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Zhu Ding was in a coma for five days this time, and the frequent serious injuries made his already not very strong body almost full of holes, and the root of the poisoning when he was very young made his recovery particularly slow.

At that time, Zhu Tuyuan's wife still loved him very much, and raised him as a son who died for him.

It was a special feeling, and he didn't obey Zhu Ding's deployment, and the probability of appearing was completely elusive, but in that conversation, Zhu Ding's ability appeared for a moment, which was enough for him to confirm that his aunt was telling the truth.

At that time, the Shadow Serpent Guard may not have existed, and the future renegade leader had naturally not yet come to his home, and in the small living space of his childhood, he had not even seen a living person, so the cause of the poisoning became a mystery.

He woke up from the turtle shell cauldron, his whole body was hot and hot, and he subconsciously wanted to jump out of the heat that was about to cook him, but he couldn't control even a little finger.

There was a refreshing smell between his snorts, mixed with a little bitterness, from which he could distinguish more than a dozen medicines, but there were many more very unfamiliar smells, that is, the pot of soup that steamed his was not an exaggeration to call it a herb bath.

These medicines include elixirs that nourish health, and there are poisons that seal the throat with blood, all of which are rare and precious categories, and the effects of these nourishing or life-threatening drugs together are probably only known to those who have made the prescription.

But at least one point Zhu Ding can confirm that the effect of this medicine is extremely amazing.

He could clearly feel that a cool feeling that was clearly in contrast to the heat coming from his skin, wandering between his lungs and bones, and everywhere he passed, he could not help but have a feeling of comfort and relaxation, and the formulas and medicines that could produce this feeling must be extremely remarkable, I am afraid that those legendary so-called immortal medicines may not be able to achieve such an effect.

The most important thing is that the feeling of nightmar that had been with him since his first rebirth gradually became a little lighter with the light and cool air!

It's incredible!

Zhu Ding opened his smooth eyes, and for the first time felt that the world was so kind.

"Wang", the rhubarb who had been waiting in the stone room cheered, and trotted to the pot, wanting to lift his body and climb on the edge of the pot, but he was afraid that it would be too hot, so he was so anxious that he circled around the cauldron.

Seeing the appearance of rhubarb, Zhu Ding pursed his lips happily, not because of the rhubarb's funny, but because of the heartfelt joy of seeing that it was still alive and well, and did not bury itself in the crazy beasts.

A snow-white shadow burst out of Rhubarb's head, jumped into the air above the cauldron, and landed on Zhu Ding's shoulder, rubbing Zhu Ding's cheek with his furry little face without recognition.

Zhu Ding was stunned for a long time before he remembered the little fox he saved before he fainted, and wanted to reach out to comfort him a little, but he couldn't move a little.

"Woooooooooooo A rapid cry sounded, making Zhu Ding's eyes off the coquettish little fox on his shoulder, and returned to Rhubarb again, so Zhu Ding was surprised to find that this old dog who grew up with him seemed to be jealous?

"Squeak squeak!". The snow-white little fox seemed to be provoking the rhubarb, and rubbed harder.

Zhu Ding could only be speechless at these two guys.

"How wise the unicorn is, it can speak in a hundred days, and it can know good and evil in half a year, but look at what you have raised such a rare pure-blooded unicorn? It's a plaything with no intelligence! ”

An old voice sounded faintly at this time, and the tone seemed to be angry and sad, and the slow speed of speech made it obvious that the heaviness in this sentence could be heard.

Zhu Ding followed the prestige, only to find that there was a turtle in the cave, it was the old turtle who fought to the end outside the wall.

"You, you can also speak? No, I mean, you can also speak human language? You say rhubarb is a unicorn? No way, he grew up with me, he must have been born outside! ”

The old turtle turned his neck to the sky, stretched out his front paws and pointed at the rhubarb, and coughed twice before saying:

"I've lived for more than a thousand years, can I still mistake the unicorn? In ancient times, you humans spoke the same language as us, and the wise man can deduce your current way of speaking from your dreams, but you can't I? I'm just too lazy to say! ”

What the old turtle said in these words was very resentful.

Speaking of the Qilin, the dirty stray dog-like Qilin patriarch and his clan have not appeared since that day.

The body of the wise man had been hastily buried two days earlier, but the funeral was not hasty, and on that day all the ancient settlers went to the cave where their ancestors had been buried, to see off their beloved elders.

Zhu Ding led the rhubarb and the little nine-tailed fox that couldn't be driven away, to the tomb of the wise man, in the deepest part of this large cemetery, there was an inconspicuous new earthen bag, and the wise man slept quietly there.

As soon as he remembered that he didn't know what kind of pain it had suffered before he was gone, because of his mistakes, he felt that a boulder had fallen in his heart, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

Speaking of which, Zhu Ding and the wise man actually don't have much intersection, but there is an indescribable affinity in it, which makes people can't help but want to get close to him, but it is precisely this affinity that makes the current Zhu Ding extremely painful.

He is a man who dares to love and hate, and he will do whatever he wants, even if the whole world will stand on his opposite side; He made mistakes and tried his best to make up for them, even if it would cost him dearly.

Zhu Ding stood in front of the earthen bag belonging to the wise man, did not speak, just silently thought about his thoughts, silently told the greatest figure in history about his sadness and guilt, these negative emotions came so fiercely, that Zhu Ding felt that for a long time, he could no longer really laugh.

He was about to leave this place, which he had not lived long in, but which had been etched in his heart, and he had been banished by the old turtle because of his well-intentioned mistakes.

The reason why he is still able to visit the wise man here, and even if he is still alive, is because of the arrangement made by the wise man before he fell asleep, and the medicine in the cauldron came from his handwriting, and no one can compare with him in his understanding of plants; For an existence like Zhu Ding, no one can compete with it.

The old turtle didn't know why the wise man arranged it like this, he just heard the wise man casually say that with these medicines and some days of treatment, Zhu Ding could get rid of the troubles he had been having, although it could not completely solve the trouble, but it could buy him at least thirty years to find another way!

The old turtle didn't know what kind of shock its indignant narrative brought to Zhu Ding, and it didn't know what the so-called thirty years of struggle meant to Zhu Ding!

Counting the first twenty years of life, Zhu Ding, who has been an emperor nine times, counts this life, a full eleventh life, and his entire life span adds up to just one hundred years!

I've lived eleven lifetimes and never really grown up! It is impossible for those who have not experienced it to know what kind of pain it is!

Zhu Ding has always felt that he can be called a saint, because he did not kill according to Zhuge Liang's method to prolong his life, not that he can't, he hasn't experienced the kind of time when the lord is young and the minister is more stupid and loyal; As long as he wants, even if he is a traitor in the Manchu Dynasty, he can unite power in a very short time, and then start killing people.

He just didn't want to, didn't want his days that could have been happy and happy, soaked in the smell of blood.

The life he wants is actually very simple, just happy.

But now, in this valley that has been isolated from the world for thousands of years, in the midst of a group of madmen, under the will of a figure who has become an emperor and a saint in history, he may have an extra thirty years of life in this life, and no one who has not had such an experience of him can not imagine the impact of this incident on him.

Human beings are not a race known for their longevity, such as the old turtle, and even ordinary humans will be resentful because of their thirty-year lifespan, but Zhu Ding is not them, when he heard this possibility, he completely lost the ability to think, and he was so happy that he didn't know how to be happy; Then he thought of the original wise man who had written about this matter, and then his mood began to turn from ecstasy to gloom, and he became even more guilty.

Zhu Ding handed the three straw sticks that were still a little soft in his hand to Rhubarb, said a few words, and then continued to stare at the dirt bag in a daze, in a few days, when he finished the last pot of medicinal baths, he should leave this place, and may never be allowed to come back.

It didn't take much effort, Rhubarb had carefully pursed the three straw sticks that had begun to burn slowly with sparks, and returned to Zhu Ding's side, since that day, it was difficult for Rhubarb to leave Zhu Ding's square inch, even to go to the toilet.

Fortunately, Rhubarb is very smart, very obedient, and can feel the mood of the owner.

Zhu Ding knelt down, poked three straw sticks into the ground, chatted about three tribute incense, and then kowtowed three times on the ground, got up and left, and never looked back.

Zhu Ding left the cemetery and came to the pasture, where the mad beasts were kept in captivity, where they could live quietly, carefree and no longer need to think and anger until they died of old age.

They are fed a large number of neurotoxin-containing vines to their daily food, which are planted in a corner of the valley and can stop the brains of all living things and turn them into rice worms that only know how to eat, drink and sleep.

This pasture includes two-thirds or even more of the ethnic groups in the entire valley, and more than half of them are caused by their own mistakes, thinking of these, Zhu Ding's heart hurts again, the tribes that the wise man has worked hard to guard for thousands of years will be extinct because of his own mistakes, but he is powerless to compensate.

Zhu Ding followed a path into the pasture, and several normal orcs who were disposing of excrement saw his arrival, and glanced in this direction fiercely, ignored it, hastily disposed of their work, and left, as if staying with him for even a moment would be an intolerable insult.

Their relatives went berserk because of Zhu Ding, their children died in chaos because of Zhu Ding, and they had enough reason to hate Zhu Ding.

Zhu Ding really wants to say to them, there are many people who hate me, how old are you?

But he can't do it, it's his fault, and since he can't make up for it, he can only endure it.

As he went deeper, he saw the beast that had almost trampled him into mud that day, resting in a puddle of mud, its eyes dirty, and a swarm of flies crawling in and out of its mouth, but it didn't know it.

Then there were the little beasts whose legs and feet he had severed, and the birds that could no longer soar, all of these beasts that had once been divine or proud, had been like walking corpses, unconsciously waiting for death to come.

"Wang, Wang!" Rhubarb, who has been following Zhu Ding to the left of Zhu Ding, didn't know what he smelled, and began to bark a few times in one direction with some expectation, and then wagged his tail and looked at Zhu Ding, then looked in that direction, and then looked at Zhu Ding, and so on.

Zhu Ding followed Rhubarb to a place that was no different from an ordinary rock wall, and then saw Rhubarb as if it had melted into the air, and walked into that invisible space with the naked eye, so he remembered the magical formation that the wise man had said about covering his vision with a few stones.

He glanced around, until Rhubarb saw that he had not entered for a long time, and turned back to look for him, and saw a clue - several stones, large and small, distributed around it in a seemingly chaotic but actually mysterious direction.

When Zhu Ding finally entered the place, he saw more than a dozen unicorns that had disappeared and heard an ordinary greeting, but such a familiar and unfamiliar word made him burst into tears.

The voice was still so calm and calm, although the tone became a little sharp, but the kind tone was still as close as ever.

It said, "Here you are, my child." ”

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