When he opened his eyes again, Chen Shi was in a trance. He was dragged away by the cunning robber. He thought he would never wake up again. Was he saved?
Who saved him?
Then, he saw a young man in green clothes pushing open the door and entering with a bowl of medicine in his hand.
"I tried the new recipe, and you survived."
Chen Shi:......
"Drink."
A weirdo who tested medicine on himself, but he did save himself.
Many times he wanted to ask for help, but was left behind by his fellow disciples. He rarely felt the feeling of being rescued.
There was no telling, even if he was tested by this weirdo, his chances of survival would be higher than asking his friends for help.
Chen Shixiang smiled at this, tried to move his arm, and took the medicine bowl.
When the weirdo saw him taking the medicine, he was obviously a little surprised and said, "I thought I was going to drink it."
Chen Shi: No need.
He drank the medicine in several sips and put the bowl on the table next to him with a natural expression.
During this period, the man in green clothes kept observing his reaction. After an hour, he asked: "How does it feel?"
Chen Shi thought for a while and described: "The meridians are cold and hot, and the hot feeling is more obvious, and then it is a little itchy, and so on."
The other party nodded when he heard this and said to himself: "Well...well, put it too much, you shouldn't feel the cold." As he spoke, he felt Chen Shi's pulse, and a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, " But it works very well.”
"How do you call me when you are in Xiachen?"
"Goodbye."
"Are you an alchemist?"
"It can't be done without the magic power of fire attribute." Yan An looked unconcerned.
"But if you are a pharmacist, you may not be worse than an alchemist."
"Huh?" Yan An looked at him with some surprise. For a long time, everyone said that medicine and medicine can only help the alchemist. No one said that the pharmacist can beat the alchemist.
"It's about talent, it's about manpower." Chen Shi replied.
"Tsk, weirdo." Yan An said with a smile.
Chen Shi laughed out loud when he heard this, "I can't compete with you."
From then on, the two of them got along like this. Chen Shi didn't ask what kind of medicine the other party gave him, and Yan An didn't ask where he was from and how he was injured. A strange tacit understanding flowed between the two, and they seemed to get along like old people. Just as natural as friends.
Three months later, Yan An brought another bowl of medicine, "You can leave after drinking it."
Chen Shi didn't talk nonsense. After drinking, he thought about it and said, "Thank you." Three months later, his body and magic power had returned to what they were before.
Yan An waved his hand and took out a bunch of things, all of which were familiar to Chen Shi. There were his storage bags and his magic weapons, "I'll give these back to you."
As soon as Chen Shi's eyes moved, he realized that all his belongings were gone. He thought that this man was going to swallow them all.
Seeing him in a daze, Yan An smiled and took out the small arrow, "I like this, can I keep it for medical expenses?"
Chen Shi nodded, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes. He felt that this weirdo was pretty good, but he was short of a pharmacist.
At that time, Chen Shi was careful and courageous, young and frivolous, so he said to his savior: "Follow me."
Yan An was a little stunned, "Why?"
"You can continue to help me heal my injuries."
"But your injury has healed."
"There will be more soon."
Yan An laughed for a moment, then couldn't hold it back, and soon turned into laughter. He finally stopped, and his words were still full of laughter, "It's conceivable, but why, an old injury?"
"If I want to become an immortal, I must succeed." Chen Shi said.
"I understand, you need a helper."
"yes."
"Then why not find an alchemist?"
"If I can't find it, I'm not as good as you."
Something flashed across Yan An's usually unfocused eyes.
Many people in the world rely on repaying kindness, showing off their pretences, and whitewashing their ambitions. Chen Shi is different. He is strange but not chaotic, straightforward but not reckless. He has courage that ordinary people do not have, which is very similar to what he aspires to do.
He has never met someone so close to each other. After three months of getting along, the other person can understand many things without having to speak. But now, this person is openly asking his savior to follow him. It's weird and weird, but it's completely in line with his temperament. .
In this case, I will use my medical skills to help you become an immortal, so why not.
"Okay, Master, I'll go with you."
That day, Yan An left the Nameless Valley and practiced medicine with Chen Shi. He even had three meals a day because he liked to study plant dishes.
This lasted for two hundred years, until he went to Beizhou alone, his life tablet shattered, and there was no news at all.
…
He said that he only loved medicine and did not seek fame. For more than two hundred years, he had brought Chen Shi back from hell countless times. His medical skills were comparable to those of an alchemist in the Dao Dan period, but not many people knew about it.
Only people around Chen Shi knew that he had such a confidant and was deeply relied on.
But what more people don't know is that Master Chen Shi disappeared when Yan An was with him for ten years. Chen Yaoyao was not born at that time, and Yan An was as important to him as his own brother.
No matter how confusing the fate is, there are always people who take care of each other. Even if the sister he met later is not close to him and is even full of resentment, Chen Shi does not feel missing, which is why Yan An's death is unacceptable to him.
That year, he lost his sense of proportion for the first time, paranoidly holding a broken life tablet, looking for a way to resurrect him. He could not accept that the other party died in a strange Beizhou, and he was not able to see him before he died.
But the reality is cruel. People cannot be resurrected after death. Chen Shi gradually accepted the reality. His wish changed from resurrecting him to collecting his body and erecting a monument for him, to hoping that his relatives would go well in the next life.
So he found a famous divine fortune teller, spent half of his fortune in exchange for a fortune, and then his mood calmed down.
Heaven is ruthless, and he doesn't expect too much.
But it turned out that he couldn't even get the truth.
Li Ting looked at the ghost with dilated pupils and a stiff face, and laughed softly. His smile was sad, which moved the two people beside him.
Pain and anger surged in his heart, and the familiar unwillingness and stubbornness were awakened bit by bit. Li Ting's eyes became more determined, as if breaking through the layers of fog.
The netherworld reveals my past, and the thick earth of the sky reveals my future.
People can't choose their own stories in advance, so many injustices have been done to me, but I don't complain. Things in the world are inherently unpredictable, so my relatives and friends died tragically, so I don't complain. Victory and defeat are common, so I don't complain until I lose completely again and again. , Human affairs are no match for fate, so I died without a complete body and fell into the abyss twice, I don’t complain.
I can not cultivate immortality, not fight for victory or defeat, and let fate take care of me.
But if you deceive me, lie to me, make me not know where I came from, where my relatives are going, make me unable to see anything, then I will still fight if I can't help it.
Nothing in this world should belong to me, only my true life cannot be blasphemed.
In an instant, the aura on Li Ting's body changed, making Ye Ming and Feng Yu a little stunned. Was this...an epiphany?
He looked at the corpse in the cave for a while, said two words, and then he had an epiphany?
"Give him the Dharma protector." Feng Yu said sternly. Now is not the time to ask. The breakthrough of enlightenment cannot be disturbed.
Ye Ming nodded, glanced at Li Ting, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and said, "Interesting is also here. He should be alert to the ghosts around him."
Li Ting cast a grateful look at Feng Yu and Ye Ming, and then said to Qing Qing: "Incarnate, watch the ghosts around you, and communicate with them when something happens."
After saying that, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the enlightenment.
In fact, when he formed a bond with Yesanxiu, he felt some kind of strange power, whether it was cause and effect or evil virtue, it could be converted into magic power.
But at that time, Li Ting didn't care and didn't absorb it, so a lot of the accumulated strength was partly drained and partly put aside.
It wasn't until the great cause and effect of crossing ghosts finally appeared and his power was so full that he naturally advanced to the next level. I don't know how many people would envy him if he told it.
Therefore, the current level of cultivation that is comparable to that of Ye Ming is the result of him avoiding cultivating immortals and letting it go his own way.
In fact, he has more than three hundred years of practice experience, Yun Ling, Jin Dan, Dao Dan, all the feelings along the way, and the understanding of heaven and earth are all imprinted in his soul. In other words, as long as the magic power is enough, Dan With enough medicine, heavenly materials and earthly treasures, he could advance to the Dao Dan stage without any obstacles.
This was the first time in his life that he took the initiative to comprehend and practice.
In his last life, he devoted all his efforts to cultivating immortality, and his experience was so rich that he began to sort out his mana when he noticed the change in his mood.
It is strange to say that the spiritual energy in Beizhou is scarce, but it has no effect on him. The strange power is converted into mana, flowing in the Dantian, nourishing the whole body.
"High level of Dao Dan?" Ye Ming whispered. He couldn't imagine that Li Ting's cultivation level actually surpassed his own. After all, he said he didn't want to become an immortal. Comparing people to others is really annoying.
Now that he had the lowest cultivation level among the few, the pressure suddenly increased.
An hour later, Li Ting opened his eyes. His dark eyes were as penetrating as if they had been soaked by mountain springs. He stood up and saluted the two of them, "Thank you."
They all felt that there was something different about him, but they couldn't pinpoint the details.
