Well, to be precise, whether it is the standing posture, expression, or even the amplitude of the hand swing, it is exactly the same as in that book, and these postures are the most natural, natural and instinctive, and you will never learn it if you don't practice it tens of thousands of times under the stick every day.

"Do you get nausea, retching or even abdominal cramps when you get close to the crowd, these three symptoms are the same as being crushed by stress, and when you get close to the crowd, you will be frightened, that is, the crowd is the cause of stress?

"Old Qiao, look ......"

Nangong Baiyun looked at Medi who was thinking about his brain one after another, he took the son of the patriarch to wander around the land to find famous doctors, and those so-called famous doctors couldn't even say what kind of disease the ancestor was born in, so he could only talk nonsense about some minor illnesses himself.

This time he really got a glimpse of the plan, Qiao Lao was really extraordinary, and he confirmed the cause of the disease with his hands, but it was just ...... What is stress?

"Mustard. ”

Medi looked at Nangong Zuling and shook his head: "Presumably because the family education is too strict, so he doesn't dare to face a large number of people, because that means that he violates etiquette and loses his demeanor as a sect son, and then he will be scolded and beaten at the lightest...... You lift his clothes to see if there's a wound all over the place, and you can let it go in front of your eyes because you don't put a similar amount of pressure on him. ”

Nangong Baiyun was silent, and after a pause, he slowly knelt down to Medi, let go of the solemnity of being the elder of the Nangong Sect and a generation of fire-fighting masters, knelt in front of Medi, and begged.

"Ask for the sympathy of Elder Qiao, this kid...... This child is so young, he deserves such a sin!"

"Elder, Elder, I'm fine, I'm the best. ”

Nangong Zu Ling panicked and wanted to help Bai Yun up, but he was pressed and knelt in front of Medi who was thinking about something.

"Hurry, Zu'er, you also beg Qiao Lao!"

Medi was speechless and put her hand on her forehead, "Why do you insist on using this kind of miserable routine, did I say that I would not allow it?"

"That old Joe......

"Yes, I don't. ”

Medi waved her hand lazily: "Mustard must be cured, where do you want me to find a flawless heart?"

Nangong Baiyun's eyes lit up: "Old Qiao, as long as you have a flawless heart?"

"No, grandpa, I'm not curing this disease!"

Nangong Zu Ling hugged Nangong Baiyun in horror: "I don't want to change my heart! Absolutely not! It doesn't matter if I can't cure it anymore, I don't want to exchange my grandfather's heart for that so-called life!"

Medi shrugged her shoulders and raised her hand to stop the dagger that Nangong Baiyun had raised against her chest.

"It's really a good filial piety, just use it as a medicine, let this child go to my carriage, give me half an hour's time, I can't suppress this mustard by chance. ”

"Thank you Qiao Lao!

The elder nodded with tears in his eyes, and a relaxed feeling of finally letting go of a big stone rose in the bottom of Er's heart.

"Your thank you was a little early. ”

Medi crossed her arms and shook her head, "My method is dangerous, it can only cure the symptoms and not the root cause, whether you like to admit it or not, this child came too late, his loveless childhood will affect his life, and it will only lead to disaster, and the evil cause planted by his parents will bear the most painful consequences." ”

The son of the head of the Nangong Sect family of Nangong Ancestral Ling, and the master of the Nangong family who came to Japan.

Inside the carriage, Medi looked at the young man with nervous and uneasy eyes, but still standing politely to greet him, and couldn't help but think in his heart.

This teenager can be said to be the spokesperson of the advanced at a certain level, and his outstanding talent and strict family education make him stand out, at least among the young people known to Medi, there is no peer who can beat this guy.

Although the strict family education molded him into a handsome person, it also made him suffer from the fear of the eyes of the people, whenever he saw the people of the eyes, it was impossible to worry about what to do if he said the wrong thing and did the wrong thing.

The huge pressure transformed by this kind of sorrow made Nangong Zu Ling feel uncomfortable when he saw a large number of people, nausea, retching, and even symptoms such as a nervous gastrointestinal outbreak.

"Your illness is called Mustard, and there is no medicine stone in the world that can cure you. ”

Medi said frankly: "You can also think that you have no other problems except that you can't face the living people, but in fact you have suffered from a disease called 'lack of love' in your heart, and the only way to save you is to find Shaoguang Machine and go back to the past to save your childhood, and I can't do this temporarily." ”

Nangong Zuling looked at Medi with a bewildered expression, completely unable to understand what the old ancestor's words meant, and on the other side of the carriage, Shuo Fangling was 'glaring' with a vinegar face, and found that the person in the carriage was precisely because of this guy's inconvenience, so the teacher has not rewarded her who has just won the grand prize.

"Senior Medi, can't even you cure me?"

Although I couldn't hear the deep meaning of Medi's words, I couldn't do it, which made Nangong Zuling's eyes dim, because of this treacherous illness, his status in the family plummeted, and it also disappointed his parents who had the greatest hopes for him.

Seeing that the elder grandfather was so serious about this fresh mask Bai Sue, he still had a little plan in his mind, and sure enough, ......

"For the sake of your filial piety just now, for the sake of me and Bai Yun, it is not difficult to help you treat this kind of disease that is afraid of seeing people, and it can even be said that it is easy to get excited. ”

Medi lazily put her hand on Shuo Fang's head, and squinted at Nangong Zuling while rubbing the angry girl's hair: "So when you say that there is no cure, you mean the origin of your disease...... Don't you think that being afraid of the eyes is the root of your disease?"

Nangong Ancestral Spirit, who still couldn't understand the deep meaning of Medi's words, only heard the words 'can cure him of the disadvantages of being afraid of people', and after repeatedly confirming that he had heard correctly, he was full of excitement, and bowed his head at the first time: "Ask the ancestors, give the ancestor a way to save his life!"

"I said I would cure you, and you didn't ask for it. ”

Medi waved his hand to show that the excited boy stood up on his own, and then whispered, "Then it is imperative to start now, and I will ask you a question, what kind of person do you think I am? Judging by my age, my appearance, and the tone of my voice." ”

Although the ancestral spirit who remembered the advice tightly didn't know why Medi would ask such a question, the first light **: "You are a powerful magician who is the boss, and you are at the mercy of the voice at the age of about seventy or eighty, and you are a hero who has intervened in the eradication of the White Lotus Sect, is it enough?"

The boy's apprehensive words made Medi shake her head, and then he switched back to his youthful voice, and took off his mask to hide his face, "It's all wrong. ”

Looking at this man who was seven or eight years older than himself, Nangong Zuling's mouth opened wide, and his face was incredulous.

"You will feel pressure on the people of the eyes, because you are the Nangong Ancestral Spirit, the patriarch of the Nangong family in Japan, you can't embarrass yourself, you can't embarrass others, and it's impossible to shame your family, so you have to become a seamless Nangong Ancestral Spirit in the eyes of others, so ...... What if you weren't yourself anymore?"

Medi pushed her mask in front of the young man's eyes, and said with a chuckle: "Do you want to try this mask that has been used for strange magic?" You also saw that after wearing the mask, I am completely different from the other two people who took off the mask, this is the magic of this mask, when you put on this mask, you are no longer Nangong Ancestral Spirit, but a fire master who has forgotten his name and his life is vacant. ”

Nangong Ancestral Ling's hands trembled, and he picked up the mask as if he was enchanted, put it on his face, and then stood in front of a mirror.

Indeed, bring the old ...... After the mask of the ancestors, the self in front of the mirror has become less like himself, unless he is familiar with people, he will never recognize it, as if he is not as mysterious as the ancestors said, he is now Nangong Ancestral Spirit.

"No matter how you look at it, it won't help, it's better to go inside and feel realistic. ”

After hearing Medi's seductive words, Nangong Zuling couldn't help but look into the car window, and then he was nervous, and walked towards the enthusiastic crowd slowly.

Outside the carriage, Nangong Zu Ling pressed his chest, Shuo Fangling, in order to get out of touch with the Shuo Fang clan who regarded her as a family plan, used the Sky Control Technique to escape, causing a big chaos around the ring now, so he had already made himself nauseous and breathless in this kind of pomp, but now he is the most peaceful.

Nangong Zu Ling put the hand pressing his chest in front of his eyes, looking at the hand that was constantly trembling, but now this hand was no longer trembling due to fright, but excited, and he could finally return to his normal life and his normal excitement.

It's really like what the ancestors said, because of his identity as the young master of Nangong, and after wearing the mask, he is no longer the young master of Nangong, but another self! Yes, this is where the magic of this mask lie......s!

"Brother, what are you doing here?"

A puzzled voice made Nangong Zuling, who was excited, seem to have been poured a basin of cold water on his head, and looked at Nangong Zuna, who was looking for curiosity beside him.

"You...... How do you recognize me?"

didn't notice that his brother's tone was wrong, Nangong Zuna said justifiably: "If you want to fool me with a mask, at least change your clothes, this mask is really ugly." ”

As she spoke, the girl reached out curiously to touch the mask.

Syllable!

With a loud voice, Nangong Zu Ling slapped his sister's hand away, and at the same time took two steps back to protect his mask and said sharply, "Don't touch it!"

"It's just a broken mask, look at your magic weapon!"

The little girl's eyes widened dissatisfiedly, and then she simply ran away, she also rushed to find Shuo Fangling, who didn't know where to hide, it was impossible to use any trick to drain the air in her lungs but deceived her, it was really not an ordinary hate, and when she found it, she didn't have time to play with her fresh brother.

Nausea, retching, abdominal cramps......

Sure enough, as the ancestors said, the cause of their own illness!

Nangong Zu Ling pressed his stomach, panting heavily, after being exposed by Nangong Zuna, that kind of pressure naturally returned, even if no one around recognized him as the young master of the Nangong family, he couldn't stop his constant thoughts, the result was that the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became, he could only pant and move back to the carriage to look at Meddie.

"Ancestor, I need a set of clothes! a set of ordinary ink robes like you...... No, there is also a risk of being recognized by people relying on temperament, please give me a set of clothes for women to wear, please, money is not a problem, you can do it!"

Looking at the young man who was clasping the mask, Medi looked at her disciple with her chin twisted, although she couldn't see it, the girl instinctively hugged her body and shouted, "Teacher, you can't sell my clothes to the Abnormal......! I won't be able to get married, and I'll eat you for the rest of my life!

Faced with Shuo Fangling's coercion, Medi shrugged her shoulders and said indifferently, "Then you are still bothered to take this boy to buy clothes inside, remember to hide it." ”

Under the order, Shuo Fangling could only reluctantly shout at Nangong Ancestral Spirit to raise the idiot, and then walked quickly inside.

After a long period of silence, Medi said lightly to the outside of the car: "Don't you have anything to say? ”

"That's what the ancestral spirit desires the most right now. ”

Nangong Baiyun looked at the young man in the distance with complicated eyes: "The old man really can't open that mouth, there is indeed a sentence that must be said to you, Old Qiao." ”

"Say, I'll listen. ”

Medi reclined, indifferent to the road.

"Thank you, thank you really, if it weren't for you, although the ancestral spirit would be fine with his body, his soul would be wiped out sooner or later, so thank you, thank you. ”

The current Nangong Baiyun is not a master of fire, nor is he an elder of the sect, he is like an old man who is heartbroken for his grandson and speaks incoherently in front of Medi's eyes.

"Please provide me with your location, Old Qiao, the Nangong family will give the most suitable treatment for this rare and treasure-like mask. ”

"It's too early to thank me. ”

Medi yawned and shook her hand and said: "I've seen too many people who have been molded into the consciousness of an old good man in reality, what kind of troll will become on the Internet, if there is no external force to intervene, Nangong Zuling will soon become such a person, he who has been oppressed by morality and politeness one after another, after getting out of touch with these rules and regulations, how a distorted personality will erupt, I can't guess." ”

Nangong Baiyun nodded thoughtfully and said, "Elder Xie Qiao reminds me that I will investigate the state of the ancestral spirit more these days, and I won't let him fall into the Demon Dao." ”

"Now that I've done your request, it's time for you to leave. ”

Medi posed as a banquet guest, and Nangong Baiyun was not in a hurry to leave, but instead got into the carriage and looked at Medi with a solemn expression.

"The matter of the ancestral spirit is indeed completed, and my matter has not been properly handled, Qiao Lao. ”

As soon as Nangong Baiyun arrived, Medi keenly smelled the breath of annoyance, and he just wanted to stop Nangong Baiyun from talking, regretting that it was too late, and the old man had already said things easily at the fastest speed.

In the East, a group of monks who practiced water control were killed, and a person with an unknown body broke through the gate of Shuiruo Temple with a thunderbolt, slaughtering a large group of monks who ate fasting and chanted scriptures.

If it was just an ordinary murder, Medi wouldn't have paid attention to the matter of revenge, and when the victim was named the monk of the water room, things suddenly became not easy, and the most supple of the people around the warlock land, the group of bald donkeys who inherited the concept of goodness and water and had no quarrel with the world were really killed?!

"I've been over there, and I've thoroughly investigated the inside and outside of the Shui Ruo Room, and I can already confirm that the people around me belong to the Central and Eastern forces and have been completely dismissed, and from now on, only Shuo Fang, who controls the wind, Ximen, who controls the earth, and Nangong, who controls the fire, will be left in the Yuorcer Land. ”

Even if there was one less opponent for no reason, Nangong Baiyun didn't have any happy thoughts, only palpitations, so he used a serious tone to tell Medi this sentence that made the high-level leaders of the three major forces anxious.

"Why is it an unknown person, are there any witnesses?"

Medi asked, chin clenching.

"No force can change the military power that can destroy Shuiruoji Temple in one night under the noses of the four major forces, so although I don't want to admit it, this tragedy is very likely to be done by one person. ”

Nangong Baiyun said solemnly: "Old Qiao, who do you think I had?"