On the Importance of Chinese Characters

Zhuang Yunzhou and his party were completely unaware of the secretive and intriguing situation among the realm masters. Their focus was on the Qi Valley soup that they only see once in 800 years.

As the night when Gutang appeared, the temperature in Qishan Mountain suddenly rose by more than ten degrees. The valley was extremely hot in the early summer. It looks very lush.

Qishan Bieyuan has been exceptionally clean these past few days. After Feng Qian's family learned of the relationship between Su Yu, Fang Qiling and Tianmu Shuyu, they immediately gave up the idea of ​​trying to win each other's support. Tianmu Xiaoyu came to make amends with a generous gift.

I don't know exactly how Feng Qianxu talked to Tianmu Xiaoyu, at least this Muzi, whose eyes are always above the top, sounds very sincere and regretful when speaking.For Yao Rilian's sake, Zhuang Yunzhou and Fang Qiling did not make things difficult for each other.Only after this time, they never saw each other in Qishan Bieyuan again.

The rest valley soup arrived on the full moon night of the [-]th day as scheduled.

When the leylines passed by, it was as if a giant dragon glowing with yellow light swam under the entire Qishan Mountain. He walked leisurely in the ground, and wherever he went, the dead branches sprouted, the vegetation bloomed, the birds and beasts twittered, and the strong vitality seemed to be The air is cleaned all over again.

Zhuang Yunzhou took a deep breath, the incomparably clean breath was mixed with the fragrance of flowers, which lifted people's spirits.A small stream of incomparably clear spring suddenly emerged from the foot of Qishan Mountain. At first, it was just a small bubble, gurgling.With the swimming of the earth veins, a few more quietly popped up around this small bubble, like small animals curiously visiting the outside world, gurgling and spitting spring water non-stop.

Soon, the spring water gathered together and formed a small pool. The pool grew bigger and bigger. It was not until the top of the moon that the whole valley soup was slowly and truly formed.

With a wave of Feng Qianxu's hand, the waiter who had prepared earlier rushed forward, spread a good sapphire slab on the bottom of the valley soup pool, and placed nephrite low stools for sitting on. The valley soup was separated by white jade, divided into two parts. The seats are divided into two soups for men and women, and screens are erected around them, curtains are hung, and soft couches are placed, which are a few short.

On the low table are delicious fruit teas, fermented brews, and refreshments, and on the side there are several jade plates with various elixir and flowers that can be put into soup. The waiter is standing beside him holding a soft bath towel.

In the time of a cup of tea, the natural Qi Valley Soup looks like it was artificially excavated. Jiao Yuexia looked at the Gu Tang that had become elegant in an instant, and nodded in satisfaction.

Su Yu, Zhuang Yunzhou, and Fang Qiling changed into Mutang's clothes, slowly entered the soup pool, sat on the slippery sapphire stool, feeling the power of the earth fire pouring into their bodies, and Su Yu sighed comfortably , he opened every pore in his body to devour the anger greedily, and sighed: "It's so comfortable~~"

You Su Yu lay on his back by the pool, closed his eyes and felt the coolness brought by the gentle breeze, with an unprecedented relaxed smile on his mouth.

Zhuang Yunzhou looked at Su Yu, with some hesitation in his eyes, maybe he had been watching for a long time, Su Yu sat up straight, and looked back: "Brother Zhuang, do you have something to say?"

Zhuang Yunzhou regained his composure, and finally said, "Eldest Young Master, have you heard of Baolingcao?"

Fang Qiling sat up straight suddenly, turned to look at Zhuang Yunzhou, and already knew what he wanted to ask.

"Lingbao grass?" Su Yu repeated, frowning slightly, "Sounds very familiar."

Zhuang Yunzhou's eyes lit up, he leaned forward slightly, and his voice was a little urgent: "Baoling grass, the stalk is red, the leaves are light orange, three inches high, seven leaves are symbiotic, the leaves are flat, and are in the shape of three hollow rings. It has a red halo over its head, which turns white at night."

"This kind of spiritual grass is not uncommon, and it is the basic medicinal material for the Rejuvenation Pill. However, such a common treasure spirit grass has a mother plant that has been passed down since the beginning of the sky, and it is a rare spiritual grass."

"The mother plant is nine inches tall and has nine leaves. It rotates every 9000 years. Every 9000 years, it will regenerate from an adult plant to a seed and grow again. It is a dual-attribute spiritual grass. It is of the wind attribute. Picked during the day, it can become a blind adjuvant for Yachong Zhiyang Pill. And picked at night..."

Zhuang Yunzhou glanced at Fang Qiling: "Three drops of source marrow liquid can be extracted, and this source marrow liquid can reshape the broken Sea of ​​Consciousness Plaza and repair the Sea of ​​Consciousness."

Repair the sea of ​​consciousness? !Knowing Fang Qiling's real situation, Su Yu's whole body trembled, completely evoking some vague memories: "I have seen it! There is indeed such a spiritual herb in my father's medicine garden! It's just not mature yet."

"Great!" Zhuang Yunzhou's eyes were full of excitement. He clenched his fists and looked at Su Yu sincerely. "My lord, I have a merciless request."

Su Yu had already figured out what he wanted to say, and waved his hand: "Brother Zhuang, there is no need to say more. The matter of the elder brother is also my business. I will write to my father right away, and when the spiritual grass is mature, I will send it to you. "

Zhuang Yunzhou got up, regardless of his unsuitable clothes, he bowed a great gift, raised his head and said: "Bazhong Zhiyang Pill is a rare top-quality elixir in the world, and it cannot be made without the mother plant of Baolingcao. The eldest son is willing to enlighten the spirit." Giving up, Yunzhou is very grateful."

"Please rest assured, Eldest Young Master, I will definitely find those two ancestral sources and solve the shackles of Yin and Yang in your body."

Su Yu hurriedly got up to avoid it, frowned and said: "Brother Zhuang, why is he so heretic? Brother Zhuang and I are sworn brothers, so what is there to be reluctant to do with a mere spirit grass? It doesn't matter if you can't find the source of your ancestors, if it's a big deal, I'll do it." Depend on you forever."

However, Zhuang Yunzhou changed the direction and insisted on worshiping. Su Yu helplessly shouted at Fang Qiling: "Brother, speak quickly."

Fang Qiling, who had been silent since just now, stood up, walked to Zhuang Yunzhou's side, but unexpectedly bowed down and bowed solemnly: "Xiaoba, I owe you this time."

"No, big brother, what do you mean?" You Su Yu was really angry this time. He had never had any friends since he was a child because of his health and status. , the remaining seven brothers are his closest relatives besides his father. Fang Qiling's kindness really makes him a little sad.

His gift not only made Su Yu angry, but what was puzzling was that Zhuang Yunzhou's face turned pale as well. He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "You are begging for Uncle Jingbo, aren't you?"

Fang Qiling helplessly turned his head to look at the monk, and replied, "En."

Su Yu was taken aback: "Uncle Jingbo... who is it?"

"My master." Fang Qiling held Zhuang Yunzhou's shoulders, looked at Su Yu, not only told him, but also explained to Zhuang Yunzhou, "My master is the same as me, but different. He is not very talented. Relying on an obsession and superhuman will."

"The characteristic of the wind in the sea of ​​consciousness is that it becomes stronger when it is strong. Master's divine sense has already reached the peak of the fifth hour, and the wind in the sea of ​​consciousness has become so strong that if the master does not restrain it, he can break through the limit of the sea of ​​consciousness and surround his body. the point."

"Although the current master is very strong, he is also very weak at the same time—his spiritual power cannot be used too much, and he cannot be injured and weak, otherwise the wind of the sea of ​​consciousness will swarm him in an instant, and the consequences will be disastrous. Moreover, when the master was young, for Pursuing strength, demanding too much, and hurting too much secretly, I can still last for a long time, but I am afraid of Master..."

Fang Qiling lowered his eyes and smiled wryly: "Master has not lived many comfortable days in his life, fighting against the sky, fighting against people, and it took a hundred years of hard work to get what he wanted, with Uncle Yangming's approval. He has paid a lot for me, as a disciple, how can I only care about myself?"

Zhuang Yunzhou sighed in his heart. Although he was worried and uncomfortable, he could understand and admire his choice. He raised his hand to put on the hand on his shoulder, and patted comfortingly: "No need to say more, I understand."

Fang Qiling laughed.

Only now did Su Yu know the cause and effect. Although he really didn't want to give up this only opportunity to be sworn brother, he clearly knew that this was Fang Qiling's character and the reason why he was willing to befriend him.

Zhuang Yunzhou's mood was depressed for a moment, but he soon cheered up again. He never gave up on repairing the monk's sea of ​​consciousness. Since the mother plant of Baolingcao has no hope, there are two other methods: the innate source of mother spirit and the spiritual recovery pill.

Thinking of this, he looked up at the frustrated Su Yu, and said again: "I don't know if the eldest son knows the innate source mother's spirit and spirit cultivation recovery pill?"

Su Yu thought about it for a while: "I have heard from the master of medicine that the cultivation of spiritual restoration pills has been lost thousands of years ago. As for the spirit of the innate source mother... I can write to ask my father."

"Then thank you, Eldest Young Master." Zhuang Yunzhou was overjoyed. Over the years, he had issued missions in the Spiritual Cultivation Chamber of Commerce, asking for information about the spirit of the Innate Source Mother, but all he got were some myths and legends, and most of them said that this thing was fabricated. Something that doesn't exist.At that time, he thought, if anyone could know the news about the aura of Xiantian Yuanmu, it would probably be the five saints in the world.

You Su Yu didn't regard this as a big deal. After Qishan finished soaking in the soup, he wrote to ask about these two things together.

Su Xun, who received his son's voice transmission for the second time in a short period of time, was silent for a long time after reading what he asked, and then disappeared from the Sufengyinlu Pavilion.

Su Xun, who covered up all his whereabouts, quietly came to an inconspicuous Midtown City Lord's Mansion in the middle of the northern border.

Unexpectedly, the city lord who was only in charge of a middle city didn't show much sincerity when he saw the saint himself.He stood up unhurriedly and bowed: "I don't know what you want to ask when you come today?"

Su Xun stretched out his hand to touch the air, and the images of two spirit clansmen appeared in front of the city lord. Su Xun asked, "Is it them?"

The city lord looked at these two young and handsome young men, straightened his back and smiled slowly.

You Su Xun has already found the answer from his smile, he raised his eyebrows, and said in a sudden tone: "You already knew."

"Seven years ago, when the two fateful stars brightened in the night sky, I knew that the day my family had been waiting for had come."

"Why didn't you reciprocate?" You Su Xun asked lightly.

"My family's ancestral teachings are to only be the ones who answer. The saints don't ask, and keep silent." The city lord replied.

These words are a bit disrespectful, but Su Xun never blamed him. He is very clear about the origin of this ancestral motto of the Yi Clan——

Yi Wu, 3 years ago, the most outstanding Patriarch of the Yi family, who was also his right-hand man, committed suicide after setting this rule.