Stone of Other Mountains

Just when Xingzhou was about to recover, suddenly the three cities of Luoyang, Xiangyang, and Xinyang were in emergency, and all of them were cast under the eerie shadow of the evil plague.

When He Mingjun came to him to explain the emergency outside, Xun Faxue showed panic on his pale face, spit out a big mouthful of blood with a "wow", and coughed continuously.Duan Chen quickly pulled up his wrist, sending him a steady stream of spiritual energy.

After a while, Xun Faxue pulled out his wrist and shook his head at Duan Chen.

Duan Chen hurriedly said: "Master returned to Lin'an to get the medicine, let the disciples get it. Now that the master has suffered such a serious injury, how can he still go to get the medicine?"

Xun Faxue just shook his head, pointing to the door to let Duan Chen go out.It was useless for Duan Chen to call a few times, he grabbed Xun Faxue's hands angrily, and pushed him down on the bed at once.

"Master, why are you never willing to tell this disciple a word? This disciple wants to share your worries for you." He stared at Xun Faxue, but the hateful person under him just glanced at him indifferently. , without waves and waves.Duan Chen was so anxious that he was going crazy, he felt how useless he was, and he had never been able to help Master.

"Master, don't push me away, okay?" His tone softened, "I can share your worries and I want to help you."

Xun Faxue lowered his eyes and said softly: "Then you can help me go to Tianlang Cave to get back the old grass."

Duan Chen got up happily, bowed his hands and said "yes".Before leaving, he helped Xun Faxue tuck up the quilt, and left in a hurry, he must hurry up, he must hurry up.

Xun Faxue waited for Duan Chen to leave and sat up, watched the disappearing figure at the door, and took out a dagger with aura flowing from the storage bag.

He tore off his collar and took off the gauze, revealing the wound that had just healed.It was a long scratch, deep and deep into the heart.

Xun Faxue raised his dagger and stabbed without hesitation, the pain had already become numb.He skillfully cut open the spiritual root connected to the heart, and there were circles of white spiritual light around the root.With trembling white lips, he took out the original power inside.

After doing all of this, he almost passed out. He tried his best to put the original power into the bottle, and finally treated the wound by himself.He can't die yet, the outside is not peaceful, and Duan Chen is waiting for him.He can't die, he doesn't want to die.While thinking this way, he tremblingly took out a can of medicine, raised his head and drank it down.

After drinking the medicine, he slumped down, still holding the bottle firmly in his hand.Before falling asleep, he seemed to hear Song Zhi's exclamation.

It was Song Zhi who came to look for him. He wanted to know where Xun Faxue got the medicine. He had seen the medicine brought out from the Qinghe School, and it was obviously nothing special.

When he walked to the door of Xun Faxue's room, he was blocked by a thin barrier, and he easily walked in.As soon as he came in, he was shocked to see this scene.

It was dusk when Xun Faxue woke up, and the setting sun fell on the table in front of the window, which was warm and beautiful.

"Is that how you spoil yourself?" Song Zhi came out from behind the screen.

Xun Faxue found that his chest had been carefully bandaged, and his spiritual veins were not as dry as last time, so he knew that the person in front of him had saved his life.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Zhi poked his head bitterly and said, "Do you know what the original power is? If you continue to mess around like this, you will die."

"No, I have a sense of proportion." Xun Faxue turned his head away and said firmly.

"You came back to Lin'an to investigate this matter?" Song Zhi sat down beside his bed, "You really resemble Ah Ci."

This is the first time Song Zhi mentioned Xun Ciqing in front of Xun Faxue.Xun Faxue's expression moved slightly, and he couldn't help but continue to ask: "Then what kind of person is Mrs. Xian?"

Song Zhi looked up at the table next to him covered with the setting sun, and memories flooded in like a flood.

Xunciqing is Miss Xunjia, the number one sword cultivator school in Suzhou, Jiangnan. Her appearance, talent, heart, and cultivation can be called No. 1 in Jiangnan.Back then in Jiangnan, many writers and swordsmen fell in love with Miss Xun, throwing away sour love poems one after another.

However, she and Song Zhi are childhood sweethearts, and they have only Song Zhi in mind.The latter two had the same mind, and both reached the marriageable age.

That year was the centennial celebration of the world of cultivating immortals.Before the flowers and under the moon, the man is in love with the concubine, what a pair of newlyweds who are talented and beautiful.

But the sky was not as expected, and the two people who were supposed to have a good relationship for a hundred years were separated by yin and yang early on.From then on, he fell from the poor to the underworld, and he could never find the person who surprised him at a glance.

"A Ci always has righteousness in mind, and she too died of righteousness." Song Zhi lowered his head and covered his face with his hands.

In the year Moxiu invaded, if he hadn't been so cowardly, if he hadn't quarreled with her, if he had made a decision earlier, would Ah Ci have waited for him?However, without these ifs, he couldn't even get Ah Ci's bones back.

It was him who lost his Aci, that smiling girl.

"Mrs. Xian is amazing, she is a hero." Xun Faxue patted Song Zhi's shoulder, such consolation seemed feeble.

Song Zhi opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, footsteps came from outside the door, and he quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Xun Faxue! Is Duan Chen there?" Luo Jiutian yelled loudly as soon as he entered the room. This was the first time he called Xun Faxue's full name, which made him stunned.

"What's the matter, I asked him to fetch the medicine for me."

"Heming Lord, he passed away." Luo Jiutian choked up and said, "He was killed by a spell."

Xun Faxue stiffened, and asked in disbelief: "How come..." Then he quickly reacted, looking at Luo Jiutian, "Then why are you looking for Duan Chen?"

"I just want to ask him to see what kind of spell it is."

Xun Faxue didn't know what kind of expression he used to send Song Zhi and Luo Jiutian away, and how he put on his clothes. He kept repeating a sentence in his mind, Mr. He Ming was killed by a spell up.

He Mingjun's mourning hall was temporarily arranged, and his coffin was parked in the front hall.Chang Nian, Luo Jiutian, and Shen Linchuan were kneeling aside in white filial piety. When Xun Faxue saw this scene, he still felt unreal.He remembered that he was discussing how to use the medicine with Heming Jun the day before yesterday, but suddenly, it became the coffin in front of him.

Before it was time to seal the coffin, Xun Faxue made a little obeisance, and went up to check his wounds.Xun Faxue took a quick look at the runes on his neck and the disordered meridians on his arms, and they were indeed spells.What made him flustered was that there was a sense of familiarity when he touched those runes, but there was no sign of nervousness on his face.

When he was leaving, Shen Linchuan stopped him, his expression was very serious, but his voice was extremely hoarse.

"Today, Shen sincerely begs Mr. Xu Yao to find out the real culprit, because you and my senior brother have also fought side by side. My senior brother is an upright and kind person, but now he died unexpectedly. Shen is really unwilling." About to kneel down, Xun Faxue grabbed him in time.

"Mr. He Ming is a gentleman, with a high moral character, he should not have ended up like this. You don't need Mr. Shen to speak up. As a friend, I should seek justice for him."

When Xun Faxue returned to the inn, he finally didn't have to hold on anymore and fell to the ground.Before Song Zhi, only Mr. He Ming knew about the fact that he gave birth to the spiritual root, so he was the one who helped him prepare the medicine.

Now that Lord He Ming was killed suddenly, no matter whether that person knew what the antidote was or not, his purpose was to spread the plague, and he didn't want anyone to interrupt him.

Xun Faxue leaned against the wall, meditated for a while and adjusted his breathing, and his breathing gradually became smoother.Even without the medicine He Mingjun prepared, he still has other ways to survive.

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Chat about my settings.Immortal cultivators use spiritual roots as the basis. First, the spiritual roots regenerate the spiritual veins, the spiritual roots produce spiritual power, and the spiritual veins store spiritual power.As long as the spiritual root is still there, even if the spiritual vein is broken, it's okay.Secondly, ordinary cultivators have a divine element in their bodies, which is located in the brain and complements their spiritual roots.But our master, he is a bit special, not everyone can have the original power.I'll talk about what's special later