In the last life, he and Yan An searched for silica dust flowers together, but they encountered rolling rocks on the mountain and almost broke his leg. At that time, Chen Shi smiled bitterly as he watched Yan An help him treat his injury and said, "I won't look for it anymore.
I don’t believe that there is no substitute in the world.”
Yan An's hand when applying the medicine was very steady and he said: "As long as it appears, I don't believe I can't grab it."
"There's no need to be obsessed," Chen Shi said.
"But isn't it necessary to achieve perfection in cultivating immortality? Otherwise, how can master achieve enlightenment?" Yan An said seriously.
Chen Shi laughed out loud, "But life is the most important thing right now." He glanced at his legs, feeling helpless.
Yan An stopped refuting and nodded.
In fact, Chen Shi knew that the other party just agreed that his luck was not suitable for taking risks, but with his character, if he was interested in this treasure, he would definitely go crazy to get it.
Therefore, the silica dust flower is a treasure that Yan An never forgets.
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Chen Shi also said to Xie Yiyin - I saw a strange beast in the Xizhou Fire Nitan, which looked like a snake and a dragon. It was extremely rare. Its scales were also strange. It had fire attributes and could open rivers and block fires. I wanted to catch it at that time.
But I almost lost two lives going in.
The two lives that were almost lost were his and Yan An's.
That day, when I first saw the dragon's scales, I felt that even the ghost had hesitated to move forward.
Because the dragon scale is also the most precious spiritual treasure that they missed.
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There are also those words about cultivating immortality. Although Chen Shi in his previous life wanted to cultivate immortality, he never talked about it. On the contrary, Yan An often studied various prescriptions and meals that were beneficial to cultivating immortality and discussed them with him.
The answer is a bit too obvious.
This time, Li Ting did not choose to escape.
He may exile himself, but he never affects others. He may escape his own destiny, but he cannot be vague to others.
If someone places their ideals or feelings on themselves and they choose to accept them, they must never forget to avoid them, no matter what they need to bear.
This is what he thinks.
"Yan An." He looked at the ghost and called out the name he hadn't called for a long time.
The ghostly mist gradually faded away, revealing a familiar face, a bit ordinary, a bit thin, and so pale that it had no human color.
Li Ting's eyes turned red.
Delusional ghosts cannot be reincarnated after death, and may even breed new consciousness and become resentful ghosts, unable to escape the fate of cannibalism or being scattered.
This is the truth.
This was the fate of his brother who had been with him for two hundred years in his previous life.
The fog in my mind was slowly lifted, and the face that I couldn't remember gradually became clear. I had seen the fortune teller I had gone through so much trouble to find in my life.
where?
who is it?
She was definitely not a familiar person. Li Ting thought hard, but his expression suddenly became serious. He thought of Bai Wuchang who came to pick up Ye Sanxiu when she completed her obsession.
There was a strange feeling of familiarity at that time, and now I am thinking about it, except for the bright red tongue and the pale face... the two faces gradually overlapped in my mind.
Divination?
There is no trace in the world, and the soul enters the underworld?
Bai Wuchang, Xie Bian, why did you lie to me?
In his last life, what he hated most was his confusing destiny, and what he hated most was deception and lies.
Choosing to cultivate immortality is not only to break fate, but also to know the true appearance of this world and to give myself an explanation.
But the world is too big, and he can never finish exploring it, and it has also affected many people. If he has a clear conscience, then settling down for a while and figuring out his three meals a day can be considered a real life.
This is what Li Ting has been thinking in this life, and it is also the reason why he has always resisted cultivating immortality.
But at this moment, his eyes changed.
The young man in simple clothes raised his head and looked through the small hole at the turbid sky.
Heaven, gods and ghosts from all walks of life, do you think mortals are ridiculous? You decide my fate, alienate my relatives, deceive me and hide from me. Do you mean that even if I live in seclusion, I still live in the world you wantonly fabricate and spy on me?
So who am I? My soul, my destiny, my relatives, my friends, what do these mean?
How far has he retreated?
For a moment, he remembered himself when he had just met Yan An.
At that time, Chen Shi was not yet a hundred years old, and his master had not left. He was still a very proud young man. Even though fate was unfair to him, he never gave up on himself.
His luck is weird, and he has to work five times or ten times harder to do what ordinary people can do.
Then pay five times ten times.
He accepts reality, faces reality, formulates hard-working strategies based on this reality, and believes that one day he can change reality.
In this way, injuries and failures have become commonplace. Once in a secret realm, not only did he fail to win the spirit bead, but he also stood in front of the most vicious mechanism and was injured to the point where he could not move and was pushed down a valley.
With his meridians blocked and his bones shattered, Chen Shi lay motionless at the bottom of the valley, seriously thinking about a way to break the situation.
In fact, there was no other way, but as long as he was conscious, he would not give up on survival, so he slowly turned his only movable eye to observe the surrounding environment.
A month later, his body was still unable to move, and his consciousness was a little blurry. In a daze, he was trying hard to turn his neck, hoping that the grass on the ground would prick his face to stay awake.
But having such outrageous thoughts means that he is no longer sober.
A burst of laughter came, and Chen Shi's eyes turned stiffly, and he saw a young man in green robes with a thin cheek.
The man looked ordinary, but his smile was a bit crazy, and he didn't look like a good person.
It's going to be over, Chen Shi thought.
The young man squatted down and stretched his hand towards his wrist. Chen Shi tried hard to hook his fingers, trying to mobilize some magic power, but it had no effect at all.
But the man seemed to notice it and suddenly stopped.
"Oh? The muscles of your ring finger are shaking?"
Are you shaking? So he can move a little? Chen Shi thought, but it was of no use at all, but even if it was useless, he was still unwilling to do so.
"And you still haven't given up until now. You're covered in sweat." The young man seemed to find it funny and took a step back while describing his state.
He took out a knife and drew a line of magic power. The knife did not touch his clothes, so he cut off Chen Shi's sleeve.
After the sleeve was broken, he waited for a while, and when nothing happened, he picked up the sleeve with the tip of the knife and began to inspect it.
Should we be so cautious...
Chen Shi was speechless. It was the first time that he saw someone who was more cautious than him. He couldn't move, but the other person was still 100% on guard.
The man put on a very thin layer of transparent gloves, carefully touched the cuffs, and then with a swipe of his hand, a small arrow appeared in his palm.
Chen Shi:......
"Hidden in the seams of the sleeves, it is engraved with special runes. It is activated only by the residual mana in the fingers. It does not require the flow of mana throughout the body, nor does it require special large movements. It is really exquisite."
After saying this, the young man took hold of the small arrow and said, "I want it."
There was a cold look in Chen Shi's eyes. This was a magic weapon he found himself. With his luck, he could find such a good thing. It shows what a price he paid, but this man took it away directly like a robber.
Although, most monks are like this.
"I'm quite interested in your injury." The young man stood lazily and said, "But I'm really afraid that you have a back-up plan. How about I wait until you faint."
Is this human language?
Chen Shi was already unconscious. This time, his energy and blood were really rising, and his vision was a little dark, but there was an inexplicable energy in his heart, and he persisted and refused to lose consciousness.
But he overestimated himself and underestimated the young man. When the man saw that he was still not fainting, he hit him with a stone, finally knocking him out, and then dragged him back to his residence. This chapter has been completed!