Zhao Ge: 51. Don’t stop
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Bai Li leaned against the wall, dropped his hands, and tilted his head slightly, as if the person whose breath was slightly weakened was not himself. If Jun Wanbai sees his face at this time, he will find that when this person is not cold, his face does not have the sharp and lonely coldness, and the lines are soft.
The almost transparent face, with unspeakable fatigue between his brows and eyes.
It's completely different from his usual.
The hidden poison in the veins wandered wantonly, and the blood from the fingertips penetrated into the bronze token little by little. When the blood dripped, it was like life also dripped with it. This is definitely not a good feeling.
Thousands of blades run freely in the blood vessels, can it be considered okay
However, Bailishu's expression is like he has been used to such a weak state that he may die at any time. There is no trace of fear on his face. There is only one kind of boredom caused by being too familiar and too frequent.
The blood flow is getting faster and faster, together with the hidden poison in the veins, and the soul seems to flow with the blood at any time. When he was still at the Nine Profound Gate, on the day of Huishi, he once said, "Who is the soul, who is the Shuer? Where is the dead, the living is miserable. Come and go, I am like a shadow. Go and go, Always keep going."
Death is accompanied by a shadow, and there is no room for resistance.
But, if you can live and live happily, who wants to die?
The so-called cultivating immortality, pursuing that illusory immortality, in the final analysis is nothing more than a fear of death.
Before coming here, when it was "Dongling Baili", Bailishu clearly knew that he would die, earlier than everyone else. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow. When the well-known rejuvenator was invited to see a doctor for him, he said that although his disease is difficult, it is okay if he wants to be treated, and he can be treated if he wants to survive.
"But son, you are different from those of us who are unrestrained." The elderly rejuvenator has white hands and clear eyes, revealing the unique wisdom of the old man, "If you want to cure a disease, you must be pure and innocent. Do you want to listen or not. But... can you do it?"
"I understand what the sir meant."
He was silent for a long time, then answered softly.
The rejuvenating old doctor sighed softly: "I'm just a small doctor. People like me can't understand the ambitions of a man of your status. Your son is famous all over the world, but you continue like you. You will die sooner or later, what's the point of being famous after death?"
"Unrelated to the reputation."
Only in the secret room between him and the doctor, Bai Lishu looked sideways at the guards standing outside the window, the young Baili family disciples.
The old man followed his gaze and sighed long.
"I understand."
No one is willing to die. If you know that you will die, there must be something more important than life to do.
If he is really pure and innocent, listening to nothing, thinking about nothing, what about the Baili family? What about those young family disciples who still have the flame of life in their eyes?
They were all so young, and respectfully called him the Patriarch, treating him as a god.
Bai Li leaned against the wall, her eyes low, her face pale.
It is not ordinary blood that drips slowly from his fingertips, but the blood that the cultivator loses every time he loses a point. Ye Qiusheng used half of his own essence and blood to summon the viper's essence, and he almost confessed to the bronze sphere under the Lingxing Temple. But Bailishu lowered his hands, letting the blood drip.
But he himself was thinking about things that seemed to have happened a long time ago.
The bronze token is like a gluttonous glutton, absorbing Bailishu's blood without knowing hunger and greed, and the horned dragon beast pattern on the token slowly lights up. When Bailishu's breathing gradually weakened to the point where it was almost gone, the horned dragon beast pattern on the token finally lit up completely.
This is the oldest and most dangerous method of refining.
In the era of chaos where copper was used as a soldier, any vessel made of bronze must have a very special status, and the runes carved on the bronze ware symbolized the status of this bronze ware. The horned dragon is a small dragon with wings and double horns. It has slender and drooping hairs and has a nine-tone sound. It is a divine beast that only a virtuous and wise king can see.
The bronze ware engraved with the horned dragon and beast pattern was a sacrificial ware only qualified for the ancient emperors in the Chaos Era.
Before using the bronze sacrificial vessel, it is often necessary to offer sacrifices to the bronze itself, usually choosing the blood of slaves or exotic animals. With the change of epochs, these ancient sacrificial artifacts have now become powerful spiritual artifacts that the cultivator cannot ask for. You can imagine how powerful those ancient eras were.
At the moment, Bailishu is imitating the ancient method of sacrificing bronze heavy vessels, using his own blood to refine this bronze token.
Ye Qiusheng feels that people like Bailishu cannot be like desperadoes, but people who are too smart take everything to the extreme, and sometimes they are almost like desperadoes.
At least not all desperadoes can force themselves almost out of this point without changing their faces.
After the horned dragon beast pattern of the bronze token swallowed almost all of Bailishu's essence and blood, it was finally fully activated and it lit up. The token floated up and stopped in the midair in front of Bailishu. It spins slightly, emitting faint and ancient waves, and from the token emits a faintly clear red light, which is connected to Bailishu's forehead.
After the red light swept into Bailishu's forehead, Bailishu's already nearly depleted blood was like a dry stream suddenly introducing new river water, and instantly began to rush again.
There is a trace of ancient horned dragon's essence and blood in the horned dragon bronze token.
Bai Lishu used his own blood to sacrifice the bronze token, and finally got the bronze token's approval. After receiving the token approval, the horned dragon essence blood in the seal turned around and was absorbed by Bailishu, thus making up for the essence and blood lost by Bailishu's sacrifice. As the horned dragon's essence and blood slowly entered the body, Bai Lishu's face improved slightly.
The red light continued to enter a stick of incense, and finally the red light disappeared and the token fell in front of Bailishu.
Bai Lishu raised his hand to catch the heavy token, feeling the inseparable connection between himself and the token.
On the token at this time, the horned dragon's animal prints faintly reveal a trace of black-that is the invisible poison injected into the token along with the blood. This is Bailishu’s true purpose. Finding the spirit of the Five Elements is not something that can be done in a short time. Before that, he still has something to do. The previous several attempts have flooded the body with the invisible poison to a terrible amount. To the point.
Since the method of eradication cannot be achieved for a while, then we must turn to find a way to temporarily restrain it.
Replace all the essence and blood in the body that is filled with hidden poison. Although it cannot be eradicated, it will take some time for the new hidden poison to fill the veins again. The hidden poison is temporarily removed, and the rest is not uncontrollable.
What he wants is this time.
Furthermore, this bronze token is used as a spiritual tool. In addition to the essence and blood in it, the biggest use is that it can replace its life. This is a spirit weapon similar to a substitute puppet. In the danger of death, it can transfer the life of the owner and resist a death catastrophe for the owner.
Holding the bronze token, Baili tilted her head sloppily and leaned against the wall.
He sighed softly, his expression seemed to be a little more relaxed, and it seemed that he did not.
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Lou Shidao walked to the main hall of the former Jiuxuan Fenmen under the leadership of the Jiuxuan Fenmen disciples.
He had been here on the first day he took up the post of Yanmen County Guard, but he didn't meet the elders of Jiuxuanfenmen smoothly for the first time. The reason given by the disciple of the gatekeeper was: "The elder retreats, you will come later."
Then a "after" waited until three months later.
Lou Shidao knew in his heart that this was inseparable from the noble family in Yanmen County. As the only official of the Chen Dynasty, he was born in commoner clothes, and unlike the scholars appointed under the new imperial examination system, he was just a few insignificant vacancies. The Yanmen County guard was a real official of the fourth grade and already belonged to a minister with real power.
For a family that has monopolized officialdom for hundreds of years, this is tantamount to a provocation.
The aristocratic family has great power, and most of the aristocratic families send their talented children to the Eight Immortal Sects to learn art from their teachers. These disciples have more or less gained a certain position in the Sect. As a result, the aristocratic family received a certain degree of support from the sect, so it became more and more powerful. The reason why the sect was able to recruit disciples from the land of the dynasty so unscrupulously was also inseparable from these aristocratic families.
He appointed Yanmen County Guard, which obviously angered the local noble families.
The unkind signal released by the prominent Yanmen clan was that he had visited the elders of Jiuxuan Fenmen several times and was not seen.
Lou Shidao walked along Qingshi Road, and the disciples of Jiuxuan Division who were passing by saw this person with the greatest strength in Yanmen County, but they didn't react at all. For a cultivator, mortals and them are not in the same world—even if the cultivator eats spiritual plants grown by secular mortals, and wears cloth woven by ordinary people.
It's really arrogance from the bones.
Lou Shidao thought, he has reached the main hall of the Jiuxuan Division.
Just as he was about to go in, the Jiuxuan Fen Sect disciple who led him in coldly in front of him suddenly exclaimed in excitement, "It turned out to be the master's brother, they came out today?"