Luo Gan's physique is different from ordinary people, and his recovery ability is also strong (tǐng). But this time there really seems to be no sign of recovery, and it is even worse than that time in Jiangdu...... It's as if the spirit of the seven or eight has been sucked away.

Ji Zichun came to Mingshuang to discuss taking care of Luo Gan (qíng), Mingshuang thought about it again and again, and finally chose to stay in Xiaoxian Village to take care of Luo Gan.

They were all surprised. Compared with Luo Gan, who started halfway, Mingshuang shouldn't care more about his junior sister?

After waiting for several days, Luo Gan finally regained some consciousness, came to his senses, and could see people.

Strangely, he often lies on this (chuáng) and stares at them quietly, occasionally saying something like "I'm hungry", "I'm uncomfortable", "I want to pee", etc.

As for the decoction that Luo Gan takes every day, it is all fried by Mingshuang himself. In order to decoction medicine for Luo Gan, a lot of blisters were burned on his hands.

After a long delay, Xiao Dried Fish was completely impatient to continue waiting. She urged Ji Zichun to go on the road every day, and she didn't dare to say cruel words because of her own concerns.

So she took Xiao Li and went to deal with the matter of the rat demon (qíng) by herself, and the number of times she showed favor to Ji Zichun in Ping (rì) became more frequent.

Time passed day by day, and Luo Gan still couldn't get off (chuáng).

Just when Mingshuang (yù) was desperate, an unexpected guest arrived in Xiaoxian Village—two to be exact.

They came to this place in a way that Mingshuang could never have dreamed of.

They met Xiao Li and Xiao Yugan outside the village together, and when they heard about Luo Gan's matter (qíng), they rushed over in a hurry.

Reunited with his sister, Xiao Li was very happy. Because she stayed in the human form of the grass piercing person, Xiao Ku could see her, and because Xiao Ku became a corpse cultivator, she couldn't recognize her.

Today's Xiao Ku can only recognize his master, Lin Huaduan.

On this day, Lin Huaduan quickly started treatment for Luo Gan.

The bull demon that was lowered that time was not completely defeated, because Luo Gan became more and more weak when he hit the last few hits.

As soon as Lin Huaduan decided on the treatment plan, the bull demon ran over again.

Fortunately, Mingshuang was stopped by a few people, they knew that wanton killing would damage their merits, and they had been guarded by Xiao Yugan for the past few days.

However, the small dried fish is too disobedient.

But without giving them time to be annoyed, the bull demon blew up the outside of the room where Luo Gan was resting at the expense of himself.

Mingshuang, Ji Zichun, Xiao Li and others were injured to varying degrees, but fortunately, Luo Gan's room was not blown up.

It's a pity that after receiving such a blow, Luo Gan, who was still in a state of wandering, was so frightened that he almost lost his soul.

Lin Hua rushed in, and saw Luo Gan lying on top of the chuáng, twitching and trembling, and retching in large gulps.

He immediately used his spiritual power to help him clear his body, and all the spiritual energy that was infused leaked out of the soles of his feet, and only half of it was gone.

In other words, Luo Gan's spiritual root is not closed.

He noticed that Luo Gan opened his mouth wide and tried to inhale desperately, but for some reason he couldn't inhale it.

Lin Hua called Mingshuang to fetch water, and he pricked needles all over the body of Luo Qian (shēn) before he stepped forward and pressed his hands together at his mouth (xiōng).

After dissipating his senses, a light flashed through his mind.

Luo Gan's spiritual root is not an ordinary spiritual root.

He instructed Xiao Ku: "Red Spirit Stone, Four Elephant Instrument Mirror, Deep Sea Ice Spirit Crystal, Hundred Years of Ginseng." In the medicine box, go get it!"

At this time, Mingshuang had just come in with a basin of cold water, and Lin Huaduan quickly instructed: "The coals and knives are in the kitchen, go get them quickly!"

At present, he can only instill aura to stabilize Luo Gan's condition, although he can enter and exit as much as he wants, and he can only walk half of the body (shēn).

Therefore, after losing one side (shēn) body, he had to switch positions to let the aura run the other side (shēn) body, which was extremely torturous for Luo Gan.

His sluggish consciousness returned to consciousness under the stimulation of the aura, and his breathing gradually became unblocked, but the demonic energy in his body invaded all parts of his (shēn) body, and his head seemed to burn.

Lin Huaduan took a towel with one hand to wipe his sweat with one hand, and the water from the wet towel hit his head.

He closed his eyes, the cold water stimulated him, Lin Huaduan's purpose was to keep him awake.

He ripped off Luo Gan's shirt, and a silk bag caught his attention among the bits and pieces that fell out.

He couldn't help but be stunned, this silk bag looked very ordinary, but the aura contained in it was very rich.

Subconsciously opened it, and he found a piece of jade jue inside. This is an innate spirit treasure with immortal energy.

Just for a moment, Lin Huaduan picked it up and put it in Luo Gan's palm and told him to hold on.

It's a little strange in my heart that Luo Gan has this piece of jade, but the jade has undoubtedly become Luo Gan's life-saving talisman at this moment.

The hundred-year-old ginseng he told Xiao Ku to take may not be able to hang Luo Gan's (xìng) life.

It was a sleepless night. Lin Hua made an opening in one part of his (shēn) body, which led to the tainted blood contaminated with demonic energy.

Mingshuang boiled a large pot of water (rè) and ran back and forth in the guest room kitchen, bringing clean water in and blood out.

After Lin Hua carefully sewed the incision for him, it was almost time for the sun to go down.

At this time, Lin Huaduan asked Mingshuang to go back to the room to rest first, and the next treatment only needed him alone.

He needed to melt the red spirit stone to wash Luo Gan's marrow. The remnants of the demonic qi and other evil qi that took advantage of the void could not be cleaned up by simply drawing blood, and if he did not wash the marrow, Luo Gan would become a real waste if he did not die.

The next thing is the key to rescuing Luo Gan, the red spirit stone can purify and preserve qi, but the pain experienced in the process is comparable to that of a pregnant woman giving birth.

"Luo Gan, you have to be mentally prepared!" Lin Huaduan put the red spirit stone in the palm of his hand, and slowly melted the red spirit stone away, "Thirty-three washing marrows, you must not fall asleep!"

The blood-red liquid quickly sublimated, and under Lin Huaduan's guidance, it entered the jet-black mark of his (xiōng) chest.

At that moment, Luo Gan's body felt like he had been drilled into countless ants, his hands and feet were tied to his head, and he couldn't scratch and struggle, he could only writhe his body in pain and let out a desperate roar.

"Hold on!" Lin Huaduan gave the red aura directions by pressing the corresponding (xué) position, cleaning up the evil in his body little by little.

The stench of demonic energy seeped from his body, and it felt like tearing his skin and breaking his bones.

Stained blood, black water, sweat, and excrement from 下 (shēn) 失 (jìn) make the whole zhang (chuáng) filthy. He witnessed all this soberly, and the dying patient lying on the chuáng had no dignity.

"Hold on!"

I can't remember the first ones, Lin Huaduan was afraid that he would bite his tongue and stuffed a towel into his mouth.

He whimpered and gasped, and Lin Huaduan kept repeating the three words "hold on", and his entire (shēn) clothes were soaked with sweat.

"After all this, you will have a new life. Luo Gan, you have to hold on!"

Whenever he fainted from the pain, the jade jue in his hand seemed to feel it, sending a comfortable (chūn) wind-blowing true qi into his palm, pulling him in the direction of his life. A large string of tears slid out of the corners of his eyes soaked the pillow, and the thought of seeking death would be interrupted by Lin Huaduan's shouts every time he rose.

When he was living on the streets, he was hungry and cold, and his mother paid a lot of money to bring him up.

For half a steamed bun, the gentle and virtuous lady who read poetry and books moved a big stone and stoned the dog to death, and for food, she killed people and set fire to it several times and was almost killed.

Later, he found out that this woman bowed her head to life, betrayed her soul and betrayed herself without telling him, and tortured herself into a person who was not a ghost.

The belief of survival lingered in his heart repeatedly, and he finally successfully underwent the thirty-three cleansing steps. Weak enough to see the first rays of dawn in the morning piercing through the window, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

I slept until the evening, and I was so hungry that I finally woke up. He thought about everything from last night in a daze, thinking that the room should be dirty and messy, but (shēn) didn't have that greasy feeling on his body.

He tried several times and finally sat up (shēn), and his body was softer than ever.

The clothes on (shēn) were new, the covered bedding was new, and he smelled a wisp of fragrance. The floor was spotlessly clean and the room was filled with the refreshing scent of incense.

His (shēn) body was also clean, as if nothing had happened last night—but the hideous scar of the (xiōng) chamber reminded him that Lin Hua had pulled him back from the Ghost Gate last night.

He wanted to shout Mingshuang, but he couldn't make a sound when he opened his throat. So he could only knock on the board (chuáng) and knock knock......

"There seems to be a voice!" the door was pushed open, and he made a ghostly face (qíng) in front of the frost of Luogan. However, he quickly changed to a concerned god (qíng), "You have finally woken up, and I will pour you water." ”

The fear in Mingshuang's eyes, he saw in his eyes.

In fact, he could also imagine what a night of rescue would destroy him into, Mingshuang was lucky not to dislike himself, and he also fed him water and food himself.

When Xiao Li brought the decoction over, he was so frightened that he saw Luo Gan's appearance, but fortunately, Mingshuang, who was guarding the house, quickly stabilized the plate, and the decoction was not spilled.

Luo Gan smiled bitterly in his heart, how ugly he had become.

For the next nearly three days, he couldn't get off at all (chuáng), and he needed Mingshuang to help take care of his food, drink, and Lazar. Lin Huaduan took Xiao Ku to dig up medicinal herbs in the nearby mountains and used them to decoction for him to take the medicinal soup of the conditioning (shēn) body.

The small dried fish began to urge Ji Zichun to set off again. This time, Luo Gan was able to leave the room.

Mingshuang often took Luo Qian out for a walk, and inadvertently, he learned that Lin Huaduan was also going to Yuan Sword Dao with Xiao Ku.

Several people happened to be peers, and with Lin Hua there, it was impossible for Luo Gan to worry about his life. Ji Zichun took the small dried fish and left first.

Xiao Li originally wanted to stay, but his own sister, who had been refining into a corpse, seemed to have really become a stranger.

She hated Lin Huaduan a little, but she didn't dare to say it, so she left with Xiao Yugan.

The matter of Xiaoxian Village (qíng) will always make Luo Qian feel a lot of emotion.

It is said that there is a high probability that it is man-made.

He had read the book of the sages, in which it was said that "heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs." All things are created equal, and the laws of nature between heaven and earth do not favor any living being. No one can escape birth, old age, sickness and death, and everyone will endure joys and sorrows.

But since he came into contact with cultivation at Uncle Yang's, he only felt puzzled. Some people are born with spiritual roots and have unique conditions for cultivation, while others are born at the bottom and do not possess spiritual roots, let alone the wealth of the worldly world.

If all this is reasonable, it is the fate of heaven and earth. The so-called capable people work hard, shouldn't those monks who absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and cultivate to a high level of profundity protect the people in the world?

He took a deep breath and suddenly felt that the world was in chaos. Those with high cultivation can kill civilians at will, and those with high ranks can call on the people at the bottom at will. People in the world are divided into levels and levels, but the grassroots people are the vast majority. If we can't guarantee their safety, how can we ensure the stability of the world?