fifth form

"Boom!"

Lightning flashed across the night sky above Chang'an City, and crackling rain fell down.

"Master, it's raining from the roof of your house," Rong Tianding called out.

"No one has lived there for a year. It's normal for some rainwater to leak. Take a basin to catch it first!"

"okay!"

"Tomorrow, let's ask someone to check the blue tiles on the roof carefully, and replace what needs to be replaced, and there will be no leaks after the replacement!"

"Master, our bed has collapsed, my cousin has rolled down!"

"No one has lived in it for a year. The legs of this bed may have been bitten by mice or some insects, and it will collapse when it hits the water. You should carry Dongfang Shuo here first!"

"This bed..."

In the light of lightning, just as Rong Tianding moved Zhang Xuezhou to lean on the chair, the chair fell apart.

The time is not too long, only more than a year, but without care, the situation of the Dong Mansion is unspeakable.

Rong Tianding even saw a group of little centipedes running around amidst the thunder.

"If my cousin didn't let me stay with my wife, it would be much more comfortable for us to find a hotel outside!"

Rong Tianding thought about it in his heart, but soon let it go.

When Zhang Xuezhou was resettled, he followed the pale Dong Zhongshu in the thunderstorm to recite the grave scriptures.

The thunder in Chang'an City also corresponds to the downpour in Xijing City.

Turning over from the medical bed, Zhang Xuezhou quickly pulled out the nutrition needle on his wrist.

He glanced away, and saw Ren Anran standing blankly in front of the glass window, watching the bean-heavy rain outside the window.

Zhang Xuezhou has experienced a lot in the past seven days, but there is no secret tome that needs to be transcribed immediately. The Yangpo Transformation Art is still in its incomplete stage, and the Moon Scimitar Martial Art is useless, so he has no idea to transcribe.

This made him turn over, and after drinking two sips of water and stuffing a nutritious paste into his mouth, Zhang Xuezhou also stood in front of the window sill.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhang Xuezhou woke up quite a bit, jumping and eating, but Ren Anran in front of the window didn't respond at all, and he didn't even look back, as if he was fascinated by watching the rain.

This made Zhang Xuezhou come over, and asked after watching the heavy rain for a few seconds.

"There is a person who has been staring at me. He keeps talking, trying to tell me, but I can't hear it!"

Surprised by Zhang Xuezhou, Ren Anran's body trembled for a while, and then he came back to his senses.

"The professor's matter can definitely be resolved, don't put too much mental pressure on you," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"This doesn't seem to be a hallucination caused by insanity. He was standing in a gazebo and talking to me very seriously. He has been talking for a long time!"

Ren Anran narrated his experience very seriously, which made Zhang Xuezhou feel a little bad. If this is not considered a mental illness, then medicine will have to be redefined.

"But if you interpret it with lip language, it's hard to connect every sentence he said into a normal content," Ren Anran said.

She gestured, and opened her mouth back and forth to make a series of sounds.

"Grunt, ah lalo hey Momoti, Gulong ah long hey Nasa?"

……

"God, can you help me and let me enter the big world?"

Ren Anran's strange tone came, and after several strange tones, her mouth changed, and she had already narrated ancient Chinese and Holy Land.

This made Zhang Xuezhou's scalp numb, and the problem of Ren Anran's mental symptoms was no longer in his mind.

"God? My Emperor?"

With a thought in his mind, when he followed Ren Anran to retell the words, Ren Anran also took a piece of drawing paper.

"Look, he has been looking at me and talking to me." Ren Anran said: "I feel very intimate when I look at him and talk to him, just like talking to my father, and I can also feel my spiritual power There is some growth!"

Ren Anran pointed to an old man wearing an imperial crown on the drawing paper, the familiar image jumped into his eyes, and Zhang Xuezhou felt his heart skip a beat.

"Can Dijun see us here?"

He was horrified.

But the emperor had beaten the extraterrestrial demons twice before, so it would not be surprising if he left behind some coordinates in terms of spells.

In terms of the casting distance, there has never been an answer to how far the ultimate distance of the spell is.

Some people can cast spells for a distance of thousands of miles, while others can reach tens of thousands of miles, or even hundreds of thousands of miles, or span space as they do now.

The farther the casting distance is, the weaker the spell's power will be, and the spell that spans space must only have one coordinate function, and it is very difficult to even maintain this coordinate.

Zhang Xuezhou had seen the pictures drawn by Ren Anran, and after flipping through a few pictures, he had already seen the struggling expression on Dijun's face.

"He seems to be using a lot of force, but I don't know what he is doing," Ren Anran said.

"He's working hard!"

Zhang Xuezhou thought about it.

He originally wanted to check on Ren Anran to see if there was any mana mark on Ren Anran, and then erase it directly.

But when he turned around, he had some more thoughts in his mind.

"Come on, you read this text after me, and read it to him next time we look at each other!"

Zhang Xuezhou took out a pen and paper, and quickly wrote a lot of Tongwen in homophonic characters.

"You try to make him explain these words as clearly as possible, and see what his response is!"

Zhang Xuezhou pointed to a large pile of homophonic characters on the paper about the Yang Soul Transformation Art, and corrected a few more words, and marked the tone.

Using the accent of the Red Alliance to recite the words of the holy land, it is obvious that only the emperor can understand the meaning.

Zhang Xuezhou deliberately added the words 'assessment'.

Regardless of whether it's Li Kui or Li Gui, if you test it with Yangpo Transformation Technique, you will know whether it is true or not.

Compared with the venerable or Dong Zhongshu of the Yihe River Holy Land, the emperor is obviously a stronger interpreter.

If Zhang Xuezhou were to go back to the secret place of West Kunlun to ask the emperor, Zhang Xuezhou would not have the courage.

Not to mention that he needs to find his way back to the secret place of West Kunlun, which takes a long time. The journey is unpredictable, and he will inevitably lose control of his body for another seven days. come out.

Now there is no His Majesty to call someone to fish him out again.

After Zhang Xuezhou thought about it, he felt that if Ren Anran had this kind of ability, it seemed that it would be good to communicate in this way.

The Yang Soul Transformation Art is not only beneficial to any living being, but also a new art developed by the Lord, so that the emperor will not let the emperor see the truth at a glance and cast aside it.

If Ren Anran's situation belongs to some kind of coincidental mental delusion, this can also be directly distinguished.

"You really trust me that much?"

Ren Anran thinks that Ren Ansheng's mental state is not normal, but Ren Ansheng also thinks that there is something wrong with Ren Anran's mental state.

There is no lack of rebuttals between the two, and there is no lack of verification by themselves.

Things ended up going nowhere.

Ren Anran felt that Ren Sheng's spirit was impure, which led to the loss of various beliefs and even capriciousness.

And Ren Sheng felt that Ren Anran's spirit had already experienced serious hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, and the relevant content mentioned in the revision of the spiritual strengthening was completely wrong.

Amidst the debate, the two ended up ignoring each other, and each studied Chapter 5 of the spiritual strengthening chapter.

Her own father didn't believe it, but Ren Anran didn't expect Zhang Xuezhou to believe it, and even attached some kind of test.

"You...do you recognize this person?"

Ren Anran thought for a few seconds before asking Zhang Xuezhou.

"Recognized, this is a Jianghu emperor who has lived for thousands of years," Zhang Xuezhou replied.

"..."

Zhang Xuezhou's response seemed to be a joke, leaving Ren Anran at a loss as to how to reply.

She was grateful for this trust for a while, but at the same time felt that Zhang Xuezhou seemed to be comforting her blindly, and also treated her as a mental patient.