Shade and cool.

It's even a little cold.

Among the green trees, vines were everywhere, and there was a man covered in blood.

Qingyuan knew at a glance that this person was a cultivator from the third level of heaven. He had already condensed the meaning of Dharma. His meaning was among the five elements and should belong to wood.

This man was seriously injured, so he used the secret technique to escape into the tree, and used the roots of the tree to absorb the vitality of the earth for his own use.

Qingyuan has heard of this method, and even with Qingyuan's vision, it is an extraordinary secret technique.

Kiyohara frowned.

This man used the secret technique to save himself, but there seemed to be something wrong. Not only did he not recover, but his injuries worsened, reaching the point where the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry.

If it weren't for the tree to draw vitality with its roots, I would have been dead.

But this tree seems green and green, but it is also stained by the breath of his body, corroding its vitality. In the near future, the tree will gradually wither.

"save……"

The man was still murmuring in a low voice, but it was already invisible.

Kiyohara sighed.

This person's intention to survive is extremely strong, and it is one of the reasons that has been supported to this moment. But with the current situation, without real people taking action and magic medicine, he will undoubtedly die.

"bag……"

His eyes were dim and he could hardly move, so he could only turn his gaze to the bag on his left waist.

At this time, Qingyuan discovered that there were vines covering his shoulders and could not see them clearly.

Under the vines, the shoulders were broken and the arms had disappeared.

Qingyuan was not reckless. He picked up the bag with an iron rod, and opened it and saw that there were only a few things inside.

But there is a bottle of medicine.

Unplug the bottle and pour out the pill. There are five pills in it. The quality is good and can proliferate, but it cannot reach the level of the magic pill.

Qingyuan poured the remaining four pills back into the bottle, pinched one in his hand, pressed the man's jaw with an iron rod, and opened his mouth.

With a bent finger, the pill fell into the mouth.

This pill melts at the mouth.

"Thank you..." The man in the tree spoke in a low voice, still weak and his injuries had not recovered, but at least he was much more awake. He had no choice but to call for help, but in fact he didn't have much hope.

If he had changed to an ordinary person and took the bag, he might have left. Even if he had the intention to save him, he would probably not waste a pill.

Qingyuan stretched out his hand and waved his hand. The iron rod broke the vines hanging from the top and said slowly: "It seems that fellow Taoist has encountered a lot of trouble."

"It's not small." The man gasped for a few seconds before he said barely: "I was hit by a Taoist technique, and he relied on his vitality to be strong and did not die on the spot. However, he did not expect that this magic was so domineering, and his remaining power was still there, constantly eroding flesh and blood, and the tree also corroded most of it."

Qingyuan said calmly: "It seems that I didn't touch you, it's still wise."

"I'm sorry." The man sighed: "I didn't mean to harm you, but I just didn't want to die like this."

Kiyohara didn't reply, he carried his hands on his back and said silently.

The man took a deep breath, as if trying to use the exercises. After a while, he had no choice but to give up and said, "This pill was made by me in my early years and asked someone to refine it. I got twelve pills in total. At that time, he divided six pills with the elixir. This pill can increase vitality and save lives. Now there are four pills left, so I will give it to fellow Taoists. There is also a skill and secret technique in it. It was obtained by my grandfather by chance. Now it is also a method of practice in my clan. Since fellow Taoists are destined to be, I can also give it to you...but, I have something to ask for."

When Qingyuan heard the previous paragraph, he guessed the next sentence without changing his expression and said, "No need, I don't have time to do things for you. What's more, what you said has fallen on me now. If I want to take it away, you can't take it back. It's just..."

After the words fell, Qingyuan threw the bag back and said calmly: "Give it back to you."

The man's face was covered with blood, and his eyes twitched for a moment, his breathing was a little weaker, and he said with difficulty: "Do not misunderstand this is a request, not a request. I just thought that if you are destined, you can make your wish for me. If you are not destined to meet, you will not make it difficult for me."

Kiyohara asked, "What's the matter?"

"Once my grandfather's generation, I went to sea to obtain the Dharma, obtained the art of practicing Taoism, and devoted myself to practicing. When my life spans, I barely condensed my true energy and entered the threshold. My father is both talented and has spent countless people to get guidance from his grandfather's experience and many years of connections. However, I have only entered the second level of heaven. Only in my generation can I achieve success by accumulating three generations. I have a cultivator like me who condenses the Dharma and the mind."

When Qingyuan heard him speak slowly, he sighed in his heart that he had always known that even though he was a singular practitioner, he had a strong temperament and perseverance, he was either inferior in martial arts, inferior in talent, or in other words... Many people were unable to find a way to go even before they died; and many people were unable to find a way to seek immortals and seek Taoism, even if they were dedicated to Taoism, even if they were extraordinary in talent, they were only mortals for the whole life.

Had he known that practicing was not easy, he would have never expected that the person in front of him had only accumulated three generations of people.

In fact, the accumulation of three generations is also due to the fact that the younger generations of this family are more outstanding and can borrow the accumulation of their predecessors to go further. If the younger generations are mediocre, it may be even more embarrassing.

Qingyuan thought in his heart: "On the road of cultivation, it is like a pine tree and the person in front of him, it is not easy..."

"I have seven brothers, and I am the only one who has achieved success in cultivation. I have a wife and a son. After I die, I am lonely and have no way to practice."

This man also had a lot of self-blame and regret in his eyes, and said, "I am from the southern part of Daliang. The clan's surname is Chen. My name is Chen Xing, which is also a bit famous..."

He gasped for a while before he told his wife and other names one by one.

"I don't ask fellow Taoists to take care of me, but if fellow Taoists pass through the southern part of Daliang when they are traveling, you can ask for a little information and pass on my technique back..."

"If you don't have the fate, don't force it..."

He said this, his breath suddenly became rapid.

Seeing this, Qingyuan suddenly used an iron rod to snatch his heart, and red thunder lightning appeared on the iron rod, and a ray of thunder turned away.

The man's originally faint pulse suddenly vibrated.

Thunder is a symbol of destruction and vitality. There is an Oriental Yi Wood Green Thunder, which is an extremely powerful Taoist technique.

Qingyuan said, "I promise you that if you have the chance to meet, you will pass on your martial arts back."

Chen Xing thanked him, a sense of obsession dissipated, and his eyes gradually dimmed.

Kiyohara suddenly asked, "How did you hurt?"

After hearing this, Chen Xing, who had originally had a dim eyes, suddenly had a strange light in his eyes, resentful and hated, and whispered: "Han...yu..."

Kiyohara was stunned for a moment and asked, "One of the three masters who came from the three scattered people?"

Chen Xing nodded slightly, but his vitality gradually dissipated, and his mouth moved, making an extremely weak sound, but it gradually lowered.

Seeing this, Qingyuan immediately pulled out the bottle plug and poured out another pill.
Chapter completed!