... Qingge temporarily put aside the practice of breaking through the origin realm in one fell swoop, and concentrated on observing the Ten Thousand Poison Immortal.
The Immortal Book of Ten Thousand Poisons she recorded was all about medicine, and not a single word about the world of poisons was recorded.
Qingge frowned.
The essence of this Ten Thousand Poisons Fairy Book far exceeds that of the Ancestor's Book, but even the current Qing Ge cannot fully absorb the medical skills contained in the Ancestor's Book.
After pondering the song for a moment, a cluster of coquettish green lotus fire burned on his fingertips, burning the rice paper into ashes.
Qing Ge lowered his eyes and thought thoughtfully: "Thousand Poison Plague is a terminal disease that cannot be cured by any medicine. The only hope of cure lies in this Ten Thousand Poison Immortal Book.
The Ten Thousand Poisons Immortal Book was stolen on the eve of the outbreak of the Thousand Poison Plague. I am afraid that the culprit was not the thief.
The Thousand Poison Plague was too involved and led to the destruction of the Dream Clan, which meant that someone was looking for the Immortal Book of Ten Thousand Poisons behind the scenes.
In other words, anyone who knows the nature of the Ten Thousand Poison Immortal should be killed and silenced."
At this point, Qing Ge sneered.
This Thousand Poison Plague has a close connection with her.
There are two reasons why Qing Ge burned the Ten Thousand Poison Immortal Book.
One is that the Ten Thousand Poison Immortal Book will bring endless disasters. Qing Ge already has the Immortal Book in his mind and there is no need to record it on paper.
The second is that Qing Ge will not practice the Ten Thousand Poisons Immortal Book for the time being. The medicine she has practiced for such a long time is a treasure book left by the ancestors of the Medicine Sect! The techniques, habits and ideas of each medicine refining expert
They are all different. Before Qingge could comprehend the profound meanings in the ancestral book, he stopped practicing the book and turned to the Ten Thousand Poisons Immortal Book. He was afraid that he would focus on one thing and lose the other, which would not be a good thing.
And this is what Gu Long values more. If the alchemists next to him, not to mention young girls and men, even the elderly alchemists, when they see a treasure book like the Ten Thousand Poisons Fairy Book, they will want to practice the secrets in it.
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Qing Ge obtained the Ten Thousand Poisons Immortal Book. He first thought about Nu Qi, then thought of the Thousand Poison Plague and the intricate relationships behind it. Then he calmed down to weigh the pros and cons, and finally decided to put aside the cultivation of the Ten Thousand Poisons Immortal Book for the time being.
The news that Qingge had broken through to the twelfth level of Xuanling Master had already leaked out, and it swept through the Flame Sky and Three Thousand Worlds like the fallen leaves in the autumn wind.
Three thousand generations, thousands of clans! People should be indifferent to the affairs of Flame Heaven. Even if there are one or two geniuses occasionally, they are only promoted by certain clans.
But there is a woman who has attracted the attention of countless people even before she has entered the third thousand lives.
The major clans were busy coming and going, and they were all closely inquiring about the news about Ye Qingge.
When she breaks through the original realm, it will be the day when the world will change in three thousand lifetimes.
Some are happy and some are sad.
The clans all plan to wait and see what happens, but some clans have already extended an olive branch, such as the Shenhuang Clan, one of the three clans above. The Shenhuang Marquis personally wrote a letter and sent it to the Flame Sky, inviting Ye Qingge to join the Shenhuang Clan.
Qingge has declined.
As for Shenyue City, she has no plans to go there.
Immediately, countless people from three thousand generations were curious about where Ye Qingge would go if he broke through the original realm.
During the days when Qingge was concentrating on seclusion, the prince's grandfather was busy with her, sending boxes and boxes of rare promotion elixirs and treasures to the Flame Heaven.
The King of the Seventh Palace came with Princess Linglong in a hurry, his face was red and he was overjoyed.
"Master Liu, right? I heard that you have a rare ice evil body. There is a set of "Hanmen Xuanyin Jue" that specializes in cultivating the cold body. Three thousand generations are mainly about spells, techniques and physical fitness.
If you concentrate on practicing Xuanyin Jue, with your talent, you will soon be able to live three thousand lives."
The Seven Palaces of Kings.
Princess Linglong smiled broadly and said, "This "Hanmen Xuanyin Jue" was purchased by my father from a gambler on the black market. After a lot of effort, it couldn't be more suitable for you."
Liu Yan'er was slightly stunned when she saw the yellowed Xuanyin Jue in the hands of the King of the Seventh Palace, then stretched out her hands to take it, lowered her head and nodded with gratitude.
The King of the Seventh Palace brought the things and presented a set of sword skills and armor to Long Shitian.
I saw the Seventh Palace King dragging a big box and meeting many people.
The maids in the palace gathered together to discuss, and were very surprised. "I thought the king of Shenyue City was arrogant and arrogant, but I didn't expect him to be such a kind person. He is really good to our empress."
It is true that Ye Qingge took off her imperial crown in public and gave away the country she had worked hard for for several years to others, but in the hearts of countless people, she will always be the Empress Ye who shed her blood and sacrificed her life.
Jiu Ci sat on the courtyard wall, slightly bent one leg, and looked at the seven palace kings who were busy in front of him in a joking manner, tugged his thin lips, and couldn't help but sarcastically said: "You are already very old, and you are still showing off your courtesy everywhere.
It really is.”
Moyou looked up.
The corners of the man's lips were slightly raised, and he couldn't help but smile on his handsome face. A few strands of black hair on his forehead lightly covered his handsome eyebrows.
Moyou looked at the sky with a sudden look on his face.
Three thousand lives... long time no see.
The Meng Clan had been established for three thousand generations, with a palace like a city, guests like clouds, and all the clan members were relatives and friends. But once they were massacred, the Meng Clan was stained with blood, and there was no more fragrance of flowers everywhere, only the mourners were left.
In the distance, No. 2 was sitting on the railing outside the courtyard. The cold wind and snow fell on her body, piling up a thick layer. Although her limbs were obviously cold, she seemed not to notice it.
During the period of following Ye Qingge, the haggard No. 2 has gained some flesh and is no longer skin and bones, but compared to other strong cultivators, he will always look frail, slender and thin.
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A cloak covered him, bringing a little warmth, but No. 2 seemed unconscious and unmoved.
Next to her, the young man was wearing a perfectly tailored blue robe, with a pair of eyes as blue as the sea water, and his complexion was whiter and more delicate than the beauty.
Speaking of which, No. 1 and she have been acquaintances for many years. The third lady of our family was only a young girl. When they first went to the Colosseum, they were both slaves imprisoned in a cage.
No pride, no dignity.
After several years of misfortunes, I finally got through it.
Their lives were all changed because of a girl.
The two of them just stood and lay in silence, with only the blowing wind and snow telling the maid outside the courtyard that this was not a static painting.
When dusk came, the boy left. If it weren't for the deep footprints in the snow and the cloak on No. 1, people would have thought that the boy had never been there.
When the young man returned to the palace, Ye Jingjing sat on the swing boredly, her toes occasionally tapping the ground, and her figure flickering.
The swing swung back and was held firmly by a pair of slender, cold-white hands. Ye Jingjing looked up and grinned brightly.
"Ah Yi, I'm hungry."
Ye Jingjing looked at Ha Yi eagerly.
The young man stroked the snow from her hair and asked softly: "Since you're awake, why did you come out without waiting for me?"