If a person who practices martial arts wants to break through his own limits, he must penetrate his own eight veins.

However, when the eight veins of the Qi Sutra are initially penetrated, a hidden vein will be formed in the body, and this hidden vein will determine a cultivator's future cultivation.

The hidden veins are divided into heavenly veins and earth veins.

The celestial vein, it goes without saying, the hidden vein is naturally opened, and if no one does it, he will not close it until he dies.

On the contrary, the leyline is different, when the hidden vein is formed, it cannot be opened normally due to some factors, so it becomes a kind of "dead vein", if you want to open it, you need some high-grade pills to assist you to open it.

At this point, the existence of the hidden vein, for a cultivator, is more important than his own life.

Here, this is by no means a big talk, but a fact, a cultivator, when he reaches a certain realm, when it is difficult to make a breakthrough, his entire life is in despair.

Among them, there will always be some people who choose to fall because they find it difficult to accept reality.

The world is full of wonders, and people like Li Changan, who are born with hidden veins, are extremely rare.

It is said that eight hidden veins were spied in his body that year.

It is good for ordinary people to have one hidden vein, but he has eight veins.

Originally, the hidden vein was more powerful than the bright vein, if the opportunity was enough, and all the eight hidden veins in his body were opened, what kind of terrifying level would the strength cultivation soar to?

"Now that his hidden veins are completely damaged, if he wants to practice martial arts, it is difficult to climb to the sky. ”

After Li Chunfeng finished speaking, he sighed lightly, and then said: "If ten thousand medicines are here, there may still be a chance." ”

In the end, Li Chunfeng didn't have half the confidence, even if he could find his best friend known as the "Medicine Immortal", but he didn't have much confidence if he wanted Li Changan to completely recover and tell the truth.

Li Qinglian looked at Li Chunfeng, who was condensed and lost, shook her head and sighed: "Nirvana is in an instant, Nirvana is in long-term treatment, Nirvana is in the hot fire, Nirvana is in the cold snow." ”

After Li Qinglian finished speaking, she said without a preface: "Falling into a well, sinking in water, born in death, dying in life, life in life, life in life." ”

Li Chunfeng ignored Li Qinglian, glanced at Li Changan on the bed, and sighed softly, "Everything is fate, and it is not up to anyone." ”

Li Chunfeng's soft sigh can be said to be the vicissitudes of the world, and the world is desolate.

Just when Li Chunfeng was moved, Li Qinglian's voice sounded, "I said that you shouldn't worry too much, this time, I must have some confidence before I came." ”

Hearing this, Li Chunfeng's spirit was lifted, his eyes lit up, his eyes were staring at Li Qinglian, and he said with an unbelievable expression: "What do you mean?"

Li Qinglian didn't answer, and said to herself: "Thirteen years ago, since I knew that someone rescued him, the old man was not idle, and in the past ten years, he has almost traveled all over the continent, just to find one person..."

When Li Chunfeng heard this, he directly interrupted Li Qinglian's words, "Who is it?"

Li Qinglian glanced at Li Chunfeng, and then said with a straight face: "Ten thousand medicines." ”

"Ten thousand medicines?" Li Chunfeng was startled.

Li Qinglian nodded.

"Found it?" asked Li Chunfeng.

Li Qinglian shook her head.

Regarding Li Qinglian's answer, Li Chunfeng instantly felt like he was being teased, but it was not easy to attack, so in desperation, he could only cast a white eye, "Then what else is there to say." ”

Li Chunfeng said, obviously a little impatient, just as he was about to get up and walk away, Li Qinglian's voice sounded, "I haven't found the medicine, but I met another person." ”

Li Qinglian's words made Li Chunfeng, who had half got up, sit back in place, and asked with a surprised expression, "Who?"

"Star Grass. ”

As soon as the word "Xingbaicao" came out of Li Qinglian's mouth, Li Chunfeng exclaimed: "Xingbaicao?"

"Hmm. Li Qinglian nodded.

Li Chunfeng didn't speak again, his body leaned back slowly, he naturally knew who Xing Baicao was, Wan Yao was a disciple of the room, it was said that his attainments in medical skills were not below his master, but, even so, he was not Wan Yao after all.

"Star Herbs..."

Li Chunfeng muttered the name of Xingbaicao, he never denied Xingbaicao's attainments in medical skills, but the matter of rebuilding the hidden vein is far from being as simple as refining two pills with your hands.

Moreover, Li Chang'an is completely damaged by the eight hidden veins, and it is not easy to completely recover.

He once heard his best friend Wan Yao Gui say that the hidden veins of the human body are damaged, and only one medicine is feasible.

That medicine has a very strange name, Meng Po Soup.

"Meng Po Soup!"

Li Chunfeng sighed lightly, for this smell only heard its name, did not see its shape, I don't know whether it is medicine or soup "Meng Po soup", he really has no trace.

Just when Li Chunfeng was feeling alone, a light cough sounded behind him.

Li Chunfeng turned around, but saw Li Qinglian clenching his fist and covering his mouth and coughing lightly.

Seeing this, Li Chunfeng saw Li Qinglian's pretense at a glance, and didn't pay much attention to it, and said: "If you have something to say, don't look mysterious." ”

was broken by Li Chunfeng's words, Li Qinglian squeaked slightly embarrassed and said, "Well, that... The throat is a little uncomfortable. ”

Before Li Qinglian's words fell, Li Chunfeng directly cast a roll of his eyes, "Don't come with me for this set." ”

"Hmm..." Li Qinglian pretended to clear her throat, then retracted the smile on her face, and said with a solemn face: "Although he didn't find Wan Yaogui, he seems to have expected that someone will look for him one day, so..."

Speaking of this, Li Qinglian glanced up at Li Chunfeng, and then wiped a dark gray ring on the index finger of her left hand, and then, a jade bottle the size of a thumb appeared in her hand.

Li Chunfeng looked at the jade bottle that exuded a faint halo in Li Qinglian's hand, and a touch of heat rose in the depths of his eyes.

Li Qinglian stared at the jade bottle for a long time, then slowly withdrew her gaze, and then looked at Li Qinglian with a little frightened eyes, and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "Meng Po soup?"

"Hmm. Li Qinglian nodded.

"Click!"

Li Chunfeng was instantly struck by lightning, his feet were unstable, his body staggered back half a step, forcibly stabilized his body, his eyes stared straight at the jade bottle in Li Qinglian's hand, and the whole person instantly seemed to be frozen, and the pestle was motionless there.

Li Qinglian didn't show much of Li Chunfeng's reaction, staring thoughtfully at the jade bottle in his hand, for this bottle of Meng Po soup, he wouldn't care about his ten years of running around the continent, he only cared about whether this little bottle of Meng Po soup could give that young man a new life.

Compared with Li Qinglian's single purpose, Li Chunfeng's heart is too complicated.

Yes, he never imagined such a day, and when this day really came, his heart was both excited and afraid.