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Since the first meeting, Qin Hao had never seen the old man with such a serious expression. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info However, he did not intend to write down this sentence.

There are only two people close to you, if you don't trust them, who can you trust?

The old man seemed to realize this, and did not pursue it much, but said calmly, "You come with me." ”

Perhaps for the first time in hundreds of years, he stood up tremblingly with his knees, turned and walked towards the depths of the rows of wooden shelves, carrying along the way, bringing the blood lingzhi and some precious medicinal herbs on the shelves.

Qin Hao followed behind him unhurriedly, carefully observing the medicinal materials that were taken by the old man. Among them, the most precious two are blood Ganoderma lucidum, and a Bodhi fruit, which is worth two high-grade Yuan spirit stones, both of which are medicinal properties for healing and warming the meridians.

When he walked to the north position, in front of the empty stone wall, the old man's fingertips were dotted, and the void suddenly rippled, and dense golden charms swirled and entangled, forming a vortex portal, and I don't know where it leads.

Seeing the old man take a step and the whole person disappeared into the wall, Qin Hao stared at the swirling golden veins, couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and masturbated in his heart, "It should be fine...... and he stepped out and disappeared into the stone wall.

The body only felt like smoke for a moment, and then there was a sense of grounding again. In front of me is a dark and narrow staircase corridor, the walls of which are made of black rocks, which looks eerie.

Following the footsteps of the old man, Qin Hao climbed down the stairs little by little. Although he was apprehensive in his heart, he did not dare to speak in vain, and when he estimated that he had gone down to the ninth floor, the old man finally stopped in front of a stone gate.

"Give me a drop of your blood. The old man turned around and said solemnly to Qin Hao.

A drop of blood? Although Qin Hao was at a loss, he quickly bit his fingertips, and let Yin's red blood stay along his fingertips.

Now his life is in the hands of the old man. If the other party wants to harm him, he doesn't need to make so many moths, so he chooses to trust the old man with full authority, but asks anything.

The old man waved his palm lightly, and a drop of blood suddenly separated from Qin Hao's fingertips and fell into the keyhole in the center of the stone door. With the blood watering, Shimen suddenly bloomed with scarlet blood light, enveloping the two of them in light.

By the time the light dimmed, the stone door was gone, leaving an empty room and a huge coffin hanging in the center of the room.

The coffin is about ten zhang long, the whole body is poured with bronze and is blue-purple, some of which peel off layers of patina, and there are nine arm-thick iron chains hanging on it, and the iron chains are salivated by the nine strange beasts on the top of the firmament, the scene is magnificent and atmospheric, revealing so weird.

What's even more strange is that directly below the coffin, there is a one-foot-square pool, which is not a stream of water, but a drop of black-red blood drip every few breaths along the bottom of the coffin.

For some reason, when Qin Hao saw that pool of dark red, his heart was deeply attracted by it.

It seems to be a thousand turns in fate, something that has been forgotten but is extremely familiar, which makes Qin Hao have incomparably nostalgic longing, and excited to tremble.

Qin Hao's eyes were extremely hot, and he even reddened his eyes, staring at the pool of black and red liquid. He was sure that he must have seen such a thing, and was very familiar with it, but he could not find anything in his memory anyway.

Seeing him so entangled, the old man smiled and said earnestly, "There are some things that are rooted in the past and belong to the future, but they cannot come to the present. You don't have to be too sad, when the day comes, everything will be known. ”

The sound of the vicissitudes of life seemed to give Qin Hao a slap in the face, making him stop in endless reverie. When he came back to his senses, he was surprised by the miracle of the blood in the pool, just by looking at it, he could make himself have such a big reaction, which showed that it was not an ordinary thing.

But...... Why do you feel sad in your heart?

Qin Hao touched the tears that were already hanging on his cheeks, and thought suspiciously. Is it really as the old man said, that he once knew the owner of the blood?

But soon, Qin Hao dispelled this thought. "How is it possible, I am just a down-and-out young master in the palace, and the people I know can count it on one hand, how can I have a relationship with this blood......"

Just when he was thinking wildly, the old man's sleeves waved, a golden light flashed, and the three-legged and two-eared Xiaoding was suspended in the air out of thin air, with complicated lines on it, and the writing was dense, just looking at it, it made people have the urge to vomit blood with dizziness.

The lid of the tripod is opened, and some spiritual objects such as blood lingzhi fly into it by themselves, and the dark red liquid in the blood pool turns into a blood line, which is slowly poured into the small ding, and after a while, the light in the ding is overflowing, and the incense of the medicine comes out, and the spiritual mist is diffused and the Taoist inscription is entangled, as if the magic medicine was born.

The medicine tripod was refined for more than an hour, and the boiling liquid inside it condensed into a black viscous medicinal liquid, and as the old man stretched out his hand, it was injected into a jade bottle the size of a thumb.

When he started it, the jade bottle still had residual warmth, and after sniffing lightly, Qin Hao suddenly felt refreshed, and the pain in his arm seemed to have been reduced a little.

"What kind of elixir is this?" Qin Hao looked at the jade bottle, and while he was delighted, he asked cautiously.

"Elixir, I think it's better to say it's poison. The old man glanced at the jade bottle, and there was a slight irony in his words, "But for you, this is indeed the best elixir." Drink it quickly to avoid losing its efficacy. ”

Poison?Qin Hao frowned, unable to figure out the meaning of the old man's words. But all medicines that contain toxins have a fishy smell or a bitter smell, and how can it be said that it is a poison if there is such a pure medicinal fragrance in the jade bottle?

With doubts, Qin Hao sat cross-legged, conditioned the meridians of his body, and then tilted his head to swallow the warm medicinal liquid, preparing to use his spiritual power to refine it. But the moment the liquid medicine entered his abdomen, Qin Hao was stunned......

The medicinal liquid did not turn into medicinal power to warm the bone meridians as he imagined, but seemed to be alive, and all the bones of the limbs penetrated into the meridians, but whenever the meridians touched these strange black liquids, they suddenly melted away like ice and snow, losing the spiritual power stored in the meridians, and they were also raging in the body.

Qin Hao's complexion changed drastically, and he wanted to turn his spiritual power and force out these strange black liquids as much as possible. But it was already too late, in just a few breaths, most of the meridians in the body melted, and the spiritual power that flowed and raged in the body was absorbed by the heart, turned into a steady stream of spiritual power, and integrated into the blood.

After another half hour or so, Qin Hao rubbed his sore legs and stood up from the ground. He looked at the old man's gaze, full of complexity, incomprehension, and some inexplicable emotions.

The strange blood melted all the meridians in his body, and poured all the spiritual power into the blood. This also means that in the future, except for the Shura Prajna Gong, Qin Hao will no longer be able to practice any exercises.

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