As he spoke, Dongfang Qingming, that is, the black-clothed old servant raised his hands in front of him flatly, and bowed respectfully to Yang Tianhong. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Tianhong just wanted to speak out to dissuade him, but he felt a faint vibration on the ground.

That's a very noticeable tremor. Except for Dongfang Peng's master and servant, everyone who was resting in the woods stood up, picked up their weapons one after another, and looked towards the main road in the southeast direction.

On the horizon, a cloud of smoke and dust floated.

In about half a column of incense, the dusty area has expanded dramatically. A dozen fast horses rushed out from the depths of the dust, followed by almost the same number of riders. These men were dressed in pale blue clothes, and their horses were tall and muscular, and the oily and smooth fur could be seen from a long distance.

At the forefront was a middle-aged man with a solemn expression. The man was so skilled at riding that the horses began to slow down more than three hundred meters from the woods, and by the time they got closer, there was no dust around them. The large group of riders who followed them also turned over and dismounted in about the same position. The middle-aged man threw the reins to the entourage next to him, and walked briskly towards Dongfang Peng, who was sitting under the shade of the tree. ”

This person released a faint aura of spiritual energy, and it was obvious that he was also a monk. This aura has obviously been suppressed, and under normal circumstances, if you don't use something like a "concealment talisman", you can only have a similar effect if you cultivate above the foundation.

He looked to be about thirty years old. But Yang Tianhong knew that judging the true age of a monk from his appearance was actually a very stupid approach. It's like being in another world, in the Di Bar and the night club, facing those women with heavy makeup, in a bright environment. You can't tell if the other person is a sixty-year-old woman or a sixteen-year-old girl?

Looking at the middle-aged man who knelt down in front of him and saluted with his fists, Dongfang Peng smiled at Yang Tianhong and said, "This is my youngest son Dongfang Xiao, who ranks eighth in the family. ”

Saying that, Dongfang Peng introduced to Dongfang Xiao: "This is a friend who met by chance on the road for her husband. The son of the hussar general of the imperial court, Yang Tianhong. ”

"I've seen Yang Gongzi. ”

Dongfang Xiao arched his hand at Yang Tianhong, and his gaze returned to his father again. He took out a jade box with exquisite workmanship from the leather bag he carried, presented it to Dongfang Peng with both hands, and said respectfully: "Father, you have been in a hurry along the way, the third brother and the fifth brother have been running back and forth in Wei and Yan respectively, and they have found the two flavors of purple beard ginseng and silver hoof deer antler velvet. It's just that the medicinal herbs are valuable, and the quantity is too small. Only six ginseng blood sustaining pills have been refined, and they are all here. ”

Dongfang Xiao's face was covered with dust, and his cheeks and forehead were covered with sweat. His mouth was dry, and his steps were a little shaky, and he must have been galloping on his horse for a long time.

Not every monk has the ability to move quickly with the help of Taoism. That requires a special magic weapon, such as a flying sword, or a spirit treasure with the ability to shrink the earth. Even if a flying sword is obtained by chance, there are still many monks who cannot control it. Instead of standing on the sword body and riding the wind, the speed is not as good as a mortal horse.

This is no exaggeration. In the cultivation world. Every monk has access to elixirs, but not every monk has access to a magic weapon that moves at high speed. Even some powerful primordial old monsters may not be able to come up with anything similar.

Hearing the words "Ginseng Blood Continuation Life Pill", Yang Tianhong's eyelids couldn't help jumping slightly, and his gaze swept towards the jade box in Dongfang Xiao's hand.

Both purple ginseng and silver-hoofed deer are rare. These two things are the mutant varieties of ginseng and sika deer, respectively. Strictly speaking. The effect of purple ginseng is no different from that of ordinary ginseng, and the meat taste of silver hoof deer is no different from that of sika deer. However, by mixing the two things and refining them in a special way, you can get an elixir called "Baohe Dan" in the "Linglong Secret Record".

This is the name of ancient times. Right now. Baohe Dan already has a new name, which is "Ginseng Blood Life Continuation Pill".

Dongfang Peng's body is highly poisonous. This point, when eating in the market restaurant, Yang Tianhong vaguely guessed. Now, seeing the jade box in Dongfang Xiao's hand also confirmed his judgment.

It is recorded in the "Linglong Secret Record": The blood sustaining pill is an elixir that restrains the poisons in the world.

There are no absolutes in anything. What's more, in the annotation of the entry of the Blood Continuation Pill, the word "Tianxia" is clearly written in the "Linglong Secret Record".

This world is not isolated.

There is heaven above, there is earth below, and from time to time there are rifts that connect other worlds. Something like a meteorite is definitely not a product of the Earth. In short, although the word "under heaven" covers a wide range of meanings, it does not include a few strange species from another world.

"Alas, I've already said it, don't bother looking for purple ginseng and silver hoof. ”

Dongfang Peng smiled indifferently, took the jade box with his left hand, took his son's hand with his right hand, let Dongfang Xiao sit down beside him, patted his son's shoulder with emotion, and said gently: "For the father's body, no one knows better than me." The Blood Continuation Pill is of little use to me, at most it is just a matter of lingering and delaying for a little time. My father's trip to the Hessian Mountains this time was just a little bit of a chance to try his luck. The spiritual grass in this world is only available in inaccessible places, and if it can be illuminated to remove the poison in the father's body, it is the blood of my Oriental clan that the heavens will not end. If not, you can only honestly accept the arrangement of fate. ”

Dongfang Xiao's expression was gloomy, and his eyes gradually showed bright red bloodshots. He clenched his fists hard, gritted his teeth fiercely, and shook his head constantly: "No, father, don't think so." There is no endless road. Poisons have always been mutually reinforcing. Big brother, they are looking for doctors and medicines in various countries in the world, and your old man will definitely be fine. ”

No one knows his son's temper better than Dongfang Peng. He smiled slightly, didn't say a word, opened the jade box, reached out and picked up a ginseng blood life-sustaining pill, put it in his mouth and swallowed it.

Although this medicine is useless, it is the son's heart.

Dongfang Qingming, the black-clothed old servant standing next to him, lowered his head and drooped, his eyes no longer had the previous shrewdness, and his face was full of miserable expressions.

Looking at Dongfang Xiao holding the jade box with a resolute expression, Yang Tianhong's heart couldn't help but move slightly.

It's rare to see this kind of expression in middle-aged people in their thirties. One is a father who knows his fate soon, and the other is a son who has to find a doctor for medicine after a lot of hardship. Putting aside the background of glory and wealth, they are actually two people who depend on each other.

Dongfang Xiao is luckier than himself. At least, his father is still alive. And I'm ...... I haven't seen my father's appearance since I was born. It's not like another world. There were no cameras and no electronic footage. Even, the portrait of the hussar general Yang Jing did not leave a single one.

In this world, people die every minute, and there are always many people born at the same time. Whether life or death, in fact, it is a basic principle that everyone must follow.

Yang Tianhong didn't want to meddle in things. He didn't know Dongfang Peng. I've never heard of this name before. If it weren't for the black-clothed old servant Dongfang Qingming who came over to buy wine from Yang Yuan, the Yang family's personal guard, Yang Tianhong would not be interested in occasionally, and took out a jar of grape wine to drink with Dongfang Peng, the old man in Chinese clothes. Even in another world, strangers on the same train and plane will talk to each other to pass the time. It's just a very ordinary intersection, and the passengers sitting together may become friends, or they may never have any contact again.

looked at Dongfang Xiao, whose eyes were already bloodshot. Yang Tianhong couldn't help but think of himself.

Many years ago, when the outer courtyard of the Yang Mansion was still controlled by Yang Liansheng and his son, how much he hoped that a strong man would fall from the sky, beat away the Yang family father and son with three punches and two feet, and return everything he had lost to himself.

I don't want money, I don't want treasures, I don't even want exquisite treasure locks, and I don't want to be a high-profile outsider. An important minister of the imperial court.

My wish is actually quite simple.

I miss my dad and I miss my mom.

As long as they hold me. In that soft and warm embrace, it is the most comfortable comfort nest in the world.

A home, without any one of its family members, will become dilapidated and make people feel that something is missing. No amount of gold or silver treasure can only occupy the space in the house. They are enviable wealth though. Holding it in your hand will only make you feel cold to the bone marrow.

The terrible taste of losing a loved one, Yang Tianhong has tried it himself. He didn't want to think about it in his mind anymore, and the eyes that looked at Dongfang Peng and Dongfang Xiao's father and son gradually became full of pity.

"I'll take your pulse!"

A very simple sentence. Yang Tianhong's voice was also very soft. Dongfang Xiao, who was immersed in pain, didn't pay attention at all, but he found that his father suddenly turned around and looked at the young man surnamed Yang who he had never seen before with a rather puzzled gaze, and the old servant Dongfang Qingming who was standing on the side also narrowed his eyes, and his face was full of incomprehensible question marks.

Yang Tianhong didn't explain, his finger was directly on Dongfang Peng's left wrist, holding his breath and concentrating, carefully judging the pulse.

This action was quite rude, and Dongfang Xiao suddenly became a little angry. He opened his mouth and was about to have a seizure, but his father Dongfang Peng pressed his shoulder hard, turned his head to look, and saw his father with a solemn expression and shook his head slightly at him.

The words "people become old and fine" are placed on Dongfang Peng, which is very suitable.

With his profound strength, it was naturally not difficult to see that Yang Tianhong's cultivation was only the fifth layer of qi refining.

It can only be said that the concealment effect of the Linglong treasure lock is really good. Forcibly concealed a monk who had built the third layer of the foundation, and no one could see through it.

Dongfang Peng admitted that Yang Tianhong's observation ability was very careful. Just from the ordinary diet and lifestyle habits, you can see that you are seriously ill.

Many experienced doctors can do this as well.

However, Yang Tianhong was a monk. Under normal circumstances, when encountering a monk who is stronger than himself, the little people will always stay away. Although he has an official position in the court, he does not avoid it, but generously takes out the wine and drinks it with himself.

This bearing alone is impressive.

However, this also confirms from some aspect that Yang Tianhong is not hostile to himself.

It's not a place like the Hessian Mountains that you can just get into. There are quite a few mountain people around, but ordinary people can't go deep into the core of the mountain range. There are poisonous snakes and beasts everywhere, and there is a miasma in the forest, and it may be necessary to give away your life at any time. Even large teams of wealthy businessmen rarely reap the rewards of the Hessian.

People live for a lifetime, and Dongfang Peng doesn't know how many strange things he has seen.

"People can't be disguised", Dongfang Peng has always thought so.

If Yang Tianhong wanted to be unfavorable to himself, he would not approach himself with such a stupid excuse at all. Although the number of his retinue was as high as hundreds, almost all of them were ordinary people with no spiritual energy fluctuations. Except for the sword, he does not carry any powerful mechanical weapons. In the face of these people, just the old servant Dongfang Qingming alone can crush them all, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

As for those who have already drunk their stomachs. The quality is really good. Best of all, none of them were poisoned.

What's more, Yang Tianhong has already said before: he is quite knowledgeable in medicine.

Thinking of this, the last bit of vigilance in Dongfang Peng's heart disappeared completely. He was relaxed and indifferent, without the slightest hope for Yang Tianhong's pulse.

If you meet a random person on the road, you can cure yourself of the poison in your body. Then it must be the manifestation of the ancestors of the Oriental family.

Perhaps, it is the young people who are vigorous and want to try to prove their worth.

Perhaps, it was because he thought that detoxification was very simple and not difficult.

Or, it was because he took a fancy to the money of the Dongfang family. Although this kid surnamed Yang said that he didn't want money, how many people could really afford the gold and silver treasures?

Dongfang Xiao's thoughts are not as complicated as his father's. He tossed on horseback for days, and only felt very tired. The anger involuntarily rose suddenly. If it weren't for his father to stop him, Dongfang Xiao would have ordered someone to drive Yang Tianhong, a guy who doesn't know the height of the sky, away on the spot.

This kind of thinking is not surprising.

It's like a wealthy family traveling in a Porsche, and suddenly a family member feels tightness in his chest, and hurriedly stops the car on the side of the road, takes out the spare oxygen in the first aid kit and is about to inhale it. At this time, a stranger next to him passed by on a bicycle, and when he saw this scene, he kindly came over. He said very firmly: "If you have a cold, you must use Contec, and I will carry it with me here." Or. How many grains shall I give you?"

Yang Tianhong's next words and actions further confirmed Dongfang Xiao's judgment.

He frowned, looked at the jade box containing the Blood Continuation Pill in Dongfang Xiao's hand, and said lightly: "This pill is useless against your father's illness, so let's put it away!"

Dongfang Xiao's face was already violent. Although his father had introduced Yang Tianhong before, Dongfang Xiao had never looked at this person squarely. The reason is very simple: Yang Tianhong's cultivation is too low.

The Oriental Clan. It has always been a very famous cultivation family. Although Dongfang Xiao is Dongfang Peng's youngest son, his cultivation has already built a foundation, and his strength is as high as the third layer of this realm.

A junior who is only at the fifth level of qi refining actually dares to chirp and talk crookedly in front of Lao Tzu. If it weren't for his father's face. Dongfang Xiao had already grabbed his collar and threw it away.

"This is ginseng, blood, continuation, life, Dan!"

Dongfang Xiao's face was gloomy, and he squeezed out these words word by word from between his teeth. At the same time, there was saliva foam mixed with anger: "Since you know medical science, you should understand that purple ginseng and silver-hoofed deer are rare treasures in the world." It is extremely rare to use these two substances as the main medicine to refine this pill. You're young, with white teeth. I advise you to go back and study for a few more years, and then come out and walk the rivers and lakes. ”

Yang Tianhong was not angry. It's not that he has a good temper, but that he can understand Dongfang Xiao's thoughts. After a moment, Yang Tianhong let go of Dongfang Peng's wrist, looked at Dongfang Xiao, and said calmly: "The poison in your father is the gray spine rot. Although purple whisker ginseng and silver hoof deer are rare, the pharmacology of ginseng blood sustaining life pill is very different from that of gray spine rot. Presumably, you should have been misled by others, and you were also confused by the word "life" in the name of this Dan, so you spent a lot of money to buy it. In fact, the Blood Continuation Pill has no effect on the poison in your father's body, and it is a waste to eat it. ”

The muscles on Dongfang Peng's face trembled a few times, and his face was full of disbelief.

Dongfang Qingming, the old servant standing next to him, opened his mouth wide, his eyes full of shock.

On the other side, the angry Dongfang Xiao completely froze, as if his soul was instantly emptied and turned into a stone sculpture that was unconscious.

Everything stems from the four words in Yang Tianhong's words just now -- gray spine rot.

Wealthy men are rarely able to follow the secular rules of monogamy.

Dongfang Peng is no exception.

He is a rare genius of the Oriental family. As early as three hundred years ago, a sound of cultivation has reached the eighth layer of the Yuan Infant, as long as you take a few more steps, you can be distracted, and then Mahayana.

Wealthy, well-qualified, and strong. No matter who these things are put on anyone, they are capital that is worth boasting about. Although Dongfang Peng is old, he inevitably likes to be flattered. At that time, many cultivation families took a fancy to this, and offered to marry the Dongfang clan, willing to offer the most beautiful and excellent woman of their own family to become an ordinary maid by Dongfang Peng's side.

For these requests, Dongfang Peng did not refuse all of them. Of course, he himself is not lustful, but he just thinks that having a group of beautiful women by his side is a status symbol for men. What's more, these beauties are all monks, and when they are brought out, they also have a lot of face.

Even successful people are not exempt from vulgarity.

One thing is for sure, these women have never been touched by Dongfang Peng from beginning to end. Although they are nominally maids in the Oriental family, their food and clothing are no different from those of the real Oriental relatives. This is also a disguised means of entrapment. After all, the greater the number of people who are attached to the Eastern Family, the greater the strength of the Family.

Three hundred and twenty-nine years ago, a maid surnamed Liu, who had long been attached to the Dongfang family, suddenly ignored the strict rules of the Dongfang family, broke through the barriers of many domestic servants one after another, and cried and begged to see Dongfang Peng. (To be continued.) )