Chapter 20: The Road Ahead is Broken

Lao Dao was uncomfortable by Yi Qiu's strange gaze, and suddenly felt his gaffe, paused a little embarrassed, and said seriously: "Your master is a little worried about your body, so please let me take care of you." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

Although Lao Dao said this, Yi Qiu's strange gaze still did not disappear, as if he didn't believe what he said at all.

Yi Qiu's appearance made Lao Dao suddenly feel that his dignity had been greatly hurt, and the stimulated Lao Dao said arrogantly: "Boy, what kind of eyes are you?" Old man, I am the strongest alchemist of Phoenix Immortal, and I can be taken care of by the old man himself, but it is a blessing that you have cultivated in several lifetimes. ā€

When Yi Qiu heard this, he swept away his previous skeptical attitude, his eyes suddenly seemed to be flashing with light, and he said with a look of admiration: "Alchemist? Is it possible to refine the kind of elixir that makes people immortal after eating? ā€

Lao Dao half-squinted, slowly stroked his beard, and enjoyed Yi Qiu's adoring gaze very much, and said unhurriedly: "Immortality is not a problem, and it is not a problem to prolong life for a hundred years." ā€

"What, it's not good to live forever, it's really useless." Yi Qiu said with a disappointed expression.

Yi Qiu's words immediately made the old Taoist angry and angry, originally Yi Qiu's adoring look made the old Taoist think he was not bad, but now, Yi Qiu is a muddy boy in the eyes of the old Tao.

"What? Stinky boy, people who ask me for Dan can be lined up from here to Beiming, and if you want to live forever without cultivating, you think so well. Lao Dao said with a dark face.

"Who said I didn't want to cultivate, but grandpa didn't help me open the spiritual root, how can I cultivate?" Yi Qiu said aggrievedly.

When the old Taoist heard this, he suddenly came to his senses, and couldn't help asking, "Oh? So who is your grandfather? ā€

"My grandfather? Why should I tell you? Yi Qiu turned his face and said reluctantly.

"If you tell me, then I'll help you heal your body."

"What do you say, my health is very good, why do I want you to heal me." Yi Qiu said disapprerovingly.

"It seems that you don't know anything about your current physical condition." Lao Dao sat down, made a cup of tea for himself, and then said: "That day, when you were sent by Xuande, you were seriously injured and dying, although the old man barely saved your life, but the meridians in your body were completely destroyed, and you can no longer cultivate. ā€

"What! How can it be? You are talking nonsense! Yi Qiu couldn't help but yell.

Lao Dao didn't answer, he gently put down the teacup, stretched out his fingers, and suddenly the surrounding aura surged, converging into a small ball of light at Lao Dao's fingertips. Then, Lao Dao snapped his fingers at Yi Qiu, and in an instant, the ball of light sank into Yi Qiu's body.

"What are you doing!" Yi Qiu jumped up, nervously touched his body, and after confirming that his body was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief.

And in the next moment, countless points of light slowly floated out of Yi Qiu's body and scattered in the void.

"This is..."

"Even if you are just a mortal, that spiritual power will be absorbed by his body, but your body can no longer contain a trace of spiritual power." Lao Dao took a sip of tea and said lightly.

"How is that possible? Why is this happening? Yi Qiu looked at his trembling hands, his face panicked.

Unable to cultivate, this means that Yi Qiu is destined to be a mortal in this life, and the dream of becoming a king has come to naught at this moment. Yi Qiu couldn't accept this fact, he didn't even know why he was like this.

"You just said you could heal me?" After calming down a little, Yi Qiu asked.

From now on, he couldn't cultivate, although Yi Qiu couldn't accept this matter for a while, but he also found from the old words that he still had the possibility of healing, and his dream was not broken.

"Naturally, old man, I have always been a good man, just tell me who your grandfather is." Lao Dao replied.

"Can it be cured now?" Yi Qiu was a little suspicious and asked further.

When the old man heard this, he took a deep look at Yi Qiu, and then said with a smile: "Hun boy doesn't believe me so much, but it is true that although the old man can be cured, there are a few excipients in the radical cure that are not in the hands of the old man, if you agree, the old man will immediately send someone to search." ā€

"No, besides, I didn't plan to promise you, this little injury is just a piece of cake for my grandfather, grandpa is the clan doctor in the village, and his medical skills are the most powerful." Yi Qiu raised his little face and said confidently, as if he didn't take his injury seriously at all.

Lao Dao didn't speak, he looked at Yi Qiu quietly, and the hand holding the tea cup couldn't help but slightly an index finger, but quickly retracted it and sighed softly.

"Since you've decided, the old man won't say much." After that, Lao Dao stood up, took out an object from his arms and threw it to Yi Qiu, and said, "If you change your mind, give this thing to the guards inside the door, and they will bring you to see me." ā€

Just as Lao Dao was walking away, he suddenly stopped, turned around and said, "By the way, one last piece of advice for you, don't provoke those monkeys, you are not their opponent." ā€

"What, how could I, Yi Qiu, not be the opponent of those dead monkeys, stinky old man, who actually underestimated me." Yi Qiu clenched his fists and said unwillingly.

However, those dead monkeys are really powerful, and we will have to plan our tactics well next time.

"Uncle Shi, how is the child?" Xuande, who had been guarding the main hall of the White Dou Palace, immediately stepped forward and asked when he saw Lao Dao coming back.

As if he hadn't seen him at all, Lao Dao walked straight in front of Xuande, but he immediately stopped, turned around, and said with a serious expression: "Xuande, let me ask you again, who handed over that child to you?" ā€

"What did Uncle Shi find in that child?" Xuande hadn't seen Lao Dao so serious for a long time, so he couldn't help but be stunned, and then responded.

"That kid, he can't die for the time being."

"Really, great, sure enough, I didn't find the wrong person, or the master has a way." When Xuande heard this, he was immediately overjoyed, and a stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

"Hmph, it's none of me." Lao Dao flicked his sleeve robe and said coldly.

"What, it's not you, uncle, that's?"

"That little ghost has a set of exercises in his body, even if the poison of the ghost heaven demon vine invades the heart, that exercise can still keep that little ghost immortal, this is a method I have never seen, even if it is close in front of me, I still can't see through it, this kind of handwriting is by no means left by idle people." The old way is the right way.

"Uncle Shi, please forgive me for not being able to tell my friend, but my nephew promises that he will never do anything harmful to Phoenix Immortal." Xuande said sincerely.

Seeing Xuande's appearance, Lao Dao sighed, waved his hand and said, "That's it, I won't just ask about this matter, but you have to know that the sect has been in a chaotic period recently, and I don't want you to involve the sect in any big cause and effect." ā€

"Don't worry, uncle, this is naturally known to my nephew." Xuande agreed.