Xiao Longnu glanced at Lin Qingxuan, and felt that standing next to Brother Lin, who was standing with his hands behind his hands, this feeling of swimming in the Milky Way was so wonderful; she just wished that time could stay at this moment forever...

Three days later, in a valley in Mang Mountain, an old man with silver beard and hair wearing a ge robe sat in a pavilion. He had a medicine hoe hanging on his waist, squatting in front of a copper stove, carefully lighting the charcoal fire, and keeping the fire warm.

The burner of the copper stove is stable and unchanged.

After a long time, the old man felt that the heat was up, so he took out a brocade box from the basket hanging beside him, opened it and saw that inside was a foot-long snow-white ginseng, which looked like a formed child, with a head, body, limbs,

They all have it, and there is a faint blood color on the skin.

Although the old man is a famous medical expert in the world, he still praised this branch of snow ginseng and whispered: "This thousand-year-old snow ginseng can cure terminal diseases, detoxify hundreds of poisons, and has the power to revive the dead and prolong life. It's okay to eat it for nothing."

If it can extend your life by one century, I will make it into the Dragon Ginseng Life-Saving Pill, which will extend your life by thirty years. It may be okay to live another forty years.'

As he spoke, the old man opened the lid of the copper stove without slowing down his hands and used his kung fu to rub the snow ginseng into several pieces and throw them in. After a while, a strange medicinal fragrance was revealed in the air.

This is a longevity recipe made from the bones and blood of spiritual snakes that the old man has fed with secret medicine for decades, dozens of rare treasure medicines, and finally the thousand-year-old snow ginseng. It is the hard work of the old man's life.

After about half an hour, the old man smelled the smell changed from fragrant to stink, and then from stink to fragrant three times. Knowing that the elixir was ready, he hurriedly pulled out the charcoal and turned off the fire. Then he grabbed the ointment from the copper stove with lightning skills and took advantage of it.

When it is as hot as fire, roll it into pills and place it in a porcelain bottle.

After all the ointments in the furnace were kneaded into pills, the old man counted them and saw that there were twelve pills. He smiled and said: "Taking this pill can extend your life for three years. It's a pity that my Big Treasure Snake and Baicao Tuer's Thousand-Year Snow Ginseng

They are all treasures that can only be encountered but cannot be obtained. If I want to practice this treasure in the future, I am afraid that it will be extremely difficult to find the elixir.'

The old man was none other than Liang Ziwen, who had been searching for his uncle Mu Shiba for thirty years without success. While searching for Mu Shiba, he studied medicine intensively and fed the big snake again. Later, he joined a gang by chance, and now he has become a successful man.

The Supreme Elder has also recruited several good young people as disciples within the sect.

This year, the Dabao Snake matured, so Liang Ziwen used the Dabao Snake as the main medicine, and also used the thousand-year-old snow ginseng, the most cherished plant in our religion, as a guide to make a dragon ginseng life-preserving pill to prolong life.

After putting away the copper stove and other household items, Liang Ziwen should first take a precious medicine, and then practice Qigong to absorb the power of the medicine.

After a long while, Liang Ziwen slowly woke up, and then he felt that his qi, blood, muscles and bones were much stronger than before. He knew that his body had been nourished by the medicine and returned to youth for several years. This could be considered as prolonging his life.

Liang Ziweng was very proud. Before he could stand up, he heard a noise in the distance. He frowned and heard that Baicao Xian, the eldest disciple of our sect, was calling him. He then used his power to spread his voice and said: "Baicao'er, for

The teacher is here.'

After a while, a white-haired old man walked over quickly carrying a scribe with three locks of hair on his back.

When Liang Ziwen saw the scribe's pale face, he frowned and said, "Why is the Wheel-turning King so seriously injured?"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and opened the scribe's clothes. He saw a purple-red palm print on his vest and his soft tentacles. Knowing that he had the best heavy palm power in the world, he frowned and said: "The Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon? Why did you provoke Lu?"

Have legs?

The scribe said feebly: "Master Shi and the two envoys on his left and right died in the battle of Lanzhou, and the Holy Fire Order of our religion disappeared without a trace. I am the first protector of the religion, and I should take over the position of leader, but I have never learned anything since I came here.

The world has shifted greatly. Secondly, if I can't avenge the leader, and I can't take back the Holy Fire Token, how can I convince everyone? I should go to the Beggar Clan to retrieve the Holy Fire Token.

Unexpectedly, Lu Youjiao learned from Guo Jing that the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms were too powerful. I accidentally hit him with a palm, but I also hit him in the heart with the Bone Transforming Palm. He was so old that he would not be able to survive me.

However, if Master Shengyin, Dharma King Yanbo and Brother Baicao hadn't risked their lives to save me, I would have died in Junshan long ago... Ahem King Chakravartin said a few words, which caused a violent cough and even squirting. A mouthful of blood came out.

Liang Ziweng coldly snorted: "Master Shengyin, Yanbo Diaosou and Baicaozi, how dare you go to Junshan Headquarters to cause trouble with the Beggar Clan? Hey, Zhang Yimeng, you really take yourself as the Dharma King seriously. In order to do this, The leader's life is at stake, so who are the Beggar Clan's Gang Leader Hong and Gang Leader Huang? How could they not have a backup plan to guard against you?

Although Lu Youjiao is not the best in the world, I am not sure of victory. After the death of Master Shi, is there anyone in this sect who is better than me in martial arts? Why are you running around blindly if you don't want to stay at Guangmingding?

Now that I have fallen in love with Lu Youjiao, I am afraid that the Beggar Clan is unwilling to give up and will cause more troubles in the future.

Although Liang Ziwen was scolding the two of them, he was not slow with his hands. He felt the pulse, transferred Qi, massage, etc. in one go. Then he took out a Dragon Ginseng Life-Saving Pill with a pained expression on his face and gave it to Zhang Yimeng to drink.

When his face turned rosy, he snorted coldly: "You owe me your life.

Zhang Yimeng said in a deep voice: "Uncle Liang, don't worry, I will listen to your instructions from now on.

Liang Ziweng nodded, glanced at his disciple Baicaozi, known as the Baicao Immortal in the world, and cursed: "You don't need to tell me what medicine to cook before you take him down to rest, right?"

Baicao Xian looked like he was in his seventies, but in front of Liang Ziwen, he bowed tremblingly and said: "Disciple understands, Sanhe Baoling Decoction, double the poria and half the musk.

Liang Ziwen nodded with satisfaction.

After Baicaoxian and Zhang Yimeng retreated, Liang Ziwen suddenly turned around and said: "Since our friends from the Beggar Clan are chasing us, please show your face."

As soon as the grass moved, three old beggars and more than twenty young beggars jumped out. Only one of the three old beggars was wearing tattered clothes with nine pockets sewn on his shoulders. The other two beggars were wearing clean and complete clothes with seams on the back. He had eight bags, and the other disciples also had five or six bags.

The old beggar at the head bowed and said: "Old beggar Hua Wanyansong, I have long heard that Mr. Liang, the old weirdo of Ginseng Immortal, is the martial arts master in Changbai Mountain outside the Pass. Why do you want to get involved in the muddy waters of my Beggar Clan and Mingjiao?'

Liang Ziweng also knew that Wan Yansong, the elder of the Nine Bags of Beggar Clan, was very powerful with his iron palm grappling skills, so he didn't rely on it. He held his hands in return and said: "I am also a member of the Ming Cult now.

You and my sect fought three consecutive battles in Lanzhou, Ganzhou, and Guazhou. Our Ming sect was defeated. Even Master Shi was seriously injured and died. But you should not have snatched my Holy Fire Order. Now it is even more outrageous. You actually chased me to death. Come here, old immortal, hey, what do you want, draw a line?'

Wan Yansong took a step forward and said: "Zhang Yimeng plotted against my gang leader Lu. The death penalty is unforgivable. Mr. Liang cherishes life the most. It is not easy to live to more than ninety years old. It's better not to interfere. I will catch him later." Zhang Yimeng will leave. You can let Baicao Fairy go. If the old man is not satisfied, let the junior come back to apologize later.'

Wan Yansong seemed to be polite in what he said, but his demeanor and tone did not take Liang Ziwen seriously at all. Liang Ziwen laughed angrily and said, "Okay, I won't let you beggars know how powerful I am today."

A few hours later, Wan Yansong's arms were limply hanging in front of him, with blood on the corner of his mouth. The two eight-bag elders behind him had two more footprints on their clothes. Liang Ziwen didn't even use the medicine hoe, and just stood there with a sneer. With.

Knowing that everyone standing shoulder to shoulder was no match for Old Monster Liang, Wan Yansong snorted coldly: "Don't worry, Old Man Liang, I was the one who was tricked by the beggar gang today. Come and teach me another day!'

Everyone in the Beggar Clan glared at Liang Ziwen fiercely and turned around to leave.

After everyone left, Liang Ziweng's expression suddenly changed, and Sayazi ran towards the thatched cottage in the distance, shouting as he ran: "It's a disaster, it's a disaster, Baicao'er, hurry up and carry Zhang Yimeng, let's go back to Kunlun Mountain, and then

If you stay here, the old man will throw away a handful of his bones.
Chapter completed!