The dark green vines wrapped around Lin Invincible's body, and the light of soft energy flickered slightly.

Lin Wuyi was shrouded in this light, and his eyebrows, which had been slightly furrowed, slowly opened, and his whole body was hazy.

After a moment, the vine retracted again, silently......

Luo Minghua pulled back the vine and said lightly: "You sent it too late, it's hopeless." ”

Guo Han was shocked, although the Holy Land World was poor, how could it not even be cured?

Hurriedly said: "Hall Master Luo, this scholar still has a pulse and a heartbeat, how can he not be saved?

Luo Minghua sneered: "First of all, the old man is a monk, but he is not a doctor who specializes in curing diseases and saving people. Secondly, the little baby's heart, brain, and lungs were injured and damaged, the five bodies were incomplete, the meridians were shattered, and the Lingtai was dead. Heart, brain and lung trauma and depletion, and broken meridians can actually be cured at some cost, but you want me to prepare the treasure of rebirth of the five bodies and the elimination of the dead qi of the spirit platform?"

Luo Minghua sneered: "The Cold Ice Palace in the north is a spiritual creature with five bodies that has been reborn, and there may also be a treasure in the Western Yin and Yang Gate to eliminate the death qi." But the old body thinks that he is not capable of obtaining ...... You just don't have to waste your efforts!"

Guo Han was silent, the treasure of a sect, where is it so easy to obtain, not to mention that the relationship between the four sects of the Holy Land is not good at all, and the competition is also fierce, what Luo Minghua said is not an exaggeration, a Jindan monk is indeed not capable of obtaining these, as for himself....... Alas.

However, there is still some way to let him barely stay alive, temporarily suppress his dead air, and survive for a few days. Luo Minghua stared at the young man below and slowly added, "But ......"

Guo Han's spirit was shocked, and he arched his hand and said: "Lord Luo, please make it clear, as long as the students can do it, they will definitely go all out!"

Luo Minghua was not hypocritical, and said bluntly: "Although Xu Chujie of my palace was lucky enough to win the first place in the newcomer competition, in fact, her potential cultivation is not amazing, if the medical hall encounters difficulties in the future, she needs help......"

Guo Han suddenly said firmly: "There is really a need, the students must do their best!"

Luo Minghua shook his head, "It's enough, it's not enough!" and then said: "Didn't I let you be her thug, if that's the case, Yang Caige's shrew didn't come to my door to make a fuss?"

Guo Han was a little embarrassed when he heard this, and he was speechless for a while.

"I need you and the one named Lin Pinghe, when she needs help, each promise her three things that will not violate morality. Of course, if Lin Pinghe dies outside, you will have to take care of these six things!"

Guo Han nodded seriously, and said without hesitation: "The student should go!"

Luo Minghua said: "I look at your behavior and character, and you are also a person who is upright and trustworthy, and you don't need to do other contract oaths, you just know it in your own heart." ”

After that, Luo Minghua knocked on the vines under him with a cane, and said softly: "Old man, give the little baby who is going to die a drop." ”

Listening only to the slight vibration of the "boom", the dark green vines above the main hall slowly wriggled, and a crystal clear light green root branch stretched out, gently poking into Lin Wudi's mouth.

Visible to the naked eye, a drop of cyan globulous liquid the size of a grain of rice rolled between them, sliding down the emerald green and clear meridians in the center of the root branch into Lin Wuyi's mouth.

The Miaoman woman on the side was surprised that the hall master actually gave a drop of green vine essence!

You know, every drop of this stuff is not easy:

Luo Minghua was born at the foot of Nanhua Mountain, outstanding talent since childhood, was presented with the green demon vine by the dean of the academy at that time, grew up together, after hundreds of years of training, this green demon vine in the academy is already the top existence, even the magic weapon crutch in Luo Minghua's hand is condensed by it.

It is said that after the green demon vine reaches the level of the golden pill stage, it will produce a drop of green vine essence every three years, which has a strong vitality, and is a precious and rare treasure of heaven and earth, which has no price.

The Miaoman woman looked at Guo Han with beautiful eyes, so that the hall master was very fond of him, and even exchanged a drop of Jinghua for a few promises to him!

However, Luo Minghua is old and refined, and there is no mention of when this promise will be fulfilled or whether there is a deadline.

According to Guo Han's current cultivation speed and potential, there is a great chance of achieving the Jindan Dao in the future. At that time, not a drop of Jinghua could compare to the promise of a strong Jindan monk.

The entrance of the green vine essence was like a panacea, and Lin Wuyi's face suddenly became a little ruddy, not as white as before.

The faint blue light of Jinghua actually passed through its body, nourishing its whole body, and most of the energy poured into the spirit platform, suppressing the nascent dead qi.

When Guo Han saw this miraculous effect, he was determined, as long as he could temporarily save his life, how to treat it in the future, and then slowly think of a way!

Luo Minghua said bluntly to Guo Han: "You have to remember, although I can help him suppress the dead qi, this dead qi is born from the darkness of heaven and earth, and it is difficult to eliminate things that are not against the sky." Today, he can take advantage of the dead qi to live, and live for a month or two by relying on the green spread, but after a long time, the dead qi grows, and no matter how much green vine essence there is, it will not help. ”

Guo Han knew that he couldn't force too much, so he bowed down and retired......

..........

Ten days later.

The autumn wind is in the bones, and the moon and stars are scarce.

Nanhua Mountain, Music Palace.

Guo Han was dressed in a white shirt, standing alone in a remote place in the music hall, watching the light of the stars and the moon, and smelling the wind of the dark night.

Here is the cliff of listening to the sky, a remote place in the music hall, because there is a circular mountain stone hole here, the internal canine teeth are staggered, the mountain wind blows, often forming a quite rhythmic wonderful sound. It has been said in the record that the first generation of the hall master of the music hall listened to the wind and entered the golden pill here, so the descendants called it - listening to the cliff.

However, today's autumn wind is not too big, and it does not form the wind force that plays the mountain hole. It was pitch black all around, and the shadows of the trees behind him were swaying.

Guo Han was restless and unable to enter the practice.

Lin Pinghe has not heard from him for ten days, and the person who was in charge of patrolling the vicinity of Tianfeng City has also disappeared, and everything has been cut off.

Lin Wushu was still in a coma, leaning on the green vine and holding a breath, now he could only wait for him to wake up and find some possible clues, or...... And he died in his slumber.

Guo Han took a deep breath, and the slightly cool feeling made the irritability dissipate a little.

The white-shirted man's clothes fluttered, and the silk hair on his sideburns was blown by the wind, but the handsome young man didn't pay attention at all, staring quietly and dazedly into the distance.

The mountain wind gradually began to grow stronger, and a simple "whining" sound was produced behind it.

Guo Han couldn't help but think of a young man who was on his side and chanting leisurely, a face that was not serious and smiling......

You guy, where the hell did you go, why don't you leave a message for yourself, no matter how much, I can help you, even a little...... Only a little ......

The first time, from childhood to adulthood, the first time I didn't want to cultivate, and the first time I didn't want to stay in Nanhua Mountain.

It turns out that I don't know when, with his company is called practice, and with him is called Nanhua.......

For a while, the handsome boy was a little stupid.

The night was silent, and the blackened clouds under their feet seemed to have wisdom, rolling and surging, and one by one they wanted to pull themselves with them.

The autumn wind became colder and colder, and there was a hint of biting, and my body trembled slightly......

"Zheng~"

A piano sound, breaking the dark silence, echoed in the mountains.

The wind and the harp appeared suddenly, the dazzling glow was particularly dazzling in the darkness, and the white-shirted figure rose into the air, spinning and cross-legged in the air, swinging in the cold mountain wind, and slowly sat down.

The sound of the piano is curling, soft and fine, and it is nicknamed children.

The fingers are frivolous and murmuring.

The strings twisted, the thunder cracked.

The sound followed, and the tone was low.

Guo Han pursed his lips and did not stop, pouring his heart into the piano and blowing away a sea of clouds.

Listening to the edge of the cliff, the clouds are fluttering.

Cut the water with your eyes, and pluck the autumn with your fingers.

The warbler whispered in the wind, worried into the strings.

Slowly bounce back to the geese, and play the flying canopy urgently.

The ice fountain reinvigorated, and the song finally sounded......

The figure in a white shirt, stroking the piano with both hands, gasping slightly, staring at the endless night sky, it seems that only by doing his best can he have that moment of detachment.

But after detachment, it is a clearer face.

The white-shirted figure closed his eyes and slowly recalled, bit by bit, it was a teenager who could always surprise and shock himself!

Suddenly, the handsome young man opened his eyes and raised his head, as if he was firmly saying to the starry sky: "I!

..........

The top of Nanhua Mountain, the Nanhua Palace.

There are a few ever-bright lamps in the hall, and it is empty.

Vice President Qin stood in the center of the hall with his hands in his hands, looking directly at the bright moon through the tall eaves.

In addition, the only thing that is still there is Zhang Fuxiang who is sitting, the dim yellow light is reflected on his face, and the wrinkles that seem to be flowing through the long river of history are clearly visible.

Vice President Qin stared at the full moon and said with a smile: "This moon will always be so round. ”

The old man said disdainfully: "I pursue perfection too much, but I don't know that the circle is really beautiful, I admit that the cultivation is far inferior to the person who made this thing, but his realm is a lot worse than me, and the blank is very rough!"

Vice Dean Qin smiled: "Maybe people don't think about beautiful things or not, just pinch them?"

The old man no longer spoke, but the contempt in his eyes was self-evident.

Vice President Qin's gaze fell back on the old man's face, and he sighed and said, "I feel that you are a little older, time!"

Zhang Fuxiang said lightly with an expressionless face: "I won't kick my legs now, how long can it take, I just ask God to give me a chance to look outside." ”

After that, Zhang Fuxiang also raised his head and looked at the bright moon.

Suddenly, Vice President Qin said in a low voice: "Lin Pinghe's people haven't been found yet, but there are some clues." ”

"What clues?"

Vice President Qin said slowly: "The place where the slain inspector died, and the place where Lin Pinghe finally appeared to fight has also been explored. ”

Zhang Fuxiang was silent for a moment, slowly got up, and walked out, "Let him go, he has his creation, and he has his life!"

"...... you?" Vice Dean Qin was a little puzzled.

Zhang Fuxiang left the space shrouded by the everbright lantern, his figure disappeared into the darkness, and he said hoarsely without looking back: "I'm old, I'm dizzy after thinking too much about things, and I'm too lazy to think about it......"

The old man had disappeared into the darkness, and Vice President Qin withdrew his gaze, motionless, staring at the bright moon with his hands down, not knowing what he was thinking......