When the old village chief who was holding a meeting in the town heard the news, he happily smoked two good cigarettes that his daughter had sent earlier, and only finished the meeting in the evening, but he had to walk more than ten miles of mountain roads to rush back.

When I arrived in the village, it was dark, but the stars and moon were bright, and the light shining on the ground could make people see the road ahead.

In the evening, he went to Song's house to have a look, her family was in the big house, and after thinking about it, he asked her to come out alone.

He touched Song Yi's head with satisfaction, and said kindly: "Good boy, your brain is fast and clever!" It's right to think more about yourself, the village chief doesn't ask you to return to the village, just go out and live well, and stay in the big city to live in the future! ”

Song Yi really cried at that time, crying all night, and the next day his eyes were swollen like peaches, malnourished, his face was sallow, and his lips were white and dry and peeling.

The next day she packed a small bag of luggage, was taken to the city she had never been before, pinched the train ticket given by the village chief and took the train for almost two days, and came to the bustling Kyoto.

Song Yi really didn't understand anything at that time, he hit a wall several times, he was almost taken away by uneasy and well-meaning people several times, and there were times when he didn't receive his salary, but he finally made up enough tuition and half a month's living expenses.

Later, it was a short and long college year for four years, during which she worked part-time in addition to classes, and few people in the school were familiar with her, which is why her classmates at the graduation party said that she was withdrawn.

Half a month later, the onboarding handover.

This time is not long, and it is not short, but Song Yi's hometown is far away, and it is not a short time to go back and forth, if there are other emergencies, it will only take more time, and this time is really not enough.

Song Yi's mind spun around, thought about it for a while, and bought the ticket without impulse, or decided to wait a little longer and buy it tomorrow, in case it was just a whim at the moment, and he didn't want to go home tomorrow.

Shuguang spoke up again: "Xiaoyi, the new version of the cultivation plan has been corrected, and it is expected to be carried out from this evening, the first step is assisted by a medicinal bath, I Ching cleanses the marrow, transfers the blood veins, and shapes the spirit body, and the time point has been separated from your plan." ”

"Okay, do I need anything to prepare?" Song Yi was surprised by Shuguang's efficiency, but she couldn't help but have some expectations in her heart.

Shuguang continued: "The medicinal bath is milder than taking the pill, but if your body wants to bear it now, it will not be able to avoid the pain, the measurement will be improved step by step, the best plan for quenching the body has been selected, and the required elixir and other spiritual materials will be deducted with points, and 30 points have been automatically deducted. ”

"At present, the points cannot be exchanged for Yaoding, the plan has been changed, and it has now been changed to a bathroom bathtub, and you can go now."

Song Yi went to the bathroom according to the guidance of the dawn, and there was indeed a bathtub in the bathroom that occupied a large area, and it was more than enough for her to lie down completely.

Having lived here for a few days, she has been using the shower and has never used the bath.

At Shuguang's suggestion, Song Yi vacated the bath basket next to him, and suddenly appeared full of medicinal herbs and filled the basket.

She didn't dare to blink for a moment, although she was already prepared in her heart, but seeing this magical scene still had a big impact on her worldview.

From childhood to adulthood, the official propaganda is against feudal superstition, and after the founding of the People's Republic of China, it is not allowed to become a fine and so on.

Song Yi swallowed a mouthful of saliva and casually pinched out a medicinal herb from the basket, which looked very strange, the whole body was blood-red, twisted and twisted, and covered with roots.

Other medicinal materials also have their own peculiarities and strangeness, all in all, they don't look like serious medicinal materials, and even when Song Yi turned it over, he also turned out suspected animal limbs and ores.

Under the command of Shuguang, Song Yi boiled out a pool of fishy, pungent, thick and black medicinal liquid, and Song Yi obviously had deep doubts about cultivating immortals after making the medicinal liquid.

However, this mood did not last long after she lay down in the pool, which looked terrifying, but it was warm and soft when she lay down.

But in two minutes, the tingling and itching sensation spread all over the body, and this itchy feeling could even penetrate deep into the bone marrow, Song Yi's body couldn't help but start curling, his hand tightly grasped the edge of the bathtub and tried to control it, but his fingers couldn't control the smooth porcelain wall.

Song Yi looked at the ceiling with blank eyes, dazed and struggling in his eyes.

Shuguang observed Song Yi's state, calculated that Song Yi was very likely to be unable to control himself from turning out of the medicinal liquid bath, and asked when Song Yi was still conscious: "To avoid the waste of decoction and ineffective quenching, do you want to exchange the spirit binding rope control?" ”

Song Yi didn't know anything about cultivating immortals, so she naturally agreed with Shuguang's suggestion.

Deduct 10 points to exchange for a milky white rope that is not short.

Song Yi can't raise his hand at all now, he doesn't have spiritual power, and he can't control this magic weapon to tie himself up at all, but Shuguang has this ability.

After getting Song Yi's consent, Shuguang carefully entered the aura to control the spirit rope, and firmly tied her from her neck to her ankles, like a bundle of white radish.

White radishes quickly turned into carrots.

Song Yi, who was tied up, couldn't even take care of it at this time, the itch of the medicine penetrating through the skin and flesh into the bone marrow had turned into pain, the fair skin quickly became red in the medicine pool, and the smooth and smooth body curve was also swollen, as if it could bleed when touched.

Song Yi remembered the worst time she was beaten by her parents, she secretly signed up for junior high school behind their backs and was discovered, and the two of them were beaten together with firewood sticks, and they didn't hurt so much.

Feeling countless needles piercing his body, he struggled to open his mouth, and let out two breaths weakly, but he couldn't make a sound.

The invisible thick needles pierced into the flesh and would not stop, and the dense needles seemed to have small thorns like hooks, whirling and tumbling through her body, penetrating into the flesh, through the muscles and into the bones.

That kind of piercing pain Song Yi had no way to describe in words, and his consciousness had fallen into a blur.

The medicinal bath is indeed a good thing, but the medicinal power is still too strong for her weak body, and it is not a good thing for her to soak for a long time, seeing that the time is almost up, Shuguang dragged Song Yi out of the bath with a spirit binding rope.

The medicated bath lasted for just three hours, which was not even as long as the time she usually spent reading novels, but during that time, she really felt what it means to be like a year.

The body was crumpled and reorganized, and it was as painful as it was, mixed with itching, but it was so tightly tied that it couldn't even struggle.

was dragged out, she was slumped on the ground, her whole body was itchy and painful, she didn't have any strength at all, she didn't give up and tried again, but unfortunately she couldn't even control her fingertips, and if she moved, her brain would be blank, and she would even fall into a garbled feeling.

Song Yi lay peacefully on the ground, completely giving up the struggle.

After a dozen or so minutes, she could only barely lift her eyelids, turn her head, which was already not very bright due to pain, and consider whether she would sleep on the ground for the night today.

At the same time, Aurora took control of the shower, flushed her clean, and finally dragged her to the couch in the living room.

Song Yi couldn't even raise his energy to say anything else to Shuguang, and after feeling that he had been moved to the soft and comfortable sofa, he fell asleep tiredly.

By the time she got up from the couch, it was noon the next day.