Picking Hibiscus in Shejiang River

It turned out to be as difficult as an ordinary child. Seeing that Dao Jue and Dao Jing took the initiative to take over this hot potato, they all heaved a sigh of relief.

Seeing that her knees were already wet with warm tears, Dao Jing patted him on the back and comforted him: "It's not like he won't come back, why bother?"

"I'm afraid..."

Yuemingxi raised his head, stared at the mountain path where Chelian disappeared for a long time, then looked down at his hands that seemed to be getting tenderer, and trembled suddenly as if sensing something, covered his cold cheeks and said bitterly :

"I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for the day when he comes back."

Dao Jue and Dao Jing were both taken aback, for a moment they didn't know how to comfort him; after a while, they could only gently pat him on the back, watching him lie in Dao Jing's arms with tears on his face after crying Sobbed and fell asleep.

Sitting under the mottled and swaying shadow of the tree, Dao Jing looked at the innocent sleeping face of the child on his knees, and then thought about the scene he saw just now. Suddenly tightened.

He had already vaguely guessed that the reincarnated mage Jiayu was forced to return to his original nature and become what he is today because he broke through the eighth layer. Thinking of Master's 40 years of desolation, when the words came to his lips, there was only a sigh.

In the end, he just said: "Brother, do you think he can still think of Master?"

Dao Jue sat beside him, thought for a while and said:

"Yes, sure."

The final chapter

The time limit Che Lian set for herself was three days.

Ming'er is not yet in his first year, and he can only last for three more days at most before he will turn into a baby lotus seed and go to the land of the fairy family. So he had to watch Ming'er abandon him.

These days, he got along so comfortably with the young Ming'er that he almost forgot about this coming nightmare. If it wasn't for the awakening of Ming'er's clothes, which became looser day by day, he couldn't imagine being satisfied with In such a current situation, what would I regret.

Therefore, even though he felt pain in his heart, he had no choice but to leave him behind for the time being, and took his manuscript of the prescription to the pharmacy in the town to refine the pill.

Three days later, he will definitely return to Xiuning Mountain with this non-toxic and harmless Sangong Pill, and Ming'er will also return to him, and all the nightmares will end. Envious mentor and apprentice couple.

He firmly believes that he has survived the last hurdle.

He took Dao Jueyu's voucher to the quiet town outside Xiuning Mountain, found the largest medicine shop in the town, and found that Kong Fan had prepared all the medicine materials for him, and even paid money and asked the shopkeeper to receive him soon. The master who would come here to borrow the land to refine medicine, as long as he reported his name, the pharmacy assistant hurriedly introduced him into the pharmacy with a complete range of medicine stoves and equipment.

Che Lian stood still by the medicine stove, and saw that there were still a few unknown medicine posts left on the desk beside him. She picked them up and read them carefully, only then did she know that her younger brother had also been thinking hard in this dark medicine stove room. However, I left the results and suggestions that I have purified to seven or eight points to my senior brother.

Looking at the familiar handwriting on the medicine post, he only felt grateful in his heart, and he didn't want to waste a moment, so he immediately lit the medicine stove to clean his hands, arranged the dried medicinal materials and poison pills one by one, and immediately Unable to understand, Andi fought hard day and night.

It's just that it is easy to say that it is not difficult to purify the original highly toxic substance and retain its effectiveness.

There are always pharmacists and poisoners in the rivers and lakes where the blades lick blood, and the lifespan of poisoners will always be shorter; after all, they have to deal with all kinds of poisons on weekdays, and they will more or less be contaminated with blood, which is not dangerous .

Che Lian hadn't done this kind of job for a long time, and because he didn't have anyone around him to test the medicine, he didn't know how much he had purified, so he had to try the medicine himself first; although he practiced many exercises , enough for him to abolish layer by layer, but the excruciating pain of Sangong is not very pleasant, and he can only grit his teeth and endure it.

Che Lian knew that there was not much time left for herself, and she could only close her eyes for half a day, and had no time to eat some food to satisfy her hunger. Whenever she found that the toxin in the refined Sangong Pill was still not clear, she took a dose of Centipede Pill Passing through the stagnant blood vessels, regardless of whether the body is still poisoned or not, after repeated attempts like this, in less than two days, the gentle finished product was finally refined.

After all, he was refining the antidote for Ming'er, and he didn't care about the cost, and consumed a lot of medicinal materials. In the end, he could only refine two pills.He took a pill, and abolished the last layer of the mental method he had practiced in the Sanbao Temple, and found that there was no more toxin accumulation, and he couldn't help but brow. He looked up and saw that it was still dark outside the medicine furnace room He hurriedly packed the remaining pill, and immediately rushed towards Xiuning Mountain, which was surrounded by clouds and mist.

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Inside Xiuning Temple.

After morning class, Daojue looked up at the thick haze covering the top of Xiuning Mountain, his brows were slightly frowned, and he felt that the weather was very ominous.

Master Chunxi has been away for two days, but there is still no sign of returning, only a little boy who is always treated with care by many beautiful masters, but always has a sad face is left in the meditation room in the southeast without thinking. , It's really pitiful to look at.

There was a whistling wind faintly coming from the dense forest in the mountain, but no birdsong or insects could be heard. Daojue stopped in his tracks, knowing that a heavy rain was coming.Just as he was about to instruct the disciples in the washing room to put away the pillows that had been hanging outside, he turned around and suddenly saw his junior brother Dao Jing walking over in a panic from the southeast.

"Brother, Master Jiayu, he, he..."

Dao Jing suppressed the horror in her heart, and said in one breath: "He seems to be getting smaller again."

Daojue was taken aback, and hurriedly went to visit Master Nagayu's former residence with his younger brother. Sure enough, under the greenery, he saw Fang woke up from a dream, a young child who was so small that he could barely stand on his feet. He was very ignorant Looking at them while dragging the much looser clothes, he raised his overly long sleeves, rubbed his eyes, and said hesitantly:

"who are you……?"

The secret method of seizing the phase, which has entered the eighth level, has been lingering in the dantian for many days, and catalyzed the last true essence in the dream. Yuemingxi is at the age when he first remembers, and he only thinks that he is still nestled in the tenderness of his mother. He fell asleep soundly in his arms, but when he woke up, he was surrounded by a group of strangers dressed as monks.

His immature head vaguely felt a little strange, but these monks who didn't seem to be malicious were born with good looks, and he was born to judge people by their appearance, so he was not afraid. He only knew that he was still in the dream when he was young. I also dared to walk around the fairy mountains in this dreamland, trying to find a familiar face.

Seeing these two beautiful masters standing in front of him silently, but did not speak, he looked around again and asked:

"Where's my mother?"

The clouds in the Xiuning Mountains are getting thicker, and the unknown cool wind seems to be blowing a little more violently. Yuemingxi sneezed, only feeling the cold and heat on his body, and he didn't see his parents to comfort him. Before that, he was still clear The little face suddenly collapsed.

Dao Jing hurriedly took off her outer robe to wrap around his body, raised her hand to touch his forehead, and found that it was extremely hot.He picked up Yuemingxi, and he could see that the little child was a bit timid, so he couldn't help but raised his head and said: "Senior brother..."

Before he finished speaking, Dao Jue stretched out his hand to signal him not to make a sound, and after he pondered for a long time, he looked at Yue Mingxi and said seriously:

"Master Jiayu; you were originally Master Jiayu in my Xiuning Temple. In this life, your name is Yuemingxi, and the person you love is called Chelian... Do you remember him?"

The continuous high fever has burned Yuemingxi into a little confusion.He is still young, and he still can't understand many grown-up terms. After thinking about it in confusion, he still shook his head with difficulty. "Cherian..." he murmured, "Who is that?"

Dao Jue and Dao Jing fell into silence again, and they both understood.

Daojue paused for a moment, and saw with his clear eyes that purple aura was already emerging from Yuemingxi's high-heated body. They already know what they should do.

"This is the end of the matter," he said calmly, "Junior Brother, let me teach all the disciples in Xiuning to take a bath and get ready, and gather in the main hall to burn incense and chant sutras in the afternoon...to make him immortal."

Dao Jing was startled, looked at the little boy who fell asleep in his arms again for a long time, and nodded sadly like him.

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At the same time, Che Lian was anxiously rushing back to Xiuning Mountain.

In order to protect the only pill in his arms, he didn't ride a horse. Instead, he spent a lot of money to hire a carriage from the town's cart workshop, and hired an extremely experienced coachman to drive it for him. Minger meet soon.

Seeing that the master was in such a hurry, the coachman thought he was going a long way, but he just wanted to go to the nearby Xiuning Mountain by himself. Yes, I'm afraid it won't take a lot of time; but seeing that the master was so generous, and gave him a gold ingot, he also hurried on the road with a smile on his face.

When she arrived at the entrance of the town, Che Lian leaned out of the carriage and glanced at the long official road in front of her, and suddenly said:

"Master, the official road is too time-consuming. Let's take the trail on Hulupo to the west."

The coachman was taken aback when he heard the words, and really didn't understand Chelian's impatience. He turned his head while holding the whip in his hand and said, "Master, even if we go straight up the official road up the mountain, it's only an hour longer than the small road on Hulupo. It's much more stable; I've heard my old lady talking about it these days, saying that Hulupo moved some bandits from Hunan a few days ago.