The Fall God Calendar 483 years, winter. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Situ Jin withdrew the reward notice with two Seven Star Rocks as a reward, and immediately announced to the monks of Nameless Island that Lan Feng had died in the Burning Immortal Valley.

In April of the following year, the Seven Stars Sect recruited disciples, and Situ Jin entered the secret room and began a hundred-year retreat.

The name Lan Feng has been known to everyone, and for a while, it was a pastime for many people in their leisure time, and it has also become a big joke in the cultivation world.

After all, waste wood can't become a genius, after all, this world still speaks with strength in the end.

Mingxin Pavilion, in a golden room, there was a sigh.

"Yan'er, Senior Brother Lan Feng is really dead, and the only glimmer of hope left in my heart has been completely wiped out. A man sat on a bed made of gold bricks and shook the hand of the fiery marionette beside him.

"Giggle!" the puppet let out an eerie laugh.

The man frowned and said with a wry smile: "Decades have passed, but you are still smiling like this, it seems that in the future, I will need to use something to support you." ”

He took out a knife from the storage bag around his waist, walked to the table and sat down, looked at a huge wooden embryo carefully, and muttered, "Not everyone can let me make a puppet for him." ”

......

On the nameless island, there is a very ordinary small town, ten years ago, an old man came here, and he opened a pharmacy here with a woman in purple with not very good eyes.

This old man was a skilled doctor, but he had a very strange personality, and he always had a black card in front of his shop, and if anyone wanted to see him, he had to pay for the medicinal herbs written on the black card.

Over time, the old man became known to the townspeople as Mr. Black Label, and he became quite famous.

On this day, the front of the store was full of people, and they were chattering.

"Did the old gentleman oversleep today?"

"How is it possible, for ten years, he opened the door in the early hours of the morning every day, and today he didn't even hang out the sign, it won't be ......" The person who spoke turned pale and quickly covered his mouth.

"Don't talk nonsense, the old gentleman is a living bodhisattva, and he will definitely live a long life. ”

"Although the medicinal materials written on the black card are different every day, they are all common medicinal materials, so that even if you are poor, you will not be distressed by the lack of money to treat the disease. ”

......

There are different opinions, but the pharmacy, which has never closed its doors for ten years, has not opened until noon today.

There is a large medicine garden behind the pharmacy, which is full of all kinds of medicinal herbs.

A hunched old man with a cane on his crutches stared at the various medicinal herbs he had collected over the past ten years, his brows furrowed.

Behind him, stood a slim woman, dressed in a long purple dress, with the face of a closed moon and a shy flower, staring straight ahead.

As the saying goes, the eyes are the windows of the soul, if you look closely, you will find that this woman's eyes are hollow, and there is no brilliance in them, so she can't see any emotion, but the tears that continue to overflow from her eyes show that her mood at the moment must be extremely sad.

"Looks like there's no other way to treat your eyes. The old man sighed.

The woman wiped away the crystal clear tears from her face, "plopped" and knelt on the ground.

This woman was none other than Moli.

"Ah Li, you ...... What are you doing here?" the old man stared at the woman in surprise.

Tears flowed silently down her eyes again, and after a long silence, she sobbed, "Grandpa Pharmacist, you ...... Can you still save him?"

The old pharmacist's face sank, he turned his head, sighed deeply, shook his head, and said, "After so many years, do you still miss him?"

Mo Li was already trembling and couldn't cry.

"You've already saved him once, is it useful? The monk on Nameless Island is right, he's a useless man. I still want to retrieve the spirit spirit of the Purple Yan Sect, but he actually died in the Burning Immortal Valley, I hate it!" the old medicine master trembled with anger.

"Father is dead, grandpa is dead, Brother Lan is also dead, what is Li'er still doing in this world?"

Hearing Mo Li's self-talk, the old pharmacist turned his head sharply, and at first glance he saw a short knife in her hand.

"Bang!" the old pharmacist knocked the knife in Mo Li's hand to the ground with a palm, and reprimanded: "Girl, are you worthy of the ancestors of the Ziyan Sect by doing this?"

Mo Li sat on the ground and shook his head.

"In order to protect you, the old sect master risked his own life, have you forgotten the last wail of the strong men who died on the battlefield?"

The old medicine master's face was gloomy, he looked at the white clouds floating in the sky, shook his head and said, "If you do this, are you worthy of the flat avenue that thousands of strong men of my Purple Yan Sect have paved for you with their corpses? Since you are the descendant of the Purple Yan Sect, you should be strong." ”

"Li'er is wrong. Mo Li wept bitterly.

The old pharmacist helped Mo Li up, and said with a sad face: "Child, Lan Feng is dead, and I don't want to pursue it any further, grandpa can't be sure if he can cure your eyes, but I have the confidence to restore your cultivation." When you recover, let's go. ”

"Where am I?," Mo Li looked solemn.

The old medicine master sighed deeply, looked at a mist-shrouded mountain in the distance, and said with a smile: "This is there. ”

Mo Li followed his gaze and frowned, "That's a sect." ”

"Yes, Grandpa Medicine Master has lived in the world for so long, and he can finally go down to accompany the old sect master. The old medicine man smiled slightly.

"Grandpa Pharmacist, what do you mean by that?" Moli wondered.

"Have you ever heard of the Yuan Shen Sacrifice Refining Method?" the old medicine master's eyes flashed, and he stared at Mo Li with a kind face.

Mo Li frowned and shook his head.

"Ah Li, Grandpa Medicine Master knows that it is a very cruel thing to leave you alone in the world, but there is no way out, the future of the Ziyan Sect can only depend on you. ”

"Grandpa Pharmacist, don't leave Mo alone, beg ......"

Before Mo Li finished speaking, he suddenly felt a wave of nausea, his body went limp, and he fell into the arms of the old medicine man.

With a slight wave of his hand, the thousands of medicinal materials in the pharmacy all floated into the gourd on his waist.

......

It was a certain day in the middle of summer, and the daylight was just right, and Mo Li woke up in a groggy state, and she faintly heard the chirping of cicadas.

When she opened her eyes, she found that her vision was much clearer than before, though it was still a little blurry.

It was an empty room, with a letter on the table in the center, already covered in dust.

Getting up and coming to the table, she could see three large and clear words written on the envelope, "A Liqi".