Song Xing did not expect that at the final moment of his demise, Entropy would open up the torrent of time and exile himself in the torrent. Following the time and space vortex, he returned to Shennongjia in the ancient times.
When he looked back, he didn't see the time vortex that brought him to the ancient times. Not far away, he could see the Nine Death Jingling Armor that had shrunk many times. It was teleported together, but he didn't see it entering the torrent of time together. The Devonian relics were thrown out during the transmission.
He didn't know why Entropy had so much energy before he died, sending him back to the ancient times. The only thing he could be sure of now was that this didn't seem to be an illusion.
The presence of the suspected Shennong clan on the mountain peak not far away might be able to clear up some of his doubts.
Thinking of this, he took steps towards the place where the Shennong clan existed.
The two seemed to be not far apart, but in fact there was an abyss between them, but this could not stop Song Xing. He took the Nine Death Jingling Armor, and it didn't take long for Song Xing to arrive at the mountain peak.
The fragrance of flowers mixes with the green smell of grass and the smell of sunset in the breeze, forming a strange smell. The environment here is very different from Shennongjia tens of thousands of years later. The only thing that is the same may be the touch of green that catches the eye.
Pushing aside the grass, he finally saw the old man sitting cross-legged on the rock, whose lower body seemed to be petrified, and who seemed to be the Shennong clan.
As if hearing Song Xing's footsteps, Shennong, who was originally looking at the sea, turned his head and stared at Song Xing, his eyes indescribably clear, like a young man.
"I didn't expect that there would be people passing by in these barren mountains and ridges. How wonderful. My little friend, would you like to come over and talk about it?"
Shennong's eyes showed a bit of smile and he said.
His language had a somewhat wild accent, which was a bit strange to Song Xing's ears, but perhaps it came from the same source, so he could barely understand it.
Song Xing didn't say anything. He walked straight to the opposite side of him and stood there, looking at him carefully.
On Shennong's weathered face, one could not tell his specific age, but he could only see the incalculable terrifying power hidden under his old skin.
There were two horns on the forehead of his head, which looked a bit weird. He was tall, but he was only casually wrapped in linen clothes, and his whole body was covered with a strong aura of death.
There were several strands of black thread wrapped around his waist and abdomen, swimming like venomous snakes. Song Xing could see that the area below his waist and abdomen had begun to change towards stone, looking inexplicably scary.
"Senior, is he poisoned?" Song Xing asked.
With the strength of his spiritual consciousness, after hearing Shennong's words, he analyzed them, and then spoke. His tone was quite similar to the language of this ancient era. At least Shennong understood it.
Shen Nong smiled: "The poisonous herbs will cause the meridians to explode and become as hard as rock. In half a day at most, I will be buried in the dust on the top of this southern mountain."
When it comes to the coming of death, the old man is indescribably calm.
Just as he said this, a Grasshopper happily jumped out of the grass, stopped beside him, its tentacles swayed slightly, then jumped onto him arrogantly, jumped over the grass, and flew away.
Shennong suddenly found it indescribably interesting. Two hundred years ago, he was already invincible, capable of subduing more than a thousand dragons and tigers.
Unexpectedly, he was lying frozen on the top of the mountain today, unable to move at all, and even a grasshopper would not pay attention to him. Things in the world are unpredictable, and it is ridiculous.
The more he thought about it, the funnier it became, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing.
There was a bit of amazement in Song Xing's eyes. Shen Nong tasted the herbs. He never expected that he would see the living Shen Nong himself today, and it was the moment before he died of the poison.
Looking at Shennong's slightly sad eyes, Song Xing didn't know where to start asking, even though there were thousands of words in his heart at the moment.
After all, does Shennong from the ancient times really know about the deeds that took place in the abyss tens of thousands of years later?
He moved his ears lightly and heard a burst of footsteps coming from the mountain path behind him. He was obviously attracted by Shennong's laughter just now.
He and Shennong turned their heads to look at the same time. A young man in ragged clothes emerged from among the grass and trees. He was about thirteen or fourteen years old. His face was covered with dust, his eyes were very smart, and he had a green bamboo flute inserted diagonally around his waist.
As soon as the young man came out, he looked up and saw Shennong and Song Xing. He blinked, smiled at Shennong and said, "Old senior, you were the one laughing just now. I was about to shoot some skylarks, but you Just smile and scare them all away."
Seeing that the young man's words were interesting, Shen Nong smiled and said, "That's not easy."
A sudden burst of laughter.
The laughter was like thunder on the ground, deafening.
The young man stumbled violently and fell heavily to the ground. His face was pale and his ears were buzzing.
Suddenly more than ten birds fell from the sky, and they all fell into the young man's arms.
Shennong first glanced at Song Xing next to him in surprise. Seeing that he was not affected at all, he looked at the young man sideways and said with a smile, "My little friend, is this dinner enough?"
The young man was dumbfounded. He looked at the bird in his arms that was stunned by the laughter for a long time, and then looked at Shennong. His face was full of surprise, and then he smiled and said: "Wonderful, wonderful, if the boy has the skills of his predecessors, wouldn't he be able to live his life like this? Don’t worry about eating and drinking anymore.”
I happily picked up the birds, went to the mountain stream to pluck and wash them, and lit a fire to barbecue.
Song Xing looked at the young man's back and said calmly: "You can stun these birds with laughter alone. If senior is willing, he can also use sound waves to kill people. What a magical power!"
In the world tens of thousands of years later, martial arts are only about fists and legs. In this ancient era, when people were supposed to drink blood, the Shennong family actually had extremely advanced martial arts skills, which really surprised Song Xing.
This made him wonder, did the time channel opened by entropy really send him back to an era tens of thousands of years ago?
But judging from the fact that there is no prompt from the jade seal, it seems that he is still in the original world, but the time has been advanced to the ancient era tens of thousands of years ago.
Shen Nong looked at him and said with a smile: "My little friend can not change his face despite my laughter. I think he has a good Qi cultivation. He is also a leader among the young generation in Dahuang."
Dahuang, when Song Xing heard this word, his heart moved slightly, but he did not ask out loud.
"Senior, with such martial arts skills, can a mere poison hurt you?"
Shennong sighed: "I have lived for more than two hundred years. I have traveled around the world for two hundred years and visited more than seven hundred mountains in the wilderness. I have tasted more than ten thousand kinds of herbs. The toxicity of these herbs has now exploded in my body, and my meridians have been severed. It’s hard to save the immortals.”
Song Xing felt sad when he thought of the great wisdom of Shennong who sacrificed his life to taste the herbs in order to save the world in ancient times.
As if feeling Song Xing's emotions, Shennong smiled again and said: "My little friend, there is no need to be sad. Birth, aging, illness and death are normal things. I have lived for more than two hundred years, so I deserve to die. I can meet you two before I die. Maybe it’s God’s blessing. Before I die, I still have one unfulfilled wish, and maybe I need to ask my little friend for help.”
Song Xing heard this and checked Shennong's pulse, and found that all the meridians in his body were indeed severed. In addition, the meridians were filled with hundreds of mixed poisons, which blocked his meridians. If he hadn't relied on the powerful Qi in his body to hang on to his life, he would have died. He would have died a long time ago.
Not far away, the young man moved quickly and was even more proficient in cooking. Within a moment, the rich aroma of barbecue could be heard from the top of the mountain.
Shennong had not eaten for a day. Although his whole body was stiff and he was about to turn into feathers, the smell of meat still aroused his strong appetite.
"It tastes so good. My little friend is good at cooking. I can eat this delicious meal before I die. God has treated me well." Shennong was very open-minded about his own life and death, and he was still in the mood to joke.
The young man turned back and said with a smile: "Senior, don't worry, we still need to add some seasoning."
He went to the mountains to find a handful of green grass and red wild fruits, smashed them and sprinkled them on the roasted bird.
Shennong recognized at a glance that the grass and fruits the young man had taken were licorice and red fairy fruit.
These two herbs taste sour, sweet and slightly bitter, and have the effect of activating blood circulation and relaxing muscles. I didn't expect this young man to know it.
(End of chapter)
