The strongest medical saint in the city

Chapter 1162

"You said these are the functions of the bed?"

"Yes, and this is just a small effect of the cold jade ice bed."

Zhao Jiancheng looked at Zhou You, obviously with a faint smile on his face, but his tone was extremely sad:

"The icy jade bed of the former master's school not only can improve the cultivation base, but also allows the masters of the god-transformation realm who are on the verge of death and their souls to collapse to stabilize their souls, and it also allows mortal children who have been split into bones to reborn and enter the realm of cultivation. Avenue."

When talking about this, Zhao Jiancheng's tone was a bit sad: "But this cold ice jade bed where the flesh and bones of the living dead are said to gather souls, but it makes my wife freeze and sleep forever, and makes my daughter grow up. Slowly, the cold air entered the body and tortured..."

"Ah," Miezhu was slowed down by countless beats of reflexes, and finally fell back to the point, and exclaimed angrily: "So you stole the icy jade bed of the master's school back then?"

After Zhou You glanced at Mie Zhu, he frowned slightly.

And Zhao Jiancheng, who was listening to Miezhu's words, his face was already pale, and he sat down on the chair: "Yes, I took the risk and made a big mistake in order to save my wife who was seriously ill. lost my daughter."

"Mayor Zhao, I can understand your current mood, but..." Zhou You's doubts were getting bigger and bigger. He felt that listening to him was like listening to heavenly scriptures, so he had to interrupt him.

After Zhao Jiancheng wiped his face, his gaze calmed down, and he said, "I said I wanted to tell you a story with Dr. Zhou, but it's just because I can't bear to look back on the past. Forgive me for not knowing how to speak."

Zhou You, who already knew a little bit, raised his eyebrows, but what could he do? If he wanted to hear it, he could only forgive Mayor Zhao for his chaotic narration in a chaotic mood.

Fortunately, Zhao Jiancheng finally calmed down after so much laying the foundations upside down, and started from the beginning:

"Actually, the story begins with the last opening of the master's gate 300 years ago. At that time, the four of us hadn't entered the cultivation, because we were the last to enter the master's gate, and we were the youngest. But the situation was chaotic at that time, and we were not yet home , I once followed the elders in the division to practice.

It was also during that experience that a few of us accidentally heard about the sacred objects in the master's gate. All the major gates in the cultivation world have gradually declined with the disappearance of aura. Only the master's gate has continued to shine for more than 2000 years and has become a hidden In the existence of Shitaoyuan, there are constantly amazing and brilliant comprehension geniuses born out of nowhere.

Those of us who came out to practice that year really learned about the Four Great Sacred Objects for various reasons, so we had evil thoughts in our hearts, and waited for decades after we went back.

Maybe it was just a coincidence. In the great chaos a hundred years later, we, who each betrayed our sect, took advantage of the chaos to divide up and take away the four holy objects.

It's just that although the four sacred objects of the division have helped us get our name, they seem to have fallen with the dust of the division.The ancient divine weapon, the Burning Heaven Sword, was broken, and only Han was left on the ice jade bed of the Holy Treasure, and the blood soul made the medical school famous all over the world, but it also made Doctor Liu unable to improve his cultivation from now on, and he was also poisoned by Gu poison. unconscious.

Old Chu took away the statue of Honghuang, but unfortunately he was cut off. He joined the special department in the capital, and even worked his way up to the position of director, but he never saw the statue of Honghuang again until he fell into a coma.When it reappeared, the idol had been shattered.

It is only now that I understand that the so-called Four Great Sacred Relics are sacred relics only in the hands of the master, and only in the hands of the suzerain, and in the hands of ordinary people like us, it will only add years of regret..."

Speaking of this, Zhao Jiancheng clasped his hands tightly, and he tried so hard that his knuckles began to turn white, trying to offset the regret in his chest for so many years.

"Even though it's been so many years..." Zhao Jiancheng's voice was low and low, as if following the elaboration of the past, he vaguely saw how excited he was when he just entered the teacher's school.

In the happy and carefree years of Shimen, the greatest blessing is getting married with his wife, the speeches from the elders, the blessings from his companions, the heart beating uncontrollably under the candles, and the bright and bright smile of his wife, who is as moist and healthy as a red apple Appearance.

Suddenly 200 years passed by like water, Zhao Jiancheng suddenly looked back now, and in words, he was like his previous life.

"You mean, you entered the sect 300 years ago? It is said that if you have reached a certain level of cultivation, your lifespan can increase, but I don't feel that you have the cultivation base of a practitioner."

Zhou You couldn't understand Zhao Jiancheng's chaotic mood at this time. He just felt strange. It is said that even if the cultivation base of a cultivator deliberately concealed it, he would be like him. If he was discovered by Lord Lei and the Venerable Mountain, even if his cultivation base was different. Points, but no matter what, it can't be watertight, right?

"I haven't cultivated..."

The hands that Zhao Jianjiao shook were pale with force, and his words were also a little pale:

"Maybe it's retribution. After taking the four sacred objects, our cultivation base is retreating day by day, but our lifespan is not reduced. For us, time is like a freeze frame. We can only watch the people around us grow old, sick and die every day. Every year, I have to change my identity and live in a different city.”

Looking at the strength of Zhao Jiancheng's hands, Zhou You could imagine his inner struggle at this moment, and from his words, he could also hear the hardships and pains he had experienced.

"I wanted to use the ice jade bed to save my wife, but she was completely frozen."

Zhao Jiancheng looked at his hand with blurred and lost eyes:

"I want to save my daughter, but it can only make her suffer more. I am a person who cultivates the way of life, and what I long for is freedom and freedom. I have unlimited life. I have hated and resented, and then I realized... The day the door starts, the world will become our hell, and death is forgiveness for us.”

That serious?But it seems to be the same.Zhou You was still slightly confused, and asked bluntly: "Then according to what you said, the daughter you are talking about is not Zhao Zitong?"

Zhao Jiancheng shook his head dejectedly.

"But Zitong should also be your daughter, right?" Zhou You was even more confused: "But the age seems wrong..."

"She's not," Zhao Jiancheng sighed. "At the beginning I wanted to save my daughter. She has been terminally ill since she was born, and she is in pain every day. Because of my wife's experience, I dare not let her lie on the ice jade bed again. Being able to get close, I want to use the power of the cold ice jade bed to help her offset the pain.

But I didn't expect that although the ice jade bed offset her pain, it also made her grow ten times slower than normal people. Ten years for normal people, compared to my daughter's body, is only one year older. , even though the pain has been offset by the cold jade bed all these years..."

(End of this chapter)