There is a courtyard outside the mountain with a simple door and vigorous brickwork.
Thick smoke billowed from the depths of the courtyard. Someone covered his face with one hand and pushed the door open. There were still sparks in the cattail leaf fan in his hand.
After walking out of the thick smoke, I could clearly see the man's face, his sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. Even though his body was covered in dust, he was still handsome.
It was Qingfeng, the cultivator who was enjoying the opera at Kuhai Cliff a few days ago.
Today, he is gray and gray, and his blue shirt has been burned with several holes by the flames. He is very miserable.
After rushing out of the alchemy room, he fell to the ground before taking a few steps, and the cattail leaf fan in his hand flew several meters away.
After hearing another faint scream in the room, the sadness on his face became even more intense. He raised his voice helplessly and cried out in a mournful voice: "Master! Save Mingyue quickly, she makes medicine with her blood. , if infected by the fire poison, I’m afraid I won’t survive!”
"Master, save her, save her..."
"Cough! Cough! Cough -, Master, Master..."
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The red sun is in the sky, so we walk back a little.
I don’t know what’s going on in the mountains.
In a medicinal garden of rare and exotic herbs, there was an old man with pale face and white hair, walking slowly with the support of an extremely handsome young man.
The medicine garden is not big, about half an acre, but everything planted is full of miraculous medicines.
Spiritual ginseng is everywhere, with a hazy luster. Each spiritual ginseng plant has at least five young leaves and has a lifespan of more than half a thousand years.
In addition to spiritual ginseng, there are many precious elixirs
Ankle-length purple grass, with some fragrant grass ends, hanging blue flowers, fragrant and fragrant.
The orchids that should be blooming in the empty mountains are scattered on the field ridges, shimmering with white light, and even the life essence turns into colorful butterflies, flying above the stamens.
"Idiot, I have told you the word "temperance" countless times. Now that your kidney energy is exhausted, do you ever regret it?"
Pharmacist Jiang Daolin's cultivation level is not very high, but in the field of refining medicine, he can definitely be ranked among the top three among all the pharmacists in Qingya Blessed Land.
It's a pity that doctors can't heal themselves. Even if you have a great level of cultivation, if you don't become an immortal, you will eventually die.
Jiang Daolin, who had long been on the verge of death, was now halfway into the loess. He was stooped but still full of energy. He still tried to stand up straight and looked at the cynical elder's son Han Feiren in front of him.
There were three parts of sternness, two parts of reproach, and five parts of kindness in his cloudy eyes.
"Oh, Grandpa Jiang, why don't you get me some more jelly beans? You went to Zhongzhou to travel to the Divine Dynasty for more than ten years. I think so!" The evil look on Han Feiren's face subsided slightly, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. Smiling, you can see that he is in a happy mood.
"Why, how old are you and you still want to eat jelly beans?"
"Oh, to you, I will always be a child..."
Immediately afterwards, the smile on Han Feiren's face suddenly disappeared, and he bent down and whispered in Jiang Daolin's ear: "Grandpa Jiang, in recent years, the power of Qingya Paradise has changed rapidly, and the elders have bet on the fairy seedlings, just for the sake of Those fairy seedlings can be as eye-catching as possible in the Southern Wilderness Trial Field in half a year, so as to draw the line of the Feathered Divine Dynasty... Even my grandfather, the dignified elder, and even Yuan were willing to give them to Jia Yuan. Si...Originally, I planned to completely degenerate, but now that you are here, I can't wait for death, so please help me break through the divine bridge as soon as possible, and even the other side, so that I can have some say. Not to be replaced…”
Jiang Daolin looked at Han Feiren quietly with gentle eyes, neither agreeing nor rejecting.
After a long time, Jiang Daolin hoarse his voice and said with a smile: "Boy, are you really hiding your clumsiness or are you pretending to be one?"
Han Feiren stroked the jade flute hanging on his waist with his right hand, looked directly into Jiang Daolin's sharp eyes, and said calmly: "You have it all, meeting you is Feiren's greatest luck, please make it happen."
"Hahaha, I heard Qingfeng and Mingyue mention it before, you enjoy the fragrance as much as you want, and there are no taboos. So what are you going to do with the woman you once favored? It's hard to recover. I can help you, but the price is too high. As for Nan two days ago, Xiao, that little girl is indeed very beautiful, and you have good taste. As long as she grows up, I believe she will become famous in the Yuhua Dynasty before long."
A flash of light flashed through Jiang Daolin's turbid eyes, and he asked in a cold voice: "Are you willing to let go?"
"It's all for fun, just for fun! Just go ahead and do it, no complaints unless you are benevolent."
After receiving a satisfactory answer, Jiang Daolin laughed heartily, then waved his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and walked forward first.
Along the way, flowers bloomed, butterflies fluttered, and bees swarmed.
Several plump ants were crawling out from under the elixir root, holding half of their bloody fingers, their tentacles shaking slightly, as if looking for direction.
Just when Jiang Daolin was slowly telling Han Feiren about his experiences in the Yuhua Shen Dynasty, he heard the call from the bottom of the mountain, his face changed drastically, and he immediately drove away with the divine rainbow.
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The dark room didn't know the sun and moon in the sky. Nan Xiao lay in the turbid water, letting the severe cold set in and the black ice covering the sea.
The life essence equivalent to three hundred bottles of Baicao Liquid is so powerful that even Nan Xiaozao, who has been nourishing Qi and Yunmai for nearly nine years, still cannot bear it at this time.
Still at the waning moon at the top of the dark room, the ice syrup continued to fall at a slow speed. Whenever the physical body was about to disintegrate, the ice became colder.
Many people have warned Nan Xiao that once she enters the realm of life spring, she will definitely die.
At this moment, Nan Xiao held her breath and decided to take the initiative to enter this life-and-death gamble.
After Qingyue left behind the cold "moonlight", Nan Xiao looked inside and saw that on the dark and silent water surface, the layer of blue light gradually became richer.
The life essence contained in the dragon scales is like a farmer's hoe, reclaiming the wasteland on the edge of the sea of suffering bit by bit.
The sky is far away, the sea is deep, and it looks vast and vast as far as the eye can see.
As the sea of suffering continues to expand, the surging waves are getting farther and farther away from the wheel of life above under the suppression of blue light.
The occasional splash of water was also dispelled by the life essence that followed.
The sea of suffering is getting bigger and bigger, and the wheel of life hangs higher and higher.
Just when the wheel of life was about to break through the wheel sea, Nan Xiao reversed the Taoist secret method and forced it to the edge.
At the same time, Nan Xiao used brute force to cut open the bitter sea, and the blue light on the water actually condensed three-thirds of black ice in the blink of an eye.
The Taoist scriptures return to the right path.
The blue light becomes darker and darker, and the black ice becomes heavier as it enters the sea.
There was still ice slurry dripping from the hollow above the head, which continued to increase the chill.
The wheel of life flies away from the sky, and the blue covers the sea.
Nan Xiao once again broke through the waves with brute force, the Taoism reversed again, and the cold air enveloped everything.
The sea of bitterness has turned into ice.
Repeatedly, even if Nan Xiao was not exploded by the life essence, he would probably be killed.
Fortunately, the South School had already made preparations. Hundreds of pills that strengthened the body, nourished Qi and stopped bleeding were already in the stone jar, so the turbid water became even turbid.
Three-drug.
But Nan Xiao had no other choice but to save her life and earn a future.
After protecting your life first, let's slowly eliminate the toxins in the body.
The Taoist scriptures are right and contrary to fantasy, the wheel and the sea are overturned, and there is no distinction between up and down.
I don’t know how long it took.
Because of the many tumblings, the bitter sea was covered with ice and became silent.
The wheel of life is full of cracks, but it finally settles in mid-air.
The short-term balance is for the subsequent breakthrough to ensure that the body is not damaged at all.
The life essence, which is always difficult to completely refine, once again pours into Nanxiao's secret realm of Lunhai.
Every time a bit of clear spring gushes out from the Wheel of Life, it will be frozen into crystals by the bone-chilling coldness of winter.
There is no steaming clouds, let alone the gurgling spring of life.
The sea of suffering is vast, and the wheel of fate hangs high.
It's freezing cold and the road is not far away.
