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It's a pity that after the death of a saint hundreds of years ago, this magical people suddenly lost their inherited medical skills without warning, and without special fertilizer, Hongxinwan gradually became extinct.

The medicine tribe that lost its ability to protect soon became the object of competition among other ethnic groups, and after being violated, it assimilated with the people of other ethnic groups, and from then on, there was no medicine clan in this world.

The legendary tribe that was once glorious has dissipated into the rolling river of history.

"Hey, Master, look, this spirit grass has long been extinct, and it's useless at all!" Seeing the final result, Yang Xiaoding closed the book with some disappointment.

"It's extinct now, but it still existed a thousand years ago." Qingshan Daoist said a sentence meaningfully.

"What do you mean, Master?"

Yang Xiaoding was inexplicable when he heard it, even if there was really this nation, it was already extinct, could it still reappear?

"Think about it from another angle, didn't you say just now, that magic weapon mirror can travel through time and space, if you can use it to go back to the heyday of the medicine clan thousands of years ago, it won't be a big problem to ask for an elixir."

That's right, how did I forget this stubble, Qingshan Daoren's words were simply a word to wake up the person in the dream, and led Yang Xiaoding to the key point of the problem.

At this moment, Yang Xiaoding couldn't help but sigh, sure enough, Jiang is still old and spicy!

"Then Master, will I go now?" Yang Xiaoding asked.

"Don't worry, after all, it's back to the troubled times, although the people of the Medicine Clan are kind and won't harm you, but the people of other clans don't have so many worries."

"If you are besieged, it will be miserable, as a teacher, I will teach you some methods of self-defense and escape, and after you pass, you will have a way to save your life."

So in the next two days, Yang Xiaoding followed the Qingshan Taoist to learn a few Taoist formulas, and two moves used to fight with people, although he didn't learn much, but he was proficient.

After repeated practice, until everything is completely familiar to the heart, Qingshan Dao is satisfied and says that it is okay.

Before leaving, Yang Xiaoding didn't forget to make a phone call to Mo Wenya, saying that she had something to go out for a while, and told her to take care of herself, act carefully, and take precautions against Mo Wenqing's mother and son.

Only then did he pack up a change of clothes and many necessary things, and went to say goodbye to the master, and when he left, the Qingshan Taoist took out a small bag and handed it to him.

Yang Xiaoding opened it and saw that there was a thick stack of rune paper inside, driving away evil spirits, guiding thunder, protecting the body, everything.

Yang Xiaoding was completely speechless: "Eh, Master, you are absolutely true love for me, with these runes, I can almost walk sideways in the underworld, is this because my ability is too small or I am afraid that I will die too soon!" ”

"What nonsense, doesn't Master love you!"

Hey, this kid dares not to appreciate it, he forgot to maintain a sense of crisis after staying in the gentle township for a long time, what strange things are out there, in case he falls into some trap for a moment of carelessness, he can't cry.

In addition to the rune paper, Qingshan Daoren also took out a knife.

This knife is about two feet wide, and it can reflect a dazzling red light in the sun, and the knife surface is engraved with delicate and cumbersome patterns, which spread to the entire knife body like blood vessels.

At first glance, it is not an ordinary product, and it must also be a weapon made by a famous artist.

Holding the knife in his hand, Yang Xiaoding felt that there was a penetrating coldness on the knife that spread to his heart along his arm, the cold was biting, as if he was in an ice cellar, and hurriedly asked his old Taoist what was going on.

Then Qingshan Daoist introduced him to the origin and use of this knife.

This knife is called to cut it all, according to legend, it was made by a Taoist predecessor who was good at refining weapons thousands of years ago, followed him to travel around the world, and also encountered countless evil things, because the knife body is engraved with a spell to drive away evil spirits, so those demons and monsters will be killed when they encounter this knife, which is the meaning of cutting off.

After the death of the senior, he passed the knife to his apprentice, who in turn passed it on to his apprentice, and so it was passed down from generation to generation until it fell into the hands of the Qingshan Taoist people by chance.

For thousands of years, this knife has not known how many demons it has killed, how much blood it has been soaked in, and gradually it has become addicted to bloodlust and demons.

Although it is still very effective against demons, the blood light left on the knife will affect the mind of the person who uses it, and if the mind is not firm, it will be invaded by evil qi and become a monster that only knows how to kill.

Qingshan Daoist told Yang Xiaoding that when he used the knife, he must not have any evil thoughts, so as not to be affected by it, as for why he would give him such a weapon, first, it is really powerful for self-defense, and secondly, because there is a spirit grass in the medicine clan that can eliminate the blood light on the knife.

Qingshan Daoist people hope that after it has experienced the baptism of aura, it can be reborn and become a holy relic of Taoism again.

Yang Xiaoding nodded in agreement, tied the knife to his waist, and said goodbye to the Qingshan Daoist again, before he summoned the Water Moon Mirror, cast a spell and chanted a spell, and shouted three times towards the mirror, Medicine Clan Holy Land, Medicine Clan Holy Land, Medicine Clan Holy Land.

Dazzling white light burst out from the mirror, surrounding Yang Xiaoding, and disappeared into the courtyard in an instant.

Although it's not the first time I've entered the portal of the mirror, the feeling is different every time, and going to the anime world is just a blink of an eye, like a dream, and it comes and goes quickly.

As for the feeling now, there is darkness in front of me, and the body seems to be floating in the air, without a fulcrum to rely on, just like duckweed in a small river, completely unable to control its own destiny, and can only go with the flow.

I can't feel the passage of time in this space, so Yang Xiaoding doesn't know when he arrived, anyway, there is finally a light in front of him.

Yang Xiaoding also imagined what kind of scene it would be like here before he came, because the scene described in the book was too beautiful, like a paradise.

So in his mind, he sees a bustling small village surrounded by exotic flowers and plants, villagers in traditional costumes busy in the fields, and maybe even meet a pure and beautiful peasant girl.

But the scene in front of him made his jaw drop in shock, and for a full minute, his brain was in a state of confusion.

Finally relieving himself, Yang Xiaoding looked at the water moon mirror floating in mid-air with a questioning expression, and couldn't help but burst into foul language.

"Hey, little mirror, are you sure you're not going the wrong way? What the hell is this place! ”

Mirror System Hint: Residency of the Medicine Family.