frightfiction Chapter 210: The death of the God of Medicine, an ancient masterpiece.
Chapter 210: The death of the God of Medicine, an ancient masterpiece.
She paused, then continued walking forward indifferently.
Shen Qingqing's voice disappeared.
What came again was Master's clear and still voice.
There were no words, no sorrow or joy, just a sigh of extreme disappointment.
Her fingertips suddenly froze, the color drained from her face bit by bit, and she almost staggered.
Her lips were bitten until they bled and she tasted the strong smell of blood. Only then did she force herself not to stop or look back, but to continue moving forward, towards the mountains and towards the clouds.
All the past is like clouds and smoke.
All old hatreds are the calamities of ascending to immortality.
"Senior sister!"
She stopped dead in her tracks and looked up in surprise.
Is it Xu Youan?
He's out of quarantine?
Threads of joy and surprise intertwined in her heart, and she couldn't wait to turn around.
But at this moment, the same voice of "Senior Sister" came from the front of her again.
With indescribable panic.
She paused as she was about to turn around.
"Senior Sister, I'm behind you."
"Senior sister!"
"Senior Sister, my legs are entangled by vines, help me!"
"Senior sister!"
"Sister, save me, save me, I'm about to be thrown into the abyss, Sister!"
Jiang Liqian's heart was pounding, and the fingers holding the Zhenling Pearl exerted force one by one, and the finger bones turned white.
She didn't know whether all this was true or not, nor did she know whether her junior brother's life was really hanging by a thread.
She would rather get hurt than miss the opportunity to save others.
She wanted to turn around, but the anxious calls of "Senior Sister" prevented her from turning back.
She always felt, she always felt... that the person in front of her who called her Senior Sister was her real junior brother.
He closed his eyes tightly and dug his nails into his flesh.
The next moment, Jiang Liqian opened her eyes, no longer hesitated, and walked forward, never taking a step back and never looking back.
At this moment, the voice of "Senior Sister" seemed to disappear.
But Jiang Liqian was at peace, she knew that she had made the right bet.
The long suspension bridge seemed out of reach, but she only walked for a while before reaching the end of it.
She climbed to the top of the mountain. Above the sea of clouds, a magnificent and towering ladder descended from the nine heavens and slowly extended to her feet.
Cranes are circling, auspicious beasts are roaring, and divine light from the sky is enveloping him.
Jianmu is the ladder to heaven. Climb it and you will ascend to heaven in broad daylight.
Jiang Liqian looked at the ladder leading to heaven in front of her, her eyes so cold that she couldn't see a trace of joy.
She raised her hand, and the Soul-Suppressing Pearl spun in circles in her hand.
"Senior, I am not trespassing in Baicao Valley, but I urgently need a Reincarnation Grass. I hope you will be generous enough to give me one. I will be very grateful."
she shouted.
The surrounding space seemed to be distorted for a moment, and the ladder in front of them was shining with divine light, so beautiful that it made people lose their minds.
"Don't you want to become an immortal?" Ethereal voices came from all directions, with the clear and childish voice unique to children.
Jiang Liqian was slightly surprised, not expecting to hear a child's voice, but she quickly recovered and replied, "We cultivate diligently, spring and winter, summer and autumn, all for the purpose of becoming immortals."
A giggling voice lingered in the air: "Since you want to become an immortal, why don't you climb the ladder to heaven?"
Jiang Li lowered her eyes, her voice cold and clear, each word like a pearl: "Because Jianmu was cut off long ago, Shennong is dead, and the place where this generation will become an immortal is not here."
"How dare you!" The childish voice of the naughty boy suddenly became old and angry.
The sounds of "click" and "click" are endless.
The whole world was in turmoil, and then it peeled off piece by piece like fragments of eggshell.
When all the fragments fell off, Jiang Liqian realized that she was not on the top of the mountain, but in an extremely magnificent temple.
The empty and distant echo is like a god returning to the world.
On the huge bronze pillar, the Azure Dragon is circling, the Vermilion Bird is holding its head high, and the White Tiger is lowering its back, as if it is about to leap out from the pillar at any time to tear and devour the villains who offend the temple. The Black Tortoise is guarding below, supporting the entire temple.
In the center of the temple, there are five statues.
Shennong climbed the Jianmu tree, Shennong picked rare herbs, Shennong obtained the magic whip, Shennong wrote the Classic of Materia Medica, and Shennong held the Gelsemium elegans in his hand.
Each statue carries unparalleled majesty and sacredness.
Even if Jiang Liqian stared at these five statues for a long time, she would feel her spiritual power vibrate and the smell of blood rising to her throat.
"You have passed Shennong's test. Choose one thing and take it away. This is the blessing Shennong has given you."
This time the voice was very clear, it was the voice of a young man.
Jiang Liqian looked around, but still couldn't find the person who was talking.
"Senior, I'm here to look for the reincarnation grass. May I ask where it is?"
The young man's melodious singing began, along with the long-forgotten legends of the temple: "When heaven and earth began, chaos combined, Pangu was born, the sun and the moon separated, Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs, climbed the Jianmu tree, and ferried the common people across. Mountains and rivers flowed endlessly, people were noble and humble, workers pursued selfish desires, the cunning rabbit died, the running dog was cooked, all things withered, the bones mourned, the heavens were angry, and a flood was sent down. Shennong took pity, his heart broken, the God of Medicine died, and the ancient world was lost."
When Jiang Liqian heard the singing gradually fade away, she wanted to ask again, but it was obvious that the other party would not tell her where the reincarnation grass was.
Ask her to pick anything to take away and say it’s a blessing from Shennong?
Jiang Liqian took a few steps forward, and trying hard to suppress the surging blood, he carefully looked at the five statues over and over again.
Her gaze paused on the Yao grass in the center of the Yaochi.
It is said that there is a magical herb in Yaochi that can cure all diseases, help people become immortals, and even bring the dead back to life.
Doesn’t this rumor coincide with the efficacy of the Reincarnation Grass?
Could it be that the reincarnation grass is the Yao grass?
Jiang Liqian stretched out her hand, wanting to pick the Yao grass from the Yaochi, but just as her hand was about to touch the Yao grass, she stopped hesitantly.
The boy's singing just now kept coming back to my mind.
People are noble or humble, they work for selfish desires, the cunning rabbit dies and the running dog is cooked, all things wither, the bones mourn, the heaven is angry and sends down a flood, Shennong takes pity, his heart is broken and the god of medicine dies, it is the end of ancient times.
Shennong's pity, heartbreak, the death of the medicine god, the ancient...
Shennong died after eating Gelsemium elegans.
There is death, therefore there is life.
There is the death of a god, and therefore there is the birth of a god.
Ugh?
Jiang Liqian rubbed his temple in confusion.
What was she thinking about? What about the death of a god, and the birth of a god...
However, she knew what the real Salamander Grass was!
Turning around, she walked quickly to the fifth statue and took down the jade basin that Shennong was holding in his hand.
In an instant, a green light flashed, and a magical herb exactly the same as the one on the map appeared in her hand, but one of the green lights turned into an inconspicuous dead wood ring and was put on the middle finger of her left hand.
Jiang Liqian was stunned and looked at the ring strangely. She raised her hand to take it off, but found that no matter how hard she tried, the ring seemed to be connected to her finger and could not be taken off.
And at this moment, the old voice filled with terrible anger resounded throughout the temple.
"How dare you take Jianmu privately!"
"punish!"