Five kinds of medicine in another world

Hengdao County, Hengdao Escort Agency, retreat room.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, more than eight years have passed. During this period, Gu Shijiu lay there quietly as if he was sleeping, without moving a muscle.

At this moment, he was deeply trapped in a strange and bizarre dream, struggling and at a loss.

Gu Shijiu in the dream was still the highly respected scientist. He focused on those boring experiments day after day, with a satisfied and gratified smile on his face all the time.

However, for some reason, an inexplicable feeling of emptiness lingered in his heart, making him feel confused and lost.

Just as his thoughts were in a mess, the glass bottle that Gu Shijiu was holding tightly in his hand suddenly lost control, and with a slight tremor in his body, it fell to the ground in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, a jaw-dropping scene took place—a ball of blazing fire suddenly rose up, raging and dancing like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins.

In a flash, the entire laboratory was engulfed in raging flames, forming a horrifying sea of ​​​​fire. The fire was so fierce that it seemed to burn everything to ashes.

not good.

Gu Shijiu's face suddenly changed, and he was horrified. He widened his eyes, looked at the raging fire in front of him, and without hesitation reached out to grab the fire extinguisher beside him.

He gripped the handle of the fire extinguisher tightly and felt his hands trembling slightly.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself, then aimed the fire extinguisher at the most intense part of the fire and pressed the handle hard.

A stream of white fire extinguishing agent gushed out, like a powerful airflow rushing towards the sea of ​​fire.

However, surprisingly, despite the continuous spraying of extinguishing agent from the fire extinguisher, the fire showed no sign of abating. The raging fire was still raging, as if it didn't care about the small fire extinguisher at all.

Beads of sweat began to appear on Gu Shijiu's forehead. He stared at the fire nervously, praying silently in his heart that this disaster could be brought under control as soon as possible.

He knew he couldn't just sit there and wait for death, and he had to find a way to take more effective measures to put out the fire.

Gu Shijiu suddenly had an idea in his mind, as if he had remembered something important. His right hand seemed to be out of control, waving in the air, and his fingers kept making all kinds of strange movements.

Gradually, a vague word "water" appeared in the air, but it looked shaky and trembling.

At this moment, an amazing scene happened! As the word "water" became clearer and clearer, a huge stream of water fell from the sky.

The water flowed down like a waterfall, accurately pouring on the blazing flames. In an instant, the flames were completely suppressed, and the raging fire was quickly extinguished, leaving only a wet ruin and water vapor in the air.

Gu Shijiu seemed to have had all his strength drained away. He fell limply onto the cold, hard ground. His eyes were confused and dull, and he stared straight at his hands, as if there was some shocking secret in them.

At this moment, an unfamiliar memory suddenly came to his mind, surging like a tidal wave, instantly overwhelming his consciousness.

“Who am I? I am Dr. Tianwen… I am Tianwen?”

Gu Shijiu muttered to himself, his voice trembling with uncontrollable fear. He tried desperately to deny this sudden memory, but the images kept playing in front of his eyes like a movie, becoming clearer and clearer.

“No, no, no! I am not Tianwen, I am Gu Nineteen, I am Gu Nineteen!”

Gu Shijiu held his head in pain and let out a low groan.

He felt like his brain was about to explode, the pain was unbearable. At the same time, a faint voice deep in his heart kept telling him: All this is real, you have to face reality.

In this fierce ideological struggle, Gu Shijiu's face turned pale as paper, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, soaking his clothes.

His body was shaking slightly, and it seemed that he might collapse at any time. However, despite the great pain, he still covered his head tightly, trying not to let himself fall into madness.

Suddenly, Gu Shijiu stood up abruptly, and the confusion in his eyes gradually faded away.

"I am Tianwen, but I am dead. I am now Gu Nineteen. My master is Jiang Heng, and the person I like is Zhao Hongling. I am the chief elder of the Hengdao Escort Agency, and I am Gu Nineteen!"

Gu Shijiu murmured to himself, his tone becoming more firm and powerful.

Gu Shijiu suddenly realized that everything around him was gradually blurring and disappearing, replaced by endless darkness.

Faced with this sudden change, he did not panic. Instead, he smiled slightly, and then began to practice the Nine Secrets of the Horizontal Sword according to the steps he had already memorized.

As the technique was being performed, Gu Shijiu was surprised to find that the fifth secret of the Nine Secrets of the Horizontal Sword was surprisingly easy, as if it came naturally and fluently.

This wonderful experience aroused his curiosity, so he continued to practice with great interest and successfully completed the sixth and seventh secrets.

However, when he reached the eighth secret of the Nine Secrets of Horizontal Sword - the Sword-Leaving Style, that familiar feeling of tearing came again, surging like a tide.

Despite this, Gu Shijiu was not afraid at all, and he concentrated on feeling the surge and changes of the power in his body.

Gu Shijiu seemed to be addicted. He practiced over and over again, not caring about the pain in his body at all.

Qinglong crawled out from Gu Shijiu's soul imprint, looked at Gu Shijiu's torn body with some confusion, and tried to feel what Gu Shijiu was thinking at the moment.

Qinglong looked carefully, but found that it could only see a knife, a big knife that spanned the sky and the earth. Qinglong shook his head and sighed softly:

"Another evildoer. This human race is indeed the chosen one of heaven. It seems that we may be able to survive the day of the immortal's arrival."

Qinglong had just finished sighing when he saw Gu Shijiu's aura suddenly surge, and a pressure belonging to an eighth-level saint instantly emanated.

"Saint, Saint, how is it possible!"

Qinglong was shocked. He thought that it would be great if Gu Nineteen could completely absorb his energy and reach the seventh-level peak of the Dart Emperor. He didn't expect that Gu Nineteen could actually break through to the eighth-level Saint.

Gu Shijiu slowly opened his eyes, looked at the floating Azure Dragon in front of him, smiled slightly and said:

"Senior Qinglong, long time no see."

Looking at Gu Shijiu who opened his eyes, Qinglong shook his head and smiled:

"It's been eight years. You finally woke up. Now don't call me senior. I was only an eighth-level saint back then. Now you can be on par with me."

Gu Nineteen said softly:

"You will always be my senior, Senior Qinglong, let's go out and take a look."

Gu Nineteen said with a smile.

"Well, let's take a look at the world eight years from now."

Qinglong responded and went into the soul seal.