Guan Feibai wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, not knowing if it was because of heat or nervousness.

"This is the cinnabar pill?"

His voice also became a little dry and very low, for fear that others would hear him.

Folding sleeves didn't know the situation in the temple gate, but he had taken cinnabar pills, knew the taste, and nodded.

Getting his confirmation, Guan Feibai took a breath.

In the northern snow field, the most talked about this year is cinnabar dan, and of course he also knows this legendary magic medicine that can live the dead and give birth to white bones.

But he gasped not because he was shocked, but because he was sure of the truth of the other rumor.

It turned out that the cinnabar pill was really refined by Chen Changsheng, could it really be his own blood?

Half a year ago, a master from the Mountain Sword Hall had a bloody battle with the twenty-one demon generals outside the Black Mountain Military Mansion, and returned with a broken arm, bleeding to the end, and the Holy Light Technique lost its effectiveness, and at the last critical moment, it was all thanks to a cinnabar pill to come back to life.

Thinking of this, Guan Feibai really didn't know what kind of attitude to use to face Chen Changsheng.

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The door to the apse finally opened, and a wave of heat poured out, and the green leaves on the pear trees fell as if it were the height of summer.

Nanke helped Chen Changsheng out of it, his face was a little pale, and he looked like he had just recovered from a serious illness.

Archbishop Wenshui hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

Chen Changsheng handed the small porcelain vase in his hand to him.

Inside the small porcelain vase is naturally the incomparably precious cinnabar dan.

For more than a year, Chen Changsheng would provide a bottle of cinnabar pill to the sergeants on the front line every other month.

His blood is limited.

In terms of time, this month's Cinnabar Pill should have been refined and distributed more than ten days ago, but he was seriously injured by the Demon Lord on the Snow Ridge and bled a lot, and he has been recuperating from his injuries at the Hanya Horse Farm since then, and it is impossible to do it at all.

He never said anything, but he was actually a little anxious, because he knew that in Yonglan Pass, Yongxue Pass, in Green Prefecture, in Montenegro, in many places, there were many seriously injured soldiers waiting for the appearance of Cinnabar Dan, and those people were really anxious.

Therefore, when he left Hanqiu City, he had already secretly passed on the book Wenshui, so that the Dao Hall here had prepared the corresponding medicinal materials, and when he arrived in Wenshui today, he didn't care that his injuries had not fully recovered, so he began to refine the medicine.

Now that this bottle of cinnabar pill has finally been refined, the next thing to do is naturally to send it to the military palace in front.

In the earliest days, this matter was the responsibility of the National Church Yinghua Palace, and later it was handed over to the Tang family. Now that he is in Wenshui, he has no intention of continuing to hand it over to the Tang family, because everything that night in Xueling was caused by the Tang family, and the Tang family obviously didn't care about the kindness he released through Cinnabar Dan.

Chen Changsheng said: "Send someone to Hanqiu City overnight to find the head of Huaiyuan, how to divide it, they know." ”

It was quiet, and the archbishop did not answer, nor did he mean to take the little porcelain vase.

It's not that he dares to disobey the oracle, or that he's weighing the pros and cons, but he's too shocked.

There are several important messages in this sentence, and one of them will surely shake the entire continent.

Wang Po returned to Tianliang County.

It doesn't matter if his people are back or not, but since Huaiyuan has arrived, it means that he has arrived.

Everyone knows that Huaiyuan is Wang Po.

But what really shocked the archbishop was not the news, but the vase itself.

Sending someone to Hanqiu City overnight is enough to do a lot of tricks and feet, if he wants to do it.

The archbishop's face changed constantly, sometimes red and sometimes white, and finally calmed down.

He reached out and took the small porcelain vase, and there was no trembling at all.

"I will live up to your majesty's trust. ”

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He folded his sleeves and looked at Chen Changsheng's pale face, and said, "Blood can grow on its own, but if it is like this for a long time, it will have a great impact on cultivation. ”

Chen Changsheng said: "I eat a lot of spiritual fruit ginseng every day, and the problem will not be too big. ”

He folded his sleeves and said, "If you want to be holy, it is a big problem. ”

Chen Changsheng was silent for a while and did not answer.

Folded sleeves stared into his eyes and said, "Didn't she stop you?"

Chen Changsheng knew that what he said was that she was not Xu Yourong nor the owner of the letter, but Xiao Heilong.

He smiled as he thought about the heated argument that had taken place at the beginning.

He folded his sleeves and said: "Compared with saving those people, your own strength is more important to this world. ”

Chen Changsheng stopped his gaze on the pear blossom outside the door for a moment, and said, "I understand this truth, but ...... It would have been nice if I hadn't thought of it in the first place, but now I know that I only need to shed a little blood every month to save dozens of lives, but it's really hard not to do it. ”

Guan Feibai, who had not spoken, said: "It makes sense, if it were me, I would feel embarrassed." ”

Growing up in the cold and cruel wasteland, he couldn't understand the thoughts of these famous and authentic disciples in the south, shook his head, and said no more.

"When you were refining the medicine before, the Dao Hall had already announced your arrival to Wenshui. ”

Guan Feibai looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "What I don't understand is that even if you reveal your identity, the Tang family will no longer dare to touch you, but what can you do to rescue Tang Tang, even if you go to visit in person, they won't let you see it, what can you do? ”

"I don't know, I'll see the situation tomorrow. ”

Chen Changsheng glanced at the night sky and saw the stars, tomorrow should be a sunny day.

The day was clear and warm, but the night was windy, and the winter wind blowing from the northern mountains entered the city along the Wenshui and lingered around the Taoist hall.

The pear tree shook slightly, and the green leaves fell again, looking a little desolate, as if indicating that the sky might change.

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The next morning, the change came.

It wasn't a sudden fall of snow, nor a dazzling wind, but countless thunderbolts.

The sound of hooves was like thunder, the morning light suddenly broke, the earth shook, the field was uneasy, the alarm sounded in Wenshui City, and the gates that had not been closed for hundreds of years closed closed at an unimaginable speed.

The various crossbows of the city guards on the city wall turned in the direction and aimed at the northern wilderness, and countless powerful aura of slaughter overflowed outward, indicating that in the city gate, inside the city wall, and even underground, countless formations began to operate.

Just looking at the number of crossbows guarding the city, the density of the formations, and the flying chariots that broke through the sky, we knew that Wenshui City's defensive capabilities were extremely powerful, seriously exceeding the regulations, and even not inferior to Luoyang City at all.

What's even more awe-inspiring is that whether it is the soldiers at the city gate, the Tang family guards who reacted faster, or the most ordinary traders and pawns, although their faces changed drastically by the thunderous hooves in the distance, they still did not panic, obeyed the order, and retreated to the city at a very fast speed.

Obviously, in the past countless years, although Wenshui City has not faced the disaster of swords, it has never forgotten to fight.

Not to mention the unfathomable heritage of the Tang family, with only this fortified city and these well-trained soldiers and civilians, anyone who attacks it will have to pay a very heavy price. Even the most bloody, cruel and violent demon wolf riders did not dare to rush directly to kill them in one breath, and they would inevitably stop outside the range of those hundreds of divine crossbows.

Sure enough, the thunderous hoofs gradually stopped, and the black tide stopped in the field thousands of feet away.