Chapter 20 Floating Word Book "Bring it!" Zhong Xiu couldn't persuade her, so he had to go and get the book box. The bookcase is light and sturdy. Even if the outside is a little worn, the inside is padded so the things placed inside the partitions will not be easily damaged. Including Rong Qing's notebook. Rong Qing pinched the book cover, and her hand shook, and she turned directly to the last few pages that had not been filled out. You have to look carefully to discover the special feature of the last piece of paper. "what!" Amid Zhong Xiu's exclamation, Rong Qing pressed hard on the broken end of her little finger. The expected bloody scene did not occur.
The last piece of paper was still spotless white. The blood that had burst out seemed to have passed through this place and flowed to an unknown place. However, there were no other visions. "Isn't that enough?" he murmured. There seemed to be a faint voice coming from a very far distance. "Not enough...give me...more..." Rong Qing's vision began to darken. Should I hold on? Or should I save my life for the time being? What did Sword Master Chongyu say when he gave this item to her? At that time, Rong Qing held the brocade bag, untied the opening, and inside was a rolled-up piece of paper. Ah, could it be some "shameful words" that she was too embarrassed to say? She felt like a little deer was alive in her heart. Rong Qing opened it right in front of Zhongyu. It is a piece of snow-white and flawless paper. She hadn’t written a single word yet…the deer in her heart was shattered. "What do you mean?" Rong Qing didn't understand. Was he trying to make fun of her? "When you are truly ready to start practicing," Chongyu didn't care about the other party's attitude, "use your blood essence to refine this. But you must remember, once you start practicing, there is no turning back." Does that mean people are not allowed to change their cultivation techniques? Rong Qing thought to herself, which boss's inheritance is this? "Then I still don't want it." Haha. While Rong Qing was speaking, she put away the brocade bag and stuffed it into the storage ring. "Don't think about auctioning it." A cold voice came.
The only one who could speak Rong Qing's mind so frankly was Sword Master Chongji. His figure gradually emerged and appeared in the mustard seed domain of his twin brother Chongyu. "Fuck, you know it again?" Rong Qing turned her head to look at him unhappily, "Didn't you give it all to me?" "I've never heard of any fool putting a floating book up for auction." Rong Qing wanted to refute the "idiot" assessment, but after thinking about it, she decided to ask the main point first, "Floating Word Book?" "Yes." In the memory, the Sword Master Chongji answered very straightforwardly, "If you can survive in the hands of this book, it won't be difficult to achieve the nine transformations of godhood." "Wait." Rong Qing raised her hand, "There's something wrong with the way you worded it." Regardless of how big your pie of the Nine Transformations to Godhood is, how can you say that I'm in the book's hands? "He's right." Chongyu looked at her, "You have to remember that this book is a living thing, and the calculations in its mind are beyond your imagination." "..." There is nothing to say. Rong Qing woke up from her memories and decisively tore the page of paper away from the wound with her right hand. It was as if a strand of hair broke, and the inexplicable suction force stopped and disappeared. She twisted the floating book and put it in front of her eyes to observe. The still snow-white paper seemed to be mocking Rong Qing's contribution of blood for nothing. Zhong Xiu didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing Rong Qing, but he didn't dare to stop stopping the bleeding on his hands. "I think I've given you enough." Thinking about what the sword masters said at the beginning, they must be hinting to her that no matter what the situation is, she can discuss it with this book. Rong Qing was not sure whether she had refined it or not in the face of this situation. Normally, she would communicate with the jade slip of the technique through her spiritual consciousness and memorize the complete technique. Books with floating characters are obviously a special case! It is not true to say that it is completely useless. Rong Qing closed her eyes and tried her best to catch the vague connection between her mind and spirit. The lack of any spiritual energy meant that she couldn't run any spiritual power routes. She couldn't push open the door to cultivation! But with so much blood, she still managed to gain some mental perception with her mortal body. The reason is spiritual roots! It truly distinguishes between immortals and mortals. Possessing spiritual roots is the most solid foundation for spiritual practice. "What else do I need? You can just tell me." Rong Qing asked silently in her heart. The other side did not answer. Rong Qing was also very patient, because this mind connection that seemed to be about to be broken was maintained very firmly, just like a spider silk swaying in the wind, it only seemed to be shaky. "…It tastes bad." Finally, a faint voice came over. ! ! Do people say it? Rong Qing's rationality ran wildly and she forcibly suppressed her temper that was about to break. "I should understand what you mean." He gritted his teeth and said, "You think there is not enough spiritual energy in my blood."
For practitioners, there are very few uses for blood. Moreover, Rong Qing was seriously ill, and most of the blood that flowed out was waste blood. Then, Rong Qing said something that had never come out of her mouth before: "I'll buy it on credit first." No matter how much time has passed, when I think back on it, I always feel it is ridiculous and weird. After delivering these words, her heart was lifted. She was most afraid of hearing from the other side: "We are a small business, and we don't sell on credit." But I heard a cold laugh, "Interesting." "In addition, I want the souls and bodies of three Jindan cultivators within one year." These words were full of blood in a light and calm manner. It was like a drop of oil falling, igniting the boundless violence hidden in Rong Qing's heart. "make a deal." She did not consider how far she could improve her cultivation within a year, nor did she bother to care about what would happen to her if she failed to do so. Rong Qing ignored Zhong Xiu's discontented glare and tore off the bandage again and pressed it against the wound. Only this time, the floating word book finally showed some characteristics of a living thing. It slowly rolled up, melted, and followed the fracture to truly enter Rong Qing's flesh and blood. Rong Qing screamed and was hugged by Zhong Xiu. "Sir, it doesn't hurt anymore." Zhong Xiu didn't know about Rong Qing's previous telepathic communication, so she could only hug her and pat her back as she did to comfort Jia Jia. "Hmm." A muffled groan. Rong Qing bit Zhong Xiu's shoulder. After enduring the pain, she slowly said, "Don't touch me. If you touch me, I feel pain all over my body." Zhong Xiu was just about to nod and let go, but he saw Rong Qing's eyes roll back and her body completely softened. "Sir!" Zhong Xiu was helpless in this situation. He did not dare to shake the other party, so he could only carefully lay Rong Qing flat on the couch. The pain was beyond her endurance and forced Rong Qing into a temporary coma. And her meridians, which were praised and envied, were originally contaminated by the filth of the mundane world, but now they were infused with a large amount of spiritual energy supplied by a distant and unknown place. These spiritual energies rushed along the thirteen main meridians and twenty-four secondary meridians, pushing the filth all the way to the empty valley of Dantian, until the turbid air spun and shrank into a pill the size of a fingernail. The cold voice said softly: "One finger is missing." Losing a finger not only means that the left hand cannot perform seal gestures, but more importantly, the perfect meridian structure of the thirteen main meridians is missing a part and no longer has a complete circuit. Of course, this is not without a solution. There are some high-level elixirs that specifically grow bones and flesh. Not only can Rong Qing grow a new little finger, but she can also reconnect her broken main meridians. It was just that the spiritual energy here was empty, and even it could sense it from a very far distance. Fortunately, it had seen countless strange situations over the years. It was not surprising that it was just a broken little finger. "Forget it, consider it a gift from me to you of Shadow Vein for free." It looked at the spiritual platform in Rong Qing's sea of consciousness from afar. A sharp sword intent slowly emerged as she stepped into the door of cultivation again. The icy air was directed at its consciousness, like a warning.
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