The world of medicine comes from the hands of the grass saint, it is the number one holy medicine in the world, the flesh and bones of the living dead are a legend, but it is not a difficult thing for it, even the demon seed can be suppressed for a short time, its magic can be seen, and there is no need to mention it.

It's just that the raw materials in the world of medicine are very rare, and the refining process is extremely complicated and difficult, and in addition to the grass saint, perhaps only his eldest disciple Chen Linci may be proficient in one or two.

The medical world that contains the essence of the world's herbs saves Li Xiu, but the half-dead person is naturally not a problem.

The eyelids moved a few times, but they never opened.

If it weren't for looking at the gradually ruddy face and even breathing, Xu Yingxiu really doubted whether this so-called medical world was in vain.

Is this a fake drug?

She looked at Yang Buding.

Yang Buding held the sword and did not speak.

That thinks it's really a medical world.

"Don't worry, his spirit has just recovered, and he is not yet complete, I am afraid that it will take a few days to wake up. ”

Zi Fei glanced at Li Xiu, who was asleep, and quietly pursed his lips, Li Xiu was inferior to him in any way, but this face was better than him, which made him very uncomfortable.

Xu Yingxiu was silent, the tears on her face faded a lot with the wind, full of haggardness, she has been running back and forth in the past few months, and the string of her psychology has never been broken, and it is definitely not good to be a wandering monk.

"The desolate man has already hurt his vitality after this incident, no matter what the process is, Xiaonanqiao will be able to protect himself in the next ten years. ”

Zifei said.

"That's all for this time?"

Xu Yingxiu glanced at the drunken spring breeze who was riding on a horse and holding a wine jug at the front, and after a moment withdrew her gaze and asked.

This incident is not this time.

The meaning is not simple, but it is obvious.

Zhibai's chess has been played, but there are still many shadows still wriggling.

The game between the Wild Man and Xiaonanqiao has affected a lot of things and attracted a lot of people.

For example, Changlin, such as Yin Cao.

And the one in the palace.

and the attitude of the Taiwei Qi family.

Gusu City, Li Laizhi, Academy, Tingxue Building, one after another Jianghu forces are involved.

The complexity and darkness behind it are difficult to describe.

The water here is so deep that you can't see the bottom of the sea.

Zifei thought about it, his face was as calm as usual, but this time it was serious and serious, he moved Li Xiu's body upward, and said softly: "There are many people who should die in this world, and there are many people who should be killed, but how can you finish killing?"

Xu Yingxiu didn't know what to say, because Zifei's words made sense, there are a lot of damned people in the world, how can they kill them?

Speaking of this time alone, can it still ask for the heads of half of the officials in the temple and the government?

Not only can't these people be killed, but they can't even be killed.

She was silent for a moment, knowing that these things were not for her part, but she still said, "It's always good to be able to kill some." ”

Zifei glanced at her, gave a thumbs up and praised with a smile: "This makes sense, it's always good to kill some." ”

Killing one is one less, and one less is a good thing.

Yang Wuxing has been following his side, and he didn't interject, his identity is always a little embarrassing, if Li Xiu doesn't appear, I'm afraid he is now in this list that can be killed.

The Tang army's embarrassed but neat team gradually disappeared into the depths of the snow field, each of them carrying a dead comrade on their shoulders, and only the corpses of the desolate people were left on the corpse mountain behind them, lying cold in the cold wind and snow.

Maybe someone will come to collect their bodies in the future, or maybe they will be buried in the mountains forever with the cold.

The snow fields are huge, both in the north and in the south.

The Qiqi tribe was razed to the ground by the Tang army, and the Heavenly Tribulation turned into a scorched earth, which was filled with the breath of death.

When the snowflakes fall to the ground, they melt into the soil as fresh water in an instant, and the thunder flashes on the soil layer from time to time, evaporating patches of white snowflakes.

The existence of the Spirit Tree is like faith to the desolate people, they respect the Spirit Tree and believe in the Spirit Tree.

Or for them it's a sacred tree.

The spirit tree was very tall, its branches and foliage blooming with divine light, and these halos of light hung on it, swaying with the branches and the wind.

The tree is surrounded by a small yard, not big, surrounded by a half-human high wooden fence, here is a snowfield, but there is a small pond under the tree, the pond has a green leaf, a frog squatting on the leaf, two small eyes bulging outside, looking a little sluggish.

There is a small wooden house in the courtyard, there is no decoration on the wooden house, the white white paper glued to the windows on three sides, the two-person wide wooden door is open, and you can see through the eyes to see a brazier inside, on which hangs an iron kettle, the water vapor rises, and the lid of the pot is washed up and down.

He took a fishing rod in Pu's hand, and threw the hook along the line into the small pond with no fish floating.

There were no fish in the pool either.

The frog on the green leaf is stupid, but not so stupid as to jump into the water and bite the hook, not to mention that there is not even a bait on it.

This is the high priest's courtyard, and no one is allowed to come here except his disciples, so it is very quiet all year round.

The High Priest's face was calm, the hook swaying from side to side under the water, and he watched intently.

The space on one side fluctuated, and then the figures of Zhibai and Jiang Linyu appeared from the sky and landed on the ground.

Zhibai had already fainted, and that small seal turned into powder and was useless from then on, as a man who was one with Lingbao's mind, he was naturally not lightly injured, not to mention forcibly moving the space to return.

Jiang Linyu stretched out his hand to catch Zhibai and landed on the ground smoothly.

Then he looked at the high priest.

His lips moved, and he called out to Master.

Koura didn't speak, and sat quietly on the stone on the side of the pond.

So Jiang Linyu stopped talking, since he was accepted as a disciple by the high priest when he was a child, for so many years, he sat by the pond for a while from Pu for a period of time holding a fishing rod.

Obviously there is nothing, obviously nothing can be caught.

But the high priest remained for decades, perhaps before he was accepted as a disciple.

Jiang Linyu didn't know the deep meaning of doing this, but he knew that no one except the senior brother dared to disturb the master at this time.

So he turned and walked into the cabin, put Zhibai on the bed, then walked to the side of the brazier, picked up the iron kettle, poured the water into the cup, and walked back to the tree.

He reached out and pinched a leaf and put it in the cup, brought it to his lips and blew it gently, and drank it in small sips.

Suddenly there was a strange noise in the sky in the distance.

The clouds were shredded, and a sword aura slashed from a distance, turning the ground into a ravine.

Broken fences.

The pool was splashing

That sword qi flew forward.

came to Jiang Lin's side of the umbrella.

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PS: The old rule, you go to bed first, I'll continue to write, and I'll wake up and read the next chapter.