Chapter 125: Familiar with the Heart


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  At this time, the snowflake was originally lifeless, but in an unconscious state, it used the coldness of its soft and delicate body to wake up Zhou Baopu who had fallen into a dangerous dream. This kind of kindness is nature's love for Zhou Baopu, and it is also an accident within an accident. It can be said to be Zhou Baopu's luck.

  The trembling of his eyebrows became more and more intense. Moreover, the muscles on Zhou Baopu's face were still trembling, and his eyelashes were like a frightened deer. His whole body was in panic, as if they were about to open at any time, and as if they were bound by something. For a moment, he was in a dilemma.

  The coldness of the snowflakes outside made Zhou Baopu want to wake up. The internal obsession with Fu Gen made Zhou Baopu reluctant to wake up. The talisman roots were circling and lingering, and the changes in the talisman roots seemed to be endless, making Zhou Baopu reluctant to leave.

  The battle between the subconscious mind and the conscious mind seems to be more intense. Subconsciously, Zhou Baopu wanted to memorize the original form of the talisman. Moreover, I am afraid that even if he remembers the initial form of the talisman root, he still wants to remember all the changes of the talisman root. But consciously, he knew that he was now in a state of extreme exhaustion. This kind of fatigue is not only physical, but also mental. If Zhou Baopu did not break out of his sleep state in time, he would probably put himself in a very dangerous situation.

  The strong wind outside the house roared and roared, as if calling Zhou Baopu urgently, wanting him to wake up and stop suffering the torture. The process of memorizing the talisman requires all the concentration of the body and mind. Isn't it the greatest torture in the world?
  The flame on the oil lamp has long been extinguished, and even the wick has long been covered by snowflakes, and is as cold as ice, no longer as hot as when burning. The scroll next to the lamp is also sprinkled with a layer of snowflakes. The yellow of the scroll and the white of the snowflakes, coupled with the black of the wick, create silence on the red table.

  The howling north wind began to pour into the house, the cold breath was everywhere, and Zhou Baopu also began to feel the cold. Originally, there was a kang under his bed, and there were coals burning in the kang, so it was definitely not so cold.

  However, Zhou Baopu had always been addicted to the talisman, and naturally he forgot to add coal. The coal fire in the kang had long been extinguished. Coupled with the fact that the windows were not sealed and the cold wind was blowing in, Zhou Baopu's body had already begun to tremble.

  Zhou Baopu's body shook involuntarily due to two reasons. One is of course the severe cold weather, and all the heating facilities in the house have stopped working. The second thing is that he worked so hard in his sleep that he had already reached his limit and could no longer bear it.

  More and more snowflakes fell on Zhou Baopu's face. No matter how cold Zhou Baopu's body was, it still had some warmth. Then the snow began to melt on his face, and the snowflakes turned into water and began to flow along his cheeks, playing with the skin on Zhou Baopu's face wantonly.

  Cold, itchy, unbearable; flowing, jumping, irritable.

  Zhou Baopu's main consciousness finally felt an unbearable emotion. As a result, the main consciousness gradually defeated the subconscious, and Zhou Baopu's telepathy gradually retreated from the world of Fu Gen, and slowly began to sense the snow on his face.

  In any case, the talisman that Zhou Baopu saw in his dream was his own imagination. However, the snow on Zhou Baopu's face was real. A person's fantasy will always be awakened by reality, just like being awakened from sleep. Zhou Baopu finally opened his eyes.

  When his main consciousness finally returned, Zhou Baopu's first feeling was cold. The boundless coldness was pervasive. It was not only his body that felt the coldness, but also his mind. It felt cold, as if it was frozen.

  The consequence of this was that Zhou Baopu felt that his consciousness was a little slow. At first, as if he was out of control, he was unable to get up. But after struggling for a long time, he finally got up. After getting up, Zhou Baopu saw the situation in the house. His consciousness gradually returned, and he understood what was going on. With a wry smile, Zhou Baopu stood up, facing the cold wind, and closed the window first.

  Although the windows were closed to isolate himself from the coldness of the ice and snow, the situation in the house was already freezing cold, which was not suitable for the weak Zhou Baopu to stay at this time. So Zhou Baopu had to start tidying up, otherwise he didn't know whether he would freeze to death.

  First, he lit the kang again. Looking at the burning coal fire, Zhou Baopu directly put his hands beside the flame. Looking at the blazing fire, Zhou Baopu's heart gradually became warmer. It was as if he saw the pure sunshine in March in the cold winter, and a warm feeling burst out from the bottom of his heart.

  "I never thought that after just a short nap, I would almost never wake up again."

  Zhou Baopu murmured to himself after his whole body had warmed up. After closing the furnace, he tidied up the room again. After a while, he sat down at the table again.

  Seeing the scroll on the table, Zhou Baopu felt a surge of complicated emotions in his heart.

  The old man gave him this scroll, and he was very grateful. But he never imagined that this seemingly small scroll could actually avoid killing him. Thinking of what happened just now, Zhou Baopu couldn't help but feel frightened. Because he had an intuition that if he didn't wake up in time, he might really freeze to death.

  Seeing a drop of water stain left on the table, Zhou Baopu stretched out the index finger of his right hand and unconsciously rubbed it towards the drop of water stain. A cold feeling made Zhou Baopu feel a little uncomfortable, but deep down he was grateful for the water stain. After all, it would be difficult for him to wake up without Xueshui's call.

  As for the consequences of his inability to wake up, Zhou Baopu did not have the courage to continue thinking about it.

  "God, do you even see my efforts and don't want me to be strangled?"

  Zhou Baopu looked at the closed window and murmured words, and his heart and mind were filled with a full and firm belief. .

  Become stronger. Only by becoming stronger can you prevent your life from being fragile.

  Zhou Baopu felt an unprecedented determination in his heart about embarking on the journey of blood refining.

  At the same time, Zhou Baopu is full of expectations for the next third game. Because, his performance in this third assessment will directly affect whether Zhou Baopu can enter the ranks of core disciples, and his identity as a core disciple of Tianfu Tower will undoubtedly be of great help to his journey of blood refining. .

  Opening the scroll and turning to the page about the talisman, Zhou Baopu looked around. This look made Zhou Baopu almost stunned.

  Because, when he looked around, he saw that it was no longer nonsense ink marks, but talisman roots. Those talisman roots are clearly displayed on the page in their original form. Zhou Baopu touched his head and couldn't help but laugh, because he seemed to understand something.

  Zhou Baopu knew that this meant that he had memorized the initial form of each talisman root. And from this point of view, his mental power has undoubtedly made great progress compared to before. Because he had almost no concentration, but he could already see the initial form of the talisman.

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