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Because I have never seen what Tang Yi looks like in person, when she opened a book and sat in front of me, I thought she was holding the book to ask my senior sister to sign it.

On the public channel of the Cultivation Academy, it is said that practitioners keep the precepts and come to visit the Cultivation Academy. Please seize the opportunity to seek advice from seniors. On the way to the library, my senior sister and I already had three people who wanted to come to ask for advice. The momentum released by my senior sister I called back, and when she entered the library, the two girls made an appointment to get my senior sister to sign. Because my senior sister had a sharp gaze, they turned to me with a kind eyebrow and kind eyes to convey it on my behalf.

I thought Tang Yi was in the same situation. I sat up straight and glanced at the senior sister upstairs. She was looking for the classics she needed under the guidance of the person in charge of the library. A manga is fascinating to read.

Tang Yi didn't speak. She spread out the book, which was about the thickness of two fists. She looked at me and then flipped through it. The silence was like the library this morning.

The library of Xiuzhen Academy has 81 floors, but the upper 41 floors are not open to the public. There is also a set of corresponding grade points in Xiuzhen Academy to delineate the accessible range. Among the lower forty floors, there are [-] practice rooms evenly distributed. In order to prevent students from accidentally injuring classics with sudden insights.

I was sitting next to the paper library on the third floor, and there was no one in the paper library, so the confrontation between me and Tang Yi seemed a bit abrupt.

I wondered if she was introverted and reserved and wanted me to take the initiative to ask her about her signature needs, or did she just happen to sit here and treat me as transparent?

At that time, I didn't know that Tang Yi was the chairman of the student union of Xiuzhen College. Although Xiuzhen College doesn't even have a single official student now, they are all preparatory students, but they have already gained some bearing. Tang Yi was wearing an ordinary student uniform, with his lower body Changed into exercise pants, the short boots hit the ground one after another, making a slight slap.

Finally, she snapped the book shut and pushed it in front of me: "Hello, my name is Tang Yi."

"Ah, hello, my senior sister is not here." I turned over a page of comics, and the big devil was confronting the protagonist.

"I'm here to look for you." Tang Yi said.

I hummed and continued to turn a page, until Tang Yi was left alone by me, and I realized what she said, and closed the manga: "Huh?"

Tang Yi put his hands together: "I learned from your senior sister that you walked to the center of the bomb unscathed...but you haven't awakened your spiritual roots—"

She wanted to say something, but I interrupted: "Oh, there are so many wonders in the world, I have known about the fact that I haven't awakened my spiritual root for many years, don't remind me again, my senior sister is upstairs... oh, You and my senior sister told me not to give up yesterday? Thank you, hahahaha."

I spoke with a sense of self-deprecation and self-doubt. If my senior brother were here, he might hang me upside down on a phoenix fruit tree and reflect on my words. I am too discouraged and have no sense of immortality. When I suddenly said this to Tang Yi, a stranger, I felt a little embarrassed: "Hahahaha, I'm just joking."

Tang Yi may have been slapped in the face by my words, she was upset. She frowned and looked at me, then stood up and touched the book: "This book collects all the unawakened spiritual roots in history. Afterwards, you can read the case of counterattacking and becoming a suzerain or hero."

"Advanced Chicken Soup for the Soul." I started talking nonsense, and when I lowered my head, the book read: Author: Tang Yi.

"Wow, you've already written a book at such a young age, it's amazing."

I am rambunctiously touting, but in fact I don’t care about this book and its author Tang Yi at all, I just want Tang Yi to leave quickly and finish reading the manga I have in hand.

"I think you have great potential, don't give up." Tang Yi leaned over the corner of the table and looked at me.

The woman in my mind suddenly said: "Yo Hou, you are a very powerful little girl, you can see the essence of your big devil!"

"Shut up." I sternly reprimanded in my mind, with a distorted expression, as if I really hated Tang Yi.

Tang Yi suddenly fell down and slid off the table, the chair was knocked several meters away by her, and she fell to the ground like a rag doll that suddenly lost power, I was stunned: "What's going on?"

"I didn't do it," said the woman.

While I was still in a daze, a young boy suddenly rushed out from the corner and skillfully placed Tang Yi on his lap.Tang Yi, who was looking down at me just now, suddenly looked like a soft and ordinary girl, her face was pale and her lips were tightly pursed.

The boy took out a one-foot-square box from the Qiankun Ring, entered the spiritual brand, opened it, and pulled out a tube of red liquid. The needle was as thick as an injection for a pig. The red liquid seemed to be very viscous, and it was slowly pushed into her chest. Wrist - The dots on the wrist indicate that she often injects this stuff.

The boy turned his head and explained to me: "Missy is not in good health, so she needs to inject nutrients from time to time."

You fart, who has no nutrition and suddenly fell like this, is your nutrition a panacea for bringing the dead back to life?

But I am not ashamed to say it, I am afraid that I am not knowledgeable enough to make a fool of myself in front of the city people.

Although I'm on Fengyin Mountain...well, a trainee monk, but Fengyin City is not very big after all, and I don't go down the mountain very much. In the final analysis, I am still a countryman. A young lady suddenly passed out in front of me. Fearing that he would suddenly touch porcelain and panic, some bad thoughts would keep rolling in his mind.

The woman in my mind suddenly said, "Oh, I see."

"What do you understand? You understand."

"Isn't it obvious? This eldest lady has a disease that requires injections of this kind of thing every once in a while. If she doesn't inject it, she will burp."

"what?"

I took a step forward, and the boy suddenly opened his spiritual shield to prevent me from passing by. I stood there and waited, a little uneasy: "Why isn't she awake?"

"It's almost there, there are still a few seconds." The boy counted down silently, and the moment Tang Yi was lifted up, she opened her eyes, as weak as a dying patient, rubbing the center of her brows, and saw the countryman opposite.

"It's okay, I do this often."

This young lady often suddenly falls to the ground in public, and then a servant rushes over to inject her with an unknown liquid. If the boy rebels one day, she will be injected with something else, and she will die straight away. Yet?

But when she thought about it carefully, she had no choice, she was already lying there dying, what was the injection, wouldn't the worst result be death?

I was concerned for a moment and reached out to help, but Tang Yi had already stood up.

"I'm giving you that book. I have something else to do. Excuse me." Tang Yi nodded at me, I was stunned, looking at the thick book, my mouth felt bitter.

The eldest lady and her little follower are far away. I looked at the book and tried to open the first page. It was her preface.

When people around her began to awaken their spiritual roots and learn to cultivate, Tang Yi was sitting at home recuperating, like a pale porcelain doll sitting by the window and staring at the shining flying swords outside the window. Those children flew over with teaching flying swords Fly to chase and slapstick.She always coughed up blood, but it wasn't a lung problem. The doctor couldn't find her problem. Her father begged an old man who rarely came out of the mountains to feel her pulse. He learned that her spiritual energy was too abundant, but she didn't have spiritual roots. It was bulging like a balloon filled with water. Without the guidance of the spiritual root, the spiritual energy traveled around and pierced the internal organs. She was alive only because the spiritual energy was still there, and her internal organs were so broken that they could no longer be used.

Dad said there is no cure?The old man said that it is good to let the children be happy in the last period of time.

So she stepped on the wet ground and saw real flowers and plants.Children flying in the distance saw her.

"That! Are you playing with us! Let's play flying sword competition!"

"I do not know……"

"We will carry you!"

The housekeeper let go of the hand holding Tang Yi's shoulder, and when she fell forward to the ground, two flying swords came over together, lifted her limp arms and wrapped them into the air.To others, the spring breeze is refreshing and pleasant, but to Tang Yi's face, it is like a knife cutting.She shed tears and endured the pain that was magnified dozens of times, while screaming like other children, joy and pain sandwiched her in the middle.

She had a high fever that night, and her father ordered her not to go out no matter what. After the man gave the order, everyone in the house fell silent, and even the windows were closed. Tang Yi was put on the bed by countless tubes, and used various machines to maintain a short life.

Tang Yi said in the preface:

"At that time, I thought that death was imminent. My organs were finally shattered by spiritual energy. I seemed to be able to see my heart stop beating due to lack of oxygen. Bright red blood was rushing in the veins full of cracks. For some reason, I I didn’t open my eyes, but I could see all of this.”

"Before I die, I really want to open the window to see what the friends I met yesterday are doing outside, and whether they will call my name outside."

"Then I heard my name, as if I had hallucinations, they said, Tang Yi, Tang Yi, come out to play, the wild grapes are blooming, and the snail family lives underneath, the sheep mother-in-law grass and rabbit velvet flowers can be blown, and there are still flowers in the south Somebody has a horse..."

"I want to see what they said no matter what. I can hear it vaguely, but I remember it clearly. I don't know how I stood up, and the tube in my chest was broken, and my legs seemed to be down. Melting in seconds, I fell to the ground and shattered the instrument on my arm."

"I crawled on the ground for a long time, like 100 years, finally, I climbed to the window, propped up my arms vigorously, opened the window, and saw the seeds of dandelion and sheep grass floating in the air lightly like an umbrella, the sky Like a clean emerald, there are a few friends playing in the water by the waterfall far, far away."

Because he wanted to get close to those things too much, Tang Yi stretched out his pale and thin hand to touch the slender fluff of the sheep grass, half of his body leaned out of the attic window until he fell from the air.

At that time, all the servants of the Tang family saw the miracle. The blood continuously overflowed from Tang Yi's facial features, fell into the air, and solidified drop by drop. The psychic shield suddenly opened, and a huge, translucent hand , instead of Tang Yi, grabbed the weak sheep granny grass.

She floated in the air for about three seconds, and the nearest housekeeper had already rushed downstairs and caught the girl's body.

At that time, her breathing was smooth, and her heartbeat was strong from her chest.

"Oh, genius." After reading the preface, I closed the book, thinking that someone else gave it to me, picked it up and went to find my senior sister.

I didn't know at the time that there was only one book in the world, and it hadn't been published. After she sorted it out and bound it, she met a good-for-nothing who seemed likely to rise, and used this book to encourage that person.

What a good story, counterattack together, rise or something...

It's a pity that it was me who she met. I put this book in my backpack, and it was heavy to death. I don't know where there are so many miracles in the world.