The man, who looked like a bamboo, was holding a jade box in his hand. In the box was a snow-white, round pill with water-wave-like lines and a faint white mist.
Sitting on his knees in the sea of purple flowers, He Yuan held the orchid-like woman in his arms and fed the snow-white elixir into her mouth.
The elixir melts immediately in the mouth, turning into a warm current that flows into the woman's body.
But in an instant, the woman's pale face returned to rosy and translucent, as if she had just fallen asleep.
He Yuan looked at the woman's beautiful and rosy face quietly, and gently stroked the woman's eyebrows with his slender fingers, paying special attention to it.
The Resurrection Pill cannot bring the dead back to life after all.
These were the last words left by the master of the cave, Lord Shangguang, to He Yuan before disappearing.
As far as Lord Shangguang is concerned, He Yuan and him are very similar in a certain aspect.
Lord Shangguang has been searching for Zi Ling for thousands of years, and he has long been mentally prepared for the eternal separation between heaven and man. However, he has also had extravagant hopes about whether there is a miracle of resurrection in this world.
After searching for the results for many years, Shangguang Zhenjun thought that maybe one day, when their cultivation level is enough to ascend to the Nine Heavens Qing Ming and descend to the Nine Nether Underworld, they might be able to bring back the dead.
Or perhaps, there are such existences in the ethereal and unattainable fairyland.
However, this world of cultivation should not exist.
The Resurrection Pill can bring someone back to life as long as there is still one breath left. It is a very high-grade healing elixir that is generally only available to Nascent Soul cultivators.
The premise is that there is still one breath left.
He Yuan stretched out his hand and intertwined his fingers with Luo Zhilan's thin, white and warm hand.
There was temperature, but there was still no heartbeat, and the extinguished consciousness showed no sign of awakening. He Yuan's heart was extremely clear, but his eyes were full of confusion.
"Alan, I don't know if you will blame me for leaving everything behind, but I really can't bear to let you go down that road of no return alone."
He Yuan held Luo Zhilan with one hand, stood up, and walked step by step to where the boss of the Bai family was.
"Flowers are blooming on the other side of the Wangchuan River, and Meng Po's soup is bitter on the Naihe Bridge. Alan, don't walk too fast. Wait for me. How about I walk with you on the Wangchuan River and the Naihe Bridge?"
Delicate snow-white flowers bloom silently and enchantingly on the green branches and vines that wind along the men and women, and their faint fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose.
He Yuan's eyes suddenly blurred, and his consciousness seemed a little chaotic.
"Ayuan, what are you looking at? This time we successfully obtained the treasure of Jindan Master. I think it will be enough for us to practice Jindan. When the time comes, we will find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, build a small wooden house, and plant a tree. Qingzhu, a family of three can live a carefree life, okay?"
The woman's gentle voice sounded in He Yuan's ears, and He Yuan's sea of consciousness suddenly became clear. By the way, they had obtained the treasure left behind by Master Jin Dan.
Looking at the woman's beautiful and smiling eyebrows, He Yuan felt a little sour in his heart for some unknown reason. Although he was smiling, there were tears flashing in the corners of his eyes.
"Okay! Listen to Alan."
He Yuan shook off the inexplicable sourness in his heart and walked towards the woman.
Holding the woman's hand, He Yuan felt slightly reassured and smiled at Luo Zhilan. When they became a Taoist couple, they made a vow to live and die together, and he has never forgotten it.
"Ayuan, you won't leave me alone, right?"
The woman nestled in the man's arms, her cheeks flushed, her tone shy, but joyful.
Among the sea of purple flowers, scattered snow-white flowers swayed gently in the wind, and the entangled figures had a satisfied and happy sweet smile on their faces, as if they had dreamed of some beautiful scene.
Stepping out of the whirlpool, Lingchu looked back at the passage that began to disappear, then looked up at the vast and blue sky, feeling sad in his heart.
Long before Lady Poison left, Lingchu received a message from He Yuan.
Ask them to stay for a while.
Why were they? After seeing Lady Poison leave, Lingchu saw that the young man named Jiang still had no intention of leaving, and immediately understood what He Yuan meant by them.
However, Lingchu never thought that the reason why He Yuan asked them to stay would be this.
At the expense of their husband and wife's storage bag, Lingchu and Lingchu could share the contents equally. The only requirement was to help him give a picture stone to one person.
Perhaps it shouldn't be called a request, but more accurately, a request.
Lingchu had no interest in the storage bags of He Yuan and his wife, which were the so-called rewards. He was willing to help, just for the sake of being pleasing to the eye.
He Yuan probably had no intention of coming out of the cave in the first place. Perhaps, when Luo Zhilan passed away, He Yuan had already given up.
He was so positive at the end, maybe he had some expectations.
I want to see if there are any magical elixirs or methods in this cave.
In the end, what He Yuan gained was disappointment.
Looking at the deserted mountain forest and the poisonous lady who had long since disappeared without a trace, Lingchu shook his head and laughed, running quite fast.
However, I don’t know if this exit was randomly teleported. I don’t know where it is or where the others were teleported.
It’s hard to say what happened to Lady Poison, but the young man surnamed Jiang and Lingchu entered the whirlpool one after the other. As a result, when they came out, they couldn’t find anyone else at all.
Lingchu felt that the whirlpool in the cave was indeed a random teleportation.
This is good, no one has to worry about their treasures being robbed.
He Yuan left a picture stone for each of Lingchu and the young man named Jiang. It was just a precaution, but he didn't expect that it would come in handy.
For example, now that the two of them are separated, no one knows whether the other will deliver the letter. At this time, they both have a copy of the shadow stone, which is extremely beneficial to the person who keeps the shadow stone.
Lingchu didn't know whether the young man named Jiang would go, but Lingchu knew that he would definitely go.
Thinking of this, Lingchu raised his eyes and looked around. All he could see were trees, dense and lush.
Here, where did it come from?
Lingchu's eyes were full of confusion, but he neatly took out a thick book from his storage bag. On the cover were three big words, Geography.
On a mountainous area, a whirlpool suddenly appeared. The young man carrying the sword box stepped out. After completely coming out, the whirlpool collapsed into nothingness.
The young man surnamed Jiang looked at the unfamiliar scenery around him and thought about the topographic map of Jiu Ming Prefecture that he had memorized one by one, trying to find out where he was.
Fengming Slope.
The young man surnamed Jiang looked at the tall Qingqiu Wutong trees all over the mountains and plains, and quickly found where he was.
With the general direction in mind, the young man named Jiang took out a crystal clear stone from his storage bag, looked at it with a complicated expression for a while, and finally sighed.
He is a person who keeps his word. Since he agreed to someone's request, he will definitely go all out.
He will deliver this photographic stone to the person it should be delivered to.
Xiaoyin Country, He Chaoyun.
