Jiang Su frowned, silent, and secretly pondered in his heart.

How does the emotion when he speaks make me feel that he is in the shape of some incurable disease...... But when I took his pulse before, I didn't find any incurable diseases.

His body was indeed weak, but it was only a simple weakness.

The accumulation of cold and dampness in his body should not prevent him from remaining in this weak state for decades or even centuries.

Jiang Su imagined this, and vaguely guessed that there was a lot of inside information in it.

I can't say with certainty that I can be cured on impulse, and the disease in the monk's body is far from the law of ordinary people to pursue.

"Let's go, after returning to your Sword Sect, you will come directly to our residence."

Qi Wu heard that Jiang Su did not refuse, that is, she agreed.

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After a stick of incense.

In the room, the two sat opposite each other, one occupied a futon, and Fang Zhen rarely held his own cold slashing knife, independent of the courtyard, and his figure was slightly lonely.

"Say, there's always a cause, what's it." Jiang Supan sat with a straight waist and a solemn expression.

Now that the sun was setting, Qi Wu took the initiative to light a candle.

His voice spoke.

"I fell into the water once when I was a child. This water is the cold water that quenches the blade in the sect, and there are few cold products in the world, far more than it. Since then, my body has been far worse than before, and it has taken more time and energy to open the spiritual aperture than ordinary people. ”

"The speed of cultivation is far inferior to that of several other brothers, and even ...... Even my seventh sister knew that after opening the spiritual aperture, it took a few years to cultivate far more than me. ”

"Now I'm the lowest cultivator among the seven of us."

Qi Wu smiled silently and bitterly, as the elder brother of the fifth in the ranking, he was born decades earlier than his own bloodline, even nearly a hundred years.

But his cultivation is indeed at the bottom, and he even has to be overshadowed by them with sympathetic and pitying eyes all day long.

In just a few days with Jiang Su, he felt very comfortable, whether it was her sudden attack on him, or forcing herself into the brink of death.

Qi Wudu felt that all of this was equal.

He could not see mercy in the eyes of the blind man, nor could he feel burning pity in the indifference of this man.

"You're still a little bit stuffy." Jiang Su asked coldly, her face was serious, and even faintly bored.

This person seeks medical treatment, but he is vague about his own illness.

"What? Does Qi Wugongzi want me to guess? You say the cause of illness is in the water, so how long have you been in the water? ”

"Also, do you know that you already have the germ of demons in your heart?"

When Qi Wu heard this, he was slightly stunned, and said to himself:

"Demon in the Heart...... I really should have a demon in my heart. ”

Jiang Su suddenly erupted at this time, she grabbed Qi Wu's collar angrily, and asked, "I asked you how long you have been in the water?!! After you fall into the water, you leave the water after a few splashes, there will never be such a root of disease?! What the hell are you hiding, you don't tell everything clearly, how can I give you a prescription?! ”

Medical cultivation is not just a category of monks.

Whether it is in the present world or in the cultivation realm, it has its own deep reasons for existence.

Doctors, first heal the heart, then heal the disease, thousands of children in the world heart disease is the most difficult to treat!

This Qi Wu was secretive, and it was clear that there was an obstacle in his heart, but he was not unwilling to talk to Jiang Su.

First, he didn't regard Jiang Su purely as a medical cultivator, and second, he didn't treat Jiang Su as a teammate and a friend!

Jiang Su was disgusted by the fact that this person was clearly deliberately designed to have an extraordinary friendship with him, but he was timid and unwilling to accept his own past.

She now knows that this Qi Wu is really timid.

"I ......" Qi Wu's words came to his mouth, choked up and was silent.

"Three numbers, if you don't say it, I will directly strangle you to death, and you don't have to treat the disease, so as not to smear my Jiang Su's medical name."

"It's not me Jiang Su who you don't accept, it's yourself."

The girl in Tsing Yi knelt on her legs and leaned forward, and her hands slammed into Qi Wu's neck, eager to crush the bones in it.

Her fingers were cold, and the flesh of the man's neck was cold.

How could anyone be so cold, but pretend to be dressed in hot clothes?

He Qi Wu can't even be called hot, he is warm on the outside, cold on the inside, cold as ice.

The white-clothed monk curled up in the corner, a suffocating sense of impending death suffocated his forehead, straight down his nose, and the pressure on his neck was like a lock, locking his qi and blood, aura, and his ......

Past.

The cold fingertips touch the cold of the other.

Qi Wu's slender knuckles touched her wrist, and he struggled and shook his head.

“…… Kill me. ”

“……”

Jiang Su was stunned for a moment, the corners of his mouth suddenly turned up, and his voice was delicate and soft: "Okay."

As she said it, her subordinates worked harder, and she really made an attitude of wanting to kill this person.

Qi Wu's eyes were in a trance, he couldn't see the blind man's eyes clearly, tears were stirred up from the corners of his eyes, he tilted his head, tears flowed down his cheeks, his thin white neck was raised, his clothes were messy, and he was looming into his collarbone.

He is like a white swan in captivity in a lotus pond.

Brother, if I were about to die, would you come to me?

Brother, if I become a cold corpse, will you regret it......

"Bang-"

Between the sleeves of the whitefriar, a silver blade fell to the ground and rolled down at the feet of the two men.

“……”

Silence.

The next moment, Jiang Su suddenly let go of his hand and turned around to pick up the small silver blade at his feet.

"Looks like you're disappointed." Jiang Su said calmly.

Her fingers touched the silver blade, and her fingertips groped for the lines of the handle.

"Hmm...... You and I are disappointed. ”

Jiang Su sat cross-legged on the futon again, his body was upright, he was playing with the silver blade in his hand, and after being bored, he stretched out his hand again and handed it to Qi Wu.

"When you were dying, whether this thing would glow or absorb spiritual power, I didn't feel the change in spiritual power around me. Is it that your brother doesn't sense your situation, or is he not planning to come? ”

Qi Wu took it, his eyes were solemn and painful, and the sadness and bitterness almost converged into a unique aura around him.

"Glowing...... It glowed, but everything was as usual, it seemed that it was the elder brother...... I'm not going to come. ”

Jiang Su was surprised and said, "You brother, no." I gave you something, saying that I would come to save you in times of crisis, but it turned out that my words were not words. ”

"I thought he would show up so that my little sister could come along. It's really exciting, if the little sister sees me bullying and wants to strangle you, will she criticize me? ”

Jiang Su's heart was a little sour, compared to Qi Wu's pain, she was helpless.

The old monk said that he couldn't see the little senior sister recently, that is, he couldn't see him.

But almost a month has passed since he arrived in the Western Regions. The discussion meeting is about to start, and I should be able to meet my little sister at this time......

The scene between her and Qi Wu was just entertaining herself. There was no expected audience, and there was no lively ending.