Luo Tian's thoughts suddenly opened up, and it was difficult for others to perceive, but Mr. Zhang had a familiar smell, which was much easier to find.

Soon, he was found about twenty meters away, and it should be in the open space in the backyard of the villa.

After careful feeling, Luo Tian finally felt the breath of a woman.

So, his energy and spirit were fully concentrated on the woman.

Although he couldn't see people, Luo Tian could feel that the woman's breathing was stable and her qi and blood were very strong. Her strength was probably similar to that of Shui Lingling.

I heard that Zhang Ruozhu was only seventeen or eighteen years old, so she naturally belonged to a genius warrior.

Very normal...

Luo Tian was secretly surprised that the woman was completely normal.

"Why, why, why..." At this time, Luo Tian actually heard Zhang Ruozhu murmur with a low weakness.

Soon, her breathing became strange, and it was very fast and slow, with a very large fluctuation in the middle.

But it is not as strong as an asthma patient. If you are not careful, you will not feel the changes in a woman's breathing.

Li Shizhen's "Binhu Mai Dian" says that although breathing is related to the lungs, it is also related to the heart.

Sometimes, the mood is not good and the breathing changes.

For example, when a person is angry, his breathing changes significantly when his mood is extremely bad. When a person is happy, his breathing is different from when he is angry...

"Why? Could it be that she has resentment in her heart. Because she doesn't understand something, she keeps asking questions, which makes her resentment rise. In the end, it hurts the liver, heart, and lungs, endangers the whole body..."

Physical illness is good, but heart disease is difficult to cure...

Zhang Ruozhu is likely to have heart disease. If this is related to psychology, the crux of the cause of her heart disease must be found.

However, Luo Tian thought about it and felt that he was too simple.

I can see such a superficial truth myself, can’t Zhang Haiping, as an alchemist?

It's definitely not so simple...

"In the past, today, in this mountain, the faces of humans and peach blossoms reflected red. The faces of humans are not sure where they go, but the peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze. Why and why..."

This time, Zhang Ruozhu was actually chanting a poem with a weak look. When Luo Tian heard it, he almost laughed out loud.

Damn, the poems written by a woman from another world actually have the same artistic conception as Cui Hu's "Inscription on the Nanzhuang of the Capital" by the Tang Dynasty, and even the lyrics are similar.

It seems that poetry and songs have no borders, no, it should be said that there is no plane.

Areas of different planes can actually feel the same. Can wormholes really exist in each plane, or multidimensional space interaction?

When on Earth, many masters were discussing where people went after death. Some even studied time and space.

From the perspective of quantum theory, this is not impossible.

Perhaps, humans are really just symbolic codes. And multi-dimensional surface space exists...

The artistic conception of Cui Hu's poem is that peach blossoms are still the same; the strange ones are broken, the people are not seen, and the building is empty.

At this time, then, this will lead to the more you see the same, the more you feel the difference, the more you feel the continuation, and the more you hurt the break.

It is this intertwined and influenced mood that has further aggravated the melancholy and loneliness in front of me, but has left beautiful memories in my heart.

It is very likely that Zhang Ruozhu met the man he liked, and then met him once, or was together for a while, and then he broke up.

And, since then, I lost contact.

Therefore, this melancholy made Zhang Ruozhu feel resentment in her heart. Resentment accumulates together. Over time, it develops resentment like fermented wine. Resentment becomes sick after a long time.

Usually, like a normal person, it is because her resentment did not occur, and it was manifested as soon as it occurred.

Luo Tian contacted Master Simon's psychological reasoning...

"Why..." At this moment, Zhang Ruozhu's voice was obviously much stronger than before.

Luo Tian suddenly shook, his whole body shook, and suddenly, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

And that kind of coldness doesn't exactly feel like falling into an ice hole.

What kind of "cold" is that?

Wang... Wang...

At this time, Erha, who was squatting at her feet, suddenly screamed.

Of course, it was just barking in the ears of outsiders, but Erha was saying to Luo Tian in Mandarin, "There is a ghost!"

"Ghost?" Luo Tian slammed. This thing only exists in legends and has never seen it with his own eyes in his past and present life.

Of course, the warriors who can fly and escape on Earth cannot believe it.

However, it really exists in the Tianlong Federation.

Although I have never seen it yet, I am sure that there is definitely.

Therefore, it is normal for ghosts to exist in this world.

"Yes, I feel that it is a resentful ghost. The resentment is so great, so scary." Erha's head knocked loudly on Luo Tian's feet.

"Can you be plagued by resentful ghosts?" Luo Tian asked.

"That's right!" Erha replied, barking.

"The resentful ghost, she is sometimes good and sometimes bad, must be hidden very deeply.

Zhang Ruozhu's behavior is different during an attack. When it is not an attack, it is just like an ordinary person.

Therefore, Zhang Haiping used n many good medicines, but he did not treat the symptoms and did not treat the root cause, and he did not care about the matter." Luo Tian replied.

"With Zhang Haiping's level, he can't feel the existence of ghosts. At least he must have a master of the 'Martial Arts' to capture the shadow of ghosts. The strong people in the Martial Arts Realm can vaguely perceive some easy-to-catch ghosts, but they are not able to capture them." Erha replied.

"The ghosts plagued by Zhang Ruozhu must be difficult to catch, and they are hidden very deeply. It seems that they have to use unconventional means to lead the snake out of the hole first." Luo Tian thought.

"Follow me, but don't make a sound." After making the decision, Luo Tian suddenly opened his eyes and stood up, pulled his hands into his backpack, and took out a peach blossom fan.

"I'm pretending again, I'm a literati and poetic, and I'm very sexy." Zhao Dechun snorted lightly.

"Nephew!" This time, Zhang Haiping was annoyed and glared at Zhao Dechun fiercely.

Because Luo Tian had told me not to make a sound.

"If you can't control your mouth, leave immediately." Master Meng Haoxu looked at him with a stern face.

Boom!

Zhao Dechun was so angry that he couldn't have an attack.

The guy simply took out a rheumatism plaster from his backpack and stuck it to his mouth in a daze.

Now you can rest assured...

"You are awesome! You are cruel!" Zhang Guangjun gave a thumbs up and laughed, but he didn't dare to do anything, he only had movements.

Zhang Haiping was stunned for a moment and felt uncomfortable. As for Meng Haoxu, he naturally glared at his unruly disciple and could not help.

Four dull gourds followed Luo Tian and walked towards the backyard.

When he was about to reach the door, Luo Tian turned his head and made a sound of shutting up, then he showed his head and incited the peach blossom fan that depicts poetry and landscapes. This action immediately attracted Zhang Ruozhu's attention. She immediately turned her head to look at Luo Tian.

However, his eyes were filled with doubts and contempt, and a terrifying coldness.

"What a terrible look!" Zhang Haiping and others were trembling in their hearts.

I saw Luo Tian, ​​the guy holding the fan, put his hand behind his back, and moved his other hand slightly to his chest. Looking at Zhang Ruozhu, he opened his mouth and came to Jiang Kui of the Southern Song Dynasty's "Yangzhou Slow"

Du Lang's praises, but now he is more shocked. Even though he is a master of the poem, he is a good dream of brothels, but he is hard to express deep affection. The twenty-four bridges are still there, the waves are shaking, and the cold moon is silent. I think of the red medicine beside the bridge, and who will I know for every year?

"Du...lang...Du...you are here..." Zhang Ruozhu's expression suddenly changed, and his vicious eyes suddenly became gentle.
Chapter completed!