The next day, as soon as the sky dawned, Qin He and Xiao Su'er sorted out some things and prepared to set off, the beast forest was thousands of miles away from the Heavenly Saint Sect, if it was an ordinary mortal, it would not be possible to reach it in a year and a half. And now, Xiao Su'er has opened ten qi mansions, and she can already use the magic power of the sword to fly, although the speed of flight is not comparable to the peak powerhouse of the hidden dragon realm with the eighteen qi mansions wide open, but the speed is already extremely fast.

"Grandpa, Senior Brother Qin and I are about to pack up, and we will be able to set off soon."

Xiao Su'er, who was cleaning up things in the yard, saw her grandfather walking towards her and Senior Brother Qin, and said with a smile.

"Grandpa early".

After seeing Old Xiao, Qin He also said with a smile.

"Ahem... Ahem... , Well, now that you've packed up, let's go, and get to the beast forest from here, even if you go at full speed, I'm afraid it will take three or five days, ahem!".

Xiao Lao said as he covered his mouth with his hand, trying to hide his cough.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?".

Hearing Xiao Lao's cough, Qin He hurriedly asked, and then the two put down the package in their hands and walked towards Xiao Lao.

Seeing Qin He and Xiao Su'er's worried looks, Xiao Lao said with a smile:

"Hehe, grandpa is fine, but he occasionally felt the wind cold, take a rest and be fine, you don't have to worry about grandpa, hurry up and set off to the beast forest, cough, cough."

Xiao Lao coughed as he spoke, although he said that he was fine, but there was a trace of paleness in his face, which made people feel a little worried.

"Grandpa, are you really okay?, or Senior Brother Qin and I will go to the Beast Forest later and ...... in the valley first."

In Xiao Su'er's impression, she had never seen any discomfort in her grandfather's body, because her grandfather was already proficient in the art of medicine, and he usually cherished his body very much, so seeing this situation, Xiao Su'er was very worried in her heart, so she was ready to stay in the valley to take care of her grandfather for a while, and then go to the beast forest with Senior Brother Qin after her grandfather's health was completely healed.

Hearing that Su Su wanted to stay in the valley to take care of himself because he was worried about his body, Xiao Lao said with a smile before Su Su finished speaking:

"Cough, silly girl, have you forgotten what grandpa is doing? grandpa's body is not in the way, he will take care of it, you and He'er hurry up, by the way, Su, He'er, go to the beast forest, it is inevitable to encounter some unpredictable dangers, when you encounter danger, you must be calm, use the most appropriate way to solve the problem, don't be reckless, remember, life is the most important, without life, everything will disappear, cough cough! I've got a bag here, take it with you, and if you encounter an unsolvable danger, open it and hope it will help you, ahem!".

Xiao Lao said to the two of them with a serious face, and his tone was full of endless expectations and concern.

However, I don't know why, looking at the expression on Xiao Lao's face, Qin He and Xiao Su'er both had an indescribable discomfort in their hearts, and it was dangerous and unpredictable to go to the beast forest. A few months, a year, grandpa living alone in the valley will be very lonely, so they must not live up to grandpa's expectations this time.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I will definitely protect Senior Sister Xiao well and will not let anyone hurt her."

Qin He said firmly to Xiao Lao beside him, although his current strength is not as good as Xiao Su'er, but he is willing to use his life to protect her, in Qin He's heart, Xiao Su'er has long become his relative.

Hearing Qin He's words, Xiao Lao nodded with relief, in his eyes, the two of them are their own children, and it is unacceptable for him to be hurt by anyone, but the road of cultivating immortals is long and difficult, and if you want to become stronger, you can only move forward bravely without fear of life and death.

Qin He looked at the two small packages on the ground, which contained some of his and Xiao's junior sister's clothes, and gently lifted the package, Qin He slowly walked to Xiao Su'er's side and whispered:

"Senior Sister Xiao, let's go, the longer we stay, the more reluctant and uncomfortable Grandpa's heart becomes."

Listening to Qin He's words, Xiao Su'er nodded slowly, and then with a touch of heavenly spirit, she conjured up a red spirit sword that was a long time, and her feet touched the ground, and Xiao Su'er instantly jumped on top of the spirit sword. Seeing this, Qin He did not hesitate at all, his legs were slightly stronger, and he also jumped on top of the spirit sword.

"Grandpa, we're leaving, you must take care of your health."

Looking at the pale grandfather on the ground, Xiao Su'er's nose was sour, and two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks in an instant. For so many years, grandpa has been by his side, and now he is left alone in the Ming Medicine Pavilion, and he is inevitably a little reluctant in his heart.

Seeing Xiao Su'er's sad look, Qin He's heart was also very uncomfortable, but he had been trying to control his emotions and hold back the tears in his eyes, because he just wanted his grandfather to see his strong side.

Xiao Lao, who was standing on the ground, didn't say anything more, just looked at Qin He and Xiao Su'er on the spirit sword with a smile on his face, until Xiao Su'er pinched the trick with both hands, urged the spirit sword under his feet, and left the valley of the Ming Medicine Pavilion, Xiao Lao slowly turned around, revealing his tired and pale face.

The night was deep, and it was as cold as water.

On a wooden chair in the valley of the Ming Medicine Pavilion, there was an old man with white hair and silver beard, and the old man was sitting quietly on the wooden chair, and there were bursts of coughing from time to time. The old man is already in his prime, his body has always been relatively strong, and he is already well versed in medicine, so his body has never been in serious trouble.

However, just the night before, the old man suddenly felt a little unwell, thinking that his body was old, accidentally feeling cold, and eating a few pairs of herbs would be fine, but when he woke up the next morning, the old man realized that things were not so simple, his throat was itchy, his chest was stuffy, and he no longer had the strength to walk dozens of steps, as if the vitality in his body disappeared out of thin air overnight.

The old man has been practicing medicine for many years, claiming to have cured countless diseases, but he can't see what disease he has, but thinking that his two children are about to leave him to go out to practice, in order not to worry the children, the old man has to forcibly lift his spirits, until the two children leave the valley, the old man shows his fatigue.

"It's the number of days, and it's my life!".

The old man sitting on the wooden chair slowly lay down, slowly raised his left hand, and reached into the clothes on his chest. When the old man's left hand was taken out of his chest again, there was a worn-out book on his left hand, although the book was worn, but it was not missing, but it exuded a sense of vicissitudes from the book, which showed that this book must have experienced the passage of endless years.

This book has been following the old man for more than ten years, from the moment the old man's master gave him this book, this book has been carefully kept by the old man, stretching out the index finger of his right hand, the old man stained a trace of saliva in his mouth on the index finger, and then slowly counted the pages of the book.

"One".

"Three".

"Eleven".

... ... ... . ..

In the silent valley, there was not a single noise, and the old man could hear the sound of himself twisting the pages.

"Thirty-seven".

"Sixty-nine".

As his fingers twisted the book, the old man still silently counted the pages of the book in his heart.

... ...

"Eighty-one!".

Exactly eighty-one pages, not a single page, not a lot. Over the years, the old man would always count the pages of the book, consciously or unconsciously, although each time it was the same result: eighty-one pages, but the old man still took the trouble to count the pages of the book.

This is a book that looks extremely vicissitudes and quaint, this book has no name, and the content of the book is also some strange and obscure symbols, the old man has been enlightened for more than ten years, but he can't read one of the symbols, although he can't understand it, but the old man has got a lot of benefits from it.

After more than ten years of painstaking research, the old man's mind and body have been greatly improved. Whenever someone in the valley comes to treat a disease or ask for medicine, the old man can always predict in advance, this strange magical power, so that the old man feels very incredible, in addition to predicting the patients who come to the valley to seek medicine, the old man can also predict the rare and exotic herbs in the nearby valley, so every time the old man goes out, he can always pick back a lot of good herbs.

If Master said that there were only 80 or 70 pages, maybe Master was mistaken, but Master clearly said that there was only one page, so from this point of view, it was not Master who remembered it wrongly, so what did Master want to tell me?"

The old man's brows furrowed, revealing a puzzled expression, and for a moment, the old man's thoughts were drawn back to the day his master gave him this book.

"Xiao Ran, we have been together for several years, and now I am leaving, I have left what I should leave for you, in addition, I have left a page of a book on the table in your room, remember, it is a page of a book, not a book! Although this book is only one page, if you can understand it, then your previous sin of killing a good person by mistake can also be offset. Apprentice, go for the teacher, you can do it yourself".

He clearly remembers that Master said that this book was only one page, but after Master left, when he returned to his room, he found that there was not a page of a book on the table, but a book, and he counted it carefully several times, and it was obviously eighty-one pages, so how could Master say that this book was only one page? He didn't know what Master's intentions were, or if Master was trying to tell him something in this way, but over the years, he had counted countless times, each time it was eighty-one pages, one page no more, one page no less!