When Immortal Venerable was called off in public

The spiritual root of a cultivator is included in the five elements, and the single spiritual root is the best.

However, I don't know when, another kind of spiritual root appeared on this continent - the heavenly spiritual root.

Those with heavenly spirit roots have a strange fragrance, and in the eyes of demons and ghosts, they are rare tonics that are rare in a thousand years. For human cultivation, the heavenly spirit roots are pure, and any practice can use this as a medium to remove the dross and retain the essence. With the method of dual cultivation, we can get twice the result with half the effort. Simply put, Tianlinggen is an excellent furnace.

Who would have thought that Wenqing Xianjun, who once traversed the six worlds, turned out to be a pure heavenly root.

Now that Su Wenqing's cultivation base is completely lost, he can't control the nature of Tianlinggen, and the mellow fragrance begins to disperse uncontrollably.

Liu Wangyuan also thought it smelled good, this is the original breath that cultivators love most, but since he woke up, he has broken through the realm of transforming gods, and stepped into the way of harmony, so he still has some resistance.

Looking down at the person in his arms, even in this posture, he could still hold the book tightly, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, Liu Wangyuan did not expose him, put the person on the bed, and continued to take out the tripod Furnace to refine medicine.

Just ask about this body, the medicine can't be stopped.

Su Wenqing listened to the movement in his ears and managed to calm down. Is it him?Hearing the voice, no one can imitate that kind of calmness and dignity, but how could it appear here...

Su Wenqing pinched himself lightly, it hurt...

Liu Zhuyuan laughed a lot, waiting to see what else he could do.

Finally, Su Wenqing couldn't bear it anymore and slowly opened his eyes.

"The smell of the silage grass is not very pleasant, you can just let it go." Liu Wangyuan met his gaze, and after saying this, he moved away calmly, and focused on inputting spiritual power into the cauldron.

What is the taste?Su Wenqing felt that his sense of smell had failed. He stared at Liu Wangyuan without blinking. After a long time, he finally confirmed that it was not a hallucination, but real.

"Emperor Wangyuan..." Su Wenqing said softly.

"Huh?" Liu Wangyuan thought he was calling himself, so it was easy to say.

Su Wenqing didn't speak again.

During the 30 years when Liu Juyuan was in deep sleep, Su Wenqing often nourished the remnant soul. When he was exhausted, he would imagine what it would be like when he woke up. , Liu Zhuyuan was sitting on the ground in a casual posture, making medicine for him.

No matter how magical it sounds.

"Why are you here?" Su Wenqing regained all his sanity and forced himself to sit up.The Xianzun, who is restrained and self-sufficient, is just like a freshman who just entered the school and met his husband. He can't hide his anxiety. This appearance is really strange. Liu Wangyuan couldn't help but look at it twice, and then turned Su Wenqing's ears red up.

Liu Juyuan: "..."

"Why am I here? You asked me that." Liu Wangyuan said and threw a piece of medicinal material into it, "Since you raised my remnant soul, now that you are suffering, I should also do my part."

"No need." Su Wenqing shook his head slightly: "I am doomed now, so I can do whatever I want. Emperor Zun doesn't need to waste his energy for me."

Liu Huangyuan seemed to be in high spirits: "Then why did you nourish my remnant soul? It was supposed to be my doom after sleeping for 200 years."

"It's not the same. Emperor Zun's life is the common people's life, so waking up early is a good thing for the benefit of the six realms." Su Wenqing said hastily.

Liu Juyuan rubbed his chin, "According to what you mean, you raised my remnant soul for the benefit of the Six Realms?"

Su Wenqing opened his mouth, but failed to nod in response.

How could it be for the benefit of the Six Realms?Even if there is no Emperor Wangyuan, according to Wenqing Xianzun's illustrious reputation, he can still keep the common people, and he tries his best to nourish the remnant soul, but it's just for his own thoughts that can't see the light.

Su Wenqing lowered his eyes, and his pale fingers lightly landed on the bed. This person's state of mind has long been riddled with holes. Following this catastrophe, a straight spine in his body was destroyed. Shattering, what he didn't dare to say before, even less dare to say it now.

"Drink the medicine." Liu Zhuyuan seemed to be chatting casually, he didn't pay much attention to this issue, he had a small celadon bowl in his hand, inside was boiled medicine juice, neither black nor smelly, it was crystal clear.

Su Wen paused for a moment, found that the temperature was right after taking it, and then drank it all in one gulp.

This medicine works very fast, and the pain of growing tendons is beyond the tolerance of ordinary people. Su Wenqing didn't want to be so embarrassed in front of Liu Wangyuan, but he couldn't control it at all, and soon he was covered in cold sweat. He leaned back gently On the bedside, I closed my eyes and endured waves of pain.

Liu Wangyuan's understanding of Su Wenqing was refreshed again. According to Su Wenqing's current physical condition, he could clearly perceive birth, old age, illness and pain, but he wanted to swallow it without saying a word.

The tendons and veins have only been extended a little bit, and generally speaking, they are still the same as the entangled thread balls.

Liu Zhuyuan frowned slightly, and when Yang returned to Su Wen to clarify some fundamentals, he would take a strong medicine.

Su Wenqing, who had survived this ordeal, was drenched all over, and this sticky feeling made him very uncomfortable, and he might burn if he blows the wind for a while.

Just as he was thinking about it, his body lightened suddenly, and Liu Zhuanyuan made a formula to clean it up for him.

"Thank you Emperor." Su Wenqing expressed his thanks in a hoarse voice, full of sincerity.

Liu Wangyuan couldn't understand, Su Wenqing was once in the realm of transforming gods anyway, so there was no need to show him such respect.

"You should have a good rest." Liu Zhuanyuan said in a deep voice, "Don't be distracted, I have suppressed the smell of your Heavenly Spirit Root for the time being, I have gone out to find some medicinal materials for the past few days, and I will be back soon."

Su Wenqing knew that he couldn't say anything about this person, so he could only nod his head: "It's hard work, Emperor Zun."

As the door was gently closed by a gust of wind, Su Wenqing remained motionless for a long time. He took the last bit of Liu Wangyuan's breath in the air deeply into his arms. A touch of relief.

In the early morning of the next day, the barrier around Qingling Mountain loosened slightly, and the sound of someone cursing came from afar.

"Ask Xianjun Qing! Su Wenqing!! You dare to target Leng Yan like that, why are you acting like a coward? Come out!"