Ning Que did not believe that he would die because of the law of cause and effect that he firmly believed in. However, he was seriously injured today and the invisible spear pierced through his chest was beyond his cognition. Therefore, on the sixteenth year since he came to this world, he finally began to seriously consider the issue of death.
He woke up and tried to open his eyes immediately. He raised his head and looked around with the last of his strength, trying to see if he had come to the Underworld and if the Underworld really existed in this world.
A very white and round face appeared in the air very close to him. The eyes on the round face were narrowed into two small dots, which were staring at him with puzzled and curious eyes.
Because this big face was round, white, smooth, and tender, it looked like the moon in his hometown that he had not seen for a long time. Therefore, Ning Que, who had been attacked by his injuries and lost his mind, did not feel afraid. Instead, he felt very close to it.
He leaned against the wall and slightly tilted his head to look at the big round face near him. He smiled weakly and said, "The Yaksha in the Underworld should be very dark, so I should not be dead yet. Then, who are you?"
The big round face near him did not scare Chen Pipi, but he suddenly opened his eyes and startled Chen Pipi. Chen Pipi widened his eyes and stared at the pale face of the man. He said, "I want to know who you are."
Ning Que raised his trembling right hand to cover his seemingly normal but actually painful and empty chest. He frowned and looked to the side to make sure that he was still on the second floor of the old library. It was already dark outside the window, and the female professor by the window had left. He could not help but feel surprised and cold. Why did the female professor turn a blind eye to him?
Now, except for himself, basically no student of the Academy would go to the second floor of the old library, not to mention that it was late at night. Thinking of the handwriting that was obviously left at night, he was stunned and looked at the fat lad in the summer robe in front of him. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Chen Pipi?"
Chen Pipi's eyes widened. Of course, no matter how big it became, it was just the process of changing from a mung bean to a green bean and then to a soybean. He stared at Ning Que and said incredulously, "You are Ning Que?"
"That's right." Ning Que stared at his round face, and a flame of intense shock suddenly appeared in his eyes. He said in a hoarse voice, "If you don't want to see me die, think of a way to save me!"
Chen Pipi didn't ask why he had to save her. These days, the two of them had been exchanging letters. Although they hadn't met face to face, they already knew each other's temperament. What's more, the idiots scolded each other, mocked and ridiculed each other. After helping each other so many times, how could they just watch each other die without helping each other?
Putting two fingers on Ning Que's wrist, Chen Pipi was silent for a moment. Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows and stared at Ning Que's eyes in disbelief. He said, "How come you're still alive after such a serious injury?"
"Not dying doesn't mean I won't die. I'm about to die. How much more nonsense do you want to spout, you idiot?"
"You idiot, why didn't you get treated in Chang 'an when you were so badly injured? Why did you come to the Academy and dawdle? Don't tell me you came all the way here just to treat my injuries? "
"Why not? Didn't you say you were a genius? "
"What does genius have to do with medical skills?"
"The first question you gave me was a prescription."
"Prescriptions can't cure people. You should be dead now. No matter how exquisite the prescription is, it can't cure you."
Ning Que's spirit was extremely weak. Looking at the guy in front of him, he said, "I've been lying here for a whole day, but no one in the Academy cared about me. Even the gentle and pleasant female professor left me here so heartlessly. You can't leave me alone."
Chen Pipi looked down and saw the bowl of water and two steamed buns beside Ning Que. He said, "Senior Sister is quiet and peaceful. She lives in the cottage at the back of the mountain and is always quiet. She didn't leave you alone …"
"You don't have to explain anything. The Academy must reject indifference and warm you and me."
Ning Que tiredly raised his head and looked at Chen Pipi under the dim starlight. After a moment of silence, he smiled self-mockingly and said, "Anyway, my life … is in your hands."
After saying this, his eyes slightly drooped and his shoulders loosened. He quickly fell into a coma again.
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Chen Pipi opened his mouth wide and looked at the guy in a coma in the corner, his face full of disbelief.
"What is this? You fainted without saying your last words. Are you bullying me because I have to save you? You're acting shamelessly! How can you do things like this? "
He muttered angrily and squatted down with difficulty. Finally, he simply sat on the floor and stretched out his right hand. His five fat fingers tapped on Ning Que's chest dozens of times like lightning.
When he checked Ning Que's pulse, he knew that Ning Que was seriously injured, and the injury was between the Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow in his chest. For an ordinary person or even an ordinary cultivator, this kind of injury was indeed fatal. But as Ning Que hoped, as a peerless genius cultivated by both the West-Hill and the Academy, Chen Pipi was really a peerless genius even though he did not look like one.
The most important temperament of a genius was self-confidence. As for the pride extended from self-confidence, it was another matter.
Chen Pipi's self-confidence was all-round. Since Ning Que was not dead at this time, he firmly believed that Ning Que would be fine as long as he took action. Is the fatal injury in the Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow so terrible? I, a genius, can easily use the Natural Stream Magical Finger and the Academy's no-boundary spirit to gather the pure Qi of Heaven and Earth. I only need a few seconds to lift you up.
Eh? Chen Pipi suddenly let out a strange cry and withdrew his fingers as if touching charcoal. His eyes fell on Ning Que's chest which did not show any abnormality. He frowned as if his eyebrows were about to be folded into several sections, and his expression became unprecedentedly serious.
"It's so weird, so weird, so weird, how could it be possible …"
His thick lips slightly moved, Chen Pipi stared at Ning Que's chest and kept murmuring to himself. No one knew what he had found, but his voice became more and more trembling and less confident.
"There is a sharp sword style entering your body through the wood and breaking your internal organs and flesh. It should be a cultivator who hurt you. But that cultivator is at most in the Seethrough State. How could the sword style staying in your flesh resist my Natural Stream Finger? Why doesn't the gentleman's no-boundary spirit that teacher taught me work at all? "
"This sword style is indeed sharp, and it is the cultivator's desperate strike before his death. Ning Que, you poor guy who can't cultivate, actually forced a Sword Master to this point. You are really proud. But … if I can't cure you, how can I be proud in front of you in the future?"
"No! Where does the cold aura around your chest and abdomen come from? How can it touch my Taoist Heart? No! How can there be such a scorching aura! Where does this destructive aura come from? "
Chen Pipi was shocked and fell on the floor. He looked at Ning Que who was leaning against the wall and unconscious. He thought to himself, "What on earth happened to you? How could there be such a strange and terrible phenomenon in your body?"
He gradually hid the shock on his face and put his hands on his knees. He slowly closed his eyes and began to think about what he had detected before. Occasionally, he raised his round hands and gently drew some unknown Emblematic Gestures in the air in front of him. He carefully continued to investigate the movement in Ning Que's body.
After a long time, Chen Pipi opened his eyes and looked at Ning Que. The emotions in his eyes had long been unable to calm down, only endless puzzlement and confusion.
According to his judgment, there should be a copious and irresistible scorching power that directly entered Ning Que's body through the channel that cultivator used his sword style to break in Ning Que's chest, and instantly destroyed the stupid Snow Mountain that was blocked by all acupoints. Logically speaking, when the Snow Mountain under the Ocean of Qi was directly destroyed, Ning Que should have died immediately. But somehow, there was an absolutely cold aura that entered this guy's body, and when the Snow Mountain collapsed and melted, another Snow Mountain was formed!
It had to be admitted that in the cultivation world, Chen Pipi was indeed a peerless genius that only appeared in a hundred years. He did not witness the battle in the lakeside house, did not see the raised top wing on the Vermilion Bird Avenue, did not see the invisible spear thrown from the sky, and did not see the big black umbrella gently swaying like a lotus. He also did not use divination like the Nation Master Li Qingshan did. He only deduced the situation at that time through Ning Que's internal injuries.
However … knowing how Ning Que's internal injuries were formed did not mean that he could cure them.
"After the Snow Mountain in his body was destroyed, he did not die on the spot, and in the blink of an eye, a new Snow Mountain was formed. What a mysterious and profound method … I'm afraid the Great God's Vanquish Skill in the Taoist Temple is no better than this. Haotian's brilliance enlightens mortals' Apertures, which is probably the way of destruction and rebirth."
Chen Pipi stared at the unconscious Ning Que absentmindedly, and murmured in a trembling voice, "But I didn't feel a trace of Haotian's Divine Light in this guy's body, and how could those Great Divine Priests of West-Hill come to Chang 'an? Even if they suddenly became idiots, how could they exhaust half of their lifetime cultivation to enlighten you? "
"If it was not the Great God's Vanquish Skill, then who did something in your body? Was it someone from Xuankong Temple? No, those bald monks only know how to chant and preach Zen, but they don't have this kind of earthly method. Those stupid guys from Devil's Doctrine can't do it, and the master in the Taoist Temple … can't do it either. Such a wonderful method … I don't know if the Headmaster of Academy can do it, but the master is traveling with Eldest Brother in other countries, and there is no reason for him to come back at this time. "
"What the hell is going on?" Chen Pipi was puzzled, and scratched his head in pain. His black hair kept passing between his fat fingers, like a tired old bull painfully plowing the black soil of Yan Kingdom.
Chen Pipi was very clear that the destruction and reconstruction of the Snow Mountain in Ning Que's body seemed to be a great Lucky Chance, but without the protection of Haotian's Divine Light, this extremely violent destruction and rebirth was basically equal to death. The Snow Mountain in Ning Que's chest and abdomen was extremely unstable, and could collapse at any time, and the aura there was so weak that it was close to nothingness. If this guy wanted to survive, someone had to inject vitality into him with a very mysterious method.
The Primordial Qi between Heaven and Earth was balanced, so how could he find vitality in the nothingness of the night? Unless he could find the exotic flowers and fruits on the foreign islands that had been nourished by the Primordial Qi for tens of thousands of years, there was only a glimmer of hope for the dying Ning Que.
But where could he find those exotic flowers and fruits nourished by the Primordial Qi of Heaven and Earth? Not in the Academy, not in Chang 'an, not in the whole Tang Empire, not even Chen Pipi.
Chen Pipi looked at the unconscious Ning Que for a long time, and then lowered his head to take out a crystal clear porcelain bottle made of unknown materials. His face showed a painful and hesitant expression, and his arm holding the small porcelain bottle began to tremble, as if the small porcelain bottle was as heavy as a Peach Mountain and could not bear it.
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