Leaving the north, he fell into darkness.

Chang'an City was shrouded in the bloody medicine man.

Twenty years ago, the plague that mysteriously passed away gradually came to light in front of me.

A scholar in white, carrying a bookshelf full of books, seems to be powerless, but there is a slender long sword wrapped around his waist, which is unpredictable.

Beside the scholar, followed by a middle-aged man as thin as a bamboo pole, he carried a lamp in his hand and a bamboo basket similar to a bookshelf on his back, but the bamboo basket was not filled with books, but withered yellow straw.

"Have you found the source?" the scholar began.

The middle-aged man, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, half-squatted down, wiped the floor with his fingers, sniffed it with his nose, and then said, "Still not." ”

After hearing this, the scholar sighed, "Alas, can't you still find it? I'm afraid this town will suffer again." ”

"There are no living people left in this town. The middle-aged man, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, shrugged the bamboo basket on his shoulders, looked at the colorless and bleak town in front of him, and sighed, "Alas, it would be nice if Pharmacist Li was still alive." ”

Twenty years ago, the plague almost wiped out the people of Beili, and that plague was the medicine man technique left by Pharmacist Li a hundred years ago.

The art of medicine man is a good martial art that strengthens the body and helps to practice qi. However, it was abused by the people in the rivers and lakes who left the north, and gradually became a kind of murder technique; in the end, it was precisely because of the abuse of the people in the rivers and lakes that this plague broke out and was out of control.

And the white-clothed scholar carrying a bookshelf full of books on his back was Luo Xuan twenty years ago, and the middle-aged man beside him who was as thin as a bamboo pole was the now famous medicine king, Xin Baicao.

Twenty years ago, there was a great plague in the north, and countless casualties were lost. Luo Xuan and Xin Baicao were ordered by the Imperial City to investigate the plague and stop the medicine man's technique from harming more innocent people. But the two of them couldn't find the source of the medicine man's technique, and the two almost died on the way.

The only way to stop the outbreak of the medicine man's art is to find the source of the medicine man's art and stop it. But in this world, I'm afraid that only Pharmacist Li a hundred years ago knew what the source of this medicine man's technique was.

In the end, Xin Baicao found a trace of clues from the medicine recipe left by Pharmacist Li, but he still did not find the source of the medicine man's technique, but that trace of clues also allowed Xin Baicao to save the entire people of Beili. Since then, the name of the King of Xinbai Herbs has also come from this.

Twenty years ago, the plague was temporarily suppressed, and Luo Xuan and Xin Baicao also wandered into the rivers and lakes.

Now, twenty years later, this terrible plague has broken out again, sweeping through the entire Beili.

Luo Xuan's mind coherently reproduced the plague twenty years ago, that clear scene. Twenty years ago, he was dressed in white, read the books of the world, known as the first "nerd" in Beili, and came to investigate the plague with the order of the imperial city, but he watched the plague kill hundreds of people and he was powerless to save the pain; now, this plague has made a comeback again, sweeping the entire Beili city, he is no longer the same him 20 years ago, and he is no longer the white-clothed scholar who is known as the first "nerd" in Beili; now he is a white-clothed sword fairy in the rivers and lakes. Can he redeem the regrets he left twenty years ago?

Facing the bloody and endless medicine man in front of him. Everybody's got their hands dirty.

Zhao Songfan was no longer leaning on the corner of Luo Xuan's clothes, he silently picked up his peachwood sword, the Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, the breeze blew his hair, and there were a few yellow talismans on the tip of the sword, but there was a bit of Taoist spirit. With a flick of his fingers, he recited a few incantations in his mouth, and a small flame ignited.

But how could the flame of that star resist the medicine man who was like an army of thousands of horses. Soon, Zhao Songfan was about to be devoured.

said that it was too late and that was fast, just as Zhao Songfan was about to be devoured, a more violent fire exploded around him.

With a 'boom', the medicine people around Zhao Songfan were blown to pieces. I saw that in the middle of the air, the immortal aura fluttered, and the scholar dressed in white held several yellow talismans in his hands, floating in them.

"Master......" Zhao Songfan didn't know whether to cry or laugh, with a smile on his lips, but the corners of his eyes were blurred.

Luo Xuan hugged him in his arms, touched his head, and said softly, "Good boy, you can't do it yet, stand aside." ”

The three sons of Qingzhou also made a move at this time. I saw that the three of them were holding long swords, but their moves were different.

There are three of them, one person and one sword, and each move outlines a different sword flower, which is erratic.

The sword flowers exploded one by one, flashing dazzling white light. The sword is like the sky, wandering in all directions. The three sons of Qingzhou shot at the same time, and few people could fight against it.

Suddenly, in mid-air, an boundless, domineering and unreasonable palm print slammed down. A large palm print was printed on the floor. This palm also approached the three sons of Qingzhou, and they retracted their sword momentum again and again, and took several steps back.

"What person!" Chen Dongfeng, the eldest prince of Qingzhou, waved his sword and shouted sharply.

But no one answered him, but it was clear that above the roof, a man dressed in black and wearing a mask appeared on his face. His hands were broken, the breeze was blowing his black clothes, and he had a black mask on his face, and no one could see who he was.

"Who are you?" Chen Dongfeng soon spotted the man in black on the roof. He pointed his sword at the man on the roof, and shouted.

The black-clothed man with a mask on his face, still with his hands broken, did not speak, and he did not answer Chen Dongfeng's question.

Chen Dongfeng frowned, he was a little angry. He lifted his sword and slashed at the man in black on the roof.

And the man in black saw Chen Dongfeng's sword momentum so quickly, but he was so calm. He didn't dodge, didn't even look at it, I saw him change from a fist to a palm, and with a palm, an incomparable cold current counterattacked, knocking that Chen Dongfeng back more than ten steps.

But just as this palm burst out, another sword appeared in mid-air, and that sword, holding an even more frosty and icy aura, attacked directly.

The man in black frowned, he didn't panic at all in the face of Chen Dongfeng's swift sword momentum, but in the face of this inexplicable frozen aura, it seemed that he had already been in chaos. I saw him take several steps back one after another, and said in his mouth, "How did this guy catch up?"