Jiumang Mountain, the peaks are stacked, the clouds and mist are shrouded, a mountain path is winding, and the distant peaks are looming in the clouds......

In the depths of the mountains, a young man in cloth is carrying a bamboo basket and walking along the mountain road!

The boy looked like he was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and although he was dressed simply, he could not hide his beauty. The boy grew up in the mountains and lived with his grandfather, who was a famous doctor in the area, and is now 100 years old. Due to his advanced age, he could no longer go into the mountains to collect medicine, but fortunately, he passed on his medical skills to the young man, and every few months, the young man would go up the mountain to collect medicine.

A few days ago, a person who looked like a scholar came to the depths of Jiumang Mountain, looking for the young man's grandfather, this person was a fairy bone, talking extraordinary, at a glance, he knew that he was a master of the Tao, but this person walked with difficulty, and it was not difficult to find that he had been seriously injured under a closer look. It's just that the injury suffered by this person is strange, and under the inquiry of his grandfather, he learned that he was originally injured by a demon and was deeply poisoned, and now he is fortunate to be able to insist on coming here without dying.

The demonic poison of the Taoist is too deep, and his cultivation is destroyed, because he is far away from the master, he has no choice but to find a mortal master for treatment. There was a rumor in Jiumangshan that the young man's grandfather had a pair of wonderful hands, no matter how serious the disease was, he had the ability to rejuvenate.

After seeing the Taoist's injury, the young man's grandfather frowned tightly and remained silent for a long time.

"Old man, now that the demons are rampant in the world, it is the unshirkable responsibility of my generation to eliminate the demons and defend the Dao, and now it is not a pity to be injured and killed by the demon poison, but I can't tell the master of the devil's whereabouts, it's really sad!" the Taoist lamented.

Seeing that man was upright, the young man's grandfather couldn't bear to let him die.

"Don't worry, don't worry, this poison can be cured by extraordinary medicines, although it is incurable, but it can be controlled, if you use the smallpox on the Feixue Peak of Jiumang Mountain to match with Ganoderma lucidum, plus a few flavors of medicine, the old man can ensure that this poison does not attack within 100 days. ”

The Taoist thought that he would be able to return to his master in a hundred days, and he would not miss the demon elimination plan of the ancestor and others, and at the same time, his life could be saved.

"It's just that the flower grows on the top of Feixue Peak, and ordinary people are afraid that they can't ......," the young man's grandfather said here, and did not continue.

The man understood as soon as he heard it, but unfortunately he couldn't fly at this time, so what should be done about this medicine collection?

The face of the Taoist changed again and again, the demon poison was slowly attacking, the young man walked in front of his grandfather, and whispered a word, the Taoist did not hear clearly, but he saw that after the young man finished speaking, the old man's face sank at first, and then returned to normal, and the young man smiled......

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Soft fingers caressing, the sound of the piano, a hundred flowers smiling in the spring breeze;

In the Flying Snow Fairy Hall of the Immortal Palace, the fairy in white holds the guqin, and his face is like still water.

Outside the hall, an old man with white eyebrows has stepped on the clouds!

The immortal decree has been made, and the matter is irreparable.

The fairy in white sighed softly, revealing infinite sadness!

This lament suddenly turned into ten thousand wisps and scattered to the mortal world, and for a time a hundred flowers were lost......

The maid knew her master's thoughts, and hesitated for a moment before taking a step forward.

"Fairy, that smallpox in Jiumang Mountain seems to be about to bloom, did you pick it?"

The fairy in white smiled bitterly, "After a hundred days, I will no longer be a fairy in this Flying Snow Palace, no one can resist the immortal decree, and the things in the mortal world should stay in the mortal world." ”

"Fairy, it's not your fault, the Immortal Emperor is unfair to you, why don't you explain the truth?" Xiaomei took a step forward, "If there is chaos today, the fairy world is rampant with demons, why let the fairy go down to earth at this time?"

The fairy in white shook her head lightly and put down the guqin casually.

"It's useless, do you want me to resist the decree?"

"Xiaomei doesn't dare!"

Thinking of the end of the resistance, Xiaomei couldn't help but tremble!

Seeing Xiaomei's appearance, the white-clothed fairy felt a dark in his heart, why don't I want to resist the decree, now everyone in the fairy palace knows that I am not a monk in this world, the fairy emperor doubts my origin, where I come from I still don't know, how to say it clearly? Now the fairy emperor is really angry, so I go down to the earth to recultivate, a body of cultivation is dispersed, the memory will be sealed, if there is no chance, I am afraid it will be difficult to awaken.

Anyway, after today, there will be no more flying snow fairies in this fairy palace.

"Xiaomei, is the smallpox you said about to bloom?"

"In a few days, the smallpox will bloom, and the young man in the mortal world who is clothed and collecting medicine is heading to Feixue Peak, if he sees it, he will definitely steal it, and the smallpox is a fairy, you have worked hard. ”

Unless I agree, no one can take that smallpox, unless he is......

"Got it, go ahead"

Well, let's go and have a look, but I want to. Once a hundred days have passed, everything in the past life and this life will be nothing......

The fairy in white thought and disappeared into the temple!

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