Tushanjun never expected that a glimmer of life would emerge once the magic medicine took root.
Although the vitality is still vague, like a grass that can be bent at any time.
But it is different from the rootless duckweed it once was.
The 'grass' now has roots.
Deep roots!
The root system was not as tall as the gods, but a few feet shorter. In a short time, it changed from the original three feet to six feet. At this time, it complemented the backyard of the Yanjun Temple.
It won’t attract attention because of its overly prominent branches and leaves.
"The magic medicine works."
Tu Shanjun nodded in surprise.
Even though the old tree was half-dead, he was very cooperative when it came to covering up, and took the initiative to cover up his own light, as if he knew not to be too ostentatious.
If it weren't for the magic medicine, it might have become a spirit long ago.
So how should we cultivate the magic medicine to become a spirit?
Tu Shanjun didn't think any more and sent Shou He back casually, and then returned to the backyard of Yanjun Palace.
Even if the magic medicine is hidden, someone must guard it day and night. Now there are so many outsiders coming to the forbidden land. If someone steals the fruit of the magic medicine, there will be no way to make up for the regret.
…
Wanning County.
An unknown medical clinic.
The old man holding the lamp suddenly raised his head.
He frowned suddenly.
Calculating for a long time did not make him feel relieved.
There are great restrictions in the forbidden land of gods, and as the place where gods fell, it is even more obscure.
Every step involves paying a small price.
But he still didn't stop. There was a moment when he felt something strange, forcing him to take action. However, half of his body was integrated into the Great Restriction, but he didn't notice anything abnormal.
No.
It's not that there are no exceptions.
It was because he couldn't find where the abnormality was.
"Could it be that a demon broke in?"
The old man murmured softly.
"Since there is no abnormal movement in the world, then the only one that should have any abnormal movement is the capital city."
The old man didn't miss any place. He didn't think that just sitting here would be enough for peace. Maybe someone would use the darkness under the lamp to do something in the capital.
Between twisting.
The spiritual consciousness soars to Qingming.
The entire capital city came into view, and the old man saw at a glance that Xishan was unusual.
I don't know when an unknown formation embedded in the earth and sky appeared in Xishan.
This formation suppresses the formation's eyes with an unknown suppressor, drawing out the golden-red divine blood that is like a vast ocean in the ground.
"Whose handiwork is this?"
The old man wanted to watch again, but he had basically reached his limit.
The Forbidden Land imposes greater restrictions on monks with higher levels of cultivation, and the price they pay once they take action is unimaginable.
"Which greedy doll?"
The old man frowned and waved: "That's all, I bought a quota to come in. As long as it's not too much, I don't bother to say anything on behalf of Er Zong."
I'm thinking of giving it a try in a few days.
Let that boy from unknown origin stop being so unscrupulous.
It's better to give him the rest these days.
If someone is kicked out without any reason, he will be punished.
Dong Dong.
There was a sound on the door.
The old man said loudly: "It's time to close the library. If you want to grab some medicine, please come early tomorrow."
"This junior has to come here to get some medicine."
"oh?"
The old man didn't look surprised. Those who were sensible would come to greet him. Those who were ignorant or didn't know anything at all didn't mind coming. The old man didn't care about these little things.
But since they came to his door, he naturally couldn't turn them away.
The young man in white robe bowed his hands in salute.
White crown and white robe, elegant and handsome.
The person who came was carrying a sword case on his back, and his aura was pure and simple, like a person in a painting walking down the mountain.
"Tai Jing."
"I've met senior."
The elegant young man bowed.
"I'm determined."
The old man sighed. Although he didn't care about the rudeness of those juniors, polite juniors always make people feel comfortable. He couldn't help but asked with concern: "You came alone? The forbidden land of God is unusual. Although the opportunities are vast, they are not for you.
Such monks will have less improvement."
"Bring the junior sister out to see it."
"That's the one?"
The old man's eyes lit up: "Not bad, not bad, it's a good time, it's a good seedling!"
According to legend, that little kid is the reincarnation of the Sword Star in the sky, and is even recognized by the sect's divine sword. As long as he is properly cultivated, he will definitely become a great king. I didn't expect that he would have such a blessing after experiencing civil strife. After all, he was so skinny as a camel.
Even though he is bigger than Ma, he can still survive by relying on his foundation.
"That's why I shamelessly come to ask Peter for advice."
"Why."
"How can this be considered shameless? Your family and I are already connected. How can I, my uncle, ignore it?"
The old man waved his hand slightly, indicating that Tai Jing did not need to be so formal.
Taijing smiled and said that they were connected by the same spirit, but they were just relatives who didn't know how many years ago, whether it was ancient times or ancient times.
Now, the close and distant relationship in the past is no longer the same, and with the decline of the sect, he is lonely in his own lineage, so how can he gain any face from his seniors.
But he still came shamelessly.
The reason why I didn't take my junior sister with me was because I didn't want my junior sister to see my embarrassment in asking for help.
Seeing that the old man had indeed given a lot of advice in the ancient times, Taijing left a palm-sized bag in his hand before leaving.
After Tai Jing left, the disciple who was serving tea lowered his voice: "Master, why should I give him advice? How can I, Shangqing, be able to reach such a high place without settling down?"
The old man glanced at his disciples and said calmly: "How can you see people through the cracks in the door? It's also the ancestor's orthodoxy. Their luck is really low. I can only blame them for not taking the grand road and insisting on being mixed."
Technique', but that... Patriarch is not someone to be trifled with."
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In fact, the old man also knows.
Unlike other monks, the Patriarch who had reached that stage did not care about the rise and fall of these branches.
"Disciple knows his mistake."
The man serving the tea quickly lowered his head, but his eyes remained unconcerned.
This is his inherent pride as a supreme being.
"Guanpu."
The old man got up and walked to the backyard.
The elegant young man carrying a sword left the hospital and walked on the long street. There were no people walking on the street, only the watchman's flickering candlelight and the oppressive officials on night watch.
He was about to return to Yin Mansion when he suddenly saw a staggering beggar walking out of an alley. The ragged beggar raised his eyes like a vicious wolf.
Those eyes flashed with golden light, but if you look carefully, you will find that there is only a green light.
Then it should be the eyes that people have.
Taijing stood motionless.
He cupped his hands and said, "Where do fellow Taoists come from?"
The beggar held on to the wall indifferently and walked out along the alley step by step. When passing by Taijing, the beggar did not stop.
move on.
He looked like he was leaving the county.
Sure enough, after passing through Taijing, the beggar walked out along the city gate.
Tai Jing looked back.
I saw the beggar going to the west mountain.
"Weird beggar." Tai Jing shook his head slightly.
Looking for opportunities during this trip is a small matter, but protecting his junior sister is a big deal.
Even if the other party is a strange person, it is not easy to test him. If he falls into the opponent's trick of luring the tiger away from the mountain and allows the thief to succeed, he will not be able to explain to the sect even if he kneels to death in front of the sect.
Anyway, this is a forbidden land, and there are a lot of strange people and things.
Not to mention the God's Forbidden Land, it's the same outside, there are so many strange things that he can't control.
I no longer explore whether the strange destination is the East Mountain or the West Mountain.
The beggar walked out of Wanning County and headed straight to Xishan. He looked very weak, his face was pale, and his clothes were not enough to cover his body, but his steps were unusually steady and firm.
He can walk so fast that even ordinary warriors cannot reach it.
It was as if he was not walking, but floating.
A lonely ghost drifting into the distance.
The young man on the carriage on the official road noticed such a 'wild ghost' and looked at the female companion next to him in surprise: "He walks so fast."
The woman said cautiously: "Brother, please don't take it lightly. We are a major cultivator outside the world, and the protective aura is indestructible. However, under the suppression of the divine prohibition, the magic power dissipates as soon as it circulates. I am afraid that the strength of the body alone may not be as good as those warriors. You still have to be careful, be careful.
, be careful again.”
"Don't worry, junior sister, he's just a beggar who walks fast."
"Beggars should stay out of the way."
The man said coldly, raised his sword and was about to pick up the opponent.
However, the beggar seemed to be a real ghost and just walked past.
"Want to leave?!"
The beggar coughed heavily.
Boom.
The carriage exploded into pieces.
The disgraced man was about to get up and look for the long-lost beggar: "What a thief, how dare you smash my carriage!"
"Don't let me catch you."
…
early morning.
Boom!
A dull knock on the door resounded.
Zhao Sanha went to the gate angrily and asked: "Who is it?"
The people outside didn't answer but kept banging on the door.
Bang bang bang.
"Damn it, do you know whose front door this is!" Zhao San lost his temper and yelled angrily. He opened the door and saw the beggar at the door.
Seeing the door open, the beggar stepped inside. Zhao San became angry and wanted to stand up to stop him, but the beggar threw him down and gave him shit.
"you……"
Zhao San quickly shouted: "Someone broke into the building!"
After shouting loudly, the warriors from Qingyi Tower rushed over and surrounded the beggar.
Zhao Qingyi cupped his hands and said: "Brother, you are tyrannical. If there is any trouble, I, Zhao Qingyi, will definitely not ignore it, but you should not break into the Yanjun Temple."
The beggar walked inside without paying any attention.
"How brave!"
"Get him."
The Thirteen Taibao took action immediately.
In just an instant, all the thirteen Taibao fell out.
Zhao Qingyi stared at the beggar dumbfounded. Something seemed wrong with this man and he was not something he could deal with. He quickly called Shou He and the old immortal.
He felt that this person was probably one of those foreigners. If he was a local hero, he could not help but recognize him, not to mention that this person did not have the energy to fight.
Just when he was calling people, the beggar had already walked into Yanjun's hall.
Stop.
"Fellow Taoist, are you in the wrong place?"
An ethereal and somewhat hoarse voice sounded at the door.
The beggar finally made some move and turned back to look at the visitor.
"Who is Taoist friend?"
The beggar pointed to the temple clay sculpture in front of him without answering.
Tu Shanjun squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Do you mean, fellow Taoist, that you are him?"
The beggar nodded.
Weakly squeezed out one word: "Hungry!"
He approached the altar table without restraint, grabbed the pig's head and started to chew on it.
After one sip, Yan Jun's face, which was originally covered by the fresh air, suddenly changed.
Tushanjun looked at the clay sculpture in surprise.
This clay statue looks somewhat similar to a beggar.
Tu Shanjun was furious: "How dare you steal my throne!"