Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

Wen Song squatted down and pulled out a coniferous weed tentatively. As soon as the clinker touched it, the blue color instantly turned into a green glow, which went straight to his sea of ​​consciousness. It's too late to resist.

After the green light merged into the sea of ​​consciousness, a coolness suddenly appeared in the dantian, soaking every inch of the meridians in the body. Wen Song noticed this change, and his heart was half cold. He must not have touched any poisonous weeds!

However, after waiting tremblingly for a while, the coolness gradually disappeared. At the same time, the effect related to this grass appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness: Qingsha grass, sweet and bitter, can detoxify heat and induce clear air.

Wen Song circulated his aura and found that there was no stagnation at all, just like when he first came in. The whole process seemed to let him experience the effect of green sand and grass for himself. He looked down at the flowers and plants on the ground, and suddenly felt A guess emerged: Is this equivalent to Shennong tasting a hundred herbs?

It's just that his "taste" will only make him feel, but not really hurt.

In order to verify his own thoughts, Wen Song reached out again and chose a bright and beautiful crimson flower.

The red streamer penetrated into the sea of ​​consciousness, and Wen Song fell to the ground in an instant, in a trance, and when the effect of the medicine passed, two lines of words appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness: Tanshihua, sweet in taste and cold in nature, beautiful in color and hallucinogenic.

Once again, the spiritual power was running, and it was still as smooth as before.

Looking down at Lingzhi on the ground, Wen Song felt that he might have found a way to get out. Just now, the green sand grass and pool stone flowers disappeared after he touched them, so what if he touched everything here?

Next, Wen Song began to identify the spiritual plants, Juanzhucao, Yuhucao, Lingjiaohuang, Lanchunhua...

The effects of these spiritual plants are all kinds of strange, some make people's meridians itchy, and some make people grow beards on their faces. Maybe one moment they are still in the ice, and the next moment they melt into the fire, making people miserable.

After touching half of it, Wen Song sat down with a bitter face, without him, it was too torturous.

There is no night in this space, so Wen Song didn't know how long the time had passed. After resting for a while, he began to discern Lingzhi again.

After touching thousands of spiritual plants with great difficulty, Wen Song was so tired that he lay on his back on the ground. This kind of tiredness was not physical, but mental. He was really tossed by these spiritual plants.

Just when he thought he could go out, the surrounding barriers began to move, and ink-black writing appeared on the thick mist: Hanging Goose Grass, Suihua Grass, Bimuhua, Fenyingjinrui, Hanging Autumn Grass.

Wen Song remembered that these five kinds of spiritual plants were all touched by him just now. He looked up at the writing on the thick fog, and inexplicably understood its meaning.

"Weeping Goose Grass, pungent in taste and cold in nature, can calm the nerves."

"Suihuacao, bitter in taste and cool in nature, can elevate yin qi, relieve stagnation and relieve wind."

……

"Hanging Autumn Grass, sweet in taste and warm in nature, dispelling cold and strengthening vital energy, recovering pulse and strengthening vital energy."

After Wen Song answered, the dense fog gradually dispersed, and then slowly extended from near to far, revealing another spiritual field.

Roughly counting, there are more new spiritual plants than last time. Wen Song looked at the grass and flowers on the ground, and sighed melancholy, when will he get out from here?

Complaining always wastes time, Wen Song stopped thinking about it, calmed down, and started a new round of drug testing.

Often he has just touched a spiritual field, and there will be a corresponding test. If he answers correctly, he can enter a new spiritual field. If he answers wrong, he has to re-identify the spiritual plant in that spiritual field. again.

At the beginning, Wen Song was still looking forward to going out, but later, he gave up any hope, and began to honestly identify Lingzhi.

Wen Song didn't know what day and night in this space, he was quite calm, but others were not as comfortable as him.

For example, Yin Su, after he passed the first round of trials, was thrown into a sword cave, in which there were only two swords standing, one was righteous, and the other was burning with the breath of hunting demons.

When he pulled Hongxi out of the sheath, a figure appeared behind each of the two swords, and their faces were all Yinsu himself.

The three faced each other with swords, their eyebrows and eyes were equally sharp and stern.

"Come to fight."

When the swords hit each other, a bloodstain was drawn on Yin Su's back shoulder by the magic sword. Feeling the pain on his body, his expression became more concentrated, and there seemed to be fire flickering in his eyes.

The blood in the cave was getting heavier and heavier, and most of the bloodstains came from Yinsu. His kendo attainments were already outstanding among monks of his generation, but facing two identical selves, he still lost.

But Yinsu will not let himself lose all the time.

He was thinking about what his weakness was.

This weakness must also be the weakness of the other two.

He practiced the sword of life and death. Compared with life, he studied death more, because he was born more willing to hone his sword intent in life and death. Too many times his life was hanging by a thread, so he created his sword of death.

But now, he wants to defeat the other self with the Sword of Xiangsheng.

The way of death and life, at its two ends, cares about one thought.

Life is yang, death is yin, which seem to be opposites, but they can blend yang in yin and yin in yang.

After death is nothingness, and nothingness is the beginning of heaven and earth, and vitality should also be cultivated from it.

Yin Su closed his eyelids, and a white light appeared in the dark sea of ​​consciousness at this moment. Holding the sword in his hand, he covered the sword with that moment of life, and swung it out.

Death is the return, and vitality is the beginning. Now, he wants to use his sword to life to bring death back to the end.

作者有话要说：明天不更后天入v感谢在2020-01-0520:20:28~2020-01-0620:34:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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