no thoughts [cultivation]

The fence gate is not too far away from the spiritual field at the foot of the mountain. Meng Yi can't step on the windshield, so he always walks slowly. Fortunately, the mountain road of Jiuqu Peak is not too rough, so it is still easy to walk.

Meng Yi was carrying a wooden bucket, and was about to walk down the mountain, when he saw the white goose leaning forward and walking in front of him, and hooked the bucket in Meng Yi's hand with its hard orange-red flat beak.

The white goose spit out the human words again: "Come, let the deity carry it for you."

Meng Yi looked at it: "There is something hanging on his mouth, but he can still talk."

"That's right." The white goose said as if it had been exaggerated. It held its curvaceous neck proudly and circled around Meng Yi.

This white goose is really interesting.

Meng Yi was dressed in a green shirt, with a thin and good-looking figure, walked slowly, half-covered his eyes, and walked down the mountain. The white goose with a wooden bucket hanging on its mouth followed behind him, following every step, swaying from time to time. body, still chattering about something.

After walking for a while, one person and one goose arrived at the spiritual field planted at the foot of the mountain.

Meng Yi picked up the ladle, scooped up water, and irrigated the spiritual field in front of him.

The big white goose hung the bucket for him, and was silent for a moment, then said suddenly: "Xiao Yi'er, there is someone behind you who has been staring at you."

Hearing this, Meng Yi stopped what he was doing and looked back, only to see Su Ge standing not far from him.

Su Ge seemed to be awake, full of hustle and bustle, his usually neat clothes were a little wrinkled and messy, and his boots, which were always spotless, also carried the slightly damp mud in the morning.His eyes full of aloofness and indifference lost his usual calmness, and there was a glimmer of unfathomable dim light. The whole person just stood there, staring at Meng Yi's direction blankly, without saying a word, keeping the same relationship with Meng Yi. Keeping a stable distance, unwilling to leave, and not daring to get too close.

The white goose said again: "I found out last night, that person stood there all night."

Meng Yi turned his head, as if he had never heard of Su Ge, pouring water on his own, while the big white goose flapped its wings, twisted its plump body, hung a wooden barrel on its mouth as hard as iron, surrounded it Meng Yi dangled beside him.

But last night, after Su Ge was reminded by Fairy Wei Luo, he came to the foot of Jiuqu Peak suppressed and full of doubts.

It came, but he didn't think about going in, so he stayed outside and watched all night.

After a night passed, knowing that the person was close at hand, only a forbidden distance away from him, the things that Su Ge originally tried to understand became tangled in his mind, becoming more and more chaotic.His heart also fell into unspeakable confusion. The things he had believed in for hundreds of years seemed to be disintegrating quietly. In front of the face of the man in his mind, he was crushed into mud and dust, nothing worth mentioning. .

And so on until daybreak.

He didn't use spiritual power to protect his body, and it was windy and cold all night, and the cool morning dew stained his clothes, making him seem to have lost his soul, and he was a little bit down and embarrassed.

Su Ge has been staring at the restricted fence gate with his spiritual consciousness. Therefore, the moment Meng Yi walked out of the restriction just now, his whole mind was attracted by that person's indifferent and beautiful appearance. Can't move half a cent.

The whole night of waiting turned into a steady heartbeat at this moment, mixed with an unparalleled sense of stability, but just one glance seemed to calm his obsessions and prejudices.

However, under the reminder of the spirit beast white goose beside him, Meng Yi glanced at him lightly, and then ignored it.

Su Ge continued to stand quietly on the spot, silently watching Meng Yizi's elegant and rhythmic every move, watching him finish pouring the water leisurely, followed by the clumsy and eye-catching white goose walking up the mountain go.

It wasn't until Meng Yi's figure disappeared into the restriction that Su Ge suddenly came back to his senses.

Thinking of Fairy Wei Luo's reminders and admonitions to him, Su Ge finally moved his body that had been stiff all night, and flew out of the sect.

Within the ban.

The white goose looks naive, but Moxiu's deep, teasing voice is in his mouth. This strange scene does not make people feel out of harmony.

Only the white goose said: "Xiao Yi'er stay away from that person, I think he is probably a fool."

Meng Yi took down the bucket hanging from the beak of the white goose, put the wooden scoop into the bucket, put the bucket back to its original position, patted his hands, and said, "When will you find the water you want?" looking for something."

Hearing this, the white goose raised one of its flippers and stretched its wings to the maximum. It was about to speak, but suddenly stopped, maintaining such a funny posture, and settled in mid-air.

At the same time, behind Meng Yi came Shen Wuyuan's voice that seemed to be a smile but not a smile: "Why, Xiao Yi'er is so considerate, and she has already started to worry about this deity?"

Meng Yi looked at the immobile rich white goose, and said in a low voice: "Jiuqufeng is short of resources, and can't afford such a fat goose."

The implication is to let this magician find something as soon as possible and leave as soon as possible.

Shen Wuyuan smiled when he heard the words.

I have lived for too long, and the time is so long, I can't remember the last time I was so happy.

Shen Wuyuan's name is unknown, but he has already stepped into the ascension stage. He only waits for the call from the heavens, and then he can ascend through the tribulation and ascend to immortality.However, as a demon cultivator, when he ascended to cross the catastrophe, the thunder and fire of the catastrophe that day was too ferocious. The hundred-foot-thick purple light thunder smashed through the sky and slammed down the vast wilderness frantically. daunting.If it weren't for the many magic weapons on his body, which were sacrificed one by one at the critical moment, he might not be able to escape that catastrophe.

His life was saved, but his original cultivation base in the ascension stage fell back to the Dzogchen in the late stage of crossing the catastrophe, and his spiritual consciousness was also slightly damaged.This injury can be big or small, and it doesn't seem to be a hindrance, but if it is not cured, he will not be able to enter the ascension stage again.

Because of this, he wanted to find the magical medicine that was said to be hidden in the first sect in the Eastern Continent——Hongyan Sect, so as to heal and make up for his incomplete spiritual consciousness.As far as he knew, the magic medicine was hidden in the deepest part of the sect, and it had been bounded by countless barriers. Most people would not know its location and the way to open the cave. He had lived for a long time before he knew much about it.

Under such circumstances, if the magic medicine was taken away by someone else by mistake, it can only be said that the person had a great chance, and his fate should have such an excellent luck.

However, Xiu Mo was going against his fate, no matter what, Shen Wuyuan wanted to get this magic medicine.

Thinking of this, Shen Wuyuan teased with an unrestrained expression all the time: "Xiao Yi'er, if the deity disappeared that day, he must have gone to find the magic medicine. When you arrive, don't think about the deity."

Meng Yi didn't care too much and said, "Miraculous medicine?"

This demon cultivator only said that he came to find things, but he never talked about magic medicine or the like.If we talk about the Hongyan Sect, Meng Yi has been there for hundreds of years, but he has never heard of the miracle medicine.

"Well, the magic medicine." Shen Wuyuan stared at Meng Yi with deep eyes, without concealing it, and said frankly, "That magic medicine is called 'Niannian'."

The magic medicine has no thoughts.

Flesh and bones of the living dead, regenerate the lungs and nourish the spirit veins.