Fighter of the Destiny

Guan Feibai wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, not sure if it was because of heat or nervousness.

"What you are refining here is Cinnabar Pill?"

His voice also became a little dry and very low because he was worried that others would hear him.

Zhexiu didn't know what was going on inside the palace gate, but he had taken Cinnabar Pill before and knew the taste, so he nodded.

After receiving his confirmation, Guan Fei took a breath.

In the northern snowfield, the most talked about thing this year was Cinnabar Pill. Of course he also knew about this legendary magical medicine that could revive the dead and give birth to bones.

But at this time, he was not gasping because of shock, but because he was sure of the authenticity of the other rumor.

It turns out that the Cinnabar Pill was really refined by Chen Changsheng. Did it really use his own blood?

Half a year ago, an uncle from Lishan Jian Tang fought a bloody battle with twenty-one demon generals outside the Black Mountain Military Mansion. He returned with his arm broken. He was bleeding to death and the Holy Light Technique had lost its effectiveness. At the last critical moment, It was all thanks to a cinnabar pill that he came back to life.

Thinking of this, Guan Feibai really didn't know how to face Chen Changsheng.

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The door to the apse finally opened, and a wave of heat rushed out. The green leaves on the pear trees fell straight down, as if it was midsummer.

Nan Ke helped Chen Changsheng walk out. His face was a little pale, and he looked like he was recovering from a serious illness.

Archbishop Wenshui quickly stepped forward to greet him.

Chen Changsheng handed the small porcelain bottle in his hand to him.

Naturally, the small porcelain bottle contained extremely precious cinnabar pills.

For more than a year, Chen Changsheng would provide a bottle of Cinnabar Pill to the frontline sergeants every other month.

His blood is limited.

According to time, this month's Cinnabar Pill should have been refined and distributed more than ten days ago. However, he was seriously injured by the Demon Lord on the Snow Ridge and lost a lot of blood. He has been recovering from his injuries at Banya Racecourse since then. There is simply no way it can be done.

He never said anything, but he was actually a little anxious, because he knew that in Yonglan Pass, Yongxue Pass, Congzhou, Heishan, and many places, there were many seriously injured and dying soldiers waiting for the appearance of Cinnabar Pill. , those are the ones who are really anxious.

So when he left Han Qiucheng, he had secretly sent a message to Wenshui, asking the Taoist temple here to prepare the corresponding medicinal materials. When he arrived in Wenshui today, he didn't care that his injuries had not fully recovered yet, and he started Refining of medicines.

Now that this bottle of Cinnabar Pill has finally been refined, the next thing to do is to send it to the military mansion ahead.

In the earliest days, this matter was handled by the Yinghua Palace of the State Church, and later it was handed over to the Tang family. Now that he was in Wenshui, he had no intention of leaving it to the Tang family, because everything that happened that night in Xueling was caused by the Tang family, and the Tang family obviously didn't care about the goodwill he released through Cinnabar Pill.

Chen Changsheng said: "Send someone to Hanqiu City overnight to find the director of Huaiyuan. They know how to distribute them."

It was very quiet. The archbishop didn't answer, and he didn't mean to take the small porcelain bottle.

It wasn't that he dared not follow the edict, or that he was weighing the pros and cons, but that he was too shocked.

There are several very important messages in this sentence, one of which will surely shock the entire continent.

Wang Po returned to Tianliang County.

No matter whether his people are back or not, since Huaiyuan has arrived, it means he has arrived.

Everyone knows that Huaiyuan is Wang Po.

But what really shocked the archbishop was not the news, but the small porcelain bottle itself.

Send someone to Hanqiu City overnight, and there will be enough time to do a lot of tricks, if he wants to do it.

The archbishop's face kept changing, sometimes red and sometimes white, and finally calmed down.

He reached out and took the small porcelain bottle without the slightest tremor.

"I will live up to your Majesty's trust."

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Zhexiu looked at Chen Changsheng's face as pale as paper and said, "Blood can generate itself, but if it does so for a long time, it will have a great impact on cultivation."

Chen Changsheng said: "I consume a lot of spiritual fruit and ginseng every day, so the problem will not be too big."

Zhe Xiu said: "If you want to become a saint, it will be a big problem."

Chen Changsheng was silent for a while and did not answer.

Zhe Xiu stared into his eyes and said, "Didn't she stop you?"

Chen Changsheng knew that she was not Xu Yourong nor the owner of the letter, but Little Black Dragon.

Thinking about the fierce argument at the beginning, he smiled.

Zhexiu said: "Compared to saving those people, your own strength is more important to this world."

Chen Changsheng paused for a moment on the pear tree outside the door and said, "I understand this truth, but...it would be fine if I didn't think of this at the beginning, but now I clearly know that I only need to Shedding some blood can save dozens of lives, but not doing so is really difficult.”

Guan Feibai, who had been silent all this time, said: "It makes sense. If it were me, I would also feel embarrassed."

Zhexiu grew up in a cold and cruel wasteland. He could not understand the thoughts of these famous and authentic disciples in the south. He shook his head and said no more.

"When you were refining the medicine earlier, the Taoist Palace had already announced your arrival to Wenshui."

Guan Feibai looked at Chen Changsheng and said: "What I don't understand is that even if you reveal your identity, the Tang family will never dare to touch you again, but how can you rescue Tang Tang? Even if you go to visit in person, they won't What can you do if I let you see me? There is no way the Pope can break into the ancestral hall."

"I don't know either. Let's check the situation tomorrow."

Chen Changsheng glanced at the night sky and saw stars. It should be a sunny day tomorrow.

It was sunny and warm during the day, but it was windy at night. The winter wind blowing from the mountains in the north entered the city along the Wen River and lingered around the Taoist temple.

The pear tree swayed slightly, and the green leaves fell again. It looked a bit desolate, and seemed to indicate that the weather might change.

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The next morning, the change came.

It wasn't a sudden shower of snow, or a blinding wind, but countless thunders.

The sound of hooves was like thunder, the morning light broke suddenly, the earth shook, and the wilderness was uneasy. An alarm sounded in Wenshui City, and the city gates that had not been closed for hundreds of years closed at an unimaginable speed.

The various city-defending divine crossbows on the city wall turned and pointed at the northern wilderness. Countless powerful and chilling auras spread out, indicating that there were countless formations inside the city gates, within the city walls, and even underground. The law begins to work.

Just looking at the number of the city-defending divine crossbows, the density of the formations, and the flying chariots flying through the air, we know that Wenshui City's defensive capabilities are extremely powerful, seriously exceeding regulations, and even not inferior to Luoyang City at all.

What is even more awe-inspiring is that, whether it is the soldiers at the city gate, the Tang family guards who reacted faster, or the most ordinary merchants and lackeys, although their expressions changed dramatically when they were frightened by the thundering hoofbeats in the distance, they still did not react. Not panicking, observing order, and all returned to the city at a very fast speed.

It is obvious that in the past countless years, although Wenshui City has not faced any military disasters, it has never forgotten the battle.

Not to mention the Tang family's unfathomable heritage, anyone who attacks this fortified city and these well-trained soldiers and civilians will pay a heavy price. Even the most bloody, cruel and violent demon wolf knights would not dare to charge directly with just one breath, and would inevitably stop outside the range of hundreds of divine crossbows.

Sure enough, the thunderous hoofbeats gradually stopped, and the black tide stopped in the wilderness thousands of feet away.