Wilt!

Full of withering!

The vibrant flowers and plants that were raised in her wooden building by Matsutsuki, hundreds of pots of flowers and plants, all withered at this moment.

The leaves are yellow and wilted, lying soft on the edge of the pot, and it seems that it is not far from dying.

Because of her frailty and her pampering by her grandfather, although she is not a soul warrior, she still has a wooden building in the clan and lives alone. And Songyue loves flowers and plants, and her two-story wooden building is almost full of flowers and plants.

In the past, Jiang Chengyi stepped into the wooden building of Songyue, his eyes were full of life and the fragrance was fragrant, but this time

Jiang Chengji, who instinctively felt a little bad, went up to the second floor, and rushed to Songyue's bed without much avoidance.

On the bed, Song Yue was curled up there, looking at the delicate face of the water and aura, which became yellow at the moment, there was not a trace of blood on her pretty face, and the whole person looked like she had lost a lot of weight, as if she was seriously ill.

"Songyue, what's wrong with you?Why is your forehead so hot?You're sick!" After trying Songyue's forehead, Jiang Chengli looked anxious.

In a hurry, Jiang Cheng was about to go to fetch water to help Song Yue reduce the fever, but Song Yue said to Jiang Cheng in an extremely weak voice: "Brother Jiang Cheng, you are back, I'm fine."

"You've got a high fever, are you okay?"

"I'm really fine, Brother Jiang Cheng, I'm sick, just raise it for a few days. Matsuki insisted.

"No, if you keep burning it, there will be problems, I'll help you cool down first"

"Okay, Ah Cheng, I've already given Songyue medicine, she will raise it for another day or two, and she will be able to have a sè. Ah Gong appeared behind Jiang Cheng at some point, and softly relieved Songyue.

"But"

"Ah Cheng, don't you feel at ease with me taking care of Songyue?" Ah Gong's voice carried a few different teases, making a faint flush crawl on Songyue's cheeks, whose face was as pale as paper.

"Okay, Songyue needs to rest, and you also need to hurry up and practice, go quickly. ”

Ah Gong's urging made Jiang Cheng have to give up taking care of Song Yue, although his little medical knowledge in his previous life also worked, but in front of Ah Gong's divine means, it was not enough at all.

After a few words, Jiang Cheng left Songyue's wooden building.

When Jiang Cheng walked away, Song Yue's leisurely voice sounded: "Grandpa, I don't want to deceive Brother Jiang Cheng like this anymore, when I was like this last year, Brother Jiang Cheng took care of me for three days and three nights without going out."

"You also said, if you weren't strong, how could it be like this?"

Ah Gong's voice rose sharply: "You are worthy of the fivefold Chengen realm, and you dare to induce the talent secret technique that can only be used by the sevenfold of the Chengen realm, and fortunately, it is in the mountains and forests, and the grass and trees are abundant, otherwise, your little life will be confessed." ”

"However, Brother Jiang Cheng was seriously injured at that time"

"For such a serious injury, you can treat it for four or five percent, and he will be recuperated for a few days when he comes back. It's good, you have cured him fiercely, but you still have half a life left!" Ah Gong's reproachful voice turned into pity at the end.

"Alright, I'll send you some fresh flowers and plants to help you recover faster. As for these flowers and plants that are about to wither, don't think about curing them unless you don't want to die."

After a while, several healthy women in the clan replaced hundreds of pots of fresh flowers and plants, if Jiang Cheng was here, he would be surprised to find that with Songyue's breathing, those fresh flowers and plants were slowly wilting, and Songyue's qi seemed to have become a little better.

When Songyue and Ah Gong ended their conversation, Jiang Cheng was called over by the patriarch Ge Xiong.

As soon as they met, Ge Xiong handed six snakeskin pouches to Jiang Chengdao: "Here, this is the fierce beast Jing Yuan blood prepared by Ah Gong himself, take one bag when cultivating, with your current cultivation, it can be worth your penance for one night, take it." ”

Jiang Cheng pointed to the six snakeskin pouches and said suspiciously: "Patriarch, there are so many, one bag for half a month, I should only have two bags, right?"

"Why do you ask so much, just ask you to take it. It's not stolen and robbed, these other four bags are my share, but my cultivation, taking this is purely a waste, you just take it and use it. Patriarch Ge Xiong said with a big grin.

When Jiang Cheng wanted to say something, the patriarch Ge Xiong had already patted Jiang Cheng on the shoulder and said, "You probably don't know yet, the patriarch of the Huli clan, Hu Zhenjiang, has already released his words, and the young soul martial artist of their Huli clan will take your life at any cost at the martial arts competition in two months."

Moreover, Hu Zhenjiang has already obtained the elixir from the Great Linggong of the Bai Hun Department, and cured the turtle grandson of Hu Xiangshan, who was seriously injured and the source was damaged, and it is not surprising that the turtle grandson of Hu Xiangshan will definitely participate in the martial arts competition. ”

Jiang Cheng was a little silent, he could say big things, but the huge gap did exist.

By chance in the mountains and forests, with the help of the mysterious soul warrior, Jiang Cheng seriously injured Hu Xiangshan, but if he was in the ring, the current Jiang Cheng might not be able to last three rounds in Hu Xiangshan's hands.

"However, this is not the biggest threat you will face!" Patriarch Ge Xiong poured cold water on Jiang Cheng again.

"The biggest threat comes from the White Humbuds.

Feng Zhanyuan, a genius boy from the Bai Hun Division, obtained the Battle Spirit when he was less than fifteen years old four years ago, and now he is eighteen years old, and it is said that he is already a six-fold existence of the Chengen Realm. ”

Speaking of this, the patriarch Ge Xiong asked in a paused voice, "Do you remember the big tiger?"

"Shi Dahu?" In Jiang Cheng's mind, the corpse that was soaked and swollen but still had blood and tears in the corners of his eyes suddenly appeared.

"Two years ago, it was the sixteen-year-old Feng Zhanyuan, on the martial arts platform, in front of me, the new big tiger was crippled!"

"This year, he is not yet 19 years old"

"Cultivate hard, fight for a breath, I don't want you to become the second big tiger, I hope you can get through this life and death pass"

Patriarch Ge Xiong let out a long sigh, put the six small snakeskin pockets in front of Jiang Cheng, and turned to leave.

After the patriarch Ge Xiong walked away, Uncle Yang Zeyang suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Cheng, put down five small snakeskin pockets and said, "This is a little bit of the uncle's heart, I hope it can help you."

Also, we have already told Ah Gong, next month, next month, until you participate in the martial arts competition, half of our fierce beast Jing Yuan blood will be given to you, and the other half will be given to Du Jing. ”

"Don't refuse, as long as you can come back alive, don't be like the big tiger, those of us who are uncles, you will be satisfied. As he spoke, Yang Ze glanced at Shi An, who was standing behind a big tree, and looked fixedly at Shi An.

Shi An is also a soul warrior, the most taciturn person in the entire Geshan clan!

Because Shi Dahu is his son!

At present, there are a total of nine soul martial artists in the Geshan Clan, except for Du Jing, Jiang Cheng, Ah Gong, and the patriarch, there are still five soul martial artists left, in other words, almost all the cultivation resources of the Geshan Sect are concentrated here.

Looking at these small snakeskin pockets in front of him, Jiang Cheng's throat suddenly became a little blocked, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

This is the Geshan Department where Jiang Cheng is located!

"Cultivate well, if you need to sparring, just come to the uncle!" Throwing down such a sentence, Yang Ze strode away, leaving Jiang Cheng alone and silent and crazy!

Jiang Cheng had never had a moment, like now, desperately eager to gain great power!

At night, in Jiang Cheng's wooden building, Jiang Cheng sat cross-legged on the bed.

On one side of the bed, there was an animal skin bag, more than a dozen small snakeskin bags, and a Jiang Cheng's carry-on leather bag.

Jiang Cheng was about to start tonight's cultivation, but before cultivating, Jiang Cheng was thinking about what kind of treasure to assist in cultivation first?

In the animal skin bag, it was a cart of grain given by Ah Gong to exchange for a quenching pill, and the small snakeskin bag was naturally the blood of the fierce beast Jing Yuan.

As for Jiang Cheng's carry-on skin, there were three ten-year-old sword leaf grasses that Jiang Cheng had seized from the soul warrior Black Tiger who was killed by him.

After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Cheng took out the Quenching Pill that could only be exchanged for a cart of grain given by his grandfather, and took it.

The reason why Jiang Cheng took the Quenching Pill first was actually very simple, Jiang Cheng wanted to see, which was more powerful, the cultivation effect of taking a cart of grain for a Tempering Pill, or the cultivation effect of taking twenty pieces of Sword Leaf Grass to exchange for a cart of grain?

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