medicine stone without medicine

Hearing this sound, Lou Hua slightly opened his eyes.

He seemed a little unbelievable, laughed, and then propped himself up:

"What did you call me?"

But how could Qin Dongyi respond to him, he only frowned slightly unconsciously.

Lou Hua slowly put away her smile, but her brows and eyes relaxed a little.He bent down and rubbed Qin Dongyi's cheek like a kitten coquettishly:

"Brother, call me again, I heard you, you just called me Thirteen."

During the best days of their relationship when they were teenagers, Lou Hua called him Senior Brother, and he called Lou Hua Thirteen.

These two titles filled Lou Hua's few memorable memories, so when he met again, he always wanted to reproduce the original purity, so the title of Qin Dongyi has never changed, even though Qin Dongyi never No response was given to him.

"Brother." Lou Hua stroked his face with his fingertips:

"I heard it, you are not allowed to play tricks."

He looked at Qin Dongyi without blinking. After a long time, a bright red color appeared in his eyes, as if he was a little puzzled.

"Old bug, why is he ignoring me?"

Lou Hua frowned and asked Ying Long in the sea of ​​knowledge.

Ying Long didn't know how to answer him for a moment, he was silent for a moment, and the words he said were indifferent and cruel:

"Because he's dying. You know, you're still looking forward to it, aren't you?"

Lou Hua was stunned.

Yes, Qin Dongyi is going to die.

Lou Hua was suddenly at a loss.

Only then did he suddenly realize what the word "death" represented.

It is passing away, it is the end, it is the end.

It is the annihilation of the body, the return of the soul to the heaven and the earth, and nothing to do with the world.

Lou Hua's hands trembled slightly.

Afterwards, he got up from the bed and stumbled to the table, threw all the tea sets on the table to the ground, and picked up a piece of suitable size from among the fragments on the ground.

Without any hesitation, he pressed the sharp fracture of the tile against his wrist.

The scarlet liquid trickled down his wrist, and finally landed on Qin Dongyi's pale lips.

Lou Hua casually wiped off the blood splashed on his cheeks with his sleeve, and waited expectantly for Qin Dongyi to wake up, but after a long time, there was still no movement.

He looked at the healed wound on his wrist, his brows were tightly frowned, and his tone was a little eager:

"Can't my blood save him?"

"Your blood can only relieve the backlash of the dragon's breath on his body, so what's the use against Jin Jiao's poison?"

"Can't I save him?"

"Aren't you expecting him to die? Why save him?"

This question stopped Lou Hua.

He stood up and walked around the room a little anxiously, looking for reasons for himself:

"I love him...I love him, so naturally I want to save him."

"What is love, do you know?" Ying Long's tone was calm.

"I..." Lou Hua's pupils were already bright red, he kicked the table, and the poor object hit the wall and shattered into pieces, Lou Hua's out-of-control roar was heard in the cracking sound:

"So what if I don't know! I want him to live now!! I want him to live, even if I come here, I don't want to take him away!"

Lou Hua's hair is disheveled, some bloodshot eyes can be seen in the whites of her eyes, her shoulders are slightly heaving with her rapid breathing, and the white clothes are still stained with blood just now.

Really like a lunatic.

Seeing him like this, Ying Long also knew to take his time and not push him too hard.

So his tone softened a little, and he took a step back and said:

"Calm down, I have a way to save him."

"Say!"

"Find that Demon Cultivator, bring back the Jin Jie bone spur, and leave the rest to me."

Hearing this, Lou Hua didn't even hesitate, and directly used spiritual power to shake open the door of the room.

When he loses control of his emotions, it is often accompanied by the phenomenon of spiritual power running wild. The current restless spiritual power and evil spirit shattered the seal he had put on himself, and the evil spirit carrying the scent of tuberose diffused silently.

Outside the door, Wu Yan, who noticed something was wrong and hurried over, had a face-to-face meeting with Lou Hua.

"You little..."

Before Wu Yan finished speaking, he flew out.

Lou Hua narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the remaining disciples of Qingyang Mountain in front of him.

Ying Long reminded at the right time:

"I advise you not to think about killing people."

"Tsk."

Lou Hua frowned anxiously.

Afterwards, everyone saw a pair of huge white wings sprouting from behind him, and when they flapped violently, a gust of wind blew up on the flat ground.

The wind was mixed with the spiritual power of Lou Hua, rolling up the broken branches and dead leaves on the ground and attacking everyone.

The disciples only had time to dodge the little thing that was blown by the wind, and when they came back to their senses, the man in white had already flown into the air.

The leading disciple turned pale with shock:

"He wants to escape! Form an array to defend against the enemy!"

"Save it all!"

At this moment, a cold female voice appeared, Lian Yao looked at the white shadow in the sky, and snorted coldly:

"Wu Yan is stupid, so are you. Do you really think you can stop him from leaving?"

After leaving Qingyang Mountain, Lou Hua read the visual memories of all the birds in a radius of a hundred miles. He saw Wen Jianxian fleeing from Qingyang Mountain and heading south.

Lou Hua is a white crow, and it is his inborn talent to empathize with all the birds in the world, but no matter what the ability is, there will be a price for being so overdrawn.

Just like at this time, there was a sharp pain in his sea of ​​consciousness, as if he had been pricked by a needle.

But he didn't care about these, and still chased Wen Jianxian at the fastest speed.

However, the excruciating pain didn't go away on its own just because he ignored it.

On the contrary, the backlash caused by the overdraft ability became more and more serious. In the end, even Lou Hua's spiritual power dissipated, and the person could no longer sustain the high-speed flight, and fell straight from midair.

The large white clothes fluttered and fell in the air, and it was at that moment that the surroundings suddenly became cloudy.

There was a dragon chant coming from behind the cloud, and after that, a jet-black dragon came from the cloud.

The dragon's body was churning in the dark clouds, and there were bursts of muffled thunder beside it, dyeing the world with a dull black color.

The next moment, Jiaolong groaned, bowed his head and went straight to the painting.

The moment he touched the person, the black flood dragon's figure dissipated like smoke, and was replaced by a slender black-clothed man.

He carefully supported the Lou Hua with his spiritual power, then landed firmly, and placed the Lou Hua on the boulder beside him.

Lou Hua knew who the visitor was and didn't react too much.

He coughed twice, closed his eyes for a while, and then endured the stinging pain and noisy tinnitus from the sea of ​​consciousness.

He half-opened his eyes and looked at the man in black standing silently beside him, and asked casually:

"How did you come?"

The man bowed his head slightly:

"Liaoyang said that the master came out of Qingyang Mountain, and his subordinates were worried that there would be a change, so they came after him."

Wuqing has a pair of small black horns on his forehead, handsome and tall, with black hair and clothes, except for a pair of eyes that are as green as a lake.

Lou Hua nodded, and the bright red eyes from just now also darkened as his mood calmed down.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his lips, but he raised his hand indifferently to wipe it away the next moment.

He didn't mean to reminisce with Wu Qing, and said directly:

"It's just in time, go and check Huaixing Pavilion for me, and a man named Wen Jianxian."

The expression in the misty green eyes moved slightly: "Master?"

"I'm fine, you just go."

After finishing speaking, Lou Hua propped up his body and began to use his spiritual power to adjust his breath.

Wuqing looked at him for a while, and after confirming that it was all right, she raised her hand and placed a magic barrier for him, then turned and left.

Ying Long has been silent since just now, until now, he asked his doubts:

"A half-demon again?"

"So what about a half-demon?" Lou Hua didn't pay much attention, Ying Long paused, and said again:

"From ancient times to the present, humans and demons have always competed against each other because of different races and beliefs. Ordinary humans cannot combine with demons. Only immortals with high enough cultivation can do it. And because of the different races, the offspring born are also different. There is a high probability that it is a stillbirth, and after various conditions are selected, the half-demon must be an extremely rare case."

"But if I'm not mistaken, you, the kitten from before, the little black snake just now, and..."

Speaking of this, Ying Long suddenly shut up.

He was silent for a moment before speaking again:

"Besides, you all have the blood of divine beasts, phoenixes, white tigers, and green dragons. Isn't it strange?"

Hearing this, Lou Hua seemed amused:

"White crow, black cat, black flood dragon, how can I get on with what you said?"

"Are you questioning me?" Ying Long was not convinced:

"Take you as an example. The phoenix is ​​one of the four great beasts. Her descendants have a mutant called Xuehuang. You are probably the child of Xuehuang. So your spiritual power is a rare mutant of ice attribute, which is different from my dragon's. The marrow compatibility is also extremely high. Because Fenghuang is my direct descendant, after all, you still have to call me grandpa."

"A monster has a bloodline that sets the upper limit. If you are really an ordinary white crow, how could your cultivation reach this level?"

"However, you have taught me a lot. Human beings use their hearts to regulate the spiritual power of heaven and earth, while demons rely on demon cores, and you have both, and the possibilities you can create are limitless. It's a pity that the children around you don't have you So lucky, most of them are demons, so they should have some birth defects, right?"

"Perhaps." Lou Hua didn't want to entangle with him.

Seeing his perfunctory attitude, Ying Long simply shut up.

Without Ying Long's chirping, Lou Hua could calm down and adjust his breath.

After a day and a night, most of his injuries had recovered, and when he opened his eyes, Wuqing had already returned.

He first rushed to the building to draw a salute, and then got straight to the point:

"The Huaixing Pavilion that the master asked me to check was destroyed a hundred years ago. I don't know who did it, but it is rumored that I, Anxianggu, wrote it."

"Huai Xing Pavilion is a medical sect that has been passed down for thousands of years. It is rumored that their ancestors were gifted by immortals and beasts, and their bloodlines are special. It made many people think. In order to avoid trouble, Huaixing Pavilion lived in seclusion thousands of years ago, and never showed up easily, and no one knew where they were."

"Among the disciples of Huaixing Pavilion, there will be a disciple with the purest blood in each generation, who will be revered as the son or goddess."

"Their special feature is that they can change their lives when necessary, living dead, flesh and bones. Even the remaining soul can be saved."

"Wen Jianxian is the last son of God in Huaixing Pavilion."

"As a medical practitioner, his cultivation level is extremely high, and he has the ability to protect himself. Therefore, he often goes out to give free consultations incognito, and hangs a pot to help the world. He doesn't care about the loss of his own life, so many wonderful stories have been passed down. It's just that this person is pregnant. After the pavilion was destroyed, it disappeared, and no one knows whether it is dead or alive."

After all, Wu Qing took out a piece of paper from her arms and spread it out. On the yellowed paper was a portrait of a young man.

The man was handsome, with a bookish look in his brows, and a small mole on his eyelid.

That magic cultivator was right.

Lou Hua took the portrait, looked at it for a while, then folded it and put it in his arms.

Wu Qing watched his movements and asked:

"The master is looking for him to save someone?"

"Probably." Lou Hua didn't care much, and slowly raised the corners of her lips:

"Save someone, kill him."

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