Nightfall Chapter 114: The unbearable weight of life

Chapter 114 The Unbearable Weight of Life

Based on a certain causal law that he firmly believes in his heart, Ning Que does not believe that he will die here, but the injury he suffered today is too serious, and the invisible spear worn on his chest has exceeded his knowledge Scope, so in the sixteenth year of coming to this world, he finally had to start to formally think about death.

He woke up, then opened his eyes hard for the first time, raised his head with his last strength and looked around, wanting to see if he had come to the underworld, and whether the underworld really existed.

A big, white and round face appeared in the air very close to him. The eyes on that round face were narrowed into two small dots, and the small dots flashed suspicious and curious eyes, staring at him. look in.

Because this big face is round, white, smooth and plump, like the long-lost full moon in his hometown, Ning Que, who was a little confused by the injury, did not feel afraid, but felt very close. a feeling of.

He leaned against the wall, tilted his head slightly to look at the big round face nearby, smiled weakly, and said, "The Yasha in the Underworld should be very dark. I shouldn't die yet, so you are Who?"

The big round face close at hand did not scare Ning Que. He suddenly opened his eyes, but Chen Pipi was taken aback. Chen Pipi widened his eyes and stared at the other's pale face, and said, "I want to know who you are even more."

Ning Que raised his trembling right hand to cover the seemingly empty chest, which was in fact painful and empty, frowned and looked to the side to confirm that he was still on the old second floor. The night outside the window was dark, and beside the window The female professor didn't know when she had left, and she couldn't help but feel a little bit surprised. Why did the female professor turn a blind eye to herself?

Now except for himself, there is basically no college student union going up to the old second-story building. What's more, in the middle of the night, thinking of those handwritings that were obviously left at night, he stunned his eyes and looked at the man in front of him. The fat boy in the college summer robe asked with a hoarse voice: "Chen Pipi?"

Chen Pipi's eyes widened. Of course, no matter how big they were, it was just a process of changing from mung beans to green beans and then into soybeans. He stared at Ning Que incredulously and said, "Are you Ning Que?"

"It's on." Ning Que stared at his round face, a flame that gave people a strong shock suddenly appeared in his eyes, and said in a dumb voice: "If you don't want to watch me die, Hurry up and try to save me!"

Chen Pipi didn't ask me why I should save you or other nonsense. Although they have not met each other in letters these days, they already know each other's temperament very well. What's more, idiots scolded each other, claimed to be on top, ridiculed and ridiculed each other for helping each other so many times, how could one watch each other die without reaching out.

Two fingers were placed between Ning Que’s wrists resting on her legs, Chen Pipi was silent for a moment, and suddenly raised her brows, raised her head and stared at Ning Que’s eyes incredulously, and said: Why are you still not dead?"

"Not dying doesn't mean you won't die. I'm dying. How much nonsense do you idiot have to say?"

"You idiot, why didn't you go to the city of Chang'an for treatment after suffering such a serious injury? Why did you run to the academy to have a good time? Did you come here to save me and heal my injuries?"

"Why not? Didn't you say you are a genius?"

"What does genius have to do with medical skills?"

"The first question you ask is a prescription."

"Prescriptions will not cure people, you should have died now, no matter how subtle the secret formula is, it will not cure you."

Ning Que's spirit is extremely weak, his eyes are dizzy, and he looks at the guy in front of him, and says, "I've been lying here for a whole day, but no one in the college pays attention to me, and even looks so gentle on weekdays. The lovely female professors left me here so unrelentingly, you can't leave me alone."

Chen Pipi lowered her head, saw the bowl of clear water and two steamed buns beside him, and said, "Senior sister has a quiet and peaceful temperament. She lives in a hut in the back mountain. She has always been reticent. She shouldn't leave you alone. ……"

"There is no need to explain anything, of course the college must refuse indifference and warm you and me."

Ning Que raised his head tiredly and looked at Chen Pipi under the dim starlight. After a moment of silence, he moved the corners of his lips and laughed at himself, saying: "Anyway, I have given this life... to you."

After saying this, his eyes drooped slightly, his shoulders loosened, and he returned to a coma neatly.

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Chen Pipi opened her mouth wide and looked at the unconscious guy in the corner with an incredible face.

"What is this? I fainted without telling me a word. You are bullying and I must save you, right? You are shameless! How can anyone act like you?"

He grumbled in irritation, squatting down hard, and finally sat down on the floor, his right hand was lightly relaxed, five fat, round fingers hit Ning Que’s chest dozens of times like lightning.

Looking at the pulse condition hastily before, he knew that Ning Que had suffered a very serious injury, and the injury was between the sea and snow mountains in his chest. For ordinary people and even ordinary practitioners, this kind of injury is indeed fatal. But just as Ning Que hoped, as a peerless genius cultivated by Xiling and the academy, although Chen Pipi didn't look like a peerless genius at all, he was really a peerless genius.

The most important temperament of genius is self-confidence. As for the pride that comes from self-confidence, it is another matter.

Chen Pipi's self-confidence is all-round. Since Ning Que is not dead at this time, he firmly believes that as long as he makes a move, Ning Que will not have any problems. Is the fatal injury at Qihai Snow Mountain terrible? This genius used the gods of Tianxiaxi to bring the pure vitality of heaven and earth with the unconsciousness of the academy, and it only takes minutes to lift you.

Huh? Chen Pipi suddenly screamed, and his fingers withdrew like lightning like touching coals, and his eyes fell on Ning Que's chest, which couldn't see anything unusual. The frown of the eyebrows seemed to be folded into several sections, and his expression became more solemn than ever.

"It's so weird, so weird, so weird, how can this be..."

The thick lips moved slightly, Chen Pipi stared at Ning Que's chest and kept muttering to himself, not knowing what he had found, his voice became more and more trembling, and less and less confident.

"There is a fierce sword intent that uses wood to attack your body, breaking your internal organs and flesh and blood. It should be a cultivator who hurt you, but the cultivator is no more than a mere mortal realm, staying in you How can the sword intent in the flesh and blood resist the genius's Tianxiaxizhi? The teacher taught me that the gentleman is not interested, why is it useless?"

"This sword intent is indeed fierce. It is the cultivator's desperate blow. Ning Que, a poor fellow who cannot practice, actually forced a swordsman to this level. It is indeed worthy of pride. , It’s just... if I can’t heal you, what will I be proud of in front of you in the future?"

"No! Where does the cold breath that surrounds your chest and abdomen come from? How can it touch my Dao Heart? No! Why is there such a burning breath! Where does this destruction mean? Of!"

Chen Pipi was shocked, fell on the floor, looking at Ning Que, who was fainted by the wall in front of him, thinking about what happened to you guy, and why is there such a strange and terrifying phenomenon in his body?

He gradually restrained the shocked look on his face, put his hands on his knees, slowly closed his eyes, and began to think about the situation he had discovered before, occasionally raising his round hands and drawing lightly in the air in front of him With a few handprints that didn't know the meaning, carefully and cautiously continued to investigate the movements in Ning Que's body.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Pipi opened his eyes and looked at Ning Que. The emotions in his eyes could no longer calm down, there was only endless confusion and confusion.

According to his judgment, it was speculated that there should be a searing power that was utterly impenetrable. It directly penetrated into Ning Que’s body through the passage that the practitioner used to break through Ning Que’s chest with the sword intent, and instantly destroyed it. That foolish snow mountain that doesn't know anything about it. It stands to reason that the snow mountain below the sea of ​​Qi was directly destroyed. Ning Que should have died in the first place, but for some reason, an absolutely cold breath entered this guy's body at the same time as the snow mountain collapsed and melted. Another snow-capped mountain has been condensed again!

It must be admitted that in the world of spiritual practice, Chen Pipi is indeed a rare genius in a century. He has not witnessed the battle of Xiaozhu by the lake with his own eyes, nor has he seen the raised top wing on Suzaku Street, nor has he seen At the invisible spear thrown from the sky, I didn't see the **** umbrella swinging gently like a lotus. He also didn't throw chess and divination like the national teacher Li Qingshan did. He just reasoned about the situation at that time through the injuries in Ning Que's body.

Just...knowing how the injury in Ning Que's body formed does not mean that this injury can be cured.

"After the snow mountain in the body was destroyed, it didn't die on the spot, and a snow mountain was re-condensed in an instant. What a mysterious and lofty method... I'm afraid that Guanli's great descending magic is nothing more than this. , Haotian Guanghui opened up for mortals, and probably also took this path of destruction and rebirth."

Chen Pippi looked at Ning Que who was in a coma in despair, and murmured in a trembling voice: "But I didn't feel the smell of the supernatural glory in this guy, and how could the great priests of Xiling come to Chang'an City? Even if they suddenly become idiots, how can they exhaust half of their cultivation base to open up for you?"

"If it's not the great surrender technique, who is it that moved your hands and feet in your body? Are you from the Xuankong Temple? No, those bald monks can only recite the sutras and say Zen, but there is no such worldly method, Demon Sect Those stupid guys are even more impossible, the master of Guanli... his old man can't do it. Such a magical method... I don't know if the master can do it, but the teacher is taking a big brother to travel in the country, there is no reason to come back at this time Ah."

"What the **** is going on?" Chen Pipi was puzzled, scratching her head in pain, her black hair kept passing between her fat and round fingers, like a tired old cow plowing in pain. The black land of the country.

Chen Pipi knew very well that the snow-capped mountains in Ning Que's body were destroyed and reshaped. It seemed like a great opportunity, but without the Haotian Divine Radiance Body, this extremely rude destruction and rebirth was basically equivalent to death. The snow mountain at Ning Que’s chest and abdomen is extremely unstable and may collapse at any time, and the breath there is even weaker to almost nothing, and the vitality is empty. If this guy wants to survive, unless someone reinjects him with extremely mysterious means vitality.

There is a balance between heaven and earth, where can you find life in the emptiness and darkness? Unless at this time can find those exotic flowers and exotic fruits that have been nourished by vitality for thousands of years on the rumored foreign islands, the dying Ning Que can have a glimmer of hope.

Where can those exotic flowers and exotic fruits that are nourished by the vitality of heaven and earth go? Not in the academy, not in Chang'an City, not in the entire Datang Empire, and neither did he Chen Pipi.

Chen Pipi looked at the unconscious Ning Que for a long time, then lowered his head and took out a crystal clear small porcelain bottle made of unknown material, with an expression of pain and hesitation on his face, holding the small porcelain bottle. His arms trembled, as if the small porcelain vase was as heavy as a peach mountain.