Chapter 15 Chapter Twelve Now Knowing Where Consciousness Is

Yan Zheng was caught off guard, and was hit in the chest by the spiritual energy that had just escaped from the shackles, and he fell towards the counter all at once. Luo Zhongxia and Xiaorong were far apart, and it was too late to rush over to help, so they could only watch this happen.Yan Zheng was still in astonishment the moment he fell down, it was an expression of being at a loss in the face of the sudden change. Hearing a dull thud, Yan Zheng fell heavily on his back on the wooden floor.Luo Zhongxia rushed over, trying to give him a hand; Xiao Rong also flew forward, but jumped over Yan Zheng's body, rushed to the gate and pushed the two doors open with all his might.I saw a flash of spiritual light above the blue sky in the distance, and then disappeared.

Luo Zhongxia hurriedly helped Yan Zheng up, raised his head and asked Xiao Rong for help.Xiao Rong ignored him, but stared straight at the sky, full of regret. Yan Zheng closed his eyes tightly at this time, his face was like gold paper, and he had already lost consciousness.Luo Zhongxia had never learned first aid, so he could only use his thumb to press his people according to the method in martial arts novels.He raised his head again while pressing, and saw Xiaorong still staring blankly at the sky, very dissatisfied: "Hey, life is at stake now!" When Xiaorong heard the shout, she turned her gaze back, and said calmly, "It's okay, he just entered his body suddenly, and his mind was confused for a while, and he will recover in a while."

Luo Zhongxia hurriedly stood up: "He also pens the spirit into the body?" "Exactly. He opened the pen holder just now, and a total of two pen spirits escaped. One entered his body, but the other escaped." Xiao Rong's expression seemed to be talking about a very ordinary thing, and after she finished speaking, she turned around and looked at the sky, muttering in her mouth: "What is the origin of this Qin Yi, who actually has two pen spirits..." The spirit of the pen is refined from celebrities, and each person has a stroke.Over the past dynasties, although little has been accumulated, it has been rare in the world that most of the Tibetan brushes have been dissipated since the tomb of the brushes disappeared.Wei Shiran has spent decades, and only visited two Yongxu pens and Qinglian's posthumous pens. Qin Yi, who is only in his early thirties, owns three pens, which is really strange.

Luo Zhongxia didn't know what was going on, he just focused on the matter of "writing the spirit into the body".Subconsciously, he still felt that this was a terrible thing, so he was particularly nervous about the second "victim". Seeing that Xiao Rong was not in a hurry, he angrily laid Yan Zheng flat on the bench and ripped off the collar of his shirt.As expected, Yan Zheng's chest was as smooth as usual, without a trace of trace.He looked carefully and found that the skin was a little red.This red color is different from the red color that is usually slapped with a slap, it is like a sliver of light scattered from within the body, floating on the surface.Luo Zhongxia was a little surprised. He took out a pack of napkins and dipped them in water to wipe them off. Red light came out through the water droplets, flickering secretly.

At this moment Xiaorong finally came over, she looked at Yan Zheng, grabbed his wrist to feel his pulse, put it down again, and said to Luo Zhongxia, "Bring a glass of water." Luo Zhongxia was very dissatisfied with her actions just now, but now is not the time to complain.He poured a glass of water from the drinking fountain next to her and handed it to her.Xiao Rong took out a purple pill, pried open Yan Zheng's jaw, and mixed it with white water to pour the pill down. "I've given him the reassurance pill and he'll be awake in ten minutes." As soon as the medicine entered the stomach, it took effect immediately, and Yan Zheng's complexion began to brighten.Only then did Luo Zhongxia feel relieved, and said to Xiao Rong, "Why did you do that just now?"

"How to do it?" Xiao Rong didn't seem to understand. "For you, is a pen more important than human life?" Luo Zhongxia thought she was pretending to be confused, and was a little displeased. The Internet cafe suddenly fell into an awkward silence.Luo Zhongxia was suddenly a little nervous, afraid that the tacit understanding he and Xiaorong had finally established would be ruined because of this questioning, but it was really hard in his throat, so he didn't say anything. After hearing what he said, Xiaorong didn't make a sound, silently put the medicine bottle back into her arms, and walked outside.

Luo Zhongxia thought she was angry, and felt a little uneasy. The frozen "Complete Works of Li Taibai" has not yet melted on the table.You must know that the ice and snow seem to be delicate, but in fact there are needles hidden in the cotton. It can be "flying flowers through the trees in the garden" or "the white grass is broken by the north wind".Although Xie Daoyun was known as a talented woman back then, she was also a staunch person.When she was old, facing the thieves attacking the city, she was able to lead women and generals to kill the generals all the way out, and faced the murderous king Sun En without flinching, with a toughness in her bones.Xiaorong inherited her soul, and also inherited her disposition of being soft on the outside and strong on the inside, making her angry is no fun.

Now it’s not right to drag her back in the past, and it’s not right to not pull her back. Luo Zhongxia is in a dilemma, but Xiaorong has returned, holding the fish book tube that Yan Zheng threw aside just now—it turns out that she was just picking up fish books in the past cylinder.Luo Zhongxia secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Xiaorong stroked the dark edge of the Yushu tube with light-white fingers, and said with infinite regret: "It is not easy to find the spirit of the pen. Sometimes a pen official will spend his whole life empty-handed—if he hadn't been reckless, we could have done it." Get two."

"Then you don't care about Yan Zheng's life or death?" "He was just possessed by the spirit of the pen, and his life would not be in danger at all." Luo Zhongxia's anger instantly turned into a hot pot whose gas valve was suddenly turned off, "You think God will?" "Yes, Shenhui." Xiao Rong said calmly, "Just now I saw very clearly that the pen spirit circled around the room for a few times, and crashed into Yan Zheng's body on its own initiative. It was the pen spirit's own choice." I remember Wei Shiran said that there are two kinds of pen spirit possession, one is the body that is forcibly implanted; the other is the spirit that the pen spirit chooses by itself.Thinking of this, Luo Zhongxia couldn't help but look down at Yan Zheng who was lying on the ground, and wondered what kind of pen spirit would have the same character as this Internet cafe owner who claimed to have various fates?

"Do you know what kind of pen it is?" Xiaorong shook his head helplessly: "This depends on him, others have no way of knowing." Luo Zhongxia said: "I thought you would have a list of pen spirits, just like the voiceprint characteristics of a submarine. Each pen has its characteristics recorded, and you can check it when the time comes." "I heard from my grandfather that there was one back then. Ever since the Zhuge family and the Wei family broke up and the pen mound was closed, this list has disappeared." "That's really a pity." Luo Zhongxia smacked his lips, probably this is the same as the school's thesis index library, once it is closed, these students will be blinded immediately.

Yan Zheng was still lying on the ground motionless, his chest heaved and his breathing was steady, and he was suddenly sound asleep, with red light shining all over his body.Not to mention Luo Zhongxia, even Xiaorong was a little surprised.It is said that the spirit of the pen enters the body, which is in harmony with the soul of the human being, and there must be some conflicts and adjustments. The host is often very excited, as serious as Luo Zhongxia, and even controlled by the spirit of the pen for a short time - while Yan Zheng is asleep. It was hearty, without any pain. Yan Zheng fell asleep on his own, but the two people beside him didn't know what to say for a while.Luo Zhongxia glanced at Xiaorong out of the corner of his eye, who stood still with arms folded, meditating.He scratched his scalp, summoned up his courage and said to Xiaorong: "Okay, I misunderstood just now, please forgive me." "Oh, what did you just say?" Xiaorong raised her eyebrows and tilted her head slightly.From her pretty and cold expression, Luo Zhongxia couldn't tell whether it was an angry remark or a joke, so she quickly changed the subject, "I'll go and close the door so that no one else can come in." He walked to the door, hung up the "Closed Business" sign, closed the two doors, and suddenly thought of a troublesome matter. "By the way, do you want to tell him about the pen mound after he wakes up?" Xiao Rong replied without thinking: "Of course, he is already a pen official now." "But... can he accept such a thing?" Luo Zhongxia himself became a pen official inexplicably, and he still can't fully accept this fact until now. He knows this kind of panic in the face of transcending reality the most. "Things have already happened, let's live with the situation." Xiaorong said lightly.Luo Zhongxia didn't know whether she was referring to Yan Zheng or himself, he hesitated for a while, and said to her in a tone that was half suggestion and half pleading: "If he doesn't ask himself, don't tell him, okay?" "Okay." Xiao Rong was a little surprised, but still agreed, "You are really weird, why are you so hostile to Bi Ling?" "If you've ever experienced changing majors, you'll understand that sudden changes in life aren't always fun..." Luo Zhongxia muttered in a low voice, while stroking her chest habitually.Qinglianbi lay safely in it, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep. For the next ten minutes, the two of them didn't speak again.Xiaorong pulled up a chair and sat next to Yan Zheng, lowering her head and not knowing who she was sending a text message to; Luo Zhongxia couldn't go up to chat, so she found a random computer and played games absent-mindedly.Footsteps could be heard outside the door from time to time, and they left immediately after seeing the sign. When Luo Zhongxia was shot in the head by the police for the twentieth time, Yan Zheng finally woke up leisurely.He struggled to get up from the bench, opened his mouth wide and let out a series of yawns. Luo Zhongxia and Xiao Rong hurried over, Yan Zheng wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth casually, and asked casually, "Are you MIB or X-MEN?" "..." "..." Neither of them expected that when he opened his mouth, he would actually ask such a question.The only difference is that Xiaorong was wondering in her heart, while Luo Zhongxia yelled out directly: "What exactly do you want to say?" "Tell me this." Yan Zheng pointed to his faintly red chest, "Something must have happened just now, right?" "Uh...that's not the case." "There's no need to hide it, I remember it very clearly. I opened that bamboo tube, and a ball of light flew out and hit me. Something must have happened." Yan Zheng paused, waving his hands excitedly: "I guess, you should be members of a secret organization, like MIB or X-MEN, you see Xiao Rong was able to freeze the book just now—and I , is the selected new member?" Facing Yan Zheng with a highly developed imagination, Luo Zhongxia had no choice but to cast his eyes on Xiao Rong for help.Yan Zheng was still chattering: "Whether it's saving the world or hunting vampires, I'm OK anytime." "Yan Zheng." Xiao Rong said. "With great power comes great responsibility." "Yan Zheng!" "……what?" "Can you be quiet, listen to me?" Xiaorong's voice became very powerful.Yan Zheng stood at attention with a snap, gave a military salute, and then looked at her excitedly, full of anticipation.Xiaorong looked sideways at Luo Zhongxia helplessly, meaning that this guy forced me to tell the truth, Luo Zhongxia looked back with the same helpless eyes. It took Xiaorong twenty minutes to briefly tell Yan Zheng about Bizhong, Lianbi, and the grievances and grievances between the Zhuge family and the Wei family.Her voice was very soft, without any ups and downs, and she told the whole thing as calmly as eating and sleeping, but Yan Zheng listened very seriously. "...that's why we are here." Xiao Rong stopped here, and she rarely spoke so many words in one breath. "Finished?" "It's over." "I understand." Yan Zheng nodded solemnly, put his hands on his knees, and straightened his chest.Luo Zhongxia couldn't help asking: "...Is that why you believe it?" "Then what do you think I should do?" Yan Zheng asked back. "Everyone who hears this kind of thing will say a few words such as "It doesn't sound plausible", "Is this true", and "It's impossible according to common sense"?" Yan Zhengman replied nonchalantly: "There is nothing impossible in this world. The fortune teller said that I was born with the destiny to be a superhero." Xiaorong glanced at Luo Zhongxia, and the meaning was obvious: Regardless of whether this philosophy of life is desirable or not, at least in terms of attitude, Yan Zheng is much more positive and open than Luo Zhongxia. Yan Zheng couldn't wait to ask again: "By the way, what is the origin of my pen spirit? It's very unusual to think about it?" "This..." Luo Zhongxia and Xiaorong looked at each other, "Sorry, we don't know." "have no idea?" "Yes, this depends on your own comprehension, and others can't help you - what hint does the pen spirit give you in the dream?" "Oh, oh, this... I don't even remember." Yan Zheng scratched his head, "Forget it, I'll try it out at home slowly, first try flying over the walls, and then try changing the shape, there will always be one that is the best suit me." Xiao Rong stood up suddenly: "That's good, let's go first." Both Luo Zhongxia and Yan Zheng were taken aback, and then asked in unison: "Wait, where are you going?" "The hospital where Zheng He is." Xiaorong tugged at Luo Zhongxia, making him stand up too, "Since Wuxin Sanzhuo has disappeared, we must stay by its side. If it wasn't for Yan Zheng's incident, We should have followed Zheng He's father directly." Yan Zheng snorted, motioned them to wait, turned around and went back to the bar, opened a can of Red Bull, drank it clean, and threw two more cans to Luo Zhongxia.Luo Zhongxia was a little at a loss and put the Red Bull into his clothes. When he looked up, he found that Yan Zheng had taken out a beige coat and was putting it on himself. "Let's go together." Yan Zheng said happily, and quickly closed the zipper. Xiaorong raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "I remember I said just now that the Zhuge family has been chasing us. It is very dangerous for you to follow us." "It doesn't matter, justice must prevail." Luo Zhongxia thought that I was too late to avoid it, but you took the initiative to lean forward and asked, "How do you know that we must be on the side of justice?" Yan Zheng grinned, showing a bright smile, raised his right index finger and waved it triumphantly in the air. "It's very simple. Whether it's comics or movies, cute beauties are always on the side of justice." The elephant is invisible, and the big voice has no sound. This flattery is so natural that there is no flaw at all.After hearing this, Xiaorong smiled, walked up to Yan Zheng and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Okay, but you haven't awakened your pen spirit yet, so if you encounter danger, run away first." "Don't worry, don't worry." Yan Zheng stretched out his hand to Luo Zhongxia, "I'm still a newcomer, so please give me some advice from seniors." "Damn...don't come here." The three of them left the Internet cafe, Yan Zheng locked the door, drove a dilapidated small Chang'an from the nearby garage, and went straight to the Third City Hospital. The Third City Hospital is one of the largest hospitals in the city, covering an extremely large area, and it is bustling with people coming and going every day.Yan Zheng drove around in the yard, but couldn't find a place to park.In the end, they circled around and finally bumped into a parking space. After stopping, Little Changan, Yan Zheng lay on the steering wheel and looked out the window, then turned around and asked Luo Zhongxia, "Where can we find that man named Zheng He?" "Emergency department." "Okay, so where is the emergency department..." Only then did Luo Zhongxia and Xiao Rong realize that they were standing next to a large lawn, with roads crisscrossing the lawn, and some people in patient clothes walking slowly in the distance, and there was no sign pointing to the emergency department. . A young nurse pushed a wheelchair and walked slowly along the concrete sidewalk. An old man was sitting in the wheelchair. His legs were covered with a blue checked towel, and he was resting with his eyes closed.As soon as Yan Zheng saw the pretty little nurse, his face became bright immediately, and he opened the door and got out of the car. "I'm going to ask for directions." "...Are you trying to strike up a conversation with someone?" Luo Zhongxia smacked his lips. He always had a bright eye on such things. "Hey, you don't understand, nurse uniforms represent advanced productivity." Yan Zheng left this sentence, turned around and ran to the little nurse. "Hello, how do I get to the emergency department?" The little nurse stopped the wheelchair and pointed in one direction friendly.Yan Zheng nodded, but still didn't leave, his eyes looked up and down the bumpy snow-white nurse's uniform.The little nurse was dissatisfied: "The emergency department is over there, what do you think I am doing?" "Can we have dinner together next time?" The little nurse probably encountered this kind of person often, instead of being panicked, she raised her chin unwilling to show weakness, "I have very picky taste, I'm afraid you can't afford it." "With you, I am the richest person in this hospital." Yan Zheng showed a gentle smile, flattering but not flattering. At this moment, the old man's towel slipped from his body. Yan Zheng immediately bent down to pick it up, spread it on him again, and patted his leg affectionately, "You are much luckier than me." The little nurse giggled Said: "You are really interesting." Yan Zheng's complexion suddenly changed, and he quickly retracted his hand like an electric shock, his face was full of blood and blood, and the red light was shining brightly.The little nurse didn't know why, but thought he was shy. "Hee hee, hey? Just now...why did you blush after you praised me?" "Yeah, I was overwhelmed by your demeanor." Yan Zheng said perfunctorily, turned around and ran away.The little nurse was baffled, watching his disappearing back, and sighed slightly. The old man in the wheelchair moved suddenly, and the quilt slipped down again.The little nurse bent down and looked down, her round eyes suddenly opened wider...