A hint of evil appeared faintly from the depths of her eyebrows.

In the silent Hundred Herb Garden, an incomparably terrifying coercion appeared.

Chen Changsheng looked at her face in a daze, feeling the sinister intent between her eyebrows and the coercion of the sea around her, and subconsciously stopped struggling, vaguely guessing that something must have happened.

She looked into his eyes, and was the problem in his eyes?

No, the eyes are the windows to the soul.

She looked through his eyes and saw his sea of knowledge.

She couldn't see his thoughts, but she could clearly feel the consciousness that didn't belong to him.

That wisp of divine consciousness was very faint, but it was very tenacious, and it was very cunning, hidden in the deepest part of Chen Changsheng's sea of consciousness, and it was very difficult to distinguish it from those subconscious formed stones lying quietly on the bottom of the sea. Not to mention Chen Changsheng himself, even if she hadn't suddenly risen up tonight, wanting to look at Chen Changsheng, trying to find something in his face and eyes, so as to confirm or deny that conjecture, she looked extremely attentively and carefully, and there was no way to discover that extremely subtle divine sense.

"Who is so bold as to dare to do something to him. ”

She looked at the wisp of divine sense in the depths of Chen Changsheng's sea of consciousness and snorted coldly.

With this cold snort, a wisp of her divine sense entered Chen Changsheng's sea of consciousness. Of course, this was only a very small part of her total consciousness. Otherwise, with the strength of her divine sense, she was afraid that the moment she entered Chen Changsheng's sea of consciousness, he would die violently.

Rao is like this, when her wisp of divine consciousness entered, Chen Changsheng's sea of consciousness still fell into a violent storm, countless turbulent waves kept generating, countless bubbles were born on the surface of the sea, and even the deepest seabed was affected.

The wisp of divine consciousness that invaded Chen Changsheng's sea of consciousness, I don't know how long it had been hidden at the bottom of the sea, at this time, it was finally no longer able to continue to disguise, accompanied by the big waves that went deep into the bottom of the sea, and in an instant, the surrounding sea water was all dyed red.

An incomparably terrifying bloody meaning flooded between heaven and earth.

Chen Changsheng's sea of knowledge seemed to be about to turn into a sea of blood.

This wisp of hidden divine consciousness, after being hidden now, is so powerful, it can be imagined that if it was not discovered in advance, one day in the future, the owner of this wisp of divine consciousness wanted to secretly kill Chen Changsheng, how easy it would be!

Even now, that wisp of divine consciousness wanted to kill Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng didn't know anything. His sea of consciousness has now risen countless storms, and under the storm, it is gradually extending to the sky with blood. But he didn't realize it himself, he just felt a little trance.

Luckily, she sat across from him - whether Chen Changsheng was or wasn't that person, it was her business after all, and she didn't allow anyone else to touch it, even if it was her own dog that attacked Chen Changsheng.

Yes, at the moment when the wisp of divine consciousness at the bottom of the sea swung up with the sea, she knew who planted this wisp of divine consciousness in Chen Changsheng's sea of consciousness, because the smell of blood was too clear and too pungent.

She reached into the bowl and dipped some tea.

Chen Changsheng felt in a trance that he had gone back to a long time ago, when she dipped in tea and wrote an ice character on the stone table, helping him find Beixinqiao and thus find the black dragon.

But this time she wasn't going to write.

With a flick of her fingertips, a drop of tea landed on Chen Changsheng's eyebrows.

With a snort, the drop of tea turned into a white smoke and disappeared without a trace.

Chen Changsheng only felt a buzz in the sea, and fainted like this.

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At the same time that the drop of tea fell on Chen Changsheng's eyebrows, in the mansion in the North Terracotta Hutong, a teacup fell to the ground and shattered.

Zhou Tong's hand froze in the air, and his face was unusually pale, as if he had suffered a serious illness in a very short period of time. Then his hands trembled, and then, his whole body trembled, and the bright red robe was slightly curved on the surface because of the trembling, like a sea of blood swept by the wind.

At that moment, he had made a bowl of very good black tea, and when it was at the right temperature, he was about to drink it, when he suddenly felt an extremely violent pain in the sea.

The pain was so real that it was as if someone had stabbed him deep in the brain with a rusty knife, and even he couldn't bear the pain, and as soon as his fingers loosened, the bowl fell to the ground.

That is, he who has dealt with pain for half his life, can still sit in the chair at this time, although his face is pale and trembling, as if he is suffering from a vicious disease, at least he has not fainted.

At the moment when Zhihai was in pain, Zhou Tong knew what had happened.

In the small courtyard where the begonia flowers bloomed that day, he took advantage of the gloomy coercion of Zhou Prison, did not hesitate to waste his efforts, and used his means to hide a wisp of divine consciousness in the depths of Chen Changsheng's sea of consciousness.

The big red robe is worthy of being the most bizarre means of consciousness attack, and he did it quietly, neither Chen Changsheng nor Tang Thirty-six found out.

But no matter how powerful and weird the consciousness attack is, it must be subject to some kind of restriction after all, Zhou Tong's big red robe cannot allow him to find out the situation in Chen Changsheng's sea of consciousness all the time, more like a spy, hiding in the grassland deep behind enemy lines, recording what he sees, and when Zhou Tong retracts that wisp of divine consciousness in the future, he will be able to know what things and people Chen Changsheng has encountered in the past few days.

Of course, that Ranger-like divine consciousness can also launch a suicidal attack on the generals in the enemy camp at certain special moments.

This is also the means that Zhou Tong has prepared, he wants to control Chen Changsheng's life and death in his own thoughts.

However, he didn't expect that this wisp of his divine sense would be discovered by someone and directly wiped out by the other party!

That wisp of divine consciousness was wiped out, and it directly reflected into his sea of consciousness, causing him to be extremely seriously injured.

Who was it? Who was able to discover the wisp of divine consciousness hidden in the depths of Chen Changsheng's sea of consciousness? And who had such great magical powers, and who could actually break his big red robe so easily?

Zhou Tong's face was very pale, his eyes were bloodshot, he was shocked and puzzled, and he thought with a chill: Could it be the Pope?

There are very few people in this world who can see through the secret method of his big red robe, and there are only a few people in Kyoto, and the Pope is certainly among them. It's just that he made corresponding arrangements specifically to hide from the Pope's eyes, how can the Pope see through it?

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When Chen Changsheng woke up, he found that he had fallen asleep on the stone table.

He looked up and saw that the middle-aged woman had left at some point, the teapot and teacup on the stone table had disappeared, and the black sheep was gone. The night forest in the garden is still so beautiful, and the cheerful chirping of insects is everywhere.

It was a dream-like place, and he felt as if he had really dreamed before.

He didn't meet the middle-aged woman by the pond, he didn't come with her to the herb garden, he didn't sit across from her and drink tea.

He subconsciously reached out and touched his eyebrows, and found that the tentacles were slightly wet and cold.

He withdrew his finger and glanced at it, unsure that it was the drop of tea.

It's just that the slightly wet and slightly cool feeling is particularly good, from the eyebrows to the heart and spleen, making him feel very refreshed.

For some reason, he felt a lot more relaxed and sober, as if his body had been carefully washed from the inside out, leaving no dirt behind.

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Returning to the National Education College from the Baicao Garden, Chen Changsheng thought about what happened before, a little uneasy, meditated under the big banyan tree and began to look at himself, but he didn't find anything unusual, whether it was the secluded mansion, the sea of knowledge or the meridians, they were exactly the same as before, and those broken meridians were still blocked, the true yuan was not damaged, and the divine sense did not become stronger, but it was just ...... It seems to have a different atmosphere.

If his previous consciousness was as calm as water and as thick as a mountain, at this time, it was as if it had been washed by spring rain, and the water surface added a lot of agility and the mountain color added a lot of moisture.

Was it the change brought about by that drop of tea? Chen Changsheng didn't know, and he couldn't figure it out, so he sat under the lakeside tree for a long time before getting up and leaving.

Back in the small building, he routinely went to the room where the sleeves were folded first, the golden needle entered the neck, the true yuan crossed lightly, and the medicinal power diverged, and the means of treatment were always just those few.

After so many days of treatment, with Chen Changsheng's medical skills and those elixirs that came from the palace and stole from the Hundred Herb Garden, his body with folded sleeves had improved greatly, and he could be helped to walk two steps a few days ago. But he still lay on the bed for a long time, and he couldn't even turn over unless necessary, Xuanyuan Po once expressed puzzlement about this, only Chen Changsheng knew why.

The dark time of Zhou Prison left too many wounds on his folded sleeves, and those injuries were getting better on the surface, but the pain was still in his body.

Hurt is pain, the word hurt is inherently inseparable, if there is a movement, fold your sleeves will feel terrible pain, so that the wolf boy, who is known for his perseverance, would rather lie on the bed without moving.

Chen Changsheng knew how painful it was to fold his sleeves, so he would not think that he was unproductive, on the contrary, every time he saw his expressionless face, he would be amazed that folding sleeves could endure until now, without crying or shouting.

"After the meridians are completely repaired, you can invite the priests of the Thirteen Divisions of Qingzhen to come over and perform the Holy Light Technique. ”

Chen Changsheng took off the golden needle from his folded sleeves and said with some relief.

Suddenly, his fingers stopped. At this time, the tips of his thumb and index finger were holding the last golden needle between the folded sleeve and neck.

He knew very well that under the golden needle was an important meridian that both the human race and the demon race had, leading from the secluded mansion to the lower edge of the sea.

After folding his sleeves and being imprisoned in Zhou Prison, the first thing Zhou Tong did was to use a secret method to directly cut off his meridians and abolish his cultivation.

That meridian is too important and too sensitive, don't really touch it, even if you use your divine sense, it will make people feel uncomfortable, and if you really touch it, that kind of pain...... Chen Changsheng could only imagine that among the people he knew, he was only forbidden to fold his sleeves, so every time he put a needle here, he was extra careful and conservative.

He knew that the repair of that meridian could not rely on any external force, but only on time, so he had never given time for the folding sleeve to heal completely, and he had even been mentally prepared that it might take three years or even longer, however...... Just as he was about to remove the golden needle, he suddenly felt a faint fluctuation coming from under the golden needle.