Rebirth: Holding on to the golden thigh and showing off

The people around gradually approached, and they all said the same thing as Chu Yan in unison, how could they treat their master like this.

"Yuwei, why are you doing this to me?"

"Yuwei, why are you doing this to me?"

"Yuwei, Chu Yan is your master."

I looked at the people around me, gasping for breath, but there was a determination in my heart that kept me going.

"Chu Yan, she is just a thief who steals other people's luck to improve herself. She is not my master. My master is Xuan Qingli."

I remembered everything and detonated the alchemy furnace again, and the entire illusion shattered.

Xuan Qingli was sitting quietly on the ground, with a slightly frown on her face. She was still so eye-catching. This was my contractor.

Other trial participants also sat around the stone tablet, with different expressions on their faces, and everyone was immersed in the illusion created by the "Seven-story Pagoda Secret Realm".

......

Xuan Qingli was suffering from the cold poison, and his whole body felt cold and painful, but he was used to it.

He was used to bearing it all alone. He didn't want to make his father and mother sad, nor did he want to make his master, the Buddhist sect, worry.

Anyway, he was alone and had nothing to fear.

"Your Highness, why have you been absent-minded since you came from the Purple Mansion Secret Realm?" Qing Si was very worried about Xuan Qingli. Your Highness had to bear the attack of the cold poison by himself just now.

But even if he said it, he couldn't help and could only worry.

"It's nothing. I just feel like there are some things I didn't bring out. Qingsi, go and get busy." Xuan Qingli wanted to be alone, so he followed his intuition.

During this period, everything went according to plan, no different from the past.

Xuan Qingli always felt particularly peaceful, looking at the pastries in front of him thoughtfully. This was not what he usually liked to eat. Qingsi had been with him for so many years and understood his taste.

"Qing Si, why did you bring the butterfly cake here?"

"Your Highness, I'll take what's prepared for Tianyuan."

Xuan Qingli continued to observe. There were many more cushions in his room, many snacks on the tea table, and a swing under the big tree in the yard...

These were not his lifestyle habits, he had forgotten something.

Knowing that Xuan Qingli had suffered another attack of the cold poison, Qing Si fed him a special Lieyang Pill, which contained very pure wood spiritual energy, which felt inexplicably familiar.

Every disciple of the Buddhist sect who has achieved the golden elixir level must go down the mountain to gain experience.

"Your Highness, let me follow you. I can follow you from a distance." How could Qing Si feel at ease letting Xuan Qingli go out alone? What if the cold poison took effect?

"Don't worry." Xuan Qingli went down the mountain alone without saying goodbye to anyone else.

He stared at a tofu pudding vendor passing by at the foot of the mountain.

"Buddha, this tofu pudding is fresh. Would you like a bowl?" the aunt greeted warmly.

"Then have a bowl."

Xuan Qingli felt that the tofu pudding tasted fragrant, smooth and sweet. It was indeed the same flavor. No wonder she liked it and clamored to eat it often.

who is she?

Xuan Qingli was suddenly shocked, looked up and looked around. The market was still bustling with the sounds of buying and selling.

His heart was extremely lonely, out of tune with the lively scene around him.

"Your Highness, we have found the transformation grass. Do you think we should give it to the sect or keep it for ourselves?" The jade box in Qing Si's hand was on the table.

The shapeshifting grass was emitting fluorescent light.

"We keep it for ourselves, leave it to..." Xuan Qingli blurted out without thinking. Who would he leave the transformation grass to? He obviously didn't have a contracted spirit beast.

In the capital of Qinglong Kingdom, outside the Lotus Hall in Qinglong City, a carriage was parked at the door for a long time.

"Your Highness, what's wrong with you during this period of time? You are always in a trance. Has your cold poison worsened again?" Qing Si looked anxious. Xuan Qingli could not make any mistakes.

The elders of the Buddhist and Medicine sects already had a detailed antidote for his cold poison.

"Go to the Lotus Hall and buy some cakes. She loves them."

"Your Highness, who likes to eat?"

Xuan Qingli did not answer. He had forgotten something. He had forgotten someone who was very important to him. She was present in everything that happened to him.

His heart felt a little empty.

When Xuan Qingli vomited blood again due to the cold poison, everyone in the Imperial City of Qinglong City was frightened and at a loss as to what to do.

"Qingli, don't scare your mother." Wen Qi could no longer cry. Why should her child suffer like this? She would rather the cold poison remain in her body.

"Qingli." The king of a country, Xuan Zeyu, also had red eyes. He really couldn't help it.

His and Wen Qi's first and last child.

Xuan Qingli opened his mouth but couldn't speak. He wanted his father and mother not to be sad, because he had his brothers and sisters to accompany him...

younger siblings?

How could he have such an idea? His mother was injured by the cold poison and could not get pregnant again, but he really wanted his father and mother to have another baby.

In case he was gone, there were people behind to double accompany the two of them.

"Your Highness, you should hold this piece of wood essence to recover your spiritual energy first. Medicine Sect is already trying to refine a pill to cure the cold poison." Qing Si was in tears, and this time he vomited blood more severely than ever before.

"You have to hold on. We will always be by your side. You are a disciple of the Buddhist sect, and you will definitely get through this difficult time!"

Xuan Qingli didn’t know how to comfort Qingsi, so she could only pat his hand gently and tell him not to worry.

Outside the courtyard stood the royal family of Qinglong Kingdom. They watched the pharmacists coming in and out and gathered around to discuss something.

They also attached great importance to Xuan Qingli's situation. The Emperor of Qinglong Kingdom, Xuan Zeyu, had only one son. If he was gone, their offspring would have a chance.

Who wouldn’t be jealous?

Xuan Qingli knew that outsiders were keeping a close eye on his condition, and he was a little helpless.

Obviously the cold poison has...

Xuan Qingli stroked the wood essence in his arms. Could it be that the cold poison had been cured? What was he thinking? He didn't quite believe his own naivety.

Hasn't he already accepted the consequences of death?

He thought he didn't care, but looking at his father and mother's increasingly thin bodies, Qingsi's red and swollen eyes, and his master's reluctant look, he realized that he was just deceiving himself.

After vomiting blood again, Xuan Qingli fainted.

A childish voice came to his ears while he was dazed.

"I have a way to cure the cold poison in your body, but I need you to sign an equal contract with me. Ordinary spiritual plants are certainly not allowed. But I..."

"Jade Green Spirit Ginseng, Yu Wei."

Xuan Qingli knew that he was in an illusion. He thought that the incident with Han Du was over, but it turned out that fear was still deeply engraved in his heart.

After all, he had been suffering from the cold since he was a child, and he thought he was numb, but it turned out that he was not.

If it weren't for Xiaowei, he would really die like in the illusion, and those who cared about him would be deeply hurt.

He really needs to thank Xiaowei.

......

Shang Xichen looked at the enlarged face of Ji Chengfeng, the head of the Medicine Sect, and couldn't help but step back quickly. It was so scary.

"Xichen, your sect's affairs have not been dealt with yet, where do you want to go?" Ji Chengfeng had a headache, this Shang Xichen always ran away and didn't deal with things.

"Master, I..."