Chapter 92: High Platform Time always passes quickly in dreams. After an unknown amount of time, he began to feel several breaths running through his body, colliding with each other, causing dull pains in the major acupoints. Then, a strong pain in the Baihui acupoint woke him up. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was the only one left in the cabin. "Senior He!" Yan Moying called out. There was silence all around, and no one responded. Yan Moying stood up and pushed the door open. It was already daytime outside, but there was still no sign of He Taichu. "Senior He!" Yan Moying shouted again. Still no one agreed. He returned to the cabin, closed the door, and saw some words on the paper over there. He thought it might be a parting message from his senior, but when he looked over, he saw that all written on it were the rescue process that he had told him about. As he was watching, he suddenly felt a pain in his Baihui acupoint again, this time the pain was like being pricked by a needle. Then there was a pain in the Yongquan acupoints on both feet. It was so painful that he couldn't stand steadily and fell to the ground with a scream. "The time has come, let's start practicing! The rescue process is on paper, you must keep it safe!" He Taichu's voice rang out along with the sound of the wooden house door opening.
Yan Moying agreed, and when he turned around, He Taichu was already standing behind him. He followed him out of the wooden house and saw a huge metal platform outside the house that He Taichu had found from somewhere. "Your Qi has already reached the Baihui point and rushed down to the Yongquan point. Don't worry about the pain just now. It is a sign of your power increasing. For the next period of time, you will sit on this high platform and practice. You will do whatever I say." [Chapter 28] Inside Yixianzhai. "Brother Zhaolin, the moon will rise in about an hour, so let's go find Sister Yin early. It's time for His Majesty to receive the third treatment today, and he should be able to recover by then! I'm happy just thinking about it!" Yun Keyu said to Zhaolin with a smile. "I hope it's as Miss Yin said." Zhao Lin frowned, looking very worried. "Brother Zhaolin, your brows are furrowed so tightly, be careful that they won't recover! Think about it, a piece of paper will leave marks after being folded, if your brows can't recover, don't blame me for not reminding you!" As she said this, she used both hands to spread out two feet in front of Zhaolin's forehead, lowered her voice and stretched out the word "spread out", as if she was performing a ritual. In fact, Yun Keyou also had something on her mind, and it was the same thing as Zhaolin's, but she was used to trying to make the atmosphere happier, and she knew that it was useless to be unhappy about some things, so she didn't mention it at all, and tried to make Zhaolin laugh. "Where did this alchemist come from?" Zhao Lin looked at her and smiled in response. His brows relaxed, but in the blink of an eye they wrinkled again, as if he was thinking about something that was both important and difficult to resolve. Yun Keyu felt that if she wanted to make him happy at this time, the best way was not to make him laugh, but to let him pour out his unhappy things. It just so happened that she also felt a little uncomfortable about the same thing. If she communicated with him, maybe she would feel better. "Okay, seeing how you are, it seems that making you laugh directly is not the best way. It's always okay to tell you about it. By telling you, you may reduce some of the burden! I know you are still thinking about what happened yesterday, right?" Yun Keyu said while biting her lip lightly. (End of this chapter)