Yan Qing was giving Rong Che some Xuanmen healing medicine. After three days, Rong Che would be able to go to the ground.
"Is this kind of golden sore medicine very precious?" he asked.
"It's okay, what's wrong?"
"Just asking..." Rong Che lowered his head and thought for a while, then finally asked: "Does the formula of this medicine... need to be kept secret?"
"you want?"
"if you can."
"I can give it to you. This is not a secret in Xuanmen, but you have to let the practitioners refine it and the medicinal materials are a bit expensive." Yan Qing smiled, "But the imperial family has a big business, so it is not short of such a small amount of money.
Some medicinal materials cannot be bought in ordinary shops. If you really need them, I can tell you where to buy them."
"Is it expensive? How much silver does it cost to refine this bottle of golden sore medicine?"
"Well... not counting the cost of the cultivator's refining and the loss of failed refining, such a bottle costs about fifty taels of silver!"
"So expensive!" Rong Che was stunned, then secretly shook his head.
"You..." Yan Qing was wondering about his reaction, but then he realized: "You probably want to spread this medicine to the military camp, right?"
"I've had this idea before, but it doesn't seem to work." Rong Che said with a frown.
"You!" Yan Qing smiled and shook his head: "The royal family also enshrines them as cultivators. If this kind of medicine could be popularized, wouldn't they have contributed to the royal family long ago!"
Rong Che nodded: "I thought it was too simple."
Yan Qingzheng's heart moved, and he suddenly realized that he was thinking about the soldiers at the border.
It's been a long time since she's met someone who thinks about others, especially when he holds a high position and has a distinguished status, and he still thinks about ordinary soldiers.
Yan Qingzheng never believed that people who were superior should ignore other people's sufferings and despise other people's lives. She admired Rong Che's behavior.
After the rain stopped, Yan Qing went out to find a lot of fruits and came back because she didn't have much food packed in the ring.
Rong Che watched her constantly conjuring items from the ring, feeling envious in his heart, but he also knew that it was an ability that only cultivators had. As an ordinary person, he had no spiritual power, so even if he had the ring, he would not be able to use it.
Yan Qing was fiddling with the bonfire while secretly peeking at Rong Che, who was soon discovered by him.
"What are you looking at?" he asked.
Yan Qingzheng pursed his lips and said, "I'm curious about something, but I'm afraid you'll be unhappy if I ask."
"You ask."
"What's the matter with that scar on your neck? It doesn't look like it's an external cause." Yan Qing stretched out his hand and made a sign on his neck.
Rong Che didn't expect to be asked this, so he was a little surprised and had no way of explaining it, but he didn't want to refuse to answer, so he was a little entangled.
Seeing this, Yan Qingzheng thought that he had asked a question that he shouldn't have asked, and kept saying: "Forget it, I won't ask any more!"
Rong Che was also a little anxious and suppressed his blush before saying: "The Emperor wants me to do something, but I don't want to do it. However, resisting an order is a capital crime, so I am prepared to die as an apology!"
"What's so serious!" Yan Qingzheng exclaimed, this emperor is too cruel!
But having said that, Rong Che seems to be more cruel, too cruel to himself!
"The Emperor must be frightened!" Yan Qingzheng suddenly felt sympathy for the Emperor, maybe he didn't expect it.
"Uh..." Rong Che thought of the imperial brother who covered his wound at that time and roared at the top of his lungs... "Big... probably!"
Yan Qingzheng suddenly came closer, stared at his wound for a while, frowned and said: "Now you can see how deep it was at the beginning, you were too decisive! Don't do this again, risking your own life to show your attitude... You are not willing to
If so, just keep fighting for it, there is always a way!"
Rong Che felt warm in his heart. Seeing the beautiful face so close and ready to move, he used a lot of concentration to force himself to turn his head and not think about it.
She is only fourteen years old! She is only fourteen years old!
After reciting it silently in his mind several times, Rong Che could continue talking to her without any distractions.
Qing Zhengze then told him some interesting things about his master's sect.
After a while, Rong Che asked: "Do you like to cultivate immortality?"
Yan Qing was stunned and slowly shook his head: "Actually... I don't know. My parents asked me to practice basic skills when I was a child. I gritted my teeth and persevered, in order to become a heroine like my mother in the future and be famous all over the world!
But after I went to Tianyimen, I discovered that people in Xuanmen are not allowed to move excessively among mortals. In other words, in order to realize my childhood dream, I must give up cultivating immortals and return to the mortal world."
"Like your mother?"
"Yes, and no." Yan Qingzheng said while analyzing in his mind: "Actually, there have been no ascended cultivators in Xuanmen for thousands of years, so at that time, if Xuanmen disciples wanted to return to the mortal world, they only had to make an oath.
It’s enough for the elders of the sect to impose restrictions that suppress cultivation. So as you can see, my parents’ cultivation is not very high, and they gave up a lot in order to come back and get married. But I’m different.”
Yan Qingzheng's face at this moment showed a kind of insight that should not be seen at this age, and he said with a hint of ridicule: "I'm afraid it won't be so easy for me to leave the school."
"Why?"
"There are many reasons! One is talent, the other is Miaoershan's strangeness, and... my situation is different anyway."
"It sounds like you once had a dream for cultivating immortals, but in the end you found that it was different from what you imagined. At this time, it seems that some choices are no longer up to you, right?"
"That's more or less what it means." Yan Qing was looking at him, squinting his eyes and said, "Actually, it's no different from the mortal world. It's just that powerful people want to control other people's lives. In the mortal world, they are powerful, but in the mysterious world, they are powerful.
The door is for people with high cultivation level."
"They also want to control you!" Rong Che suddenly became nervous and clenched his fists tightly.
"Yes..." Yan Qingzheng smiled nonchalantly: "They are used to manipulating others, and they think I am just as easy to manipulate! I went to Miao'er Mountain this time just to take a gamble!"
"How to bet?" Rong Che couldn't help but straighten his back.
"My cultivation is pretty good now, but it's still not as good as some people. If I want to control my own destiny, I must reach a level where I can fight them within two years!"
"You seem to have thought it through carefully! I support you!" Although he didn't understand why it was two years, it did not affect his attitude.
"Do you support me?" Yan Qing looked at him with a smile and said, "If my final decision is to continue cultivating immortality, you will be in vain! Didn't you want to get me back before?"
"It's my business if I pursue mine, and it's your business if you pursue yours. I insist on my choice, and I will also respect your choice. As for your final choice, it will not affect me.
determination."
Yan Qing was silently digesting the meaning of these words. After understanding, he was silent for a while: "Why are you bothering?"
His future is not certain at all, and if he is manipulated by others, it will naturally affect the people around him. For Rong Che, he is really not a good marriage partner.
"I know whether it's hard or not. What's more, if you surrender and compromise in order not to work hard, wouldn't those days be hard?" Rong Che has his own opinions on this kind of thing.
Yan Qing was looking at him blankly, but finally nodded: "I actually think what you said makes sense!"
Rong Che was amused: "It means you think so too."
Then he said seriously: "I don't know what you are going to do, but I can't let you continue walking alone when I meet you. I am not as good as you in cultivation, but I can still do menial tasks such as chopping wood, burning water and setting up tents."
Yes. I hope to accompany you to do what you want to do, and, you may not have heard that I may also have some ability to protect myself."
"What kind of self-preservation ability?" She had always been quite curious about the origin of his title of "Ghost and God General", because no matter how he looked at it, he had nothing to do with the word "Ghost and God".
"I... always thought there might be a devil living inside me..." Rong Che's eyes darkened, and in a deep voice he told about his experience of having black fire all over his body.
"My mind went blank at the time. These things were all told by others later. After the emperor knew about it, he went to the priests to check it for me, but there was nothing strange. It seemed that what happened that day was just everyone's hallucination."
This matter had been weighing on Rong Che's mind for several years, and it was the first time he spoke out without any burden.
He had inexplicable trust in Yan Qingzheng.
"But, when I saw you..." Rong Che's life was hanging by a thread at that time, and he didn't see any special abilities.
"Later I heard you mention the situation at that time. I thought for a while that maybe the flesh wounds would not kill me, but the toxins would slowly kill me. The abnormality in my body may require strong danger.
Then it will explode."
"That seems to make sense." Yan Qingzheng nodded slightly, "Okay, but I can't guarantee that you can get out alive, because I can't guarantee it myself, and I plan to stay in Miao'er Mountain for a long time.
Half a year, up to two years! During this period, if you change your mind and want to go back, I don’t care what you give me!"
"It's a deal!" Rong Che showed a relieved smile.
"Ah! I have company!" Yan Qing stood up and walked to the window, looking at the humid but lush and slightly yellow jungle outside, and stretched greatly.
Behind him, Rong Che smiled happily.
No matter what the final result was, he was happy to be able to take risks with her. He didn't lie to her, and it didn't matter what the outcome was. Her happiness and freedom were his pursuits.
True love is never a burden!
"Well, since you have decided to leave together, you still need to know something about Miao'er Mountain." Yan Qing took out several thick books from Najie, including two atlases and some ancient books.
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"What are these?" Rong Che asked dumbly.
"This is an illustration of the animals and plants already known in Miaoer Mountain. You need to remember which ones are harmful and which ones are harmless; this book describes the landform features and environment of Miaoer Mountain, and this is a map of the parts that have been explored...
..." Yan Qingzheng introduced a few important books and then pushed them: "I've given them all to you. We will study here for three days. You can read and memorize as much as you can. After three days, your normal actions should be fine, and we will set off.
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"Okay." Rong Che put away the books neatly and put them aside, then asked: "Do you have any plans and where are you going?"
"I have a rough plan, but the most important thing is that we'd better avoid the people at the foot of the mountain, otherwise they won't let me move on my own, let alone take you with me."
In fact, no matter how scrupulous they are at the foot of the mountain, in Miao'er Mountain, cultivators will not worry about the royal family. After all, Miao'er Mountain is so dangerous, cultivators dare not boast that they can protect themselves, let alone ordinary people.
So what about the prince, he is just a burden in Miaoer Mountain.
The cultivator is cruel and ruthless, and Yan Qing just doesn't want to see it again and again.