Chapter 762 The Return of the Gods 46
The bubble of emotion in Yu Wan's heart was immediately burst, and she stared at her with an indescribable look.
"How much have you learned?"
Quan Jiu smiled like a fox: "How can I say this with such a nerve..."
Yu Wan: “…”
I understand.
I guess I have learned everything I need to learn.
She was not unhappy in her heart. It would take an ordinary person at least two months to learn the elven medical skills. The fact that she was able to learn the elven medical skills in just a few days proved that she was a medical genius.
Thinking of the medical genius, her eyes flickered slightly, and she thought of Ajiu again.
In the field of medicine, she had never seen anyone more talented than Ajiu.
………
"This is the entrance of the Forgotten River in the Sky Continent."
Wan Chaolin stood on the shore and looked ahead, seeing a long blood-yellow river.
It was filled with lonely ghosts that could not enter the cycle of reincarnation, and was full of insects and snakes. The white ghosts roared in pain and pounced towards the three people on the shore, but when they reached the shore, they were bound and entangled by the Forgetful River.
001 was standing close to the shore, and a ghost that looked like a jackal opened its bloody mouth towards him, and was about to bite the hem of his clothes and drag him down.
The man raised his foot calmly, and as the ghost pounced on him, he stepped on the top of its head.
"This ghost actually has a physical form."
If it can take on a physical form, it must be an evil ghost with incredible power.
He Qingsui looked at him meaningfully: "We need to cross the river, and it's not a good thing for them to have a physical form."
001's ears are filled with the roar of ghosts:
"It's rumored that the Forgotten River is too large for boats to carry. Any object that reaches the river will sink. How can we cross it?"
He Qing threw out two magic weapons to try. When the magic weapons touched the water surface, they all sank. His black eyes sank slightly.
As a true god, he can cross the river by brute force, but it will definitely alarm the person in the Hall of Yama.
Wan Chaolin looked at the two sacrificed spiritual weapons with a pained expression: "Palace Master, how about we go back and discuss this matter?"
He Qingsui remained silent, but 001 spoke up: "I won't go back with you."
He Qingsui's amber eyes fell on him. 001 had no other decent weapons except the sword on his body.
"This sword was given to me by a friend. I usually chop people's heads off like chopping cotton. I'm not sure if it will work."
001Baby touched the hilt and scabbard.
There are so many magical things about this sword. Unlike the cold silver color of steel and iron, it is crystal clear milky white all over and looks more like a toy sword.
A glimmer of longing flashed in his eyes, and he threw the sword into the Forgotten River.
The milky white hilt of the sword first touched the turbid surface of the Forgotten River and suddenly sank down.
001's heart sank as the sword sank. Without thinking, he reached out to Wangchuan, wanting to grasp the hilt of the sword.
"Are you crazy? This river of forgetfulness can swallow up living souls!"
He Qingsui waved his long sleeves, and a gust of wind stopped 001 in time. His slender fingertips moved away from the water surface, and 001 did not hesitate and reached out to the Wangchuan River again!
Wan Chaolin was shocked by his madness: "It's just a sword, why do you have to fight so hard..."
Just when 001's fingertips were about to touch the water surface, the hilt of the sword, which had been sinking, floated up again, as if it had sunk just now just to adapt to the buoyancy of the water.
He Qingsui narrowed his eyes slightly.
He actually succeeded?
001 breathed a sigh of relief. His boss was really powerful. The things he gave him could easily crush spiritual weapons.
He Qingsui: "If you take me across the river, I'll grant you a condition."
001 agreed without hesitation: "Okay."
The long sword became bigger and wider, just enough for three people to cross the river together. The ghosts on the water were still roaring. He Qingsui opened the barrier to block all the ghosts' attacks.
The long sword sailed smoothly on the water, and Wan Chaolin breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally, everything is fine."
001 stood in the first place and concentrated on flying the sword. Although he had only acquired spiritual power for a short time, he seemed to have done the sword-flying movements thousands of times and quickly mastered the key points.
The sword had traveled halfway and arrived in the middle of the river. The originally calm lake surface was suddenly filled with huge waves, and a huge creature jumped out of the water.
He Qingsui's expression was solemn: "Phoenix of Hell!"
The phoenix resembled a phoenix, with flames burning all over its body and red wings as light as feathers flapping in the air. Its dark yellow eyes stared at the three people on the water, and it suddenly swooped down and overturned the long sword.
A wave bloomed on the water.
………
001 was conscious but unable to move his body, and he was forced to have a dream.
The child in the dream was about seven or eight years old, with bright white teeth, but his face was covered with dust and dirt, he was dressed in rags, and he begged on the roadside every day.
001 was about to leave, but found that he could only follow the little boy.
The little boy begged on the street day after day, never having enough food to eat, and was often beaten and scolded by his father when he returned home. Over time, his bright eyes became numb and dull.
The change happened a month later. In order to save someone, he crashed into the carriage of a nobleman. The little boy was knocked to the ground and was in great pain, but was surrounded by guards.
He thought he would be beaten to death, but finally, a bony hand stretched out from behind the carriage curtain, and a gentle voice came.
"Just a kid, that's all."
The little boy saved his life.
001 wanted to see the person in the sedan chair clearly, but his body was unable to move freely, and he could only watch the carriage go away.
Two months later, it was completely dark. The little beggar squatted in the alley and didn't dare to go home. He didn't beg enough silver that day, and he would definitely be beaten if he went home.
He was cold and hungry, so he hugged his legs and buried his head in his knees.
Suddenly, a low cough was heard from the trash can nearby. The little beggar turned around and saw a pair of slender, snow-white, blood-stained hands.
He had seen this pair of hands that could be called a work of art.
After all, it was firm and powerful when it opened the curtain.
But now, its palm is facing upwards, slightly open and powerless.
…
"Little guy, you saved me?"
The man on the bed woke up, his eyes warm.
It's called a bed, but it's actually just a small bed made of a few pieces of old cardboard on the ground with a sheet on top. It's very hard.
001 still couldn't see his face clearly, as it was covered with a layer of mist.
The little beggar put down the green paste in his hand. He had no money, so he could only go to the mountain to find the herbs that his mother picked for him in his memory and apply them to his wounds.
The cliff was difficult to climb after the heavy rain. He fell several times, half of his body was covered in mud, and his hair was covered with dried dirt. He glanced at the man in white clothes as white as snow and with an outstanding temperament. His fingers turned white and he lowered his head.
Ignoring his question, the little beggar put down the herbs and left.
He had seen too much about the fickleness of human nature and the distinctions between the high and the low. Such noble and important people looked down on the lowly people like them from the bottom of their hearts.
The man rested for a day and was able to get out of bed the next day. Unlike the little beggar's expectations, he did not leave without saying goodbye.
"I'm hungry."
The gentle man seemed not to notice the dust on the steps and sat down beside him.
The little beggar was a little annoyed: "I only have steamed bread."
He must not be used to the food, and this is exactly the result he wants, to make him give up.
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