Copper Coins Chapter 66: Iron Army (1)

A single dragon salivation is quite powerful for ordinary people, but it is not a troublesome thing for people like Xuanmin, it just requires some basic restraint. But the effect of dragon saliva will be doubled twice. Ordinary people may not be able to bear it. Even Xuanmin was sweating profusely last night.

Now this is the third time...

Although he couldn't feel the same way, Xue Xianguang knew from his imagination that this was probably not something that ordinary people could survive, and his life might be at risk. Xuan Min also forcibly pressed the dragon saliva into his body, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that something would happen.

This body temperature alone is enough to burn people to death.

Although it's been a tough day, I have to think of something, after all, dragon saliva comes from him. Xue Xian found out conscience, and pondered in his heart. He didn't know what to do, but no matter what he did, he shouldn't be in a crowded environment. It was best if there was no one in the way. After all, this wasn't something suitable for people to talk to.

He thought for a while, and said with Xuanmin: "Since this house is very related to you, don't you plan to search carefully for clues to the past?"

Xuan Min naturally planned, so he responded with a sound from his throat.

Xue Xian turned to Shitou Zhang and Lu Twenqi again and said, "In order not to worry about Jiang Shining and the others waiting for a long time, you two should go back first, and I will plough this small building again with the bald donkey."

Lu Twenqi's eyes are naturally speechless, but Shitou Zhang hesitated for a while, and wanted to stay and help. After all, it was said to be a "small building". Not much. But he thought about it, the two ancestors must have a reason for making such a decision, so he didn't ask any more questions, nodded and said, "Okay, we and I will go back to Fang's house first."

There is no fog and miasma, and the path leading to the outside of the forest is clearly visible. It is not too far from the Fang's house, but with Shitou Zhang and Lu Tianqi's footsteps, it is estimated that the sun will have to enter the Fang's courtyard gate now. .

Worrying that the city gate would be closed if they were too procrastinated, the two of them didn't delay for a while, and immediately set off on the road.

Xue Xian had already been relocated by Xuan Min to the second wheelchair outside the door. He watched the backs of the two disappear at the end of the woods in the distance, and suddenly heard Xuan Min speak in a deep voice behind him: " Speak."

He turned his head suspiciously: "Huh?"

"Deliberately set them aside." Xuan Min calmly raised his hand and nodded towards the forest.

Is this all seen? Xue Xian touched his face, looked away from Xuan Min, and said vaguely, "It's my fault."

Xuan Min didn't react for a while, and looked at him in confusion.

Xue Xian scratched his cheeks and raised his chin at Xuanmin's neck: "Dragon Saliva."

Xuan Min was taken aback by his attitude of admitting his mistake, then he glanced at him helplessly, then shook his head and walked into the room, "It's okay."

"..." Xue Xian said angrily, "It's okay to coax ghosts, it's okay to talk about it when it's heated into a steamer."

The triple dragon saliva is superimposed together, and even Xuan Min can't stand it, so how can it really be harmless. He was just accustomed to restraining everything and endured it as if he was suffering.

Xue Xian still wanted to speak, but Xuan Min in the room had already recruited the black bird again, and when he saw it slapped the roof violently, Xuan Min followed the floor of the room and sank into the stone room below.

After another moment, he came up with the dying man. Seeing that he raised his hand and pulled something from the man's waist, he took the man out of the house. Because he was very tired of being dirty, and he didn't like to have physical contact with strangers, he used the power of a spell to remove the man. The man pretended to lie in front of him, and found a place to bury the man in the vast expanse of wild forest outside the bamboo building.

After returning to the house, Xuan Min painted the dusting spell again and cleaned the whole house together with his monk robes.

Xue Xian: "..." Your robe didn't even touch that person's body, okay?

He was doing all kinds of things calmly and calmly. Xue Xian watched him go back and forth in front of him until all traces of strangers in the entire small bamboo building were cleaned up. He stood in front of Xue Xian again.

"Come in." He said in a low voice, and took Xue Xian back into the room again, still placing it on the desk, but this time the desk had been cleaned up spotlessly.

Xue Xian was quite speechless, thinking that this bald donkey was really poor.

Since I said that I want to find some traces of the past, it is impossible to just stay on the surface. Standing in front of the bookcase, Xuan Min picked up a few books, and he did not shy away from Xue Xian, so he kept two of them by Xue Xian's hand, and looked through the others by himself.

The meaning of this action is really obvious, that is, tacitly allowing Xue Xian to help him find clues in the book together.

This kind of unknowingly bringing people into his own bounds without any precautions pleases Xue Xian. He picked up the book and turned it over, but the process of rummaging was rather absent-minded.

Because he's still thinking about the ambergris.

Xuan Min seemed to have made up his mind to keep all the discomfort in his body without revealing a single bit of it. His fingers were extremely steady when he turned the book, page by page without rushing, and he couldn't see the slightest clue.

Xue Xian stared at the book for a while, then his eyes moved to Xuan Min again. He thought for a while, raised his hand to check the temperature of Tan Xuanmin's finger, and left with a touch.

Xuan Min's fingers were hot and burning.

"...I'll help you." Xue Xian said erratically.

Xuan Min's attention was still immersed in the book, and he heard a deep response, but he didn't take his eyes off the page, and he didn't even stop his hand to turn the book. It can be seen that Xue Xian was clueless. What is the meaning of the unfinished sentence, maybe Xue Xian's help means looking for books.

The words have already been thrown out, and there is no reason to take them back. So Xue Xian added another sentence: "I said dragon saliva."

Xuan Min froze as he turned the pages of the book.

Since the long saliva trapped by this wicked obstacle has been beaten wave after wave, Xuan Min has always avoided getting too close to Xue Xian. Except for the fact that he couldn't walk, he had to hold him, and at the rest of the time, he deliberately avoided contact with Xue Xian.

It's like now, when he put the book by Xue Xian's hand, he walked back to the bookcase, instead of standing on the desk and flipping through it.

It would be obvious that someone else would do such a move, but Xuan Min didn't do it that deliberately. But Xue Xian was aware of this, and this was the reason why he wanted to get rid of the influence of Long Xiao earlier - lest the bald donkey silently avoid him all day long, like a ghost.

"I'll help you." Xue Xian flipped the pages of the book back and forth unconsciously, and repeated to Xuanmin.

Xuan Min was silent for a moment, but still turned to look at him and asked in a deep voice, "How to solve it?"

His expression was still indifferent and solemn, and he couldn't see the slightest sense of charm. Obviously, it was because Xue Xian had some normal method, such as most of the people who made the poison also made the antidote.

Xue Xian narrowed his eyes, bit the tip of his tongue, hesitated for a moment, and finally coughed: "Do you know what people often say when they meet Da Lao? Blocking is worse than sparse. How did you become a monk? Are there people who are in charge of those clips that I remember? The discipline is not strict, isn't there such a sentence, wine and meat pass through the intestines, and Buddha's heart is left, if no one is in charge..."

I don't know whether to convince Xuan Min or to convince himself, he rarely has the patience to forge such a long list of words. However, the atmosphere in the room did not change at all, so that he was a little unsure of himself as he spoke, and his voice slowed down.

Xuan Min: "..."

Xue Xian: "..."

The two looked at each other with no expression on their faces, but the words implied by their paralyzed expressions were completely different.

After being paralyzed for a long time, Xue Xian's temper came up. Finally, he couldn't bear to throw the book in his hand on the table, and closed the page with a "snap", "Whatever you say, do you want it? Help? Huh?"

Xuan Min lowered his eyes, as if he didn't hear what he said, and turned the page again, then he felt something in his pocket, and then swung his sleeves.

A piece of paper talisman was slapped on Xue Xian's forehead so impartially.

"I—" Xue Xian swallowed the swearing words abruptly. He was locked up, unable to move, and he just choked for a long time before he let the old blood go. If it wasn't because of him, he would have puffed out a long time ago, "Okay, you are amazing. But I advise you not to seal me, after all, I have to dig a grave for you."

There is a reason for saying that the grave is digging. The effect of dragon saliva is not instantaneous, and it always requires a process. If he remembers correctly, last time Xuanmin couldn't stand it until it fell into the night. Now the third time the energy of dragon saliva has not come up, this bald donkey is already like this, and when that energy comes up, if it is still so hard pressed, maybe it really won't survive.

After sealing Xue Xian, Xuan Min said, "No need."

You don't have to be your grandma.

Xue Xian was so angry that he didn't want to talk to him, but he listened to him: "If you have nothing to do, you might as well use copper money to support your muscles and bones."

Raise your grandma.

He opened his mouth once, but Xue Xian was bored and wanted to reply. However, this bald donkey is invulnerable, and he may not be able to do anything when he returns, and he may even make himself even more angry. So Xue Xian muttered in his heart, "You live or die", and then closed his eyes to take care of himself and take care of his muscles and bones.

Xuanmin's copper coins are really useful, except that they will somehow resonate and connect with Xuanmin after a long time, and there are almost no side effects. Xue Xian was quite relieved to use it to nourish his bones, so he sank in not long after, and could no longer hear any movement from the outside world.

Last time it took one night to connect half of the gold threads in the bones. This time, for some unknown reason, the gold threads were connected much faster than before.

This copper coin is easy to use in his hands, it's like recognizing half of the master, and I don't know if it's because Xuanmin's side is stained with dragon saliva, so that the two have a certain breath of each other.

Xue Xian could almost feel the golden thread pulling towards the other end of the broken bone. Every step was a little laborious, but after each step was completed, he felt a sense of comfort.

Only in the process, he also felt another taste creeping up in his body, it seemed to be mixed with the spiritual power injected into the body by the copper coins, along the silk thread, a little bit from the depths of the root bone spread to more places.

A feeling of hot flashes and numbness, which makes people inexplicably anxious and impatient, like ten thousand ants eating their hearts, but it is not as painful.

Xue Xian forcibly suppressed the discomfort and tried to concentrate on pulling the silk thread upwards.

A little bit...

No, it's so hot...

Less than an inch left...

Damn, it's really hot...

Xue Xian went back and forth in such torment, and finally, at the last moment of his anxiety, he hooked the silk thread to the other end of the broken bone. At that moment, the entire back to the waist and then to the legs suddenly opened, and the heat flowed slowly into the legs along the root bone of the tendons and the thread that replaced the root bone...

It became...

His mind was suddenly relieved, and it seemed that most of the grievances he had suffered for the past six months had been released at this moment. However, it's good not to relax. With this relaxation, the anxiety like ten thousand ants devouring the heart in the body is even more surging.

He heard himself take a deep breath, and the moment his hearing and tactile senses suddenly recovered, he found himself sweating, and his sense of touch became extraordinarily sharp, so sharp... , the folds of the stack of clothes rubbed from the skin, which made him shudder, and a layer of sweat was steamed.

He was stunned for a moment in a daze, and before he could digest the relief of his legs and feet, he was blown to pieces by another flash of thought——

The effect of the dragon's saliva seems to be...because of the resonance generated by the copper coins...passed into his body...

At that moment, he only thought of four sentences:

shooting yourself in the foot.

The way of heaven is good for reincarnation.

To harm others will harm oneself.

Is this feeling bearable? !