What a pitiful marrow-washing herb【Interstellar】

Lvtuanzi rushed to another stone room, looking around, the general rubbed his fingers together, glanced at the scrolls on the wall, and finally felt embarrassed to take one, so he followed Qin Liu.

Green light spots scattered all over the room, and the green ball almost flew out of the afterimage, and then slammed on the brakes and hit the general's nose.

Qin Han didn't feel anything, except that his nose was a little numb, and the green dumpling rolled backwards twice before flying back again.

He held a brown elixir on a few leaves, the elixir was abnormally big, only a circle smaller than a fist, and the slender leaves of the green ball were held up, shaking left and right in the air.

Qin Han was a little excited and confused, how would he eat?

Then I saw Qin Liu try his best to wrap the elixir with the leaves, and poked out six small holes. The slender leaves poked in, like sucking a drink, and pulled up and down on the elixir.

The general looked a little funny, his black eyes full of anticipation.

After 3 minutes passed, the general looked at Lutuanzi still lying together, looking quite hard.

Ten minutes passed, and the rising and falling speed of the green dumpling gradually slowed down, and the elixir seemed to be still the same size as before.

Half an hour passed, and the little fire that had started in the general's heart seemed to be extinguished by the pattering spray of water, and the smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

Qin Liu's leaves were loose and loose, like a salted fish, no longer moving up and down, lying on the elixir in a daze.

The general twitched the corner of his mouth, and said tentatively: "Why don't we go and see somewhere else?"

Lvtuanzi, who had already gnawed on the elixir to the point of losing consciousness, echoed vaguely: "Kangkang, Kangkang."

This design is so devilish, Qin Liu finally remembered why he didn't use Transformation Pill back then.

The general walked through the long corridor and stepped into a hall, which was different from other places, empty, and there was nothing.

Qin Liu floated listlessly behind him and followed him.

The moment he stepped into the hall, the general immediately sensed that something was wrong with the green dumpling behind him. He picked up the dumpling, and the light spots escaped from his hands.

Qin Han called him softly, but the green dumpling in his hand didn't respond at all.

Qin Liu was vague and didn't know where he was. It seemed that someone was calling his name in front of him. He drifted all the way, but the voice was fleeting and could not be found again.

He stayed in the air, and the sky and the earth changed color suddenly. The sky was dyed blood red with the wind and the clouds, showing an ominous sign.

The space seemed to be still, and the clouds in the sky were frozen and stopped in place.

The thumping heartbeat became more and more violent, Qin Liu spread out his palms in a daze, and he was already in human form.

Illusion?

But what illusion can pull a pith-washing plant into it?

He was puzzled.

In the silent space, a slight wind began to flow, and something fell from the sky at a high speed, rubbing against Qin Liu and falling down.

Qin Liu moved his fingers subconsciously, and a leaf appeared out of thin air.

It was a monk, who seemed to have lost consciousness, and fell straight down, but Qin Liu's leaves passed through him, only touching a cloud of air.

After one person fell, as if some mechanism had been triggered, the clouds above his head quickly dispersed, leaving only the blood-colored sky, and countless monks fell from the sky, silently and heroically.

what is this? !

Qin Liu has never seen such a scene. In his memory, although there are constant disputes between righteous ways and demon ways in the world of cultivating immortals, there has never been such a tragic scene. The journey of cultivating immortals is already against the sky, and it is really not easy. !

His chest heaved violently, and he flew up, wanting to see the source, but he didn't expect the picture to change again.

This place seems to be a tent, the inside is very simple, there is only one bed, which seems to be temporarily built.

Someone opened the door curtain and came in. Qin Liu looked over and immediately called him in surprise, "Qin Han!"

The person who came looked exactly like the general, was wearing a Taoist robe, and sat down beside the bed silently.

"Qin Han, Qin Han!" The happy young man kept circling around him, knowing that he couldn't hear or see, but still called his name and talked to him blah blah.

"You were

Duck here!What happened?A lot of monks fell outside!Are you okay?Did you suffer..." injury?

Qin Liu's words came to an abrupt end, and he still opened his mouth slightly, but he couldn't utter the remaining syllables. He gasped violently, and called Xianjun in a trembling voice: "Qin...Han?"

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Xian Jun took off his black Taoist robe and untied the gauze, revealing a deep bone wound on his chest, which ran across the entire chest cavity. The flesh was turned outward, and dark purple lightning flashed faintly through the wound.

Qin Liu dragged his legs and threw himself to the side of the bed. His legs softened and his knees hit the ground straight.

His lips collided up and down, his mind was blank, like a repeater, he could only call Xianjun's name.

what is this?

Isn't it... Return to the world?

Qin Liu moved his head to the general's chest, and said to him, "...you don't hurt, don't hurt."

Just like the first time he dropped a leaf, Xianjun did to him.

Seeing Qin Han take out a small porcelain bottle, Qin Liu stood up hastily, knowing that it would not hinder him: "One is not enough, your meson space has a lot of medicine."

The small porcelain bottle was tilted, and the white powder was sprinkled on the wound. Qin Liu also clenched his fists, his hands trembling.

Seeing that Xianjun was going to re-wrap the gauze, Qin Liu became anxious and leaned closer to his ear: "You, you are useless? Is the medicine wrong? Try something else, try something else!"

Being able to raise a marrow-washing grass openly, and suppress everyone's prying eyes, Qin Han's strength can be seen. Qin Liu really can't figure out who can hurt him so badly!

He tried his best to hold his breath, but he couldn't calm down, so he closed his eyes fiercely, stomped his feet twice, and told himself that it was just an illusion.

A muffled groan couldn't stop piercing into his ears. Qin Liu and the others were still standing with their eyes closed, but a leaf couldn't stop wrapping around the man's ankle.

Then it was empty.

Qin Liu couldn't help but circled around Xianjun again, wandering back and forth: "Just sit still, it's better to add some medicine, do you still have my leaves? Although it's useless, it's delicious to chew! You don't go!"

Seeing Xianjun keep opening the curtain and leaving again, Qin Liu followed up and said, "Don't move now! Is your Kangkang bed very soft? Go up and lie down. Very comfortable."

The man couldn't hear him, and kept walking forward. Qin Liu was anxious and angry, and his eyes were almost red.

Seeing him enter another tent, Qin Liu also followed.

An old man in a white robe sat cross-legged on a futon, closed his eyes and asked Qin Han, "Are you injured?"

Qin Han said gently, "I can't hide it from you."

The old man opened his eyes and pointed to the chair next to him. His wise eyes were full of complexity: "Have you dealt with it?"

Qin Han was silent for a moment, and then sat down beside him: "It doesn't matter whether we deal with it or not, the heavens want me to die, and what medicine can heal me?"

Qin Liu was confused by listening?What is "Heaven wants me to die"?

The old man in white robe stood up, his back was straight, but for no reason people felt a heavy pressure on him, his voice was vicissitudes and thick: "Heavenly...Heavenly..."

Qin Han stood up: "Everything is ready."

He opened the tent and went out. He stood on the flat ground for a long time, raised his sleeves, and a row of paper cranes flew out: "I don't know how long I can stay with you, but don't let me break it again."

He watched the direction in which the paper cranes flew, until they turned into black dots, until they could no longer be seen.

Qin Han smiled helplessly: "Don't cry when the time comes, cry Bao Xiaoliu."

Qin Liu felt uneasy, and faintly sensed something. He gritted his teeth and blushed, stubbornly: "Who, who will cry!"

The color of the sky changed, heavy black clouds pressed down on the earth, and from time to time, purple divine thunder shuttled through it.

Qin Han raised his head, his long sleeves were raised and lowered, and with the magic weapon in his hand, many monks came out of the tent.

There are righteous ways and evil ways in it, some of them are serious and some are smiling excitedly, they look like desperadoes at first glance.

Qin Han was among them.

Qin Liu stretched out his hand to grab him, touched the air again, and fell forward, hearing Xianjun's low voice——

"The law of heaven does not allow it, I want you to climb the Avenue of Longevity."