"Huh!" Xiao Jingchen walked out of the disappeared image. With a tired look, he sat on the ground weakly holding his injured body and looked at Han Ke who fell to the ground in the distance.
Xiao Jingchen felt that his eyes were a little distracted, not a little hazy, his eyelids were very heavy, his mouth was breathing a little fast, and he suddenly closed his eyes and fell backwards.
The moment Xiao Jingchen fell to the ground, a weak and petite figure appeared out of thin air, caught the unconscious body and fell into his arms. Looking at Xiao Jingchen's face as tender as the sun with his eyes closed, Xiao Jingchen's mouth was breathing evenly from time to time, and his figure was slightly
He moved his head to the delicate white thighs, staring straight at the sleeping man, with only tenderness in his eyes.
In the darkness deep in the forest, those charming black eyes have been watching the situation on the battlefield. After seeing that Han Ke was defeated, he did not take action rashly. He raised his steps and retreated. The hero did not suffer the loss in front of him, and his back was far away.
He turned back and took one last look at Xiao Jingchen who had passed out. His eyes were filled with cold light, the corners of his mouth were raised with a hint of expectation, and he murmured in a low and hoarse voice: "I hope to see you again in the Prince's Palace."
One day has passed since the day's battle. Hank did not stand up until the end. He was hugged by the man in black robes, and the mountain bear did not pursue him. After all, his body was seriously injured and needed to be healed as soon as possible, otherwise he would be in this forest full of dangers.
It's very dangerous here.
It was late at night, and it was eerily quiet. Sporadic roars came from the distance, and soon they gradually faded away. The silvery moonlight shone on the big trees in the forest, and was reflected on the earth through the branches. It was eerie and terrifying, and the gentle breeze was gentle.
The leaves were blown gently, making a rustling sound.
Faint sparks flickered from a cave in the distance, and red flames jumped happily beside the bonfire, making the whole cave bright. On a bed made of piles of stones and weeds, a man lay with his eyes evenly closed.
The sound of his breathing proved that this person was really sleeping. His right shoulder was wrapped in a layer of white cloth. There was a girl sitting on the stone bench next to him.
At this time, the girl put her hands on the bed, and her little ghostly head was leaning next to the man. Her eyes were slightly closed, as if she was asleep. Sometimes she frowned lightly, and sometimes she smiled softly, which made her look very sleeping.
It's eye-catching.
"It hurts me so much. Where is this?" Xiao Jingchen opened his eyes slightly and hummed.
"Brother Xiao, you're awake, you're really worried about me." Murong Yu'er, who was sleeping soundly, woke up from her dream when she heard the voice, her eyes widened with a trace of blood in them, and her body was quite exhausted.
"What's going on? I remember I was fighting with Hank, and then I hit him, and then..." The man put his hands on his temples, thinking about the previous scene.
"His."
He took a deep breath of cold air from the corner of his mouth, his whole body ached, and the shoulder of the raised hand felt burning pain. Looking at the wrapped place, Xiao Jingchen felt a warmth fill his heart.
Murong Yu'er saw Xiao Jingchen's expression with a hint of tenderness, and hurriedly held Xiao Jingchen's hand and worriedly said: "Brother Xiao, have you forgotten that you fainted after knocking Han Ke to the ground? I was scared to death at that time.
"
"Look, am I okay? Help me down for a walk." Xiao Jingchen felt a pair of slender and tender hands holding him, and he felt very embarrassed.
Murong Yu'er also felt it. Just now she was so excited that she took hold of Xiao Jingchen's big hand. The long and thick hand was a little rough. Her face instantly turned red and her little head went straight down, not daring to look directly at Xiao Jingchen's face.
"you"
"you"
As if they had a telepathic connection, the two of them spoke at the same time, and then suddenly closed their mouths. Not knowing what to say, the two of them just sat like that, one buried his head deeply, and the other stared at the bonfire next to him. The cave was full of embarrassment.
atmosphere.
"You two really think that my mother and I are transparent." A woman's voice came, and I saw a slightly taller woman with long brown hair tied up and a snow-white oval face standing next to the entrance of the cave. She was smiling and smiling.
Look at the two people.
"You are the Mountain Bear" Xiao Jingchen was shocked. Just as he was about to stand up, a burning pain hit his shoulder and he sat down on the bed.
"Brother Xiao, your wound hasn't healed yet, don't move." Murong Yu'er said worriedly, turning to look at the woman at the entrance of the cave with a girlish look on her face: "Aunt Qingxin, you are making fun of me.
I will ignore you."
"Aunt"
Seeing Murong Yu'er calling Auntie Split Mountain Bear, Xiao Jingchen was even more confused and couldn't help but blurt out.
"Brother Xiao, after you passed out, Aunt Qingxin and I dragged you in together." Murong Yu'er was afraid that Xiao Jingchen would misunderstand, so she hurriedly explained.
"Thank you very much," Xiao Jingchen was not a heartless person. Since he saved himself, of course he would reciprocate with courtesy and said with cupped hands.
"I should be the one thanking you two. If you hadn't appeared in time and defeated those people, maybe now..." The middle-aged woman couldn't help sobbing softly when she said this.
"Uh-huh"
As if feeling his mother's grievance, the little guy hiding in his aunt's arms screamed softly, looking very cute.
"It's the Little Split Mountain Bear. It's so cute!" Murong Yu'er ran over like a child and picked up the little guy from her aunt's hand, kissing him affectionately with her mouth, looking very fond of it.
The little guy who hadn't opened his eyes yet felt a pair of soft little hands hugging him intimately. His two front paws were swinging randomly in the air, and the corners of his mouth were bulging, looking very angry.
Being able to accidentally save the mother and son, this little injury was nothing. Xiao Jingchen was very happy and did not stand by and watch. If he did that, he might regret it for the rest of his life.
"By the way, what happened to Hank and the man in black, and the man hiding in the dark." Xiao Jingchen couldn't help but think of what happened before he fell into coma.
"After that Hank was knocked unconscious by you, he was taken away by the man in black robe. As for the man hiding in the dark, I also went there afterwards, but I only saw some shoe footprints and trampled weeds on the ground, and
I didn't find anyone, I guess I saw you running away quietly after defeating Hank." The middle-aged woman said unhurriedly, with a very worried look on her face, fearing that those people would come back by then.
"It seems that this place is not suitable for staying for a long time. We should change places as soon as possible." Xiao Jingchen frowned and said worriedly.
"I think so too, but I was seriously injured and you have fainted. I can only stay here now and wait until you wake up to make a decision. Since you said so, we will retreat deep into the forest early tomorrow morning. I believe that even if they
I won't succeed easily again." The middle-aged woman looked like she was expecting everyone, and her expression suddenly relaxed.
"Why did they hurt you and take away your child?" Xiao Jingchen had always had a doubt in his heart and wanted to understand it, so he asked.
"Spirit Gathering Pill" the middle-aged woman hesitated to speak, looking very unnatural, and finally blurted out.
"Spirit Gathering Pill" Xiao Jingchen was puzzled. Seeing that the middle-aged woman was unwilling to say more, he turned to look at Murong Yu'er, trying to find out from her.
Seeing the questioning look in Xiao Jingchen's eyes, Murong Yu'er sweetened her lips and said, "The Spirit Gathering Pill must use the blood of intermediate ferocious beasts as the medicine. It is made by collecting a variety of elixirs and combining them to make it.
A person's spiritual power surges instantly and he fights across a realm, but the side effects are huge, because it overdrafts the original power of the human body. In the end, the person's meridians will be severed and the entire body will be paralyzed, or the person's body will die directly."
Xiao Jingchen was shocked after hearing what Murong Yu'er said. If there was not one such person, but hundreds or even thousands, the consequences would be really disastrous.
Seeing Xiao Jingchen's frightened look, Murong Yu'er twisted her beautiful eyes slightly and said hurriedly: "Don't worry, the consequences of doing this are usually very serious, and alchemists are organized and will not easily do anything for any family or aristocratic family.
, if the royal family and sects refine such elixirs, if they are discovered, they will be directly deprived of their qualifications as alchemists, their spiritual fire will be abolished, and they will be sent to purgatory."
"What is an alchemist?" Xiao Jingchen looked as if he had just walked out of the deep mountains and forests, and did not understand anything about the colorful world outside.
Murong Yu'er patiently explained: "Alchemist is a profession that everyone in the mainland envies, and it is also the target of all major forces to win over. Even a junior first-level alchemist, as long as he can refine a complete pill, then
They are the guests of great power. There are three levels and nine levels of alchemists. Each alchemist must pass an assessment to advance, and each person who is assessed must gather spiritual fire.
Levels one to three are junior alchemists.
Levels 4 to 6 are intermediate alchemists.
Levels seven to nine are advanced alchemists.
And after the ninth level, there is the Alchemist. Such peak existences have always been seen by dragons, but they are comparable to those in the late stage of the God Realm." Listening to Murong Yu'er talking endlessly about the origin of the alchemist.
and formation, Xiao Jingchen slowly learned about this behemoth organization. He was shocked and looking forward to it. At the same time, he also hoped that he could become an alchemist one day.
"What is spiritual fire?" Xiao Jingchen scratched his scalp in embarrassment and looked at Murong Yu'er.
"The spiritual fire is actually three lights in the human body, one on the forehead and one on each shoulder. There is a small flame in the body from birth. As the age increases, the flame will gradually grow.
When you reach the age of fifteen, the three lights in your body will automatically stop growing, and will eventually go out as a person ages, gets sick, and dies." Murong Yu'er said delicately, blinking.
Xiao Jingchen was also confused when he heard about the origin of spiritual fire. Since there is spiritual fire in people's bodies, why do so many people worship alchemists? Can't they just become an alchemist and make elixirs themselves?
In fact, Xiao Jingchen only knew one thing but not the other. The spiritual fire did exist in the human body after birth, but it was not a real spiritual fire. It was just three separate lights and did not merge together to form a real spiritual fire.
Spiritual fire requires the injection of spiritual power to condense the lights from three directions in the body together. However, everyone can only turn on the spiritual fire when they reach adulthood at the age of fifteen, and at most one person among a hundred people can turn on the spiritual fire.
The probability that an individual can successfully condense into spiritual fire is one percent!
In order to dispel Xiao Jingchen's confusion, a small white flame suddenly appeared in Murong Yu'er's palm. With the fluctuation in the palm, the small flame ignited fiercely and condensed into a large flame beating at the fingertips. A cold air came from around the flame.
The feeling hit him, and soon there was a cold feeling in the whole cave. The little guy seemed to feel the cold too. The black fur all over his body stood up straight, and his whole body balled up and squeezed into the middle-aged woman's arms.
"Brother Xiao, look" a white flame exuding cold air lit on the tip of Murong Yu'er's finger.
"Well"
Xiao Jingchen watched in disbelief as the white flames danced on Murong Yu'er's fingers, floating like a will-o'-the-wisp in the dark night, exuding a strange aura.
"Is this... could it be spiritual fire?" Xiao Jingchen swallowed his saliva and asked urgently with his eyes wide open.