all, she has to be hospitalized, Zhao Bodhi's parents are stationed abroad all the year round, and she has to go to school, but this poor old man who has struggled for medicine all his life has become a lonely old man with no one to take care of him. Ye Feng simply handled a VIP senior ward for him, and invited a special person to take care of him, which saved Zhao Bodhi's studies.

It was late at night, and Mo Li's ward and Old Man Zhao's ward were on the same floor, not far apart, so he sent Mo Li back to his room to rest. Looking at the old man lying on the hospital bed inhaling oxygen but unconscious, Ye Feng's heart was mixed. Seeing that there was no one else, he simply walked over and locked the door, then took out the Qibao gourd, pulled off the gold-topped red stopper, and called softly: "Linglong come out." ”

Although Zhao Linglong came out in response, she was incomplete, unconscious, confused, and thoughtless. Even if Zhao Bodhi pulled her and said a lot of words, she still seemed to be unreasonable. When she came, she was included in the third bitter rain domain of the Seven Treasure Gourd, hoping that she could feel all the good and sad in her life, recover her consciousness as soon as possible, and gather the three souls.

Such a big event happened, Zhao Bodhi could still hide it, and immediately made a long-distance call to his parents abroad, asking him to take a vacation to get on the plane and rush back immediately, but I am afraid that he will come back late, and the old man will not be able to see his last face in case he has a chance. It's just that Ye Feng used the ghostly eyes to see the truth, the old man is just gone, and his life is not over, just wait for the seventy-seven to pass, and after forty-nine days, he will be able to wake up safely and recover as before. But the truth is that the heavenly opportunity cannot be revealed, and it is inconvenient to tell it, so it can only be left to be sad.

The midnight bell rang, and after twelve o'clock, it was already August 15, the Mid-Autumn Festival. Standing by the window, looking at the bright moon, Ye Feng's heart was full of desolation. There is an ancient poem that says: The mica screen candle shadow is deep, and the long river gradually falls and the stars sink. Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, and the blue sea and blue sky are night and night. How good do you say those two people love, why do you have to become immortals alone and suffer from loneliness and loneliness?

After all, Mr. Zhao is a person in the system, and no one knows anyone up and down the entire hospital, no one knows, carefully examines one by one, and treats seriously, but he can only use nutrient solution and wait for no way. It was busy until more than three o'clock in the morning, and with a special guard, Zhao Bodhi was able to go to the inner room to take a bath and rest. Ye Feng also returned to Mo Li's room, took a bath, and lay on the bed, but it was tossing and turning, and it was difficult to sleep.

Simply get up, sit on your knees, turn your heart to the sky, put the secret record of the ghost language in front of you, and then hold your breath and collect your mind, and use your body's perception to try to touch this book and all kinds of strange words and symbols on this book, but to no avail. But it was to calm down the body and mind, fix the six gods, and escape into the void in a moment, the primordial gods came out of the nine orifices, attracted by a nameless force, and went straight to the west desert north.

It's about 10,000 miles away, but I see that in front of me is an endless sea of Huangshi sand, and there is no grass growing for thousands of miles, and ghosts cry wolves and howl evil charms. The yellow sand is long, and the ancient city of dead trees. The yellow sand covers the sky, and there is no trace of the ancient city of dead trees. Suddenly, I saw a green space, and a stone gate suddenly appeared, and I stepped forward to push open the stone door and entered, but I walked into another world. The sky here is not heaven, the earth is not earth, the clouds fly under the feet, and the fish swim in the sky. All the way forward, there are mountains, water, stones, bridges, flowers and trees, strange insects and beasts.

But I saw that the flowers on the other side were blooming all over the ground, and there were treasures all over the mountains and forests. A white civet came out of nowhere, running and running, and turned into a young woman, she was outstanding, like a flower like jade, convex and backward, with a slender figure, a face like a peach blossom with buds, and her skin was like a condensation with incense. A smile and a charming life, and a gesture is affectionate. Seeing Ye Feng, he looked back and smiled, like waiting for the lover of the previous year, crying with joy, shaking his head and sighing; "Mu Tong, you're finally back."

"You are? Tsukihime? Ye Feng asked stupidly, "Where is this?" ”

The woman spread her arms and swirled in the wind, and her long hair and skirt flew with it, making people feel intoxicated, and said with a smile: "Don't you remember? This is the ghost of the sky, the city of Shura King! ”

"Isn't the hell? Shura King City? Ye Feng muttered to himself, "How did I come here?" ”

"I brought you here!" That Yueji smiled charmingly and said angrily, "Have you forgotten? It's been more than 300 years since we first met. Fortunately, nothing has changed. ”