no thoughts [cultivation]

Seeing that it was Liu Shi who came, before he could speak, Meng Yi called softly, "Tong Heng."

Tong Heng immediately walked to Meng Yi's side: "Sir?"

"see a visitor out."

When Tong Heng heard the words, he responded without asking why, "Okay."

Immediately, Tong Heng turned his gaze to Liu Shi, and said politely: "This monk, please."

Liu Shi frowned upon hearing this, as if he felt that this servant was too intrusive, he frowned and waved his hands to activate his spiritual power, trying to punish this servant, but found that his spiritual power seemed to be restricted.

After Liu Shi thought about it, he knew it was because of the prohibition, so he had to let Tong Heng go for a while, turned to look at Meng Yi, and handed the storage bag he brought to Meng Yi: "Bai Han, what's inside is It is the rare treasures I found for you and the pills that are good for your body, I also sent some of the same pills a few years ago, how are you using them?"

Meng Yi rubbed the center of his brows, and said softly, "I never took anything from you."

Every year, someone sent some wound medicines that he could use, but they were all sent by Xuan Wen, and the people who came to deliver the things were also the stewards of Hong Yanzong.

Liu Shi was taken aback: "This...why?"

Meng Yi roughly thought of the reason, but he was too lazy to say it, he just said: "Please, Jiuqu Peak will not have guests today."

Meng Yi was alienated and indifferent towards him, and Liu Shi was eager to find out why, so he stepped forward and put the things he brought on the stone table in front of Meng Yi, and said softly: "Well, Bo Han, these things you can use It's better for you to take it, don't rush to reject me, after all, we used to be Zhi..."

"Please." Tong Heng interrupted Liu Shi's words in a cold and polite manner with a cold and handsome face.

Tong Heng didn't like this person in front of him. He had a faint feeling that his husband might have become like this because of this cultivator in front of him. Just now, he clearly wanted to say the word "best friend".

The so-called best friend, mentor, admirer.

Anyone who hurt Mr., sooner or later, deserves to die.

Liu Shi's words were interrupted again, and his impression of Tong Heng was even worse, but due to the face of his old friend and the restrictions, he couldn't say anything, and finally told Meng Yi a few times, and then he got out of the restrictions, and hurriedly wanted to find the answer.

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After Liu Shi left, Meng Yi did not choose to rest on the deck chair under the tree, but asked Tong Heng, "Where are the things I brought back yesterday?"

Tong Heng's voice was respectful: "Tong Heng helped Mr. put it away and put it in the place where Mr. usually stores things."

"Okay," Meng Yi nodded slightly, "You follow me."

Then he took Tong Heng to the wooden house where he lived.

Entering the house, Meng Yi sat on the wooden bench, and Tong Heng went to fetch the things Meng Yi brought back yesterday without ordering.

Meng Yixian took out the storage bag containing the clothes, handed it to Tong Heng and said, "I don't have enough spiritual power to open it. Here are some clothes I bought. You take them out and put them in the closet."

"Clothes?" Tong Heng was puzzled when he heard the words, "Mister has left the sect?"

Meng Yi said lightly: "Well, I wanted to get something, so I went out."

Hearing this, Tong Heng said worriedly: "If you have anything to do in the future, sir, just tell Tong Heng directly. You don't have to trouble him to go there in person." feel good.

Meng Yi didn't take it seriously, and took the priceless box: "It's nothing, this thing can only be taken by myself."

Tong Heng didn't care about or be curious about the brocade box. In his opinion, nothing is as important as his husband's body.

Seeing that Tong Heng still wanted to persuade him, Meng Yiyang interrupted him with his hand, and opened the brocade box in front of him, only to find a long-necked fluorescent white bottle made of unknown material inside, emitting bursts of chill.

Meng Yi picked up the white bottle and shook it casually. There was a "ding ding" sound from the inside of the white bottle as a hard object hit the bottle wall.

Afterwards, Meng Yi handed the white bottle to Tong Heng.

Tong Heng didn't know why, so he just reached out and took the exquisite and precious white bottle, and asked doubtfully, "Sir, what is this?"

Meng Yi's voice was leisurely, but his expression was light: "Guiyuan's marrow-washing elixir?"

"Guiyuan's marrow-washing elixir?" Tong Heng was puzzled, "Sir, Tong Heng is dull, what is this elixir?"

Meng Yi didn't realize that he had a lot of questions, so he patiently explained: "Most of the cultivators don't have the aptitude of heavenly spiritual roots such as single spiritual roots or interdependent dual spiritual roots, so there are many obstacles in practice. However, this world is not without It can cleanse the spirit root impurities and even remove useless spirit root herbs and elixir. This Guiyuan Xisui Pill is one of them. It has a [-]% chance of washing people's root and bone attributes. Guiyuan Xisui Xiandan has an [-]% chance of washing people spiritual root properties."

After finishing speaking, before Tong Heng could react, Meng Yi said again: "However, the way to wash away the attributes of the spiritual roots is not to wash away the spiritual roots in general, but to mix all your spiritual roots, and finally become as many as you can. The root, whatever the result is, is a personal creation. However, even if you fail to wash away the spiritual root, you can still purify the purity of the spiritual root."

Hearing this, Tong Heng put the white bottle back into the brocade box, took a step back, bowed slightly and cupped his hands and said, "Sir, this thing is too precious, Tong Heng can't accept it."

Guiyuan Xisui Pill.

Just hearing the name and usage of this elixir is enough to set off many battles in the cultivation world.

As we all know, if a monk wants to go far and smoothly on the road of cultivation, he must have unique aptitude.People with good aptitude will naturally go forward, and people with poor aptitude, even if they have extremely high understanding, will be limited by their aptitude and will not be able to go far.

Qualification refers to spiritual roots.

The difference in spiritual root aptitude is not only reflected in the number, but also in thickness and purity.

For a single spiritual root, the thicker and purer the spiritual root, the better. While multi-spiritual roots pay attention to the thickness and purity, they also need to pay attention to the same thickness and complement each other.

Because of this, the elixir that can cleanse the spiritual roots and make them pure is already hard to find with thousands of spiritual stones, let alone the Guiyuan Xisui Pill that may be able to remove miscellaneous spiritual roots?

Besides, this pill in Mr.'s hand is probably the Guiyuan Xisui Xiandan that can get rid of miscellaneous spirit roots.

Even if Tong Heng's ability is low and his knowledge is shallow, he can imagine what kind of bloody storm will be caused if such a elixir is spread.

Meng Yi didn't think too much about it. He got this marrow-washing elixir by accident when he went out to practice. Cultivators often go out to practice. Those who have the chance can always get a lot of heaven and earth treasures.Meng Yi was well-informed, and when he saw this pill in the cave, he knew it was extraordinary. Sure enough, after a little research, he learned that it was the legendary Guiyuan Xisui Pill.

But no matter how powerful it is, the function of washing miscellaneous spirit roots is something that is useless to Meng Yi, who has a single wind attribute of heavenly spirit roots, whether it was 50 years ago or 50 years later.

When he first obtained this object, he had just returned from training and had not dealt with many things, so he was suddenly summoned by his master, saying that there was an urgent matter, and asked him to return to Jiuqu Peak quickly.He didn't think much about it, he just thought that the master was in some trouble, so he temporarily put the object with He Duheng, saying that he would come to pick it up later, and then hurried back to the sect, and walked against the wind all the way to Jiuqu peak.

Unexpectedly, what came to greet him was the swords and swords of three people he least expected.

"Tong Heng, come here."

Tong Heng took the lead and approached Meng Yi.

Before Meng Yi said much, he took out the pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

Tong Heng never put any precautions against Mr., just like this, this incomparably precious elixir slipped into his mouth, it melted in his mouth, and instantly melted into his internal organs.

Meng Yi raised his eyes and looked at him: "Go, find a quiet place to refine, there may be some pain in the middle, and it will pass after a while, and what happens after that depends entirely on you."

Tong Heng knelt down and said nothing for a long time.

All of a sudden, he felt severe pain all over his body, the numbness was unbearable, as if his heart and lungs had been taken out and taken back again, the pain spread from the flesh and blood to the cerebral cortex.

Meng Yi looked at the sweat on his forehead: "Go."

Tong Heng stood up and bowed deeply: "During lunch, Tong Heng will cook for the husband."

Meng Yi shook his head: "No, I can solve it by myself, just go to refine it quickly."

Tong Heng hesitated: "Sir..."

Meng Yi heard this, stretched out his slender white palm, and patted him on the head with a "snap": "In your opinion, can I, a useless person, be able to do nothing without you? If you don't do well Fusion meditation is tantamount to wasting my elixir."

Tong Heng quickly shook his head: "It's not that Tong Heng thinks that the husband can't do anything, but that he should not do these things."

A man like Mr. should just sit there, basking in the sun with his eyes squinted carelessly, and then someone will hold everything in front of him.

Meng Yi shook his head: "You still listen to me."

"Listen," Tong Heng said with firm eyes, "If Mister wants Tong Heng to die, Tong Heng won't live a second longer."

"Then meditate for me."

Tong Heng bowed, and when the pain reached the extreme, he dodged into the room.

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Meng Yi walked slowly to the deck chair in the courtyard.

Although the elixir is useless to him, it is a treasure of heaven and earth that everyone pursues after all, so it can be said that it is precious.Why did he give Tong Heng the elixir? Meng Yi had his own considerations.

Meng Yi always felt that his life was nearing the end of his life, but he didn't expect that during the most decadent years, the one who cared about him the most was actually a small servant on Jiuqu Peak.

I still remember that in the first 40 years, he often fell asleep and fell to the ground. The original servants would transfer him from the ground to the bed to lie down, but the fall would still happen, and it was unavoidable.

Over the past 40 years, Meng Yi's lethargy caused by being dug up by Yuan Ying and his body's weakness cannot be cured.His skin is light, and the bruise is very obvious, and the places he can see will be lightened by applying some ointment, and the bruises will not disappear in the places he can't reach. Not to mention, when he is not sleeping so deeply, he often suffers from pain.

Counting the days, it has been ten years since Tong Heng came to Jiuqu Peak.

In this way, I have not fallen to the ground for ten years, and I have been covered in bruises.