"So immediate?"

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.
To be continued...