"Life is very precious. Don't think about death easily. Believe me... After all, I have died so many times, and I am more experienced than you." Song Shuhang gently patted Chi Tong: "You can practice hard these days, and I will come to see you again in a few days."

Wang Tian, ​​he really cannot play the role of "life mentor". After all, he is still young. It is better to leave this kind of mental health tutoring for teenagers to solve by more professionals.

In addition... the inspiration and understanding from the body and steel incarnation tonight will be accumulated enough. At that time, he will be able to light up 2 to 3 small golden elixirs.

Next, he will go into seclusion for about 3 days. During this period, he will no longer be able to leave his soul and go out of his body.

"Yes, sir." Chi Tong nodded vigorously: "I will definitely practice hard these days. Next time when my husband comes to see me, I will definitely master the 'basic boxing technique'."

"Well, when you thoroughly master the 'basic boxing technique' and practice with the boxing formula, you will consume a lot of qi and blood power. At that time, you will eat more tonics... When I come back in a few days, I will bring you some body quenching fluid and qi and blood pills to assist in the practice." After Song Shuhang said that, his body slowly disappeared and he left with Senior Chixiao Sword.

Chi Tong looked at the disappearing position of Song Shuhang again and remained motionless for a long time.

After a while.

He reached out and touched his chest. As long as he recalled the death of Mr.'s death, his heartbeat would accelerate.

"I may be sick." Chi Tong said after thinking for a long time.

Then, he no longer considered this cumbersome issue as a single cell.

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it.

His consciousness re-entered the "academic master system", and he was addicted to learning and could not extricate himself.

...

...

Song Shuhang and the sword spirit of the Chixiao Sword Senior Return to the Chilong Cave.

The sword spirit of the Chixiao Sword returns to the sword body.

Song Shuhang's soul floated to the side of Senior Bai's clone again. Seeing Senior Bai's clone sleeping soundly, he couldn't help but slip his hands again - he wanted to experiment, can the soul directly perform the "sword-raising technique"?

The soul can even use the "secret method of identification" directly, so the "sword cultivation technique" should be fine?

He really had no other ideas, and there was nothing to do today that senior Bai clone needed help - he was purely curious and wanted to do an experiment.

Just as Song Shuhang stretched out his palm sneakily, Senior Bai's clone's eyes suddenly opened and stared at Song Shuhang: "Do you want to try the feeling of being sealed and falling from a height of 10,000 meters? Or do you want to taste the taste of being thrown into the super spicy hell hot pot?"

Song Shuhang quickly shook his head hard, saying that he was afraid of speed + acrophobia... and he was the kind of person who didn't eat spicy food, and he only ate Tai Chi hot pot without spicy food.

"Tell me, what's the problem this time?" Senior Bai's clone sighed and asked.

Song Shuhang thought for a long time and couldn't think of a reason, so he had to honestly reply: "Actually... I'm just purely curious, so I want to do an experiment to see if the soul can cast spells, hahahaha."

Senior Bai’s clone: ​​“…”

Why did Song Shuhang go from a simple college student to what he is now in just a few months? What exactly happened in the past few months?

Senior Bai's clone felt that Song Shuhang might need treatment.

The next moment, Song Shuhang suddenly felt that his soul was not under control - he felt as if he was stuffed into the washing drum and spinning wildly.

When the rotation finally stopped, he found that he was being sandwiched between his palms by a pair of giant hands. The soul, which was originally in a human form, was now kneaded into a ball.

"Huh? There is still this form of the soul?" Song Shuhang said in surprise.

What surprised him was not that his soul was kneaded into a ball, but that his soul could actually be kneaded into a ball.

While thinking, Song Shuhang felt that he had been thrown into a bell magic weapon again.

"The silent bell, an interesting Taoist magic weapon." Senior Bai's clone sent a voice: "When it shakes violently, it will not make a slight sound. Because all the sounds are converged in the bell. This is a magic weapon to temper the mind of a monk. It can allow some Taoist fellows who have more inner dramas and have more jumpy thinking to temper their minds and enter the state of ancient wells. Thus, they can enter the state of "retreatment cultivation" faster. It is just right for you."

"Shake, shake it hard. If I didn't say stop, don't stop!" Senior Bai's clone gave the order to the bell.

The silent bell loyally executed the master's orders and shook it wildly.

When the bell shaking, no sound came out.

But Song Shuhang, who was kneaded into a ball and stuffed into a bell, only felt a burst of harsh ringtones coming from his ears, endlessly.

This sound is extremely magical and will automatically combine the music that Song Shuhang cannot stand the most.

For example, when Song Shuhang was in the college entrance examination, he sang his cell phone when he forced to get up every day...

For example, when he was in elementary school, the electronic alarm clock that woke him up early every morning was dripping...

For example, Song Shuhang's heartbeats will be heard now and then thunder will be heard.

These sounds are both refreshing and demonic.

Moreover, this ringtone acts directly on consciousness and cannot be blocked.

If Song Shuhang hadn't been kneaded into a ball now, he would have been kneeling on the bell wall and grabbed the wall with his hands.

But deep in these refreshing and demonic sounds, there are four calm voices that are slowly reciting Taoist scriptures.

The voice of a girl, the voice of a boy, the voice of a calm adult man, the loud voice of the old man...

The four-tone voices slowly recite the Taoist Scriptures, which slowly calmed down Song Shuhang's mood.

Song Shuhang quickly cooperated to calm down and took the opportunity to enter the state in one breath.

Once they entered the state, although the harsh rhythms continued to echo in their minds, their impact on Song Shuhang became smaller and smaller.

[I am worthy of being a man with a strong heart and will as hard as iron.]

Song Shuhang's soul gradually returned to its original state from the ball, and his soul sat cross-legged and entered a state of meditation.

After a moment.

The bell sounded stopped.

"Huh? Senior Bai gave up so quickly?" Song Shuhang said in his heart.

Then, as soon as he looked up, he found that the light in the "Red Dragon Cave" was a little dim.

I remember that I came back early today, but when I came back, it was still during the day?

"It's been half a day, and it's already late at night. Your mood has been adjusted almost right?" Senior Chi Xiaojian's voice sounded.

Song Shuhang: "!"

It's been half a day? He felt like he had only passed a moment in the bell.

Is this the feeling of "a cave day, a thousand years outside"?

Song Shuhang's soul grabbed his head and returned to the body.

The next moment, he felt the "finishing touch" inspiration from the steel clone and body, and burst out in one breath.

His consciousness entered the "Little Golden Pill Space".

The first small golden elixir is still a holy city that never falls; the sixth small golden elixir is "mechanical core reactor", which is shining at the same time, waiting for the finishing touch.

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Chapter completed!