I play games in Xianxia world

Chapter 433
"Extraordinary talent... or hard work?" Shen Ming walked aside on his own.

That pill.

In the whole world, only he can refine it, and no one can refine it with the same formula.

At least, not yet.

In the past hundred years, countless people tried to refine the elixir using the elixir formula written by Shen Ming, but no one could succeed.

But when Shen Ming opened the box and saw the pill.

The shock in my heart cannot be added.

Luo Xin actually practiced that elixir with his elixir formula.

She put the pill in front of the tomb, probably because she wanted to tell herself that she was qualified to discuss with herself.

Shen Ming sighed.

What a stubborn girl. Shen Ming looked at the tombstone.

The phoenix sword was instantly unsheathed, and Shen Ming casually carved two words on the tombstone.

"Dan Sheng!" When the words were completed.

The sky is full of red clouds, the sky is full of cranes, and countless lotus flowers rise in the sky.

Anomalies abound.

Dan Sheng, the tomb of Luo Xin.

The little alchemist looked at the scene in front of him, he couldn't believe it, it was completely beyond his comprehension.

Shen Ming turned his head and looked at the little alchemist.

"Maybe one day, you too can become a dan sage."

After saying this, Shen Ming left the alchemist club step by step like an old man on the verge of death.

Dan Sheng.

The highest honor of all alchemists, in this world, it has been too long since there has been a sage of alchemy, and it has even become a legend, even if the world calls Shen Ming a sage of alchemy.

But Shen Ming himself never thought so, because in terms of alchemy, it has nothing to do with him.

Just like a specific program.

Shen Ming didn't even need to do it himself.

But Luo Xin is different.

Shen Ming walked through many cities along the way. In those years, he walked side by side with the royal dynasty.

Vividly in my mind, non-stop flashing in front of my eyes.

Shen Ming still remembers that sweltering summer, Wang Quanchao half-jokingly said to him: "It's hot, wait until I come to rain you..."

Those years were quiet and good.

It has already passed away with the ups and downs of life's depression.

Only bits and pieces of memories are left.

Shen Ming sat cross-legged on the former battlefield, a battlefield that no one cleaned up, but the bones had already been corrupted by time.

The blown dust covered the wreckage on the ground.

There seemed to be a sound of horns echoing in my ears.

A pot of strong wine passed through the intestines and into the belly.

Shen Ming lay between the sky and the earth, and the gangster fell into a deep sleep.

After experiencing all kinds of life, walking among black mountains and white waters, even though I have been accustomed to drinking tea for a hundred years, my favorite thing is still wine.

As the saying goes, when you are drunk, you don't know the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams, pressing down on the galaxy.

Shen Ming was immersed in that dream.

He saw the person he missed day and night.

When he opened his eyes, he sighed and shook his head. The road he has traveled all these years has gone through both wind and rain, and all seasons are unimpeded. He wants to stop, but he can't.

Fueled by fate, he keeps moving forward.

Traveled to every corner of the world.

Walked all the roads that have been walked.

Shen Ming's heart was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, without any waves.

It's just that the heart-wrenching pain of the past has gradually become numb with the passage of time, or it may have been through too much, and gradually gave up.

One last place to go.

Shen Ming took a deep breath.

Morrowind City.

Back then, the world was as unreal as a dream.

Until now, Shen Ming didn't know whether he really existed or not.

He visited his old place again, but did not find Morrowind City.

But Shen Ming suddenly thought of someone.

The rich gentry whose surname is Qian and whose name is Sanshu lives in Nanjiang City.

Was he a real person?Shen Ming was silent, he still remembered that when he opened his eyes after pushing the door open, he was in the prison, if it was just a dream world.

How did Xu Fengshan meet himself?

Shen Ming walked all the way into Nanjiang City with a half-believing heart.

The moment he stepped in Nanjiang City.

Immediately, two or three elderly men came and surrounded Shen Ming.

"Master Shen, my master has been waiting for you for a hundred years..." Shen Ming didn't ask any more questions and followed the old men step by step.

money mansion.

In front of the gate, ghost coins have already fallen, and dust is everywhere. It seems that no one has taken care of it for a long time.

The overgrown weeds even popped out through the crack of the door.

Shen Ming took a deep breath.

Old friend, let's meet.

Less side.

Shen Ming followed the old man into the mansion, the door creaked extremely harshly when it was pushed open.

Qian Mansion, although it is a bit desolate now.

But it is still difficult to conceal the luxury of the year.

Walking all the way through the bridge with eighteen bends, the lake has long since dried up and is covered with moss.

"Is Mr. Qian still alive?"

Shen Ming frowned. No matter how you looked at it, this Qian Mansion didn't look like it was inhabited. Even if there was a person living there, it wouldn't be so desolate.

The old man didn't answer.

After pointing to the lobby in front of Shen Ming, he turned around and left in a hurry.

Shen Ming walked into it step by step.

He saw a dying old man, still thin and skinny, looking from a distance, like a skeleton.

on the wall behind him.

It was the calligraphy treasure I bought from Shen Ming back then.

"Old Qian?"

Shen Ming asked with some uncertainty.

After all, the current appearance has completely lost its human appearance.

Qian Sanshu is not a cultivator of immortals, he is only one or two hundred years old at most.

However, when he saw Shen Ming, he was about 80 or 200 years old. Now it has been nearly [-] years, and Qian Sanshu is at least nearly [-] years old. It seems that this is the last scene.

"Cough, cough, cough, you, cough, finally here."

Qian Sanshu was a little excited after seeing Shen Ming, but he kept coughing because of it.

Shen Ming walked over quickly.

"Don't rush, speak slowly."

Shen Ming could tell that Qian Sanshu should have died a long time ago, but he was forced to hang his breath and lived until now. I'm afraid he has something very important to say.

"Shen Ming, go to Morrowind City..."

"Just, that's right, open up a space channel... This, these are the coordinates..." Qian Sanshu raised his hand with difficulty, his bones creaking.

Shen Ming looked at the arm that was already like a dry bone.

Half of the note leaked out of Qian Sanshu's hand.

Hold tightly.

Even, the bones have already been set. For so many years, he has lived to this day with a sigh of relief just to protect such a note.

"Shen Ming, old man, before I die, I have a request. I want a pair of calligraphy of yours..."

Qian Sanshu kept coughing.

Shen Ming nodded solemnly.

Grab pens, inks, papers and inkstones at random, and spread them in front of Qian Sanshu.

Before the pen was covered with thick ink, there was a gust of wind and howling ghosts and wolves.

It was once said that when the pen falls, the heavens and the earth are shaken, and when the poem is completed, ghosts and gods are weeping.

But now.

This ratio has not yet fallen, and the poem has not been mentioned, the world has changed, and ghosts and gods are weeping.

(End of this chapter)