Ceres refused to take the medicine.
King Jiang Yuanzhun looked helpless. This great-uncle lived for more than 9,000 years and was of a very high generation. Even some of the supreme beings in the clan were his descendants. This man refused to let go. In addition, there were many particularities in taking the Imperial Pill. , How dare anyone force me?
Therefore, we can only send him here and ask the emperor to come forward and persuade him to take medicine.
In front of the stone table, Emperor Minglun glanced at him with his jasper-like eyes: "Have you ever seen your nephew giving medicine to your uncle?"
Before King Jiang Yuanzhun could open his mouth, he was blocked by a sentence. He was speechless and speechless. It would be better to let him return to the border and kill people upside down.
"Let's go."
Emperor Minglun picked up a jar of blood fountain and looked at Su Qinian: "Lord Su is willing to go with us."
"Su has been fascinated by the style of the God of Ceres for a long time."
Su Qinian then stood up and saw King Jiang Yuanzhun stunned for a moment, but then he came back to his senses and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. As long as the emperor is willing to go, it will be fine. If the emperor can't persuade him, then this imperial elixir is really good. There is no way to feed it, and it is impossible to alarm the divine farmers of the world. What the Human Emperor sees and the realm it is in are beyond the imagination of supreme beings like them. If it is not a matter of life and death, they cannot be disturbed lightly.
The location of the God of Ceramics is not deep in Shennong Mountain, but in the northwest corner of Shennong Mountain, in a mountain depression facing north and south.
The undulating hillside here is full of golden terraces, with sweet spiritual springs gurgling out from the cracks in the rocks and converging into streams, with criss-crossing paths, winding around one terrace after another.
When seeing this rich pastoral scenery, Su Qinian couldn't help but take a deep breath. Just like in the War Emperor's Palace, what was planted here was Yuan Gu, another type cultivated by the God of Grain based on Ji Valley. Grain is no longer limited to food and clothing, but begins to try to strengthen the human race's qi and blood to provide for spiritual practice.
Different from ordinary sacred figures, when Su Qinian saw the God of Ceres for the first time, he seemed to see him on the earth in later generations. After full mechanization, he only existed in history books, facing the loess, with his trouser legs rolled up and his back turned to the sky. old farmer.
Ceres looks like an ordinary, thin old man. He is not tall and his body is even a little withered. This is a sign of lack of life energy and physical illness.
But at this moment, he was barefoot, stepping in the water of Yuangu ground, one foot deep and one shallow, the soles of his feet were dark, and he didn't realize it. He kept pinching and playing with some Yuangu roots, and then he leaned over and stared at them. After a while, he looked up at the moonlight again, but turned a blind eye to the group of people not far away.
Among this group of people, there were the previous kings of the CCP in the Shennong Valley who resisted the calamity, as well as descendants like Saint Jiang Ning. There were also many unfamiliar faces, including a middle-aged man in a blue silk robe and cloud boots with a majestic face. The king leads the way.
"I've met the Emperor." The middle-aged king in green silk robe nodded to Emperor Minglun.
"Clan leader." Emperor Minglun nodded in return.
The middle-aged king in green silk robes in front of him is the patriarch of the Shennong Jiang family, a supreme king who also overlooks the starry sky. In the vast starry sky, he has the name of King of Flame. As early as a thousand years ago, he has The king is great. Looking at the kings in the starry sky, it is difficult to resist a peerless king.
"I heard the name of Territory Lord Su a long time ago. He is indeed the pinnacle of the younger generation of our human race. I didn't expect to disturb Territory Lord Su again. The Jiang family is ashamed." The Jiang family leader's eyes immediately fell on the emperor. Su Qinian, who was traveling with him.
A strange color appeared in his eyes, and the news from the kings of the Jiang family also shocked him immediately. This young Holy King Locking Heaven is more than expected, beyond the imagination of the world, and he has advanced to the realm with such practice. , it is really hard to imagine what the situation will be like ten or even decades later.
"Senior, you are very polite. If you can do your part, Su Qinian will be obliged to do so."
However, in the eyes of Su Qinian at this moment, these people seemed so incompatible with the Grain God in Yuan Valley, who was dressed in gray animal robes and had messy hair. The pastoral picture in this mountain col belonged to the world of the Valley God. , and they are like the extra ink on this picture scroll. If it can be erased, it will be harmonious, natural and natural.
Emperor Minglun frowned slightly, apparently aware of this strange atmosphere. There were several disciples of the Valley God in the Yuan Valley. Although their cultivation was not high, and they even had great powers in the Kaitian realm, at this moment However, he was not distracted. He didn't pay much attention to King Yan and others on the ridge of the field. He only looked slightly sideways after Emperor Minglun and Su Qinian arrived, especially after staying on Su Qinian for a few breaths, and then quickly took it back. look.
This is a group of true human sages.
Su Qinian sighed in his heart. The strength of their thoughts has surpassed the constraints of life levels. They don't care about the eyes of the outside world at all. They go their own way. Although their cultivation realm is in front of Su Qinian, They seemed so weak, but Su Qinian believed that they had a strong Taoist heart that was far inferior to countless people in the world.
Emperor Minglun and King Yan looked at each other. The head of the Jiang family immediately stepped up and left with a group of people on the field ridge. The God of Grain was stubborn. If they stayed here all the time, it would be counterproductive. It was better to leave this place temporarily. Leave it to Emperor Minglun and the young Holy King Suotian, he believes that the God of Grain will not turn a blind eye to those who are kind to him.
In front of Yuangu, it suddenly became much quieter.
The God of Ceres still did not raise his head, but kept walking in the fields, wading in the water, and sometimes even stretched out a hand to grab a handful of winding mountain spring water, took a sip, frowned slightly, and then spit it out gently. .
But neither Emperor Minglun nor Su Qinian spoke or stopped them. They just stood quietly on the ridge of the field, waiting.
Emperor Minglun even waved his sleeves, and a stone table and several stone tuna emerged. He and Su Qinian sat opposite each other, in this golden countryside, and started drinking together again.
Until the bright moon sets in the west and the morning sun rises again, when the first ray of sunlight shines on this mountain col, a golden spiritual mist rises from the golden Yuan Valley. Although compared to even the most ordinary spiritual stones, this The spiritual energy contained in the spiritual mist appears to be very mixed, but it comes from the Yuangu planted one after another, and is the real spiritual energy of plants and trees.
Gu Shen sighed, stood up from Yuan Gu, waved, and several disciples gathered in front of him.
"The moonlight is overcast, the time is close to winter, and there is a lack of sunshine in the sky. Several of the spiritual springs that lead to the source must be cut off, and several springs with shady and sunny sides must be re-selected, as well as Yuangu rhizomes, and the compound leaves three inches below must be All must be removed, otherwise it will compete with Yuangu for nutrients. The spiritual mist that rises today will be a bit more complex than the previous few days..."
Gu Shen kept talking, while several disciples took pictures with spirit stones, took notes at the same time, and sometimes raised some questions. In addition to explaining one by one, Gu Shen also showed great interest in some opinions.
"You can try to build a new terrace under the gable wall near the shade to see if the Taoism of Yuan Valley will change, or if it will just get closer..."
"Also, the Yuangu seeds in the Xiantian land over at Butian Palace should be mature. You can go and get them back, and then transform into some Daogu seeds. Although this place is not as perfect as the Daogu field in Southern Wilderness, you can still give it a try. , this time, try to accelerate ripening. After all, I don’t have much time, old man. I hope to see another crop grow..."
This opening lasted for half an hour. Half an hour later, the God of Grain waved his hand again, dismissing several disciples, and then stepped onto the field ridge with difficulty, his wet feet standing on the grassy field ridge. , leaving black footprints one after another. Black and green complement each other, creating an alternative sense of harmony.
"I'm old, even my cultivation is gone. I didn't expect that before I left, I could experience returning to my original nature."
Gushen sat down in front of the stone table as if muttering to himself, grabbed a jar of blood spring, poured a full bowl into the stone bowl that had been placed in front of him, drank it in one go, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and then He coughed violently, causing colorful blood to spill from the corners of his mouth, and causing snot and tears to fall from his nose.
"happy!"
The old man didn't care, wiped his nose and tears, and continued pouring into the bowl.
"You are old enough. If you drink more, they should go and invite the Emperor." Emperor Minglun chuckled, "My nephew comes here once in a while, but he is not here to see me off."
"I'll just treat you as farewell." Gu Shen waved his hand and said indifferently, "Birth, old age, illness and death, the reincarnation of heaven, there is nothing to force." (Please subscribe, thank you for your subscriptions and rewards!)
