In the mountains and forests in October, the temperature is still a little low. An old figure in tattered clothes, carrying a basket on his back and wearing a straw hat shuttled quickly through the forest.

His skills are unusually flexible, and when he encounters the ground with tendons, he can swing out of the tree by pulling the rattans on the trees, like a wild monkey.

After a fierce gallop, as if he had discovered something, he suddenly stopped, looked up at the sky, and it was only in the afternoon that the sky had darkened, there was no sun, and the clouds were so thick that they could crush people.

It seemed like it was about to rain, so he wiped the dew from his cheeks with his ragged sleeves and continued on his way.

There was no road in the mountains and forests, but the beasts that came and went walked a lot, and there was a sheep's intestine path. He didn't follow this, but took a different path, turning to the towering mountain beside him.

This mountain can only look up, showing a slope of 80 degrees, unusually steep, there is no professional mountaineering tools, ordinary people do not want to climb to the top.

I saw the old figure take off the straw hat and the back basket, spit on the palm of his hand, and then climbed up with his bare hands.

From a distance, he looks like a gecko on a rock wall, looking dangerous, but he can't fall off.

It's been a long time, so long that the rain crackles and falls, and the world is vast, and I can't see anything clearly.

It wasn't until much later that his figure was seen running down from above. Yes, he did not climb or lie down, but ran down the slope of the 80-degree hill with such a fast pace that people thought he wanted to crash to death.

However, just as he was about to reach the ground, he lifted his breath and flipped over a big heel, standing firmly on the ground, splashing muddy water on the ground.

I saw that he was very different from just now, before climbing up, he could still see a little old state, and after coming down, his back was actually a lot straighter, and he looked a lot younger.

He seemed to be meditating on something, just standing there motionless, letting the rain pour mercilessly on him.

If anyone passes by here, they will definitely see a faint white smoke coming out of his body, giving him a steaming feeling.

However, the vision only lasted five seconds before it ended.

The old man opened his eyes suddenly, and suddenly struck at a tree trunk beside him, which was as thick as a bowl, but it was broken like a withering and decaying.

The old figure looked at his powerful palm, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh.

"Hahaha...... After ten years of hard work, the hard work finally paid off......, and I finally did it!

Perhaps it was a joy and sorrow, but a particularly loud thunderbolt grazed his scalp above his head, and his hair, which was already very long, stood on end with electricity, but it looked like a burnt hedgehog.

He was extremely angry, his right hand was raised high, but he wanted to scold Tianchang, his mouth opened, and a bad omen swayed from his heart, making him hurriedly withdraw his hand, and jump away from the place in a flash.

Between the lightning and flint, the place where he used to be flashed white, but there was a lightning bolt there.

If he had been standing there just now, he would have been charred by now.

As if he understood that his situation was not good, he picked up the basket and straw hat on the ground and hurried into the jungle.

Along the way, he didn't know how many lightning and thunder he was chased, until he ran into a deep cave, and finally cut off this terrifying thunder.

"Strange? Isn't it just eating a second-order spirit fruit?

The old figure sat in the corner, thinking about what he had done wrong, and he was so damned.

"Huh......? What I just ate wasn't a second-order spirit fruit, but a first-order?"

Next, he quickly shook his head and retorted: "Impossible, I must be delusional, in this world." The third-order elixir has been extinct, even the second-order one, the old man has never seen it for so long, let alone the first-order one. ”

"But...... According to the records in ancient medical books, only the first-order elixir has the ability to communicate the thunder and lightning of heaven and earth, and only those who are destined to take it. ”

The old figure sat on a stone and pondered for a long time, but unfortunately, he couldn't spit out what he had eaten, otherwise, he could wait for the study to understand before taking it.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world, he has already eaten it, and he doesn't know how long this thunderstorm will last, and he can't stay here and hide for a lifetime, otherwise, it is better to live than to die.

Listening to the sound of the rain outside, he walked to the entrance of the cave without believing it, and before he could take a step, a bolt of lightning struck down and forced him back again.

"Well, it's over, old man, I'll have to die in this hole. ”

He leaned against the wall and sat down a little uneasy, and the scenes of the past came to mind, and he couldn't help sighing, "I don't know how my flowers are doing......?

"At the beginning...... Leaving like this, I don't know if the child is sad or not. ”

"No, I can't sit still. ”

The old man stared at his back basket with burning eyes, and there were still medicinal herbs that he had worked so hard to pick all over the wilderness and forests.

Although they are just ordinary herbs, they do not have the function of defying the heavens. However, as long as it is used well, it is not useless.

He is now in a state of lack of replenishment, and he is washed away by that level of elixir. As long as the effect of the medicine is leaked a little, can it weaken the effect of the anti-heaven medicine?

Of course, he won't waste the leaked medicine, and when the effect of the medicine is at its strongest, maybe more people can benefit.

As soon as he thought of it, he took out all the herbs and began to fiddle with them, some needed to be grinded, some needed to be dried, and some needed to be steamed.

In short, the procedures are cumbersome, how can it be done in such a simple place?

Fortunately, in order to wait until this level of spiritual fruit matures, he has been living in this cave for more than half a year, and he has everything he needs, and he will not be overstretched.

After all, he is used to it, and he also knows the properties of medicine, so he quickly prepared the adjuvants.

At this time, the thunderstorm outside is still falling non-stop, and there is no tendency to stop.

Taking out a dagger, he baked it in the fire, then cut it by pointing the tip at his wrist.

After a sharp pain, the red liquid spurted out, and he used a small clean bamboo tube to collect it without dropping.

It wasn't until he was a little dizzy that he pressed the wound to prevent his blood from spilling a drop.

Strange to say, when he felt very weak, the thunderstorm outside soon stopped, and a ray of sunlight shone into the cave, revealing a good time when the rain had passed and the sky was clear.

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