Look at the carefree mute playing with butterflies not far away.

A voice appeared in Jing Ge's head: Isn't it good for him to be like this? carefree, and he doesn't need to bear any responsibilities and burdens.

This voice was rejected by Jing Ge before it appeared.

"No, you're wrong. ”

What is the point of living if a person has no consciousness of himself?

After Jing Ge had eaten his fill, he began to try to repair his dantian again.

As long as this dantian can't be repaired for a day, she can't cultivate for a day, and even if she has an empty head of cultivation methods, she can't use it.

In addition to that, it is the forging of physical arts.

Physical forging is the basic kung fu of martial artists.

A martial artist who has reached the pinnacle of physical forging can be compared to a spiritual cultivator who returns to the gods.

The cultivation level of a warrior is divided into martial apprentice, martial artist, samurai, martial spirit, martial god and martial king.

The speed of cultivation depends on one's innate qualifications and acquired comprehension ability.

Jing Ge has now reached the cultivation of martial arts, and because of her innate martial artist Huigen, coupled with her rich experience, she has few opponents among her peers.

It's just that if you want revenge, if you want to restore the title of miracle doctor, if you want to live freely, you have to repair the dantian.

"Can you read?" Jing Ge asked the mute.

The dumb man shook his head, nodded again, and suddenly picked up a small branch and wrote three words on the ground: Silence extinguished.

"Is this your name?"

"Ho. The mute nodded and shook his head, then his name, then himself, and then shook his head.

said he didn't know.

The dumb man should only be able to write these three words, and nothing else, but he doesn't know if these three words are his own name.

"Whether it was before or not, this will be your name in the future, how about I call you Ah Xuan?"

The mute nodded excitedly, excited to accept his new name.

"Master, His Royal Highness the Seventh Highness really doesn't know the whereabouts of the Blood Spirit Bead, and is now searching all over the city. The man in black knelt in front of Xi Changgui and said.

Xi Changgui had a pair of dick eyes, rolled his eyes, peeled a grape for himself, and ate it: "Continue to investigate, and by the way, find someone to spread the news and transfer the whereabouts of the beads outside the city." ”

"Yes, sir. ”

Sunny daytime.

At the foot of the gate of the capital, there is a little Taoist priest who can tell fortunes, and there is a bunch of pockmarks on his face, which is so dense that it can make people's hearts hairy.

"This donor, I see that your Yin Tang is black, and I'm afraid that you haven't been sleeping peacefully at night recently, right?" The hand stretched out by the fortune teller was whiter and softer than a woman's hand.

The little Taoist priest pinched the woman's palm, looked at it carefully, and looked at it carefully: "Tsk, has the donor often had nightmares these past few nights, or are they all terrible dreams?"

When the fortune teller said the word terrible, the fan in his hand unfolded, blocked his face, approached the woman, and deliberately lowered his voice: "I'm afraid that the one who has found ...... back"

"Nonsense!" the woman was shocked and frightened.

The fortune teller took the fan back.

Unfolded it again, fanned it a few times, and looked at the woman with a smile: "Am I talking nonsense, the donor knows best in his heart." ”

Those eyes that seem to see through everything make people's hearts furious.

The woman was already weak-hearted, and she was frightened when she was stared at like this, bowed her head and admitted her mistake, and shouted: "Master, save me, I didn't kill that person, I just didn't save her, but I'm also afraid of death." ”

When Jing Ge heard this, a cold color flashed in his eyes.