I'm actually an alchemist

Chapter 245

It was March, and the weather was still expected to be chilly.

However, several plum blossoms in the corners of rich and powerful families have quietly bloomed.

On the Witch God Tower.

The Pope, dressed in a gray robe, stood leaning on a railing, looking at the city of Chang'an in the setting sun.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the entire misty city of Chang'an an intoxicating golden red.

Such a majestic landscape, in the eyes of the Pope, is a bit waning.

The prestige of the Wushen Temple, like the setting sun, is about to set.

The glory of the millennium may have withdrawn from the stage of history.As the deacon of the temple, the pope knew that he could not absolve himself of the blame. It could even be said that he was the sinner of the temple.

Decades ago, when the last pope was dying, he told him.

We must manage the temple well and not ask him to restore its former glory, but we must also ensure that the status of the temple is safe.

But all that is gone.

The Pope sighed softly, his mouth full of bitterness.

I don't have much time, and it won't be long before I go to the embrace of the witch god.

But thinking of all the stupid things he has done since he became Pope, the Pope felt a torment in his heart.

If I really met Master, how should I explain to him.

"Your Majesty, it's time to dine!"

The old man beside him reminded him respectfully.

The Pope is getting old.

The body is getting worse day by day, especially in the past few years, what happened in the temple has made the Pope exhausted physically and mentally.

As a servant, watching the Pope grow old day by day, he felt very uncomfortable.

"Look a little longer!"

Pope said softly.

The old servant sighed softly, took a step back, and waited quietly.

"The sunset is infinitely good, but it's only near dusk!"

The Pope looked at the setting sun, Chang'an, and softly recited a sentence.

I heard that this poem came from Stormwind City in the west, and now everyone in Chang'an City is singing it.

The Pope didn't like poetry at all.

But in such a situation, he felt that this poem was very appropriate for the occasion and emotion.

However, at this moment.

A waiter in a black robe hurried across the square and walked into the Witch God Tower.

Not long after, a waiter reported outside the door: "Your Majesty the Pope, there is an urgent report coming back from outside the Great Wall!!"

Hearing this, the old servant immediately walked out of the room and fetched the report.

"Your Majesty!"

The old servant raised his hands and said.

"Read!"

The Pope still looked at the sunset and said lightly.

The old servant opened the scroll, and after looking at it, his face flushed with excitement.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, great joy!"

The old servant said excitedly: "The God of Lieyan said that in the Qijia Village in Saibei, Yang Qing, the gray-robed wizard of the temple, suddenly realized the light of the witch god, and advanced to be an envoy..."

The Pope immediately turned his head and snatched the scroll with his hands.

The scroll was urgently sent by Lie Yan Zhan.

It described in detail, what Lieyan Shenzuo and Yang Qing had seen and heard in Qijia Village, and even every word said by the old man who had returned from seeing his husband.And later, Yang Qing felt something in his heart, thinking of the common people, so he was blessed, and finally comprehended the ultimate witchcraft of the light of the witch god.

After taking a look, he was already in tears.

Flame God Throne likes to be carefree and free, and rarely interferes with the affairs of the temple.However, his faith was extremely firm.Whether in the temple or in the imperial court, the position of the Flaming God Throne is not much different from that of the pope.

Just like that, every word spoken by Lie Yan Zuo is extremely weighty.

"Ha ha……"

The pope's beard flew with excitement.

"The Light of the Witch God, the Light of the Witch God..."

With tears in the corners of the Pope's eyes, he said with tears of excitement, "Bless the Sorcerer God, bless the Sorcerer God, God will not perish for my Sorcerer Temple..."

The old servant was equally excited and burst into tears.

The Light of the Witch God is the supreme sorcery of the Witch Temple.

The light of the witch god has a miraculous healing function.

It can even be made of human flesh and bones.

The healing effect of this witchcraft is simply against the sky.

However, this is only a therapeutic effect.The most important significance of the Light of the Witch God is its religious significance.

The Light of the Witch God is unique.

In the entire wizarding world, only one person can comprehend it, and it is absolutely impossible for two to appear at the same time.

It is the mark of the witch god.

Its appearance represents that the glory of the witch god has come to the world again.

In other words, it is the only witness that the witch god still blesses Dazhou.

"Wang Zhong!"

His Majesty the Pope took a deep breath, turned his head and said to the old servant: "Pass my Pope's decree, the eight gods must be present at the Witch God Ceremony on the fifth day of May, to welcome the envoy to the world! They are ready for the envoys to come and coronate, there must be no mistakes!"

The old servant bowed and took the order: "Here!"

Wait until the old servant leaves.

Only then did the Pope turn his head, looking at Chang'an under the setting sun with high spirits.

"The Cangshan Mountain is like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood!"

The Pope took a deep breath, held the fence tightly, and said with firm eyes.

……

In the middle of March.

Yang Qing's convoy had already entered Yinshan Pass, and went all the way south along the official road, heading straight for Chang'an.

On the loess plateau with ravines and ravines, wind and sand filled the road ahead.

In the yellow sand all over the sky, the poplar trees in the gullies quietly sprouted new green shoots.

A convoy is slowly moving forward in the yellow sand all over the sky.

Old man Liu was sitting at the front of the car, waving a whip, wearing a sheepskin waistcoat, and driving the car leisurely with his legs crossed, and Xin Tianyou sang a show.

"...the green willow leaves are new.

Junjun's younger sister is in my brother's heart.

Brother misses sister every day.

Sister, you know brother's love.

......"

Yang Qing looked at Old Man Liu who was driving ahead.

Can't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

Originally, this guy was already one of the important generals under Yang Qing, in charge of an important commercial transportation team, and also the biggest spy chief in Stormwind City.

But the old man refused to agree with him life and death, so he changed people to drive the car.

Others asked what the reason was, but old man Liu said: This is his business.

Others only thought that old man Liu was flattering the lord.

But in fact, anyone who is familiar with old man Liu knows it.

This is a heart disease of the old man.

There are very few people who know about it, that is, the few people who were a few years ago.

Yang Qing, Agui, Cheng Mengnan, and Shen Zuo.

When the few people spent the night in the desert, they drank wine around the campfire and chatted about some things in the past.

It is said that when old man Liu was young, his parents died early.

He spent his childhood with one of his uncles without care.

But his uncle was not a good guy either. Taking advantage of Old Man Liu's young age, he coaxed Old Man Liu's few acres of land left by his father under the instigation of his wife.When old man Liu was 13 years old, he found an excuse and kicked him out.

The homeless old man Liu has learned to live independently.

Later, he entered the landlord's house as a long-term worker.

Because of a coincidence, one of the landlord's maids, a girl named Qian'er, was saved.

In addition, old man Li looked handsome when he was young.

As time went by, she fell in love with the maid Qian'er.

Old man Liu said that the best years of his life were the days when he was driving an ox cart and Qianer was sitting in the cart, and they were talking and laughing carefree in the Qingqing wilderness.

But later, the relationship between the two was discovered.

Qian'er was soaked in a pig cage by the owner and thrown into the river, and old man Liu was given medicine and buried alive.

But no one expected that, although Old Man Liu was out of touch, he was actually a guy with extraordinary talent, with a natural anti-drug physique.After being fed medicine and buried in the soil, he didn't die, but crawled out.

At night, he sneaked into the landlord's house and set fire to the whole manor.

Afterwards, he went to the riverside, the place where Qian'er was thrown into the river.

He knelt all night.

Later, he left that place and joined the army.

Fighting, doing meritorious service, killing people, retiring from the army, and being a bodyguard.

At that time, Agui and others heard the words, but they didn't speak, they just patted old man Liu on the shoulder.

But Yang Qing asked with a lewd smile: "Did you drive the bullock cart on the Qingqing Prairie and did nothing else?"

Old man Liu looked dull.

……

Xintianyou's singing voice drifts away with the wind.

Green willows, yellow dust all over the sky.

In the wind and sand, the convoy walked through the high slopes of loess and entered the Weihe Plain.

seven days later.

The Xiongcheng in the distance, like the Fantian Seal in the myth, is built on the ancient land of Guanzhong.

The majestic city is majestic and magnificent!
Chang'an City has arrived!
(End of this chapter)