White-Robed Chief

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When he woke up, Da Yuan Jing Zhi took a look at it, but it was a quiet valley, with flowers and birds, streams, and a pleasant scenery, as if it were a paradise.

He found that his injury seemed to be healed, and he looked down at his chest so busy that the original cave had healed, and he could barely see the wound. He was really godlike, and he felt that he had not been lying for too long.

Dayuan Jingzhi carefully looked around, then looked up at the sky, and he felt a sense of consciousness for a moment, and finally shook his head. According to his feelings, he should be in a coma for three days. Within three days, if he did not perform the exercises and did not use the Jingrong Jing, Healing is truly amazing and incredible.

The root of everything may be the old man who is fishing by the pool.

The old man's body was thin and slender, his hair was white, his face was clear, his eyes were kind, and he looked like a great monk, sitting quietly by the pond, holding the fishing rod still, and a gust of wind came slowly, but the fishing line was shaking slightly, but the surface of the pond was Calm as a mirror.

The puddle can't stand a little wave, as if an ancient mirror lay flat and quiet, reflecting the blue and white clouds of the sky.

Chu Li Dayuan Jingzhi looked at the old man and wanted to penetrate his heart, but was blocked by invisible power. The old man's body seemed hazy, as if he had become a glorious avatar.

Chu Li frowned. The old man had a miracle, deep cultivation, but apparently looked like a person who could not martial arts. Obviously, the miracle was amazing, there was a masking atmosphere, and convergence was wonderful.

Had it not been for Dayuan Jingzhi, he would have been concealed.

He thought it might be healed by the old man, and he could heal his own serious injuries, apparently he had a pill or healed a sacred hand. In any case, he saved his life.

Without him, I am afraid that I have already died so much that I ca n’t die again, or even have no chance to resurrect.

He coughed, breaking the tranquility of the valley.

The skinny old man sat motionless by the pond, like a stone sculpture.

Chu Li didn't make any more noise, and quickly inspected his body. Except for being weaker, he took a step backward, and there was no other injuries. If he wanted to move, he could move. If he wanted to move, he could move away.

Certainly under his heart, Dayuan Jingzhi carefully observed it again. His body observed it every time. He was relieved, and was really afraid that the old man would do something while he was in a coma.

The so-called anti-human heart is indispensable. Chu Li did not give up vigilance because the old man saved his life.

After a quarter of an hour, the old man trembled, and suddenly a flawless silver snow flew out of the water pond and landed on the grass next to it, struggling and beating, jumping high and strong.

Chu Li raised his eyebrows, this silver snow is a bit weird, much stronger than the usual fish, looking small but full of power.

The silver-haired old man reached out his hand gently, and the silverfish stopped struggling and remained motionless.

He got up, picked up the silverfish, and threw it gently.

The silverfish fell into a crockery not far away. The crockery was filled with water, and the charcoal fire underneath ignited quickly. Then, the fish began to boil, and after a while, the fragrance was overflowing.

Chu Li was tickled by this strange fragrance, so he got up and got out of bed and came to the crock pot, holding a fist and giving a gift: "Thank you senior!"

The silver-haired old man kept staring at the crock, and seemed to care nothing about his fist saluting. He waved his hand and still stared at the crock: "Needless to say, just raise your hand, can the injury recover?

Chu Li nodded and said, "Care for a while."

"It's not easy for you to recuperate," the silver-haired old man said lightly.

He kept staring at the crock, as if looking at a peerless treasure, ignoring the heat of his uncle, just staring at the crock.

Chu Li sighed: "It seems the older generation can see it."

"Well, Soul Lotus," the silver-haired old man said lightly, "there is something wonderful about it, and it has its drawbacks."

Chu Li nodded.

He practiced the Tibetan Scriptures and the Withering Sutra, and naturally knew the beauty of yin and yang, and the soul lotus could not be more flawless, just like there is no perfect person in the world.

The soul lotus is extremely wonderful, and its shortcomings are extremely terrible.

The silver-haired old man said: "Your life is good. I met my husband. Changing another person really can't take Soul Lotus."

Chu Lidao said, "Dare to ask seniors, how to heal?"

This is his most concerned issue, and he will be able to act according to law if he is injured in the future.

"That's the fish." The silver-haired old man pointed to the crock, and said lightly, "These nine **** fishes are the rare treasures in the world, and they specifically make up for the damage of soul lotus. Without this kind of fish, soul lotus is almost impossible to recover."

Chu Li frowned and said, "Seniors know why Soul Lotus has such defects?"

"Who knows?" The silver-haired old man said lightly: "It's up to you to drink and peck."

Chu Li nodded slowly, the mystery of which was really beyond words, only the prestige of nature.

"How did the predecessors know that there are Jiu Mingyu who can cure Soul Lotus?" Chu Lidao said.

The silver-haired old man said: "Of course I heard, ... I didn't expect it to be effective, it can be considered your creation."

Chu Li's fist: "Thank you senior."

"Shao, sit down and drink this jar again!" The silver-haired old man waved his hand impatiently, still staring at the crock.

Chu Li sat next to the old man in accordance with his words and looked at the clinking crocks and asked, "I haven't consulted the senior's surname."

"The same as the old man," the old silver man hummed. "Noise!"

Chu Li could only remain silent, watching the clinking jars grow louder and louder, and the aroma was getting more and more tempting. I almost couldn't help but **** it up, swallow it regardless of the heat.

Gu Yan glanced at him together, and said coldly: "Untimely!"

Chu Li nodded.

Time passed by the sound of flowing water. He felt that the days were like years. Every second was a great torment. The fragrance emitted by the crock had a fatal temptation to him. It was irresistible. He had never been so eager to get it.

He was still awake even at this time, and the big day came in motionlessly. He clearly knew that it was likely that Soul Lotus' instinctual response to Jiu Mingyu directly affected him and physically affected his spirit.

Fortunately, his soul is strong enough not to be affected by the flesh, but his sober spirit is not conducive to weakening the feeling of suffering.

It was only half an hour, but he felt that for more than a year, his body had been trembling gently, and his uncontrollable strong desire would almost drown his sobriety. If it were not forever, he would have pounced on ~ www. wuxiaspot.com ~ That's it. Gu Yantong suddenly lifted the earthen jar to leave Fo Tan, and the heat that had originally suffocated.

Gu Yi took the same palm on the earthen jar. If Chu Li was not awake, he would step forward and stop, for fear of spilling this jar of fish on the ground.

"Bang!" The white gas of the earthen jar suddenly reversed, and they all got into the earthen jar.

Gu Zhengtong nodded with satisfaction before handing it to Chu Li: "Hold it, drink it in one breath!"

Chu Li reached out to pick it up, and sighed with a long smile: "Thank you seniors!"

"Drink this jar and you will be able to leave." Gu Yan said calmly, "should heal."

Chu Li busy nodded.

He quickly opened the lid of the jar and had to drink soup. He realized that the jar was not hot, not because it was hot as imagined.

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