Chapter 33 If it’s a disease, it must be treated?
But the monk's soul is deceptive.
Therefore, Xia Ming couldn't notice his change at all.
Even if what he saw was weird, his consciousness was still deceiving him.
Fortunately, he discovered it in time, otherwise it would have been a hidden danger when the soul was seized.
Thinking of this, He Niansheng's brows frowned even more.
There was just one thing that He Niansheng couldn't be sure of.
Judging from the current situation shown by Xia Ming, it is impossible to determine whether the mutation is good or bad.
If you want to determine whether a mutation is good or bad, you still need to study it carefully.
It would be great if we could get Xia Ming's cooperation.
Xia Ming, who drank the dream of Huangliang, should not have any grudges.
Thinking of this, He Niansheng's eyes were fixed on the slightly embarrassed Xia Ming.
"Xia Ming, the book in front of you is the Qingdan Disciple Rules."
"There are more than [-] sect rules contained in the book, but there is no word about cannibalism."
"The work written by the ancestor of inspiration is "The Theory of Spiritual Fundamental Self"."
"Xia Ming, haven't you noticed?"
"There's something...something wrong with you."
……
Listening to the ruthless "truths" from He Niansheng's mouth, Xia Ming's little face turned pale little by little.
What Xia Ming was most worried about happened. He Niansheng and Master He discovered his "golden finger".
However, He Niansheng's next words made Xia Ming frown deeply.
"Xia Ming, you are sick."
"Your eyes, your cognition... everything starts to become abnormal."
"Apprentice, your illness needs to be cured. Don't worry, my master will never give up on you."
"If my guess is correct, this is a change in your soul caused by the improvement of your spiritual roots."
sick? Am I sick?
Is it a disease that needs to be treated? He Niansheng's words slowly aroused Xia Ming's rebellious mentality.
Xia Ming can accept the sudden change in his soul.
After all, he is soul-piercing, and there are some flaws in the fusion of soul and soul.
He wouldn't reveal the language, but he didn't inherit any of it in terms of memory.
Eye and cognitive problems...are they diseases? Xia Ming disagreed with Master's statement.
sick? What disease can cause me to develop spiritual roots? What disease can allow me to arrange superior spiritual roots?
What disease can be so scientific? What kind of bad disease is this? This is clearly the golden finger of my awakening!
So aren’t the disciples’ sect rules a management manual for cattle and horses? Isn't the sect's rule inside "cannibalism"?
Golden Finger taught me to see through illusions, but Master wants to drag me into confusion? Master He's move is equivalent to digging out my supreme bones!
Without golden fingers, how can I rise?
How do I climb the fairy road? I, Xia Ming, am not sick! It seems that I still can't completely trust Master He.
Although he is very kind to me, I can't let him destroy my golden finger.
Xia Ming firmly believes in a truth, relying on mountains and mountains, relying on water and water, it is the last word to be strong.
Goldfinger... you won’t lie to me after all!
Quietly, the balance in Xia Ming's heart had tipped towards his golden finger.
With his thoughts clear, Xia Ming suddenly felt his mind became clear.
In a daze, he could taste a hint of medicine in the depths of his mouth and tongue.
Wandering Zi Nian, Sanqiu Cicada, Lost Dream Grass, Huang Liang Ginseng...
At this point, the dream is gone.
……
Even Taoist Soul did not expect that the Dream Huangliang he created would be destroyed like this.
Even if you are a Taoist who is as smart as Ruhun, there are still people who can't figure things out.
The only reason is that Xia Ming believes in his golden finger too much. In his opinion, the master is not as important as the golden finger.
After all, the soul in Xia Ming's body is an adult who has gone through many vicissitudes of life. He is more willing to believe in himself than in his master He Niansheng.
Looking at Xia Ming's eyes that slowly became deeper, a hint of uneasiness gradually rose in He Niansheng's always felt that something was wrong with Xia Ming in front of him.
Just as He Niansheng was about to speak, the jade slip in his arms trembled again.
In front of Xia Ming, He Niansheng took out the jade slip and offered it in mid-air.
At the moment when the spiritual energy was instilled, an extremely hoarse voice slowly came from the jade slip.
"I, Jiang Chong, His Majesty Qingdan, He Niansheng, come to Dahe Palace quickly. We have important matters to discuss..."
"Shang Ru's mother!"
Before the jade slip could finish speaking, He Niansheng walked out directly.
The slender jade slip was completely shattered in an instant.
Looking at the slightly shocked Xia Ming in front of him, He Niansheng said word by word:
"No matter what it is, it is not as important as my apprentice's illness!"
When He Niansheng said this, he was extremely firm.
This is indeed what he has in mind.
As far as He Niansheng was concerned, the Dahe Sect was no match for his disciples.
Hidden spiritual roots that can continuously improve spiritual root qualifications!
A perfect object that can be used to plant souls and seize bodies!
A future beyond the Nascent Soul!
If the effect of Menghuangliang is still there, maybe Xia Ming will really believe in him more.
But now that the dream has broken, Xia Ming couldn't help but feel disgusted when he heard the word "illness".
sick?What's wrong?
A disease that can turn you into a fairy? Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they will take root and thrive even if no one cares about them.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Xia Ming always felt that He Niansheng was acting too hard.
"Master... if something happens to you..."
"My disciple Xia Ming, no need to say more, your condition is urgent."
When he heard the word "illness", Xia Ming's eyes darkened a little.
illness?
What's wrong with me?
I have never been sick! That's a golden finger, that's not a disease!
Without the golden finger, how can I fight for the path to immortality? How to grow? Master, Master, I know you are good to me.
But if you do this, it will be very difficult for me.
Master and disciple sat opposite each other, candlelight flickering, eyes facing each other.
One is as cold as winter, the other is as deep as night.
The cold night is silent and the candles burn quietly.
During this moment of silence, a trace of desire flashed in He Niansheng's eyes.
The flame of desire grows little by little, and eventually becomes a wildfire that cannot be suppressed.
"My disciple Xia Ming'er, my master wants to take some of your blood... for future treatment research."
blood?
For treatment research?
Hearing these words, Xia Ming's heart began to stir.
He hated this sentence from the bottom of his heart, and he was very resistant to taking blood for research.
He is a human being, a living human being, not a caged experiment! But now, when people are under the eaves, how can they not bow their heads?
Xia Ming, who had a clear idea, just looked at He Niansheng in front of him quietly.
"Master, it's okay to take whatever you want, and I will have no complaints, my disciple."
"Don't worry, my disciple, I will make you return to normal!"
Listening to He Niansheng's words, Xia Ming's eyes became a little deeper.
Even if golden finger is a disease, it cannot be cured! This is Xia Ming's bottom line! The sharp blade gently cut through Xia Ming's skin, and the hot blood dripped into the slender jade bottle bit by bit.
He Niansheng's knife cut more than just a layer of skin.
There is also the fragile master-disciple relationship between him and Xia Ming.
I have to say that He Niansheng was a little too hasty.
(End of this chapter)