Chapter 284: The Yuanling turns into a butterfly and flies away
After the skillful treatment of Patriarch Wuwei and a few days of recuperation, Chi Yanzi was finally able to walk again, but he still needed a few days of recuperation before he could recover.
However, even if he recovers physically, he will probably not be able to fight for some time.
In his previous battle with Bai Wuchang, Chi Yanzi had been determined to die, leaving himself no room for maneuver. Now, with his internal organs injured and his spiritual veins damaged, his cultivation was severely damaged. For another three to five years, he might not even be able to use his full range of magic.
Fortunately, he had not yet taken the Spirit Gathering Pill that Lingxiang had given him. If he could rest more in a place with abundant spiritual energy in the future, he would be able to recover to his former state.
Zhao Wuyang's luck was not so good. He didn't think about whether the dosage of Lingxiang's Huimeng Pill was too strong, and he had been sleeping until now and had not woken up yet.
Of course, Lingxiang would never admit that the problem was with her. She just made up excuses like Wuyang was too young to tolerate such a dosage of pills, and she wouldn't allow anyone else to say anything else.
However, since the matter here has been resolved and the disciples have had enough time to train, Zhenren Chengxin suggested that it was time to return to the Yuanqing Sect.
The Wuwei Patriarch was quite indifferent, acting as if this trip was just for fun. Every day he would go fishing by the stream or tell stories to his disciples, acting like a storyteller. However, his face was full of mature demeanor, and he even deliberately imitated the demeanor of the storytellers, which was quite funny.
This also made Banxia relax.
Banxia originally thought that Patriarch Wuwei, as the founder of Yuanqing, must have a stern face, but she didn't expect that he would play with these young people. It was really unexpected.
However, Patriarch Wuwei specifically asked Banxia for the Wenwang Bagua, and stared solemnly at the pattern imprinted by Yunzhongjun for a long time. He then carefully looked at the identical pattern on her arm given by the old mountain god. Then he said with a helpless expression that everything is fate, and said nothing more.
This made Banxia confused, but Patriarch Wuwei was unwilling to say more, so she had to give up.
Liu Xia, who had gone out to buy medicine, finally came back. These days, Liu Xia would come to Banxia from time to time, either to boil water and cook together, or to sit together in the morning to regulate their breathing, and he also said that they were fellow disciples helping each other.
What kind of help is this?
Liu Xia is a young official in the governor's mansion. He has never touched onion juice with his fingers, and he may not even be able to tell the difference between onions and garlic. It's good enough that he doesn't cause trouble for himself!
Banxia complained while boiling the medicine with Lingxiang. Seeing Lingxiang putting floating wheat and other hot things into the medicine jar, she couldn't help but ask the question she had before.
Lingxiang explained it to her carefully.
It turns out there are many different types of fever. Everything needs balance. Like Long Qi, who, despite feeling hot all over, was sweating profusely and shivering constantly, this was a sign of the invasion of evil cold, causing internal Qi to sink. Naturally, a warming and cold-dispelling prescription was needed.
After listening to Lingxiang's words, although Banxia didn't quite understand, she understood a truth: everything needs balance, and only by being impartial can it last long.
This was what Master Donghui had said to her before, but she was so absorbed in the art of talismans at the time that she didn't delve into it for a while.
Long Qi had been much quieter these past few days, not as loud and noisy as before. It wasn't that he had suddenly changed his temper, but he was simply puzzled by what the Wuwei Patriarch had said to him.
What does "don't wait for the next life" mean? How can living a good life be related to the next life?
Long Qi always felt uneasy, and he suddenly thought of the dream he had when he was injured and unconscious.
Could it be related to the spiritual incense?
Impossible! The ancestor is Lingxiang's grandfather, he will never watch Lingxiang fall into danger.
But what does that mean?
Looking at Lingxiang talking and laughing with Banxia, Long Qi shook his head.
Anyway, Lingxiang is right beside me, and the ancestor is protecting me, so nothing will go wrong.
Xinyi and Hanyang have been getting close lately, perhaps because of the battle with Wolf Head, they have a tacit understanding with each other, and they have experienced life and death together, so they feel close.
Cheng Xin Zhenren looked at the young people in the courtyard and suddenly felt that if life could be like this, it would be really nice. Just as he was watching all this with a smile on his face, the Wuwei Patriarch floated out from behind him.
"These disciples have truly excellent character and talent, and their future is promising! The Yuanqing sect is on the rise, and with them, it will surely prosper."
Zhenren Chengxin was caught off guard by the sudden appearance and voice of Patriarch Wuwei. He was startled and was about to salute, but was stopped by Wuwei.
"You brothers have taken good care of Yuan Qing, and your master's teachings to you have paid off. This is very good, and I can rest assured now."
When Master Chengxin heard what was said, he felt that there was something more to what Patriarch Wuwei said. After a little thought, he understood what was said and was immediately horrified.
"Master, you..."
Patriarch Wuwei raised his hand and said, "Don't be sad. It's time. The only thing I can't let go of right now is Lingxiang. You brothers have taught her well, but she is a patient person. I'm afraid you don't know much about her thoughts. As a senior brother, you need to give her more advice."
Zhenren Chengxin bowed calmly and said yes.
"This day will come eventually. After a few days, your brothers will also know about it. I am afraid that after I leave, some villains will come looking for me. A seven-year illness requires three years of treatment with moxa. Remember not to choke and dig a well, or die and seek medical treatment."
As Patriarch Wuwei gave these instructions, his body gradually became transparent. In a short while, it turned into fluorescent dots, shaped like butterflies, floating towards the east.
It turned out to be the primordial spirit of the Wuwei ancestor.
Zhenren Chengxin had a solemn expression on his face and bowed towards the east, which was the direction of the Yuanqing School.
"Grandpa is gone." Lingxiang appeared from behind Master Chengxin and said calmly.
"Yes, let's go." Master Chengxin also looked calm.
At this moment, in the Wuji Hall, the Shangqing Zhenren, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes and said with a sigh, "The time has come."
At this moment, the entire Jiuque Mountain began to shake, accompanied by a loud explosion. This movement was so earth-shattering that it terrified the disciples who were meditating in Youyuan Hall. Someone shouted "Earthquake!" and the disciples rushed out in a hurry.
As soon as he ran to the courtyard, he saw that the originally continuous mountains were missing a mountain for no reason, and the headmaster and a group of elders were all standing on the Wangxian Terrace, staring into the distance motionlessly.
At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the clear sky, and groups of black clouds suddenly took shape, like waves of the sea, surging and gathering together, with flying snakes swimming in it, and blue and purple colors merged, roaring non-stop.
Just as the disciples were surprised, the lightning bolts suddenly gathered together. Looking closely, they saw that there was actually a person hanging in the air.
It's a thunder tribulation!
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