So What If You’ve Been Reborn? Chapter 318: Old wounds

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The spirit of the immortal monk is very fragile once it loses its original protection.

This kind of fragility does not mean being easily injured, but being more sensitive to external stimuli.

The soul is the foundation of the immortal. If the soul is lost, it is a walking dead, which is no different from a refined puppet.

The world is greedy, anger, ignorance and anger. The immortal world is full of voices. Some people get sentiment with their spirits, some people get in with their souls, and some people get in with one foot, and they can't get up again. Devil's heart.

What Chen He feels now is a strong strangeness.

The soul is protected by the senior brother, the whole body is comfortable, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is floating. At this time, it should be immersed in the heart, and the Qingyuan veins, meditation and understanding are-similar things, he did not know in Liuyanshan How many times I did it, but this time I couldn't gather my mind and forget everything.

"Brother..."

Chen He thought it was because of Shi Feng's spirit protecting himself too tightly.

"Release slightly."

Shi Feng had a pause, and withdrew a little distance according to the words.

The embarrassing thing happened to Chen He. When Shi Feng retreated, he reluctantly followed him, even clinging to it.

The spirit is the root of the immortal monk. As the saying goes, the heart moves at will, and even if you don't listen to it suddenly, it is easy to be suspected of being the master of the spirit deliberately by making such a move.

Chen He was extremely embarrassed. With his lonely temper and not knowing how to distinguish, he could only desperately control the spirit to retreat.

Shenhun was very reluctant. Chen He dragged it back every inch, and even dragged it back part of it. There was still a bit of hook on Shi Feng who refused to leave.

As Chen He's expression became more and more distorted, and he was about to become angry, Shi Feng calmed down in a low voice: "You have a wound in your soul, and the same source of exercises can help you heal. Now this must be instinct, and the younger brother does not need to worry. "

These words uttered everything Chen He wanted to say but hadn't thought of.

Chen He's heart loosened, and instead of focusing on dragging, the spirit immediately bounced back to stick to Shi Feng's spirit.

"..."

The matter was opened, and it was indeed no big deal, but Chen He felt uncomfortable.

He closed his eyes and looked inside, and his vision was what he saw. Seeing "self" so stubbornly wrapped around his senior brother, Chen He felt that his face would be lost all his life.

Want to withdraw the soul, the coolness of ironing, like a tide, shaking Chen He's mind bit by bit.

If it hadn't been for years of hard work and determination, Chen He suspected that he had been addicted at the moment, and let Shi Feng's spirit bring him around, and would not know anything.

It stands to reason that this kind of situation should have made Chen He vigilant and suspicious of what he was doing.

——It can’t be worse if the soul is controlled by others.

But the bond between souls and gods is too deep.

Originally, it was just relaxation and comfort. As the two approached, some of the spiritual thoughts had begun to merge without any suffocation.

It feels very strange. For example, if you step on soft shoes of the right size and size, you seem to have a cup of hot and cold aging wine with the right taste. Maybe not the best, but it must be the best for you. .

This kind of natural fit made Chen He feel dizzy and at the same time more puzzled.

There are no two people in the world who have exactly the same appearance (even if they are twin brothers, the monks can see many subtle differences in their eyesight), let alone the same soul.

So fit...

This made Chen He not think about it, and it won't work.

The same technique? Blood relatives? When the two are superimposed, there is such a result?

Chen He didn't have time to continue to wonder, the spirit moved to the Qingyuan ground line, and the rushing river was very unhappy when he felt the two spirits who were fellow practitioners with the fire spirit.

Shui Ling pulse aggressively wants to throw out the "uninvited guests".

Shu Feng is not anxious or annoyed, he takes advantage of the trend to avoid, and the water spirit pulse is rushed, and there is no interest-it is just the fire spirit breath, not the earth fire vein that comes to compete with it.

Next, let's look at the foundation of Beixuan Secret Method.

If you practice well, the Shui Lingmai will take care of it, and the understanding is not deep, like people and birds can’t communicate, how can you look at it more?

The water spirit veins are not gentle.

I want to get close to it, but there is a fire spirit breath that bores it. The water spirit vein unceremoniously suppresses the power of the fire spirit, showing extreme contempt: in its territory, even the fire is trapped. With.

Most of Chen He's strength now comes from the Liuyan Mountain vein repair. His foundation is not as strong as Shi Feng, and he feels exhausted first.

He has a strong spirit and needs to concentrate on understanding.

However, after a few breaths, Chen He fell asleep.

The soul is floating ignorantly, leaning against Shi Feng, unsuspecting.

Shu Feng guided the spirit to slowly return to the center of Chen He's eyebrows, and by the way, he split out a part and then dived into the Purple Mansion Shentai-the inside was empty, and there was no trace of the mirage.

Shi Feng opened his eyes, walked to Chen He, and embraced his younger brother.

The sitting posture that was originally used is now a bit inconvenient. Chen He couldn't sit firmly in front of Shi Feng, staying in the shadow of Shi Feng's figure.

Shi Feng felt amused, and gently squeezed the bridge of his younger brother’s nose:

"Remember this matter."

Raises Chen He's right hand and touches his palm.

Enduring the loss of the true essence and spiritual energy, he quickly probed the meridians of Chen He-Shi Feng didn't dare to do this when Junior Brother was awake.

Chen He's soul is equivalent to being tricked out of him.

Aura exploration of the meridians, and even the brain domain, is equivalent to a taboo in the eyes of the immortal. Those who are willing to accept such exploration must have given full trust, or cannot refuse the other party.

The junior, who has forgotten everything, is not so familiar with him yet. Of course, Shi Feng will not make any request that embarrass Chen He.

After a long absence, Shi Feng's mood is far better than that of the past. Only when his junior leaning on his arms at this moment, delusions grow quietly.

The face of the young man whose heroic spirit has faded, only when his eyes are closed, is it more like Chen He who called his seniors back then, no longer staring at his surroundings with sharp and alert eyes.

Shi Feng was not only relieved by the lingering doubts in his eyes when the younger brother looked at him (it is normal for the younger brother to not remember, it is good to make him feel familiar), but also impatient with these doubts.

Four hundred years.

The years he spent with his junior and seniors are pitiful.

Only more than ten years in the Heiyuan Valley, the small courtyard in Xicheng, Yuzhou, the last place to live, there are more demons.

Chen He's lips pressed tightly. When he was asleep, he unconsciously loosened it. Without such a strong line, his face immediately softened.

In the Black Abyss Valley, the young man sitting on the pear tree, clutching his cheek and clamoring that he has only one dimple, seemed to be dazzling.

Shi Feng's palm rested between Chen He's eyebrows, and he smoothed his slightly frowned eyebrows.

So on this familiar and somewhat unfamiliar face, there is only a heavy fatigue.

As if feeling this closeness, Chen He moved unconsciously, leaning on Shi Feng's chest, and fell asleep again.

Shi Feng trembled slightly.

At the same time, his true essence has detected the old wound on the back of Chen He's head.

It's not serious, it's just that the whole body's aura is the same as the fire spirit, and the place injured by the fire in the stone is also regarded as "nothing unusual" and will not heal for many years.

Shi Feng subdued Muzhonghuo, and the true essence was completely integrated with the fire spirit, and he couldn't help his junior.

I hope to borrow this Qingyuan Mountain and River Valley——

Shi Feng sighed and recovered his true essence.

In the valley, aura is used a little less, and if you want to recover, you can only climb the cliff.

***

Chen He did not wake up until the tenth day of sleep.

Opened my eyes and looked at the stone roof in a daze, and the long black hair falling in front of my eyes.

It's very cool and slippery.

It's just that Chen He is not younger than when he was young, and the hair he held in his palm was a bit more...

Being so disturbed, Shi Feng woke up from Xiuxin Jingwu and looked down at him.

"The neck is stretched out, and the quality is exposed." Chen He blurted out.

"..."

Shi Feng raised his eyebrows.

Oh, today is Luo Shenfu.

Shi Feng thought that Chen He would cover his mouth after the meeting, and then he was annoyed at why this sentence came out, and pushed him away in a panic. When he avoided a long distance, Chen He looked at him blankly. .

After talking frivolously, it's gone?

This made Shi Feng, who was waiting to see the excitement, whispered in confusion: "Chen He?"

"Brother."

Chen He responded cautiously.

He has a strange expression, his eyes are clear, a little curious, and very regular.

"Are you my brother?"

"..."

No, even if the younger brother loses his memory, he doesn't look like this. There is a bit of trepidation in this rule.

Sure enough, Chen He's next sentence crushed Shi Feng's fluke.

"Brother, where is the grasshopper I caught, where is the pond?"

"...all there." Shi Feng said these two words with difficulty, and immediately asked, "Brother, how old are you this year?"

Chen He tilted his head, stretched out his fingers, and calculated it earnestly.

Shi Feng's heart sank heavily, without Chen He answering, he already knew the answer.

"It seems to be...three years old." Chen He frowned.

There is actually a "seem"! Shi Feng didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

"Obviously I shouldn't be at this age." Chen He looked at his hand and unfolded his sleeves in a novel way. After tossing for a while, he became disinterested, and grabbed the corner of Shi Feng's robe, "Brother, I I'm hungry."

"You, you should not feel hungry."

The monk bigu, not to mention the fairy.

Faced with such "relentless" reminders from Shi Feng, Chen He touched his stomach with his hands, and said blankly: "It seems that there is no, but shouldn't I have something to eat in the morning?"

"..."

After a while, Nan Hongzi, who was confused, was dragged by the apprentice.

"Are the Qingyuan Mountains and Rivers Spirit Veins too domineering?" Shi Feng asked urgently.

How many times have Chen He lost his memory in the three hundred years, and he can still be his alchemist pool? Here, he uses his spirit veins to force his cultivation to become spiritual energy, and he is now three years old.

Nan Hongzi looked solemn after hearing this.

Looking at the little apprentice sitting there obediently, he stretched out his hand to get his pulse.

Chen He reluctantly evaded, and looked at Shi Feng like a help: "Brother?"

Shi Feng immediately took him in his arms, with his head pointed at his chest, and an arm was thrown out for Nan Hongzi to continue the diagnosis and treatment.

Nan Hongzi:......

After consuming a lot of spiritual energy, Nan Hongzi waved his hand in relief: "It's okay, this is a sign of improvement. The Shui Lingmai is removing the smell of fire in the stone at the wound, and it will appear like this when affected by this. Situation."

Shi Feng also speculated that the mirage was in the core of Chen Hexian.

But the younger brother who has lost his memory can still do double cultivation, thinking that he is only a three-year-old younger brother, he can’t... uh!

Nan Hongzi obviously thought of this too, gloating: "Shi Feng, don't be like this, wait for the little apprentice to sleep and wake up, maybe it will be fine! By the way, you tell me the details of Chen He's waking up. Let’s talk about it and see if it’s unusual."

When Shi Feng finished speaking, Nan Hongzi laughed suddenly:

"You, you mean, the little apprentice doesn't remember anything, but the first sentence when he wakes up is still teasing you?"