The witch looks at her moves

Chapter 34 Invitation
  "Loess, mercury, toad, chicken feces...how does this medicine work?"

How could the witch medicine prescriptions that were harmful to people in ancient times become a panacea in this world full of weirdness?
  Even though Su Zhen felt the lightness of his body, it was still difficult to understand.

This is the inertia left over from his student life. Even if he encounters a ghost, he will probably try to find a scientific and reasonable explanation for its existence.

Feng Hua didn't understand what he was confused about. In her eyes, although Xi Jingguo was strange and changeable, it had changed over hundreds or thousands of years and had nothing to do with her.

She does not need to reflect on the world, she only needs to carve her life with a knife.

"If you really don't like this medicine, there is a way." Feng Hua said.

"What can I do?" Su Zhen asked.

"Practice."

Feng Hua said seriously: "Sickness is a mortal's trouble, never a cultivator's. Grandma Miao said that your illness is caused by a weak soul. Let me teach you how to practice. If your magic power is strong, your cultivation will be stable." "

"Practice?"

Su Zhen perked up.

In the past, he had also imagined that he could go to the world of cultivation, worship at the Immortal Sect, devote himself to the Tao, and slay demons with flying swords.

But fantasy is far from reality. During this period of time, he was tossed between demons and witches, and was involved in conspiracies and intrigues, without even having the chance to step into the threshold of spiritual practice.

When the word "cultivation" came out of Feng Hua's mouth, it was like the most primitive desire was aroused, and Su Zhen's chest felt hot.

He suddenly felt that even if he was going to die next moment, he would at least throw a fireball at the enemy.

"Although we are waiting to die, waiting is really torture. Just think of it as finding something to do. Are you going to learn?" Feng Hua asked.

"study!"

Su Zhen agreed immediately.

Feng Hua didn't waste any time and started teaching directly: "The most important thing in cultivating Taoism is breathing. Breathing in the energy of heaven and earth to become 'mana'. Those with talent can learn it in one day, and those without Taoism can practice it for ten years." In vain. Just do as I say."

Su Zhen nodded.

"Find a position to sit down first." Feng Hua said.

"What posture?" Su Zhen asked.

"Anything is fine. Monks usually like to sit cross-legged with their five hearts in the sky, but in fact, any posture is fine, as long as you feel comfortable. Monks like Lu Qi have long considered breathing and breathing as their instinct. Walking and lying down are all part of their practice. There is no need to Stick to one pattern." Feng Hua said.

Having said that, Su Zhen still sat down with his five hearts in the sky and asked, "What next?"

"Then start meditating. You haven't forgotten what the green-haired lion taught you? When a person is awake, his eyes will be confused by the scenery, his ears will be confused by the sounds, and his nose will be confused by the smells. There are also things like pain and itching that make it difficult to concentrate. .

When you sit in meditation, the five senses will fade away. Only when the five senses are closed and the consciousness is vague, will the energy of heaven and earth appear in your soul, feel it, and feel it with the most unmodified intuition. "Feng Hua's voice became softer and softer.

In the palace of the Green-haired Lion, Su Zhen was the fastest among all the new disciples to learn to meditate.

He closed his eyes.

The ripples in the inner lake gradually smoothed out.

A feeling of sleepiness washed over him, forming a delicate balance with his sobriety.

He sat quietly, gradually forgetting the curse, the danger, the old craftsman's work, and even his heartbeat and breathing.

I do not know how long it has been.

The sounds were colorful, full of emotions, and everything in the world was far away from him, spreading like mist in the darkness beyond his consciousness.

It was also at this moment that Su Zhen saw the energy of heaven and earth in Feng Hua's mouth.

Just like sitting on the vast grassland and looking up at the stars, strands of azure light pour down from the Milky Way and sweep over the head. They are like winds condensed into substance, blowing from the deep sky to the world, never ending, human desires are there There is no breath left in such a strong wind, and even life and death are meaningless.

Su Zhen saw the Qi of heaven and earth and felt the flow of Qi.

When they passed through the body, Su Zhen felt the existence of magic power for the first time. Almost instantly, he understood without any guidance how magic power was produced.

A person is like a hand-cranked generator, and the air of heaven and earth is the hand that cranks the handle. The coil rotates in the magnetic field, generating electricity. This electricity is stored in the body and is mana to people.

The hand-operated generator led people from the era of candles to the era of electricity, and the magic power generated by the energy of heaven and earth led mortals to the path of immortality.

Su Zhen sat like this until she woke up.

After waking up, he met Feng Hua's eyes.

Feng Hua stared at him quietly, her eyebrows furrowed.

"What's wrong? What did I do wrong?" Su Zhen was stared at and panicked.

"No, you didn't. You're absolutely right." Feng Hua said.

"What happened?" Su Zhen asked.

"Have you really never practiced before?" Feng Hua asked.

Su Zhen shook his head.

"I originally wanted you to become familiar with meditative sitting first, and then teach you the method of attracting the energy of heaven and earth to impact the Jiang Palace and causing the internal rotation of the Jiang Palace to produce magic power. But as you sat there, you actually started to vomit. As soon as you take it in and out, mana begins to flow through you."

Feng Hua looked at him suspiciously and asked, "I haven't taught you anything yet, and you have understood everything by yourself?"

Su Zhen thought to himself that the real name of the "hand-operated generator" he felt in his body was Jiang Gong.

"Didn't you let me go by my feelings? I felt this, so I just... went with the flow." Su Zhen said.

"Go with the flow?"

Feng Hua couldn't help but smile, and the smile contained a complicated meaning: "What a good one to follow the trend, Yu Yue, if you didn't lie to me, then you are really a unique genius. If you stay with Lu Qi, Follow her to practice Taoism, and within ten years, your name will be spread throughout the entire Xijing Kingdom, but it's a pity..."

Feng Hua's smile faded and was replaced by cruelty. She sighed: "It's a pity that you were sent to the Old Craftsman's Institute. The Old Craftsman's Institute is full of sinners. Among the sinners, there is no shortage of geniuses, demons with heinous sins, and immortals who have gone crazy. , monsters with heavy debts, no matter how legendary their lives are, after being imprisoned in the old craftsman's house, they only have one fate, to be swallowed up by the curse. So far, there has been no exception for four to five thousand years."

Su Zhen's higher talent has no effect except making his death more tragic.

Su Zhen couldn't help but think of Yu Yue's slightly cheerful comfort.

It was impossible for Yu Yue not to know the horror of Lao Jiangsuo, but she still said that Lao Jiangsuo was not a real hell and there was nothing to be afraid of. What is her identity? Is she a more legendary existence than those legends?
  "Am I spoiling your fun?" Feng Hua asked.

"No, I think you are right, but..."

Su Zhen hesitated for a while, then raised his head and said seriously: "But I still want to practice!"

Feng Hua chuckled lightly.

People who have just entered spiritual practice are like this, hungry and thirsty.

After she succeeded in breathing for the first time that year, she was also ecstatic. She even practiced for seven days without eating or drinking without feeling tired. If her companions had not reminded her that her face was pale and her lips were withered, as if she was about to die, she would probably have continued practicing until Fainted.

This is the first dividing line between mortals and immortals, and the feeling when crossing it is nothing short of bliss.

She looked at Su Zhen, feeling sad but also relieved: it was a blessing to be able to spend the last days of her life in an infatuated and cheerful manner.

"What do you want to fix?"

Feng Hua asked: "Spells? Sword skills? Or fists and kicks?"

"I want to learn them all," Su Zhen said.

"Pick one." Feng Hua said.

"Spell!"

Su Zhen knew that Feng Hua was best at killing people with swordsmanship, but he had been exposed to it since childhood, and he really couldn't resist the temptation of real magic.

"Okay, which one do you want to learn?" Feng Hua asked.

Su Zhen knew very little about magic, so he expressed his request directly:
  "I want to condense a fireball in the palm of my hand."

Feng Hua frowned slightly.

Su Zhen saw that she looked unhappy and couldn't help but ask: "Is this difficult?"

"What's so difficult about creating a flame? I'm surprised that a genius like you has such low pursuits. It's such a waste of resources."

Although Feng Hua was sarcastic, she couldn't help but laugh: "However, the Taoist priests of Nixiang Mountain often say that Taoism is born in the light of fire. In this case, your first spell is a fireball, which is not bad. "

"Taoist priests from Nixiang Mountain?" Su Zhen heard their names more than once and couldn't help but ask: "What kind of people are they?"

"They..."

Feng Hua lowered his head slightly and recalled: "I haven't dealt with them much, but Nixiang Mountain is very different from other sects. I don't know how to describe them accurately, but I am sure that they are a group of good people, a group of ruthless people." Good people."

"A ruthless good person?" Su Zhen was even more confused.

"Okay, it's useless to talk any more. I'll teach you how to practice first."

Feng Hua calmed down, her eyes revealed a sharp look: "If you just want to condense a fireball, it's not difficult at all. I'll teach you how to mobilize the magic power in Jiang Palace - recite the incantation with me!"

"it is good!"

Su Zhen responded concisely and forcefully.

Feng Hua began to recite the incantation, and Su Zhen followed it carefully. It was a syllable with an unknown meaning, but when he drank it from his mouth, he felt like smoke was filling his heart for no reason.

It was like two flints colliding at the tip of the index finger. The light and heat were hidden in the crisp impact sound.

The boy guarding the door looked at the scene in the house and smiled at each other.

They are not preventing this from happening, on the contrary, this is exactly what they want to see.

The better the witch body's mood, the sharper and brighter the witch sword it creates. They can't wait to witness the edge of the witch sword.

When Laojun turned red, Su Zhenfu reached his heart. His spread fingers suddenly bent into claws, and light flashed past the palm of his palm and where the five fingers were pointing.

The sparks flew and didn't last long.

He tried again.

This time, everything fell into place.

The flowing fire condensed into a ball, illuminating the flesh of his palms red.

"Congratulations, Su Zhen, for successfully embarking on the path of spiritual cultivation."

Yu Yue's voice came from the bottom of her heart. Just after congratulating her, she let out a sigh and asked, "Why was your soul sewn up?"

"This was sewn by Grandma Miao when she was treating me. She is a tailor in the old craftsman's shop and also a doctor." Su Zhen explained.

"Grandma Miao... I didn't expect that there would be such a master among the old craftsmen today. It's really rare." Yu Yue praised, then said distressedly: "This is bad."

"Broken? What's broken?"

"Your soul and body are sewn together, just like two playing cards. You can usually cut them back and forth, but if they are stuck together with glue, can you still cut them?" Yu Yue used metaphors to facilitate his understanding.

"You mean, I can't change it back?" Su Zhen was surprised.

"Don't worry, although this Miao mother is highly skilled, she still can't compare to my godmother and my magical powers. What's more, she took care of your weak soul and didn't dare to sew more. It's just..."

There was embarrassment in Yu Yue's voice as she said, "Su Zhen, my godmother is faced with a choice. Please help me come up with an idea."

"What choice?" Su Zhen felt vaguely uneasy.

"It's not difficult to remove this needle and thread smoothly, but there is not enough time now, so either damage my body or damage your soul, choose one of the two, hurry up!" Yu Yue said.

"I choose your body!" Su Zhen did not hesitate.

"So filial~ You still know how to care about your godmother's health!" Yu Yue clapped her hands and praised.

"Hey, that's not what I meant..."

Before Su Zhen could argue, something caught him.

It was like the tendons and veins were severed in the body, pain swept through the whole body in an instant, and the feeling of internal organs corroding into juice appeared again. This time Su Zhen understood that it was not rotten water, but his soul.

——If his body is a bottle, then his soul is the water in the bottle.

Su Zhen opened his mouth, a scream rushed into his throat, and he felt weightless.

"Yu Yue? What's wrong with you?"

Feng Hua's voice rang in her ears, vaguely distant, and soon she was no longer audible.

An invisible, big hand descended from the sky grabbed all the "water" and pulled him up like plasticine.

Su Zhen felt like he was riding a jumping machine, but this was far scarier than a jumping machine. Without any protective gear, he rose to a high altitude in an instant. During the gap, Su Zhen glanced down and saw that the old craftsman was already thousands of feet away from him.

This cursed land was far wider than he imagined.

The fog spreads endlessly, and the craftsmen's settlements are scattered. Looking deeper, there is a dark pit surrounded by cliffs. Simple wooden buildings are covered with moss on the cliffs, and the center is flashing with eerie purple thunder and lightning.

Everything flashed before my eyes.

next moment.

Su Zhen sat on the chair, clutching the handle of the chair with his fingers, still in shock.

He felt pain, but he couldn't tell where it was. It was like a drowning man trying his best to climb to the shore. When he was exhausted, he heard the howling of wolves from all around.

Su Zhen thought about the conversation just now and suddenly realized something:
  If he really meets a very powerful tailor who sews his soul and body together, will he not be able to return to this world?
  'It's better not to happen. '

Su Zhen prayed silently.

In front of him was the computer screen, the desk lamp next to him was on, and where the aperture illuminated, there was a folded piece of paper.

After regaining his composure, he unfolded the paper under the desk lamp.

"I sent flowers to classmate Shao Xiaoxiao, and she was moved. She was just reserved and didn't show it too much. I didn't break my promise. You asked me not to harass her. Doesn't this count as harassment? You don't need to thank me too much for my help. It is the godmother's duty to choose her daughter-in-law."

Su Zhen put down the paper helplessly.

He didn't have the energy to think about anything else.

All he wanted now was to sleep, on a soft mattress, not on a pile of musty hay.

He limped to the bedside dragging his injured leg, grabbed the quilt, and fell down.

In his daze, he heard the short ringtone of his cell phone. He took out the flip phone from his pocket and found a strange text message:
  "I will give you English tutoring at one o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Have you decided on the address? Yuequan Park or the Happy Rolling Stone in the New Age?"

"What...what?"

After Su Zhen read the mobile phone number twice, he suddenly remembered something, fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled note.

There was a phone number on the note.

He checked it again and found it was exactly the same.

After a while of reminiscing, Su Zhen remembered the words of the nurse sister: That ridiculously beautiful girl left you her mobile phone number!

It turned out to be Shao Xiaoxiao.

After she was discharged from the hospital, she still thought about giving him extra lessons.

But this address...

Xinjili is the largest shopping mall in the county, several kilometers away from him. Happy Rolling Stone is the name of a bookstore there. It is decorated with arts and crafts. It is a sacred place for many couples to date, and has contributed to many lingering romances.

It's just that the coffee there is extremely expensive, a cup costs 15 yuan, but the pearl milk tea I drank yesterday only cost 5 yuan.

Would Shao Xiaoxiao really choose such a luxurious place?
  However, it makes sense to spend a little more on your first official date.

Shao Xiaoxiao is dating herself...

After returning from Xijingguo, the depressed Su Zhen finally found comfort.

They had studied on a bench by the lake all afternoon before, but this time it was better to change the place.

"Happy Rolling Stone. I like it there too, but I haven't been there yet. Classmate Shao Xiaoxiao probably likes reading. When the time comes..."

Su Zhen felt that there was a lot of nonsense. He was afraid that she would think that he was a mother-in-law, so he deleted it all. After thinking about it for a while, he finally only typed four words "Happy Rolling Stone". In order not to appear cold, he added a playful " ~".

After sending it, he closed his phone and fell asleep.

　Thanks to Sir Mapello and Yan Mo for the 500 starting coins, and thanks to Tiandi Duxing for the 100 starting coins~
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