The Great Talisman

Daoyuan grinned. If you don't look closely on the dark face, you can't distinguish the facial features. The two rows of white and delicate teeth look particularly dazzling.

"You can't continue to dispense medicine. Your body bones have been poisoned by the herbal medicine. If you continue, you are not far from death!" Yang Sanyang looked at Dao Yuan with an unprecedented seriousness: "Something messed up, unexpectedly Give yourself a drink, why are you so stupid! No brains? What if you drink yourself to death?"

Daoyuan frowned, clutching his few remaining hairs, and said helplessly: "No way, Brother Si refused to try the medicine, so I can only drink it myself."

Because of the poison of the herbal medicine, the beautiful and black hair had already withered and almost disappeared. With the sparse hair, it could not cover the purple scalp.

Dao Yuan rubbed his body in the water, and the black skin on his body was three points darker than Kunlun Nu. That was a manifestation of the concentration of toxicity on the body surface. It was the extreme bruising, showing an external vision.

If it weren't for the fact that he had already cultivated mana and had the sun divine fire supporting the righteous qi in his body, he would have been poisoned to death by the poison of the herbal medicine.

"It's been a long time since I had a comfortable bath!" Dao Yuan blinked his big eyes and looked at Yang Sanyang: "Little monkey, why did you end up like this? Did you try the medicine too?"

"I didn't test the medicine, I just thought of myself as a fool!" Yang Sanyang rolled his eyes anger.

Dao Yuan walked out of the water with weakness, and his clothes were wet and attached to his body, without the slightest sense of beauty, and some were just clear bones.

Yang Sanyang frowned, looking at the tragic condition of Dao Yuan in front of him, coupled with the pain of the pregnant beads, made him feel anxious, and a fire of depression rose up, wishing to burst out and destroy everything he saw.

"You said that for the sake of morality, is it worth it to make yourself like a person and a ghost?" Yang Sanyang has a taste of hating iron and steel.

Daoyuan smiled, staggered to his feet, and walked slowly toward the top of the mountain: "There is nothing worth or not worth. I have lived together for 100,000 years. You won't understand that kind of feeling."

Yang Sanyang was speechless, looking at Dao Yuan's staggered back, he walked up to support him distressedly: "You...I went to talk with the moral theory, he hurt you to damage the foundation, is it not enough to hurt you?"

"Anyway, I have damaged the foundation and can't survive! I know my own situation!" Dao Yuan lowered his head, grabbing Yang Sanyang's arm with his fingers like chicken feet: "You must not go to him, all this is mine. What I am willing to do has nothing to do with him."

"Where did you get the herbal medicine?" Yang Sanyang returned to the mountain and looked at the mountain of elixir, with a touch of surprise in his eyes.

The age of these herbs is not low, at least ten thousand years, where is the elixir of Dao Yuan?

When Dao Yuan heard that there was something wrong with his expression, he broke free of Yang Sanyang's arm, and said angrily: "You care about me so much!"

While speaking, he came to the cauldron and looked at the black pot of soup medicine, which was as slimy as rice porridge. He found a ceramic bowl in front of Yang Sanyang and handed it over: "Little monkey, since you are back Yes, then try the medicine for me."

While speaking, a pair of eyes looked at him blankly, and his yellow eyes were full of expectation.

"Don't even think about it! My body bones are so weak now, so I am shocked to toss you?" Yang Sanyang looked at the pot of dark stuff, and there was a horror in his eyes. Drinking this stuff will definitely make you bad.

Just take a look at Dao Yuan's appearance now that he is neither human nor ghost!

After speaking, Yang Sanyang turned around, two lines of tears couldn't help falling.

Tell him to drink this dark thing, it's better to die.

"Ah..." Daoyuan sighed and sat back holding the soup medicine, blew the sticky soup medicine in his hand, and took a sip carefully by his mouth.

"vomit……"

At the next moment, Daoyuan vomited and fell apart, his body trembled and sat on the ground, tearfully looking at the decoction: "Failed again!"

The decoction fell to the ground. Daoyuan picked up the decoction and poured it into the medicine field not far away. He looked at Yang Sanyang, who hated iron and steel, his eyes were red and swollen, and he said softly: "I know what's up with you. I haven’t dealt with it since, and look down on each other. But I made the soup and medicine, not all for the four brothers, but more for myself. I damaged my foundation and died ten days after natural disasters. I haven’t lived enough yet, I don’t want to. Death! The elders in the family are still waiting for me to go back! My mother and younger brother are waiting for me to become a fairy at home, how can I die here again!"

"I knew this before, why did you do it in the first place? Why did you hurt your foundation in order to suppress the moral injury? Now you regret it?" Yang Sanyang pointed at Daoyuan's head fiercely, which was originally round and bright, as white as a jade brain. , Turned into a big skeleton at this time, and asked Yang Sanyang to catch fire while watching her.

"I regret it, I don't regret it, it's just a little unwilling!" Dao Yuan sat down with a sullen expression, set up the cauldron, and began to prepare medicinal materials again.

"Are you still here? Do you have to poison yourself to give up?" Yang Sanyang looked at Dao Yuan who was constantly dispensing medicine, his eyelids jumped.

Dao Yuan did not speak, but continued to add water to the cauldron.

"Okay, don't toss about it!" Yang Sanyang knocked the water scoop in Dao Yuan's hand to the ground: "I am going out this time to find a way for you to survive the three plagues. Now I have a clue. It won’t be long before I can let you survive the natural disasters. You toss like this, I’m afraid you will be poisoned to death before the three plagues come."

"A safe way to deal with the three plagues?" Dao Yuan's eyes lit up when he heard the words: "Is this true?"

"You are very good at conditioning your body during this time. Don't mess with these messy things, and refine your body in the calamity!" Yang Sanyang patted Dao Yuan's head: "I, you don't know? If you are not sure about things, how can you be with you? Say?"

Daoyuan's eyes grew brighter when he heard this: "Can the four brothers survive the storm together?"

Yang Sanyang was speechless, and after a while he said, "You are too greedy."

"Oh! Then I'll continue to dispense the medicine. If I was the only one to survive the three plagues, and the senior brother couldn't get through it, how could I just sit idly by?" The excitement in Dao Yuan's eyes gradually extinguished, and he turned back and continued to prepare the herbs.

"Drink! Drink! A bunch of herbs, random configuration, I will drink you to death sooner or later!" Yang Sanyang flicked his sleeves and turned and walked down the mountain.

"Hey, where are you going? Don't stay in the mountains to help me dispense medicine?" Dao Yuan looked at Yang Sanyang's back and shouted expectantly.

"If you miss, continue by yourself, I won't accompany you!" Yang Sanyang rolled his eyes, turned to the distance, and disappeared in the mountains and forests with his fingers.

"Hey!" Dao Yuan's skull-like head was erected, his eyes were full of disappointment, and his gaze was slightly resentful.

Under the mountain

Yang Sanyang's body shape changed on the road, and a few flashes came to the foot of the mountain, standing still under the mountain.

"boom!"

Yang Sanyang couldn't express the suffocation in his heart, and punched the bluestone with a punch, and saw that the bluestone collapsed like tofu, clearly printing a handprint.

"Junior Daoguo? When did you come back?" A voice sounded, and Senior Brother Jiu came from a distance with a warm complexion, looking at the palm print on the blue stone, showing a thoughtful look: "You have seen it? "

"Thank you!" Yang Sanyang gritted his teeth.

"Everyone has their own choice. What should I say about the two of them...?" Senior Brother Ji shook his head: "Dao Yuan is on top?"

Yang Sanyang nodded, and the next moment I saw Senior Brother Nine's body shape disappearing with a'swish', and the whole person disappeared into the world like a streamer, only the voice lingering in his ears: "Then I will hurry up, Dao Yuan Taking advantage of my retreat, I actually dug out the nine-section calamus, which is really improper. If I go late, I will definitely be ruined by the evil."

Yang Sanyang was taken aback, nine-section calamus?

Mountain top

Dao Yuan held a section of nine-section calamus, thought a little, and then dropped the knife in his hand, only to hear a sound of ‘crack’, and the nine-section calamus turned into several sections and was directly thrown into the pot.

"No--------"

The voice was desperate, miserable, and helpless.

Senior Brother Nine was about to split his eyes and watched Daoyuan ruined his nine-section calamus and threw it into the boiling water.

Senior Brother Nine suddenly rushed to the side of the pot and copied it to the boiling hot water.

"Brother, don't you need your hands?" Dao Yuan quickly grabbed Senior Brother Nine who looked crazy.

"You let me go! You let me go! For my brother's nine-section calamus! For my brother's nine-section calamus!" Brother Jiu has red eyes~www.readwn.com~ constantly pulling with Daoyuan, watching Jiu helplessly. When the iris melted into the pot, the voice turned back sadly, grabbing the collar of Daoyuan, his complexion was distraught: "Daoyuan, you scourge, give me nine calamus!"

"Brother, don't you be so stingy? Our senior brothers and sisters have friendship for 100,000 years, isn’t it just borrowing your nine-section calamus for use, why are you so stingy? Besides, the nine-section calamus blends into the pot, and you watch me take it. It's your Nine Festival Iris!" Dao Yuan held his neck unyieldingly.

"You...you...you..." Senior Brother Nine's chest was suffocated, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out: "A sin! This time I have to go to the Patriarch to sue you. You used to ruin my colorful grapes. The water in the Eight Treasure Pond is nothing more. This is the nine-section calamus, which grows for ten thousand years, and can live and die after being swallowed for one hundred thousand years!!!"

"Brother... Are you really going to tell Patriarch? Do you have the heart to watch Patriarch punish me?" Daoyuan said pitifully: "Brother, I am going to die under the disaster. You have already experienced a disaster. The Changsheng Avenue is in sight. A hundred thousand-year-old calamus is nothing more than you are cultivating one. Junior sister, I will really die under the catastrophe, and then you will not be able to see me. If there is no other way, the senior sister does not want to steal the brother. The nine-section calamus..."

While talking, tears flowed down, and Senior Brother Ji was dumbfounded, his anger diminished, and his expression sullenly let go of Dao Yuan: "Nothing! Nothing! No wonder you, the beast of Daoyi!"

As he spoke, his eyes swept away, and he unintentionally saw the medicinal hill not far away, his eyes were straight, and his body suddenly became stiff.

"It's awful!" In response to Senior Brother Nine's gaze, Dao Yuan suddenly cried to himself.