Outside the mountain col.
The head of the Jiang family and others were waiting quietly. With Emperor Minglun there, they did not listen to the conversation of the three people with their immortal will.
But even several supreme beings are a little inexplicably anxious at this moment, because a night has passed. Could it be that even Emperor Minglun can't persuade that one to take the Emperor's Dao Pill?
Time is really running out, because the poison of Baicao is spreading faster than imagined. The Jiang family has many medicine masters. After several observations, Gu Shen's cultivation is almost exhausted, maybe as soon as a month. , will completely corrode the three souls and seven souls. This is irreversible. Even if the time taboo is used to reverse the years, it cannot be added to the great poison of Baicao.
The God of Grain's Baicao Poison has reached a level comparable to that of the Shennongs of the past dynasties, but he does not have the cultivation of the Shennongs of the past dynasties. He can live to more than 9,000 years old. Rather than being inferior to even the current Shennong, for Shennong Baicao Comprehending the sutras is not irrelevant, it is already very valuable.
Ceres God watched Emperor Minglun grow up step by step, and even his uncle, the two have been close since childhood. However, Ceres God lived to be more than 9,000 years old, and there are not many relatives of one or two generations close to him. , if Emperor Minglun can't persuade him, it's really hard for everyone to imagine, who can make Gu Shen voluntarily take the Emperor's Dao Pill.
Out!
Suddenly, the head of the Jiang family, the famous Yan Wang under the starry sky, his eyes lit up, and everyone saw Emperor Minglun striding out of the mountain with a calm face, followed closely behind him. The God of the Valley, with his hands behind his back and his head held high, and the young Holy King Suotian who walked at the end.
Emperor Minglun seemed to be taking big steps, but he was not walking very fast. Gu Shen walked behind without missing a step. At the same time, he glanced sideways at Yan Wang and the others from the corner of his eyes, snorted softly, and turned his head.
The head of the Jiang family￥%@! …
Who can tell him what happened in the Yuan Valley field? As a supreme king, who dares to look at him like this on weekdays? A saint must also be respectful, that is, the God of Valley. He has no temper at all and cannot be offended. rise.
The one who was most frightened was King Jiang Yuanzhun. He clearly saw that Emperor Minglun had a gloomy face and stared at him. Although it was just a glance, it made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He couldn't help but look at the clan leader Jiang Yan. The look in his eyes clearly said, I'm not saying I won't invite you, you go to someone else, now it's fine, it's all on me, you can at least say a few words for me...
King Yan turned his head away.
King Jiang Yuanzhun￥%......&#
After a while, everyone's expressions became heavy when they saw the disappearing figures of Gu Shen and his party. No matter how they looked at it, it didn't look like they were going to leave. Emperor Minglun was obviously not in a high mood. Only Gu Shen had a nostalgic look on his face. He looked greatly relieved, as if he had encountered some happy event.
"This...what should we do!"
The king of the Jiang family took a deep breath. They worked hard, and even alerted the supreme inheritance of all parties, to find this rare Phoenix grass and refine it into this great elixir of the emperor's way, but they didn't. Unexpectedly, the God of Grain was unwilling to take the medicine, so he became so stubborn that even the kings could not get him back.
Now it seems that even the Great Emperor cannot do it. Is it really necessary to alarm that person...
As if he had read through everyone's thoughts, Jiang Yan, the patriarch in a green silk robe, sighed and said: "Even Emperor Minglun can't persuade him. Although that man has the grace to preach, if he forces himself, the Grain God will probably not agree. Not to mention, who do you think will be rejected despite knowing this, that one or us?"
From the Yuan Valley to the Purple Bamboo Forest of Emperor Minglun, it was only a hundred miles away. Even for a sacred person, it was within breath's reach. However, Su Qinian and his three people walked from the rising sun to the rising moon.
Even so, when Ceres finally climbed onto the cliff, he was still out of breath and couldn't say a word. He just gasped and his throat was hoarse, as if it was blocked by something. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer, and with a pop, Spit out a mouthful of colorful blood.
Gu Shen's aura became weaker and weaker, but his eyes became clearer and clearer, as if nothing in the world could escape his eyes. Su Qinian couldn't help but raise a hand and aimed at Gu. God, the continuous and soft innate pure Yang breath overflowed silently, along the Gu Shen's already riddled body, entering the limbs and bones, soothing the Qi and blood that were about to dry up, and the innate Qi surged in order to stimulate A bit of life.
"No need to exert any effort, that's enough, I've recovered." Gu Shen took a deep breath to calm down, then looked Su Qinian up and down, and said regretfully, "Little brother, you have innate Qi, you won't be able to do exercises if you don't do exercises." It’s such a pity, pharmacist.”
"If the Grain God is willing to teach, Su Qinian will come to ask for help every year from now on. The knowledge of plants, trees, medicine and stones is profound and profound, as long as the Grain God doesn't dislike me for being stupid." Su Qinian looked at the old man and said seriously.
Waving his hand, the Ceres God turned his head and ignored him. He nuzzled at the Pingwheel Emperor and said, "Stop dilly-dallying. Be quick and let me, the master, reunite with them as soon as possible."
The corner of Emperor Minglun's mouth twitched slightly, but he still walked into the purple bamboo forest without saying a word. He came to an empty space covered with purple bamboo leaves and waved his sleeves.
Boom!
A dusty cellar was opened, and the bamboo leaves collapsed, revealing a deep cave entrance that reached directly into the mountain. A fragrant and strong scent of blood spring surged out the moment the cellar was opened.
The old man couldn't help but take a deep breath and sighed: "Strong but not dry, rich but not flashy, mellow but not showy, they are all blood springs that have lasted for at least a thousand years. I really want to thank you, kid. By the way, I also want to thank you." Aunt, if it were your uncle and me, these treasures would have been used up to pieces over the years, and how could we still have the joy of old age and drink to our heart's content."
Emperor Minglun's face darkened: "Please take him away quickly."
"Then you're welcome."
Gushen rubbed his hands, smiled, and at the same time took out a silver animal skin bag from his arms, straightened his body, and walked down the cellar.
Emperor Minglun and Su Qinian did not follow, leaving the fragrant aroma of the cellar to the God of Grain alone. Emperor Minglun's expression returned to normal, and he just sighed lightly and said: "That's all."
Su Qinian felt a little heavy in his heart. The God of Grain responded to his temptation with a silent rejection. Even transporting the blood fountain required the help of foreign objects, because all his cultivation had been exhausted and the holy world had withered. No more, only a weak will is left to maintain the basic activities of the physical body.
Half an hour later, Gushen came out of the cellar, took a deep breath with satisfaction, waved his hand and said, "Come, the emperor will give me a ride. The old man doesn't want to walk back to Yuangu."
What more can be said? As Emperor Minglun was thinking, a jasper-like light path extended from the feet of the Valley God, like a sky bridge, directly to the Yuan Valley in Shan'ao a hundred miles away.
"No need to send it away. The old man has hands and feet and returns home with a full load and is satisfied."
The God of Grain turned his back to Su Qinian and the two of them, waved his hands, and stepped onto the light path. In an instant, he was far away, and another voice came from far away: "By the way, I think your jars of thousands of years of blood spring are a little dirty. It's dusty, I'll help you take it back and wash it."
Emperor Minglun's eyes froze, and he almost couldn't help but reverse the path of light, but then he burst into laughter. The laughter became louder, echoed in the mountains, and gradually enveloped the entire Shennong Mountain.
A hundred miles away, in front of the mountain col.
When the God of Grain returned, he didn't see the clan leader Jiang Yan and others. Only a few holy ones were still here, but they didn't bother him. The God of the Grain was startled for a moment, and then he listened to the voice of the Great Emperor that resounded in Shennong Mountain. He laughed in a hoarse voice and curled his lips and said: "You still have to pretend to be strong when your heart hurts!"
In front of the mountain col, several saints looked at each other and looked up at the sky in tacit agreement.
On this day, in the Yuan Valley field, the fragrance of the thousand-year-old blood spring rose into the sky and spread thousands of miles, causing countless Jiang family members to swallow their saliva.
Under the moonlight, several saints clearly saw that in the Yuan Valley, old blood spring jars, with the style of at least a thousand years ago, were piled up into a hill, and the Valley God was in this mountain.
The golden Yuan Valley swayed gently in the moonlight, and the plump ears of grain were like strings of golden beads. A breeze blew by, rustling, accompanied by the gurgling spiritual spring, passing through the crisscrossed Yuan Valley land. A thin layer of spiritual mist rises, accompanied by the fragrance of Yuangu, drifting into the distance silently.
This crop of Yuangu is ripe.
The grain fragrance also passed through the cracks in the mountains of stone jars and floated into the mountains.
There was a hearty laugh, no longer hoarse, loud and powerful, and the mountain-like blood fountain slowly collapsed amidst the roar. (About the Grain God, Shibu writes from his heart. Although he really wants to make up for his regrets, Shibu feels that such a Grain God is the real Grain God. We will inherit his meaning, uphold his heart, and make his spirit last forever. This is the greatest comfort to his old man.)
