Chapter 43: The Dry Corpse Old Man

The cold mountain wind rose, which awakened Su Fu's consciousness a lot.

But the intense pain made him unable to wake up completely for the time being.

By the time Su Fu woke up again, he didn't know how much time had passed.

Su Fu only felt that he was groggy and fell asleep, and had a lot of messy dreams.

He dreamed that he came to a certain hall with a long sword in his hand, stood in the temple, pointed his sword at everyone, domineering and unmatched, and asked about the things of the year, about the people of the year, about the fall of the sword god.

Sure enough, the man in the yellow robe issued an edict to charge Su Fu with rebellion, and he fought fiercely with those heroes in front of the main hall, which was extremely fierce, and his body was full of shocking wounds.

They don't seem to allow a second sword god to appear.

But it's a dream!

Then, Su Fu woke up, he laughed at himself, even when he was about to die, he could always think of his father.

But when he opened his eyes, he realized that he had been awake all along, and the dense wounds in the dream were the same injuries in his body now.

The sharp pain in his body made it impossible for him to sleep at all, and those strange dreams were just episodes of him coming back to his wake up after countless coma.

"I'm not dead, where is this ......?"

Su Fu muttered to himself weakly, his voice looking so hoarse and dry.

He struggled to look up, and saw that he was at the bottom of a seemingly narrow canyon, like a small sinuous crevice between the great mountains.

Perhaps it is a bit old, and there is thick moss on the surrounding mountain walls, and there are dense cracks in the bare places.

This is Cangnan Mountain?

A thought flashed in Su Fu's mind, if it was still Cangnan Mountain, this place had obviously not been discovered yet, and no one had ever set foot in it for endless years.

He wanted to sit up, but found that he couldn't.

The old and new injuries were destroying his flesh in his body, and many bones were dense cracks, and what was even more serious was that Wu Le shattered his sword intent and directly shook his sword intent.

This kind of injury to the origin of the body is healed by the Holy Hand of the Medical Dao himself, and it will not be able to recover after a year and a half.

Although he is lucky not to die now, in such a state of living dead, he can only wait to die lying in this canyon.

But when he looked inwardly at himself, he noticed subtle changes.

There was a trace of medicinal power quietly entering his body with his breathing, and Zhou Tian was repairing the injuries in his body very slowly but effectively, as gentle as a babbling stream.

Just when he was full of doubts, he sensed the source of these medicinal powers, and he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.

The plants here are completely different from the outside, they are not ordinary weeds, each one is an extremely precious herb, and there are many herbs of the fifth or even sixth or seventh grades.

As far as the eye can see, this is a very wide area of medicinal fields, in terms of scale, it seems to be artificially planted, but it has been too long and no one has taken care of it, so the herbs grow very chaotically.

These rare herbs in the world are gathered here in tons...... It's a huge treasure.

Those medicinal powers seeped out of the herbs and continued to enter Su Fu's body, repairing his injuries.

Although the repair is slow, it is many times better than the previous state of waiting for death.

Su Fu finally understood the sentence "If you don't die in a big disaster, you will have a blessing in the future".

Then, he slowly closed his eyes, held his breath, lowered the speed of his cultivation power, and recuperated from his injuries.

Soon it was dark and it was dawning again.

After lying quietly for a day and a night, Su Fu finally opened his eyes.

The medicinal power here is too strong and violent, and in the time of this day, it was actually seven seven or eight that repaired the bruises in his body, that is, the cracks on the bones were also repaired by the strong medicinal power, and Su Fu also recovered some of his strength at this time.

It's just that the original source is injured, and it needs to be recuperated for a while.

Su Fu leaned against the wall and slowly got up, and when he saw the whole picture of this medicine field, he was really shocked in his heart.

Far more vast than he had imagined, the entire canyon, which stretched endlessly, was covered with herbs, showing an uncontrollable trend.

Even if he was in the sacred mountain, he had never seen so many medicinal fields.

If this place is discovered, it will be enough to start a huge war.

The powerhouses of the thirteen counties of Yunzhou will once again enter the era of melee for this piece of medicine field.

And if it is transmitted to the royal capital, I am afraid that even the Yun King in the royal capital will have to give an order in person, and this place will inevitably become the tomb of cultivators.

When the time comes, it will be another bloody storm.

If you cultivate here, the speed of entering the realm is far more terrifying than that outside.

After walking for several miles along the path in the medicine field, Su Fu saw the thatched hut standing in the medicine field.

"Excuse me, anyone?"

Su Fu asked tentatively, but no one answered.

He walked cautiously forward, and a fresh breeze blew and lifted the curtain of the grass hut, and he vaguely saw a man sitting in it.

Su Fu immediately stopped, and clenched his fists with both hands: "The juniors strayed into this place, and they had no intention of disturbing the tranquility of the seniors, and it was even more offensive, so please forgive the seniors." ”

Su Fuxin said that he was just asking about the way out here, but he lowered his head and said a few words in a row, but the man never answered, he was suspicious in his heart, whispered something offensive, and pushed the door open.

When he entered the house, closer and closer, he realized that the man had become a dried corpse, and he did not know how long he had been dead.

Because of the strong medicinal power here, the body of this person did not decompose after death, and it could be vaguely seen that it was a shriveled old man, just like this, and even a trace of loneliness and disappointment could be seen in his expression.

is so old and shriveled, Su Fu can still faintly feel a trace of domineering around him, and he must be good in front of this person.

"It should be that senior who lived in seclusion here, and finally drove the crane west. ”

Su Fu solemnly bowed: "The younger generation has been injured, and I want to ask for some herbs to take away, which will not destroy the medicinal field here, thinking that it should be the lifelong effort of the seniors, and the younger generations dare not destroy it." ”

When he looked up at the dried corpse, there was a sense of sympathy in his heart.

His father once used to use a sword to pass the gods, and taught swordsmanship in the world, so that the way of the sword flourished, who would have thought that he was besieged by a master, and he died, and he didn't know where the body was, so that no one collected the body.

Seeing the corpse of this old man here, Su Fu also couldn't bear it, and said: "Although I don't know who the predecessor is, I have cause and effect when I get here, and the junior wants to bury your body and build a grave for you." ”

He looked around the hut, which was in a dilapidated state, full of holes that could collapse at any moment, and the furnishings of the house, except for the wooden chair on which the old man sit, were the low table in front of the window.

When he walked in to look, he found that there were words on the table, which should have been inscribed on the table with Zhenyuan before leaving.

"If you ask the heavens for thousands of years, you will not become a god after all. Stay here in the mortal dust, just waiting for someone who is destined. ”

"Ask the sky?"

Su Fu's face changed slightly, his father was one of the strongest people in the continent, and he knew very well what this word meant.