Maybe I shouldn't die.

The treatment did not take long.

Among the more than one hundred injured people, only one had his spiritual consciousness seriously damaged.

Still an acquaintance.

He Changzhou, the cultivator whose sea of ​​consciousness was shattered while trying to save his teammates in the demonic tide.

His sea of ​​consciousness, which had been broken before, would be even more fragile even if it was repaired. That was why he was the only one who was seriously injured in this incident.

Well, maybe it has something to do with the poor craftsmanship of the fellow Taoist who is in charge of repairing the sea of ​​consciousness.

During the treatment, Fang Yue discovered:

There are still many cracks left on the barrier of the sea of ​​consciousness.

No, it can’t be called a crack. It was a crack in the past, but it was repaired by something transparent.

Transparent, can bond things in the sea of ​​consciousness.

She thought about it in her mind and soon came up with the answer: Ten Thousand Year Tianyuan Resin.

Among the spiritual objects used to repair the sea of ​​consciousness, it is not considered precious.

His thoughts were scattered, but his hands were moving fast. One after another, the restoration spell fell on his sea of ​​consciousness, and the tiny cracks on it caused by external impacts began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Including the spiritual consciousness, the damaged areas also began to heal quickly.

The treatment took about an incense stick of time in total.

After checking the current state of her sea of ​​consciousness again and confirming that it had been completely repaired, she withdrew her hand and said:

"Your injuries have healed and you can leave now."

After saying that, he turned around and went to the training room. After the last injured patient was treated, the rest was his own time.

She planned to use it to sort out her feelings during this period.

He Changzhou spoke at this time:

"Uncle Fang, please stay."

Fang Yue paused and looked back at him:

"What's the matter?"

He Changzhou did not hesitate and said bluntly:

"During this period of time, can you please ask Uncle Master to treat me?"

Fang Yue understood, but said:

"The cost of treating the sea of ​​consciousness is not cheap."

He Changzhou obviously knew the price of this. He took out a jade box without any hesitation and said:

"How much is the reward for the Nine-bend Spiritual Ginseng?"

Although his sea of ​​consciousness seemed to have healed now, it was still quite fragile, and breaking through to the Golden Core Perfection was already its limit.

Although the lifespan of the golden elixir is also several hundred years.

But he was unwilling to just accept his fate. It was fine when there was no hope, but now that he saw the possibility of recovery, he had to fight for it.

Fang Yue hesitated for only a moment before speaking:

"Before the end of the conference, you can come here every day for treatment, but I have to make something clear in advance. More than two months will not be enough to completely heal your sea of ​​consciousness."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard He Changzhou say:

"Thank you, uncle."

After saying this, he handed the jade box forward.

Fang Yue did not hesitate this time, and took it, and said:

"Starting tomorrow, you can come here at noon."

He Changzhou nodded hurriedly:

"I've made note of it. Thank you, uncle."

After getting a positive answer, Fang Yue did not stay any longer and turned around to leave. This time, no one called her.

The first thing he did after returning to the training room was to plant this spiritual ginseng in the medicine garden.

The Nine-bend Spiritual Ginseng is indeed an extremely rare and precious spiritual object, but the one in He Changzhou's hand is not old enough.

But it is enough to offset the cost of treatment.

However, she was very curious about what had happened to this fellow apprentice, and when she examined him, she discovered that his Yuan Yang was gone.

The body of Yuanshui has lost its Yuanyang.

Plus the sea of ​​consciousness that has been repaired.

If nothing happened, she would never believe it.

If conditions permit, there is no problem in satisfying her curiosity, so she sent a message to a fellow disciple in the Anbu.

"To get some information."

The other side responded very quickly.

"What news?"

Fang Yue: "What happened to He Changzhou after his sea of ​​consciousness was damaged."

"Five thousand."

"The points have been transferred to you."

"I've received it. As usual, I'll give you news within three days."

"no problem."

-

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

On this day, Fang Yue had just finished treating He Changzhou when the token hanging around her waist began to flash.

A quick scan with his spiritual sense revealed news about his fellow disciple in the Anbu.

There is quite a lot of content.

She didn't look closely, but withdrew her consciousness and said to He Changzhou:

"I still have something to do, so I'll take the first step."

Today's treatment is over, He Changzhou naturally has no objection, he just said respectfully:

"Uncle Master, you can go by yourself."

Fang Yue turned and left.

Well, apart from He Changzhou, there is no one who needs treatment today, so I just go and satisfy my curiosity.

A moment later, in the training room, her face was filled with amazement.

This nephew's experience is quite dramatic.

It turned out that after returning to the sect that time, He Changzhou had originally planned to go back to the mortal world to spend the rest of his life during the next Ascension Meeting.

But the Feng family of Qingyun Sect came looking for them.

Later, the two parties reached a deal. The Feng family would heal his injuries, and he would also practice dual cultivation with a female cultivator from the Feng family named Feng Muxi, and leave behind a bloodline descendant.

Well, originally the Feng family wanted him to marry into the family and were even willing to spend a lot of resources to replace the head of the family.

In the end, for some reason, it came to nothing.

He Changzhou stayed in the Feng family for ten years, and his dantian and sea of ​​consciousness were successfully repaired. After another ten years, he successfully broke through to the golden elixir stage.

Feng Muxi was devoted to cultivation and did not want to get pregnant.

In order to preserve the bloodline, the Feng family had to revise the transaction. The specific content is unknown, but the result was that He Changzhou changed his dual cultivation partner.

Now, the partner in dual cultivation is pregnant.

Over the years, he has always wanted to continue healing his sea of ​​consciousness, but spiritual objects are precious, and living medical practitioners are rare, so he has not been able to fulfill his wish.

This is more or less due to the Feng family's involvement.

Until this grand ceremony, when the Feng family was unable to intervene, he finally had the opportunity to heal his sea of ​​consciousness.

After reading all the content.

Fang Yue couldn't help but sigh.

This experience is enough to write a novel of hundreds of thousands of words, a typical old-fashioned male-oriented novel. No, it doesn't seem like a male-oriented novel at all.

But it’s not like female frequency either.

Now I think about it, it should be a literary work about torturing the male protagonist Haitang.

Thinking of this, certain text descriptions and images appeared uncontrollably in my mind.

……

cough!

He shook his head to get rid of these inappropriate images.

But I couldn't help but sigh again in my heart.

The higher the cultivation level of a cultivator, the more resolute his mind will naturally be, but conversely, he will also be more willing to follow his own wishes.

According to the master, this is what is called returning to one's true self.

So far, she couldn't fully understand what he said, but one thing was certain.

Compared to before, I am becoming more and more free to do whatever I want.

But the master also said that even if one follows one's heart, one must exercise restraint and not violate the sect's rules or the basic ethics of the spiritual community.

At least on the surface.

Fang Yue had no objection to this. As a beneficiary of the rules, she would not break it for no reason.

After thinking too much, he shook his head again to clear his mind of these thoughts, and continued to sort out his insights into kendo.