The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 530 Feathering
Song Xing did not expect that at the moment of entropy's final demise, he would open up the torrent of time and exile himself in the torrent, and return to Shennongjia in the ancient times with the vortex of time and space countercurrent.

When he looked back, he didn't see the time vortex that brought him to the ancient times. Not far away, he could see the Shocking Tomb of Nine Deaths, which had shrunk many times. I don't know if it was thrown out during the transmission.

He didn't know why Entropy had such a great energy before he died, sending him back to the ancient times. The only thing he can be sure of now is that this doesn't seem to be an illusion.

The existence of the suspected Shennong family that appeared on the mountain not far away may relieve some of his doubts.

Thinking of this, he took a step and walked towards the place where Shennong existed.

The two seemed to be not far apart, but in fact there was an abyss between them, but these couldn't stop Song Xing, and with the Nine Death Shocking Mausoleum armor on, Song Xing came to that mountain peak not long after.

The fragrance of flowers is mixed with the green smell of grass and the smell of sunset in the breeze, forming a strange smell. The environment here is very different from Shennongjia tens of thousands of years later, and the only thing that is the same may be the touch of green that catches the eye.

Pushing aside the bushes, he finally saw the old man who was sitting cross-legged on the rock, but his lower body seemed to be petrified. He was suspected to be Shennong.

As if hearing Song Xing's footsteps, Shennong, who was looking at the sea, turned his head to stare at Song Xing, his eyes were indescribably clear, like a teenager.

"Unexpectedly, there are still people passing by in this barren mountain. It's wonderful, little friend, would you like to come and talk?"

Shennong's eyes showed a bit of a smile, and he spoke.

His language has a somewhat barbaric accent, which sounds a little weird to Song Xing's ears, but it may come from the same source, so he can barely understand it.

Song Xing didn't speak, he went straight to stand opposite him, and looked carefully.

Shennong's weather-stained face showed no specific age, only the inestimable terrifying power hidden under the old skin.

There are two fleshy horns on the forehead of his head, which looks a little weird. He is tall, but he is only wrapped in sackcloth casually, and his whole body is shrouded in a strong sense of death.

At his waist and abdomen, there are a few strands of black thread entangled, swimming like a poisonous snake. Song Xing can see that his waist and abdomen have begun to change towards the stone, which looks inexplicably horrifying.

"Senior, is this poisoned?" Song Xing asked.

With the strength of his spiritual consciousness, after hearing Shennong's words, he analyzed them, and then he spoke, his accent was quite similar to the language of this ancient era, at least Shennong understood it.

Shennong smiled: "The herbs are poisonous, the meridians are broken, hardened like a rock, at most half a day, the old man will be buried in the dust of the southern mountain."

Speaking of the coming of death, the old man has indescribable calmness.

As soon as he said this, a grasshopper happily jumped out of the grass, stopped beside him, its tentacles swayed slightly, and then arrogantly jumped on his body, jumped over the grass, and walked away.

Shennong suddenly found it indescribably interesting. 200 years ago, he was invincible in the world, and there were more than a thousand dragons and tigers.

Unexpectedly, he is lying on the top of the mountain today, unable to move at all, and even a grasshopper doesn't pay attention to him. The world is impermanent, so it is ridiculous.

The more he thought about it, the more funny it became, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Song Xing's eyes showed a bit of amazement. Shennong tasted all kinds of herbs, but he didn't expect that today he saw the living Shennong himself, and it was the moment before he died of poisoning.

Looking at Shennong's slightly sad eyes, Song Xing didn't know where to ask even though there were thousands of words in his heart at the moment.

After all, did Shennong in the ancient times really know about the deeds that happened in the underground abyss tens of thousands of years later?

He moved his ears lightly, and he heard footsteps coming from the mountain path behind him, apparently attracted by Shennong's laughter just now.

He turned his head and looked at the same time as Shennong, and saw a ragged young man, about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a dusty face and vivid eyes, and a green bamboo flute stuck obliquely in his waist.

As soon as the young man got out, he looked up and saw Shennong and Song Xing. He blinked, and Zhanyan smiled at Shennong: "Old man, you were the one laughing just now. I was going to hit a few skylarks just now, and I was caught by you." With a smile, everyone was scared away."

Shen Nong saw that the young man said something funny, and said with a smile: "That's not easy."

Laughed suddenly.

The laughter was like thunder on the ground, deafening.

The young man staggered violently and fell heavily to the ground, his face was pale and his ears were ringing.

Suddenly, more than a dozen birds fell straight down from the sky, and all of them fell into the young man's arms.

Shennong first glanced at Song Xing next to him in surprise, seeing that he was not affected at all, then squinted at the young man, and said with a smile, "Little friend, is this dinner enough?"

The young man was dumbfounded, he looked at the bird in his arms stunned by the laughter for a while, then looked at Shennong, his face was full of astonishment, and then he smiled and said: "Wonderful, wonderful, if the boy has the ability of senior, wouldn't it be the same in this life?" Don't worry about eating and drinking."

Joyfully picked up the bird, came to the mountain stream to pluck and wash, and lit a fire for barbecue.

Song Xing looked at the young man's back, and said calmly: "Laughter alone can stun these birds. If senior is willing, he can also kill people with sound waves. What a magical power!"

Tens of thousands of years later in the world, martial arts is just a show of fists and embroidered legs. In this ancient era, which should have been a time of bare hair and blood, Shennong's family has a very high level of martial arts, which really surprised Song Xing.

This can't help but make him a little suspicious, does the time channel opened by entropy really send him back to the era tens of thousands of years ago?
But judging from the lack of hints from the jade seal, it seems that he is still in the original world, but the time has been advanced to the ancient times tens of thousands of years ago.

Shennong looked at him, and said with a smile: "Little friend can not change his face when I laugh, I think he is really good at cultivation, and he is also a leader among the young generation of Dahuang."

Da Huang, when Song Xing heard this word, his heart moved slightly, but he didn't ask aloud.

"Senior, with such a martial arts cultivation, can he be so poisonous that he can hurt you?"

Shennong sighed: "I have lived for more than 200 years. I have traveled the world for 200 years. I have tasted more than [-] kinds of herbs in more than [-] mountains in the wilderness. The poison of these herbs is now breaking out in my body. The meridians are all broken. Immortal God can't help."

Song Xing thought that in the ancient times, the Shennong family sacrificed their lives to taste the great wisdom of all kinds of herbs in order to save the common people in the world, and felt sad.

Seeming to feel Song Xing's emotions, Shennong smiled again: "You don't have to be sad. Life is a normal thing. I lived for more than 200 years, and I deserve to die. Maybe I can meet you two before I die. It is God's favor, before I die, I still have one wish unfulfilled, maybe I have to ask my little friend for help."

Song Xing took Shennong's pulse when he heard the words, and found that all the meridians in his body were broken. In addition, the meridians were filled with hundreds of mixed poisons, which blocked his meridians. Already dead.

Not far away, the young man was quick in his movements, and he was even more proficient in cooking. After a while, a strong aroma of barbecue came from the top of the mountain.

Shen Nong hadn't eaten for a day, and although his whole body was stiff and was about to turn feathers, he could not help arousing his strong appetite when he smelled the smell of meat.

"It smells so good. My little friend is very skilled. To be able to eat this delicious meal before dying, God really treats me kindly." Shennong was very open about his life and death, and he was in the mood to joke.

The young man turned his head and said with a smile: "Senior, don't worry, you need to add some seasoning."

He went to the mountains to find a handful of green grass and red wild fruits, smashed them and sprinkled them on the roasted bird.

Shennong recognized at a glance that the grass fruits taken by the young man were ganhuacao and red fairy fruit.

The taste of these two herbs is sweet and sour and slightly bitter, they have the effect of promoting blood circulation and relaxing tendons, I didn't expect this young man to know it.

(End of this chapter)