Wen Ruolan had insomnia.
Lying on the bed in the single dormitory, she stared blankly at the dark night, but her mind was running wild, and complicated thoughts kept emerging in her mind. One moment, it was the happy times of childhood, the next moment, she married her husband after the death of her parents, the next moment, it was the despair after losing, and finally, it was the fear after escaping from the Ye family in Liaoyang.
Wen Ruolan had died once, in Onizuka.
In order to save her husband, she sacrificed herself to Zhou Qingfeng. At that time, Zhou Qingfeng didn't care about her husband's life and death, but was very interested in her because of his nature as a man. After losing her chastity, her heart was like dead ashes, and she slowly stepped into the gloomy lake. When her whole body was soaked in the cold lake water, she choked and had difficulty breathing, and her survival instinct made her struggle.
Zhou Qingfeng saved Wen Ruolan again. That little thief was really hateful. He ruined her reputation but didn't allow her to die. However, after dying once in the lake, Wen Ruolan had a great fear of death — the feeling of death was as if her soul fell into the abyss and couldn't break free. It was too terrible.
Most people who had died once didn't want to die again, and just wanted to live well.
Wen Ruolan still wanted to live, and she only hoped to hide everything as if she had never lost her chastity. But she was too sensitive and too timid. After returning to Liaoyang, she was always afraid. Her husband soon noticed that something was wrong with her and became extremely irritable, asking many questions. Until one day, when she heard the servants of the Ye family began to talk behind her back, she knew that the truth couldn't be contained.
In order to survive, Wen Ruolan fled and wandered all the way to the south. She had never lived alone and didn't have the awareness of being a cultivator. She didn't even bring money and didn't know how to buy things, afraid of bumping into people. When she was found by the Revolutionary Army's shelter team, she was dirty like a beggar — the shelter team saw that she was a young woman and let her into the carriage.
From Liaoyang to Gaizhou, Wen Ruolan only had a bowl of porridge every day, barely not starving to death. When she arrived at the shelter camp in Gaizhou, she found that she was taken in by a group of rebels called the Revolutionary Army.
So be it. I don't have much of a choice.
There were tens of thousands of poor people waiting to enter the Liaodong Peninsula to be allocated land in the reception camp. Wen Ruolan hid among them, not even the slightest bit conspicuous. Many people in the camp fell ill. She couldn't bear to see them, so she used the pills she carried with her to treat them. The people who were saved thanked her profusely. Only then did the 'Revolutionary Army' who managed the camp know that there was actually a female cultivator here who had a high personal ability but was living a miserable life.
Naturally, Wen Ruolan was sent to the newly established Ministry of Health of the Revolutionary Army. She quickly made some achievements, and then she was bumped into by Zhou Qingfeng. At this moment, she was lying quietly on the bed, and there were only two thoughts in her mind.
This kid turned out to be the leader of the Revolutionary Army. Your luck has come. Quickly follow him, and you won't have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of your life.
It was this brat who ruined your reputation and ruined your Young Mistress' peaceful life. If you follow him, won't you be shameless?
You're already living so hard. What's wrong with finding a man to rely on? Don't tell me you don't want the young and rich, and want to torture yourself to find an old and ugly one?
If you follow him, your reputation will be ruined.
What was the use of fame? Could fame make a living?
Thinking of the pain, Wen Ruolan cried bitterly, and her tears wet her sweat towel. After tossing and turning for a whole night, she finally fell asleep. The sky was already bright.
After dawn, it was noisy outside the dormitory. The place where Wen Ruolan lived was the place where the senior technical personnel of the 'Revolutionary Army' gathered. There was an endless stream of people who had to go out to work early in the morning. After she was woken up, she couldn't go back to sleep. She could only go to the No. 3 laboratory of the Ministry of Health to work with two dark circles under her eyes.
As soon as she entered the gate of the Ministry of Health, everyone in the department had a strange look in their eyes. Wen Ruolan was really timid. She was so nervous that she didn't dare to ask what had happened. She went to the cafeteria to eat breakfast while trembling. When she walked to the door of her laboratory, she saw a figure sitting in front of the square table where she made elixirs and was fiddling with something.
"You …" Seeing this person, Wen Ruolan lowered her head and stood at the door, feeling wronged. She whispered, "What are you doing here? Don't let people gossip about you. "
Naturally, it was Uncle Zhou in the room. He had been busy for the past few months, and his mind was full of work. When he saw Wen Ruolan yesterday, Zhou Qingfeng felt like he saw a clear stream. Wen Ruolan didn't sleep well last night. He also tossed and turned like a pancake. Today, before dawn, he came to the Ministry of Health to 'guide the work'. Everyone knew that their young marshal was in heat.
When he saw Wen Ruolan, Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand and said, "Come, come, I suddenly have a new idea for refining elixirs. Come here quickly. "
Wen Ruolan hesitated at the door for a long time. She thought that she should leave in a huff, or even hang herself, jump into a well, or cut her wrists to show that she was unyielding and her reputation was not damaged. But she bit her lip, glanced left and right quickly, and entered the house in a flash.
"You … Will you look down on me?"
"Don't talk nonsense. Come here quickly."
Zhou Qingfeng reached out and pulled Wen Ruolan. Without looking for another stool, she directly sat on his lap. The woman had a small frame. She curled up in Zhou Qingfeng's arms like a cat. She didn't dare to get too close to Zhou Qingfeng. She kept a distance to show her 'innocence', but she didn't stand up and leave.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't care about this. He held one of Wen Ruolan's hands and used the military link to connect his thoughts with the woman. The two shared the information they saw with their own senses without any ill feelings. Wen Ruolan found that the table where she was refining elixirs was radiating a distinctive spiritual power line — this was what she saw from the perspective of the 'Heavenly Eye'.
"I don't know how to refine elixirs, and I don't know the rules of alchemy. But I have a special ability to find the most correct method of refining elixirs. I can also see the changes in the entire refining process. I only know how to see, but I don't understand the truth. " Zhou Qingfeng was referring to the 'Heavenly Eye' and 'Yin-Yang Tablet' that he had mastered. The combination of the two could produce the ability to see through everything.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't know how to describe it. But when these chaotic and complicated spiritual power lines appeared in front of Wen Ruolan's eyes, she saw the most beautiful picture in the world. The little woman was timid and sat in Zhou Qingfeng's arms. But soon, her eyes lit up. She put her hands on the table and straightened her back.
"Sister Wen, do you think there's a pattern in these scribbled things? Sister Wen, sister … "Zhou Qingfeng shouted a few times. But he found that Wen Ruolan was completely absorbed in the world of the spiritual power lines. She took out her small alchemy furnace and refined several ordinary elixirs. Then, she saw the changes in the refining process. She even constantly fiddled with those spiritual power lines.
Every time she fiddled with them, the spiritual power in Wen Ruolan's body would be greatly consumed. Zhou Qingfeng's spirit was connected with her, so he immediately transferred his spiritual power to her. He didn't say anything to urge her, and just quietly watched the changes.
Since occupying the Liaodong Peninsula, Zhou Qingfeng could faintly have some kind of spiritual connection with this land. As long as the people set foot in the territory under his control, they would more or less provide him with some power of hope.
It was just like when Guo Buyi had laid down a Spirit Gathering Formation in Fu Shun to collect the Power of Will, and Zhou Qingfeng had relied on some kind of law that existed in the dark to naturally become the center of the Power of Will with his status as a ruler. Through the transformation of the power of hope, he could obtain almost unlimited and uninterrupted spiritual power. Over time, this spiritual power supply would change from a trickle to a torrential river.
Now, with the support of Zhou Qingfeng, Wen Ruolan could carry out alchemy experiments that she didn't even dare to think about in the past. She saw the essence with the help of the 'Heavenly Eye' and found the best solution with the help of the 'Yin-Yang Tablet'. Soon, several ordinary elixir recipes were improved to the best by her. Many complex spiritual power laws were summarized into concise and accurate words in her eyes.
Zhou Qingfeng and Wen Ruolan's spirit were connected. Wen Ruolan explored, and he summarized and copied. The two of them continued to experiment silently in the laboratory. Occasionally, they called people to come in to provide raw materials, bring tea and food, and light candles. After a day and a night, a thick copy of the basic principles of spiritual mechanics appeared on the draft paper.
Wen Ruolan was already very tired, but she had gained a lot. She leaned on Zhou Qingfeng's chest and flipped through the draft page by page. She even teased Zhou Qingfeng for his ugly handwriting. After reading the draft, she was surprised to find that she had solved the mystery of spiritual power circulation. Her cultivation had skyrocketed overnight — — when she had sex with Zhou Qingfeng, her cultivation had reached the fifth layer of qi and blood. Now, it had actually risen to the eighth layer.
The eighth layer of qi and blood was already a realm that ordinary cultivators could only hope to reach.
She was only one step away from the ninth layer.
"What an ill-fated relationship."
Thinking about how she had bitterly cultivated since she was young, but still couldn't compare to hooking up with Zhou Qingfeng, Wen Ruolan's last bit of defense in her heart completely collapsed. She weakly leaned on the man's chest and asked in a low voice: "Do you know how many people will fight to the death for this manuscript if it gets out?"
"Good things naturally have to be treasured. You can keep this manuscript, I'm too lazy to read it anyway. It's up to you to decide who you want to teach it to, "Zhou Qingfeng said.
The basic principles of spiritual power circulation that Zhou Qingfeng had copied was a peerless secret book that could break through all obstacles and directly pointed to the core of cultivation. It was like the 'three major laws of motion', very simple, but extremely important. All the development of classical mechanics was based on these few words, and no one could get around them — — and before Newton revealed these three laws, human's research on mechanics was often superficial and could not understand the essence.
To be able to obtain such a treasure, one's name would definitely go down in history. Wen Ruolan let out a long sigh and felt warm in her heart. Her personal honor and disgrace had become a small matter, and she had nothing else to ask for in this life. She asked in a low voice: "You want me, don't you?"
"Yes." Zhou Qingfeng nodded. "I like you very much."
"Then don't be too fierce to me in the future. I'm timid and will be afraid."
"Okay."
"I have a bad reputation, and I don't want to show my face in public. I only want to quietly stay by your side. "
"It's fine if you don't like crowds, I can definitely take good care of you. But as for your reputation, I have the final say. Don't be too self-reproachful. Whoever dares to gossip, I will kill him. "
"In the future, if you hate me and get tired of me, don't scold me, and don't drive me away. I really can't live alone. I like to eat sweet fruits and candied fruits. If you poison my snacks, I will go happily. "
"Nonsense, I don't like to hear this, and I'm not a heartless animal. I won't touch your snacks in the future. "
At this moment, the two of them were connected. They hugged each other and said some sweet words. Wen Ruolan's mood was getting better and better. She suddenly asked with a smile: "You bad guy, you are too overbearing. Tell me, what do you like about me? "
"I just like to bully you."
"What if other women also let you bully them?"
"I'm not a hungry ghost who bullies every woman I see."
Wen Ruolan did not believe it, and said with a smile: "Do you remember Fan Wan'er in Onizuka? She is very charming, and my ex-husband was infatuated with her. If she let you bully her, do you want her? "
"No," Zhou Qingfeng said firmly, "I don't like that kind of woman who looks like she's not serious. She deliberately bullied you before. If I see her, I will avenge you by punching her to death. "
Wen Ruolan was actually quite inferior to her appearance and figure. Hearing Zhou Qingfeng's fierce words, she frowned and said: "I don't like you men fighting and killing every day. If you see that kind of seductive woman, just drive her away. Don't kill her. "
Zhou Qingfeng nodded quickly, hugged Wen Ruolan and kissed her. But he didn't think that after sitting in the laboratory for a day and a night, someone suddenly coughed at the door.
Minister Yu of the Ministry of Health said at the door: "You're a dignified young marshal, but you don't do proper work. You came here to pick up girls all night. I really admire you."
"I'm doing scientific research."
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