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The sixteenth page of the third volume of the Department of Poisoning in "Baicao Jing" has a saying: All poisons gather together, and it is ghost miasma.He also said: ghost miasma is not poisonous, but deceitful.

The place where the poison of ghost miasma gathers in the large acupoint of the chest in the words and pillows, there are 120 kinds of poisons mixed together.Perhaps due to the coincidence of nature, these toxins are intertwined with each other, reaching an extreme balance in the body of words and pillows, and no one can be tampered with, otherwise the toxins will collapse like sand in an instant, spread all over the five internal organs and six lungs in the blink of an eye, and the medicine will be ignored.

"If you want to cure the poison of the Taoist priest, you need something. This thing is called 'Song Grass'. When the ground is broken, it is the time when the sun is born. Under the first ray of morning light, its whole body is as white as ice crystals, except for a little bit on the top. Fei, like clusters of snowflakes dotted with red plums, lays out the earth, which is too beautiful to behold. Then, when the sun is about to fall on this day, the grass will pull out its roots from the soil, leave the breeding ground, run in all directions, and It becomes the first individual plant that it touches on the way, and there is no other difference except that there is a 'freezing point' at the root that is different from the original plant."

"Song grass can imitate the shape, but it cannot imitate the medicinal properties, so it is specially listed in some herbal medicine books as 'waste grass' and 'fake grass'.

"However, medicinal herbs exist in the world for their own reasons. The solitary grass is useless elsewhere, but at this time it can use its characteristics of 'imitating its shape but not its god' to temporarily assimilate the Taoist priest's body with the poison. When the Taoist priest My body is like poison, but it does not contain poison. I can undo the mixed poison one by one. After everything is done, not only will the Taoist master not be troubled by the poison anymore, but he will also be able to improve his skills and be invulnerable to all poisons! "

"Where is this thing?"

"The place where the grass grows is Tianzhu. The Taoist priest and the girl must remember to put the grass in the jade box after it rises from the ground and before it turns into something else, otherwise it will be invalid."

It's sooner rather than later.

Now that Baicaoqiu has found a solution, Yuan Xiangdie and Yan Zhenci are going to Tianzhu together.But before going to Tianzhu, the three of them had one thing on their minds, and this matter was in Nayun City.

In the blink of an eye, the winter hunt in Northern Xinjiang came; in the blink of an eye, the winter hunt in Northern Xinjiang ended; in the blink of an eye, the mountain of corpses on the plain was shoveled away, and a new city embryo was rebuilt in the ruins.The prototype of the new city is more slender and grander than in the past, and it seems that there are more people appearing in this place than in the past.

A simple teahouse was set up at the gate of the city where the outline had just been built. The word "Fengya" was written on the streamers outside the teahouse. It stretched for thirty feet. Beside them, there were countless people from northern Xinjiang standing and looking up at Yandian, and the three of Yuan Xiangdie were among them.

Yandian stands in the center of Nayun City, it is Suigong Palace, with a total of [-] floors up and down, as high as hundreds of feet.It covers a wider area, including countless pavilions, pavilions, and magic palaces.

But what really attracts people's attention is neither the scaled palace, nor the delicate and beautiful flowers and plants, nor the floating butterflies with wings like hanging from the sky, which are hung on the outer wall from time to time, and there are three thousand female sharks working day and night. Weaving the map of thousands of valleys and mountains that took three full years to complete.

It is the skyfire fire that burns under the Yan Temple and makes the Yan Temple stand in the air, and it is also the fragments of the ancient talisman and the heads of the leaders of many forces hanging high in front of the Yan Temple!

Nothing is as shocking as seeing it with your own eyes.

Outside the Yan Palace, there was a dense crowd of people, and they crowded shoulder to shoulder, but they never even heard a cough that was a little heavier.When it was silent, a certain belief rooted in the heart also shattered silently.Then, something new, more spectacular, more magnificent is established and rooted in their hearts!

Twelve bridges fly across, connecting Nayun City and Yandian from the southeast, northwest and four directions.

On the ice bridge licked by the raging fire, countless people walked through the ice bridge, wanting to go to Sui Palace to attach.

Yuan Xiangdie and Yan Zhenci watched Baicaoqiu go up the ice bridge from afar, and entered the ten-foot-high gate of Yan Palace with the crowd before turning around and leaving.

They are going to Tianzhu to look for the grass.

While walking side by side, Yan Zhenci suddenly asked: "From your point of view, what exactly does Jie Yuan want to do?" He paused, and then said, "He spent so much effort to unify the northern border... Next, is Do you want to unify Youlu?"

Yuan Xiangdie: "Brother Yan, I don't know what brother is thinking, but..."

Words: "But?"

Yuan Xiangdie sighed: "But if it were me, I wouldn't want to do such a laborious and useless thing."

Words are noncommittal.The next moment, he looked at Yuan Xiangdie and asked, "Then why did you do this?"

In this sentence, the question was endless, and he didn't even point out who he was asking.

The corner of Yuan Xiangdie's lips curled up into a smile, which hides mystery and attracts people to explore. It is the kind of smile that Yuan Yinliu used to show!

She said: "Maybe it's because... there is one thing that must be unified before it can be achieved?"

After two sentences of dialogue, Yuan Xiangdie went to the carriage he had called before.

Yan Zhenci waited for the other party at the tavern outside the city.

After standing here for a while, a pleasantly surprised voice suddenly came from behind: "Is it the Taoist priest? What a coincidence!"

Yan Zhenci turned his head and saw the waiter who had watched the decisive battle between Hara Sode Kiyoshi and Dao Shisan appear in front of him. He was quite surprised, and he was a little bit happy in the surprise: "It's really a coincidence."

The waiter walked quickly to Yan Zhenci, and spoke quickly: "How is the Taoist priest recently? The Taoist priest also heard all kinds of rumors about the Sui Palace? The Taoist chief—" He lowered his voice, "The Fengya Gang has the Sui Palace boundary. Mr. Yuan’s first-hand information can be bought or sold, would you like to talk about or listen to it?”

Yan Zhenci thought of the time of the decisive battle, the waiting room was like a storyteller's news and information, which was not very similar to the straight-forward appearance in front of him.

He smiled slightly, and after that, he said, "Ya is mainly looking for news about Jieyuan, but also from Pindao?"

There was a hint of surprise in the waiter's eyes: "How did the Taoist priest find me?"

Yan Zhenci smiled and did not answer: "Is the real mistress from before okay?"

The Cliff Master smiled: "Except for the lack of an arm, the rest are very good. Those who can survive the winter hunting are very lucky." What I said just now is correct, the Fengya gang is indeed very curious about Master Jieyuan's news, does the Taoist priest have some pointers? The Fengya gang will give the Taoist priest a satisfactory return. Whether it is magic weapon secret skills, or gold and silver beauties."

Yan Zhen said: "What does the Fengya gang want to know about Jieyuan?"

Yazhu said: "What kind of person is Master Jieyuan? What exactly does he want to do?"

Words: "He is a devil, he wants to unify Youlu."

Cliff Master: "..."

Words: "What?"

Cliff master sighed: "The Taoist priest is not sincere!"

Words do not admit it: "Where am I not sincere?"

Yazhu said: "Does the Taoist know that in the past hundred years, how many people died in the most dead in Beijiang? How many people died in the least dead time? How many people died in Beijiang this winter hunting?"

Words: "I don't know."

Cliff owner: "The one with the most deaths was 52 people who died in one-third of northern Xinjiang; The shortest, full of fights and calculations, but 23 people died. In addition, the Sui Palace stood for a day, and there was no winter hunting in northern Xinjiang. Judging from the results, I suspect that Lord Jieyuan is an ancient god who came to the world to continue the northern Xinjiang. come."

Words: "..."

He explained sincerely: "He probably doesn't have such noble sentiments."

Cliff Master suddenly smiled: "The Taoist priest seems to be very familiar with Master Jieyuan." At this point, he suddenly stopped talking, and only expressed his gratitude to the words, "Thank you, Taoist priest, for taking the time to listen to my nonsense. , the carriage in front belongs to the Taoist priest?"

Before the cliff master spoke, Yan Zhenci had already seen a green horse-drawn carriage approaching him from a distance.

Yan Zhenci was thinking in his heart: The carriage is quite small, and it doesn't look conspicuous and luxurious, and it doesn't seem like the original sound stream has always liked...

But he immediately saw a touch of whiteness exposed from the blue tarpaulin.

The dots of silver in that white snow are the fur of an extremely ferocious and rare beast in the Nightless Mountains and Rivers. Its fur is as soft as light feathers and as warm as a south wind. It is not afraid of snow and rain, and can even block ordinary swords. , very practical.

Stuffed buns do not lie in the pleats, and luxurious carriages do not lie in the appearance.

The words and pillow words are in a happy mood.

The carriage stopped in front of Yan Zhenci, a corner of the curtain was raised, Yuan Xiangdie leaned out of the carriage, and waved at Yan Zhenci: "Brother Yan, let's go."

Yan Zhenci happily got into the car.

The old horse knows the way, without the need for a coachman to control, it automatically adjusts its direction and walks towards the Tianzhu.

Outside the carriage, Cliff Master stood aside and saw everything, and couldn't help but let out a little air-conditioning: "Don't be like a jade beauty, it turns out that there is already a beauty by your side! If you make a mistake, what you said just now will not be listened to by the beauty, but will offend you." Are you a beautiful woman?"

He was a little tangled, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

After sighing, he turned around again, and there was another smiling waiter, busy among the tables like a hummingbird.

The carriage moved forward all the way, drove out of Nayun City, and drove out of the border of northern Xinjiang. When the world of yellow sand, frozen soil, and killing became farther and farther away from sight and gradually disappeared, inside the carriage, words of words Suddenly a voice came out: "Dongshou is dead, Sui Palace is unified, will the killing really stop?"

Although the carriage is small, it can accommodate two people.

Yuan Xiangdie got up a little early today, and now he is sleepy, yawning and saying, "Brother Yan, are you joking? Since death and rebirth will never stop, so will peace and killing. However, Brother Yan Don't you think the killings in Northern Xinjiang are a bit strange? Generally speaking, if enough people are killed, everyone will stop naturally. But after so many years of winter hunting, countless factions and groups have perished, and the annual population plunder can't stop the killings in Northern Xinjiang. Xinjiang is going to decline all the way, I think everyone is willing to obey the power, and they don't want to fight anymore, so why do they keep fighting?..."

Yan Zhenci understood Yuan Xiangdie's words.

She was telling herself that there might be a more unknown inside story behind Beijiang Winter Hunting.

While meditating, Yan Zhenci suddenly felt that the cushion beside him had sunk, and Yuan Xiangdie was already lying on his side, breathing smoothly, and fell into a deep sleep in a short time.

The beauty fell to the ground, her hair was like splashed ink, and a strand of it scratched the back of Yan Zhenci's hand.

In the small space, the sweet fragrance suddenly became vivid.

If you want to confirm whether the original Xiangdie is the original sound stream, this may be the most appropriate time.If Yuan Xiangdie is really Yuan Yinliu...he doesn't believe that Yuan Yinliu will really add femininity to himself.

Yan Zhenci fixedly looked at Yuan Xiangdie, raised his hand, put it down again, raised his hand again, and put it down again.

When his hand was raised for the third time, Yuan Xiangdie suddenly turned over and fell into Yan Zhenci's arms.

Yan Zhenci was scalded by the fire in an instant, and quickly rushed to the outside of the carriage, sat on the shaft, and calmed down with the wind.

In the compartment, Yuan Xiangdie lost the cushion and landed on the cushion again, his shoulders shook slightly, and he smiled.

On the window of the car, Jiaojiao watched everything silently, her face full of contempt.

Volume Eight