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Li Luo said no more, and chased Ji Buchu and the past without disturbing the intoxicated Hu and Lu.
Deep in the cave, Jibu Chuhe rummaged around, and it seemed that he was both familiar with and unfamiliar with this Black Mountain Prison. However, he was not idle, groping for the whereabouts of Black Mountain Yin.
Li Luo also helped search for clues left in the Black Mountain Prison. However, the Black Mountain Prison was already an empty city. Except for a white skeleton under the tree, there were no other human-related objects, and even the insects and beasts were gone.
, Li Luo really didn’t expect to find anything else.
Just when Li Luo thought it was going to be fruitless, Jibu Chuhe walked out of a stone house, carrying a stone slab in his hand, walked to Li Luo and put it down, took a few breaths, pursed his lips, and signaled
Li Luo stepped forward to check.
Li Luo was puzzled. He moved the fire seal in his hand and went to the stone slab to take a closer look. There were dozens of characters engraved on the stone slab. Naturally, they were not Dagan's writing, nor were they the Mongolian characters that Li Luo had seen. The stone slab was inscribed with dozens of characters.
It was incomplete, and there were marks of cuts with knives and axes. It must have been deliberately destroyed by the people in the Black Mountain Prison, leaving only the fragments of words that could be seen in front of you.
Jibchuhe looked at the stone slab blankly. Although he had already prepared the worst in his mind, when he saw the incomplete stone slab, his frustration and loss were still evident on his face.
"This is the origin of Heishan Yin. They really don't want us to live." Jibuchu and Shushen murmured to themselves, gently stroking the stone slab and sweeping away the dust on the stone slab. However, no matter how clean they were, they could not
Something was created out of nothing, revealing the handwriting that had been destroyed.
During this trip to Heishan Prison, Hu Helu did not find the person he was looking for. Although Jibu Chuhe found the recipe for Heishan Yin, it was only a fragment. He could not cure Heishan Yin's poison and spent his whole life.
He can only die of old age in this underground abyss, never to see the light of day again.
Jibu Chuhe looked desolate, talking to himself, feeling despair, nostalgia, and unwillingness. Finally, Jibu Chuhe suddenly raised his head, and an aura that he had never seen before appeared on Jibu Chuhe's slender and exquisite body.
He went up, laughed maniacally and said: "Under the cliff of death, there will be no life. Bah, bullshit, I will die outside the cliff of death, in the snow palace and ice palace. If you want to trap me to death, just go ahead and dream. Li Shaoxia, I will send you away.
Even if I can only live for a month or two at Death Cliff, I still want to see it... Hey, what are you looking at?"
Jibu Chuhe calmed down his mind, and seemed to have some insight into the meaning of life and death. Suddenly he saw Li Luo without saying a word, staring intently at the broken stone slab. There was shock on his face, and he even looked stunned and absent-minded. Jibu Chuhe was frightened for a while.
, expectations suddenly arose, could it be that Li Luo really recognized Heishan Yin? However, the characters on the stone slab were extremely old and indeed came from the Caohai lineage. Even Jibu Chuhe would have found it difficult to identify them. Could it be that Li Luo, a southerner, could actually recognize these characters?
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"Hey, wake up." Jibu Chuhe stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Li Luo's eyes. He was surprised but also suspicious, "Young Master Li..."
"Yang is Qi, Yin is taste. Yin Qi comes out of the lower orifices, and Yang Qi goes out of the upper orifices. Those with thick taste are Yin, and those with thin Qi are Yang of Yin. Those with thick Qi are Yang, and those with thin Qi are Yin of Yang. If the taste is thick, it will be released.
Bo Ze Tong. The medicine is introduced and divided into five flavors: sour, salty, sweet, bitter and pungent. It contains four qi, cold, hot, warm and cool. The four qi belong to yang and the five flavors belong to yin. However, yin and yang are different, but there is a way to unblock the secluded world.
, poisonous or non-poisonous, consider the appropriate one. Take the yin of yang and the yang of yin, reverse the universe, mix the five flavors and four qi, and confuse the yin and yang. When it goes in, it will hide the sky and cross the sea, and when it goes out, the punishment of heaven will be reduced. Therefore, with small yin and yang, it will be difficult to become the yin and yang of the heaven and earth.
It contains. If it is hidden, it will live, if it is revealed, it will die. Although it is not poisonous, it can outlast all the poisons in the world. It is actually a great poison of yin and yang."
Li Luo suddenly read out an inexplicable sentence, which puzzled Jibu Chuhe. But after reading a few words, Jibu Chuhe's expression suddenly changed drastically. Although he couldn't understand what Li Luo said, the words in Li Luo's mouth
The middle sentences of this passage coincide with the handwriting on the stone tablet.
Jibu Chuhe's pupils tightened and he stared at Li Luo for a moment. His delicate and beautiful hands gradually tightened. Who would have thought that there would be such a bright future. It was just a fluke that he entered the Black Mountain Prison, but Li Luo didn't expect it.
He actually recognized Heishan Yin. It was really a perfect path. God was merciful. By chance, Jibchuhe Jiji suspected that he was in a dream.
"Do you recognize Heishan Yin?" Jibu Chuhe asked in a trembling voice.
Jibu Chuhe's question brought Li Luo's thoughts back to a distant hometown. At that time, Li Luo was still young. After studying, Li Luo would leave the maids around him and go to a remote garden alone.
There was an old man there, with a white beard and kind eyes, but there was always a slight sadness on his face. He would only smile when he saw Li Luo, and he would forget the troubles and sorrows in his heart.
"Hey, why did His Highness Ninth Prince come here so early today?"
"I read the book taught by Mr. last year. It's a cliché and nothing new. It's better to come over and have a chat with Grandpa Guigu."
"Haha, His Highness Ninth Prince has always been smart. I'm afraid it won't be long before those great scholars have nothing to teach them."
The young Li Luo shook his head. He did not look arrogant, but replied seriously: "That's not true. A hundred people can read a book in a hundred ways. The opinions are deep and shallow, but there are many merits.
I can't fully understand the meaning of it. But the book my husband taught me today is not to my liking. If I listen too much, I will be troubled in vain. It is better not to listen. I will see more in the future and I will gradually understand the principles in the book. How about the book?
I can’t finish reading it, just like Grandpa Guigu’s medical book, I only have a partial understanding of it, and even if I spend my whole life, it will be difficult for me to have the understanding that Grandpa Guigu has.”
The old man was slightly stunned, a little surprised, and looked at Li Luo, who was still a child, with approval. Li Luo then treated the old man as a disciple and asked him a few questions in medical books. The old man knew everything, and he looked very happy.
Li Luo was not interested in the old man's superb medical skills, but was more interested in the old man's experiences when he traveled around the world, which really made the old man speechless and regretful for a while.
Maybe he noticed that the old man was a little disappointed, so Li Luo turned around and started talking about medical skills. As they were talking, Li Luo suddenly saw a piece of white paper on the stone table next to the old man, with a few lines of strange words written on it.
Li Luo asked curiously: "What is written on this piece of paper?"
The old man looked at the words on the paper and then looked at Li Luo. He was stunned for a while, as if there was something in his heart that he couldn't decide for the moment. When the prince asked questions, the ministers refused to answer. This was a taboo in the palace, but Li Luo
He didn't pay attention to it. He carefully identified the handwriting on the paper, frowned and said, "This seems to be the writing of Mobei Caohai."