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After the Purple Golden Pill was imported, Bingyi Yuanjun pointed at the center of the disciple's eyebrows, and used mana to dissolve the top-quality pill.
After the elixir melted, it didn't flow into the abdomen, but turned into purple air, which lingered between Li Miaozhen's eyebrows.
This process didn't last too long, and within a quarter of an hour, the purple energy slowly converged, turning into a purple line between her eyebrows.
The purple pattern is exactly the same as the pattern on the elixir, which is a symbol of the precipitation of the medicinal power.
Li Miaozhen's fourth-rank body cannot completely absorb the medicine.
She woke up quickly, and her vision changed from blurred to clear. The first thing she saw was Li Lingsu, whose nose was red and her eyes were red from crying.
Then, I saw Master Bingyi Yuanjun, and Master Xuancheng Daoist.
She then understood what was going on.
With a pale face and dry lips, she forced a smile:
"Thank you, Master, for saving my life."
Surviving a catastrophe should have been a happy thing, but as far as she could see, those old friends who died in battle, her heart was heavy, and she never had the slightest joy.
"You are the saintess of Tianzong, one of the successors in charge, as a teacher, I should save you."
Bingyi Yuanjun said in an emotionless voice:
"Wei Shi and your Uncle Xuancheng went down the mountain this time under the order of Tianzun to bring you brothers and sisters back to the sect.
"After the dispute between heaven and man, the Emperor Tianzong closed the mountain, and no one was allowed to go down the mountain."
Li Miaozhen sensed her own state, many organs were damaged, and her physical body was in danger, but the burning soul had already been repaired.
She knew that she was powerless to oppose the master, she was silent for a few seconds, and said:
"How will Tianzun punish his disciples?"
Bingyi Yuanjun shook his head and said lightly:
"That's the matter of Tianzun."
Li Miaozhen didn't ask any more questions, but turned to Li Lingsu and said:
"The disciple still has the only wish. Qi Guangbo's surprise attack on Xunzhou City is an emergency. The matter must be passed on to Yang Yan and other generals. Please have mercy on the master and help the disciple."
Bingyi Yuanjun frowned:
"Since you have died once, you still can't see the mundane things?"
Li Miaozhen looked at the battlefield full of corpses again, with sad eyes, "My friends are all left on the battlefield, and I can't leave anymore."
Can't walk, refers to the heart.
Bingyi Yuanjun nodded, simply because this disciple has done too many "wrong things", she will not force the disciple because of emotions such as anger or hatred.
No, in fact, she doesn't have any emotions now, not even anger. .
The same is true for Taoist Xuancheng, but he put forward an additional condition. He took out a green pill, handed it to Li Lingsu, and said:
"To prevent you from escaping again, eat it."
Spirit Devouring Pill!
This elixir is the unique elixir of Tianzong. After taking it, if there is no antidote within three days, the soul will be exhausted.
Under the extraordinary, everything is unavoidable.
As a holy son, Li Lingsu certainly knew this pill, looked at Taoist Xuancheng in disbelief, and said in a trembling voice:
"Master, I, I am your disciple from childhood to adulthood, won't you feel pain in your heart, won't you feel guilty?"
Daoist Xuan Cheng has no expression on his face, and his tone is indifferent:
"Do you think it's a teacher's meeting?"
God damn Taishang Wangqing Li Lingsu led the order and disappeared into the blue sky driving the flying sword.
He is now very sure that Master's mortal heart is definitely not with him.
It doesn't matter if Tianzong doesn't wait
The day before the Spring Festival.
The usual spring festival day must be the busiest time for every household in the Central Plains.
It symbolizes the return of spring to the earth and the recovery of all things. Every year at the Spring Festival, the imperial court will hold a shrouded ceremony to worship the sky, praying for good weather and good weather this year, and the prosperity of the country and the people.
People will also cook sheep and slaughter pigs on this day, offer sacrifices to heaven and earth, and pray for a good harvest this year.
This year's spring festival is the most embarrassing for the common people. The rich families will not change, but the poor can only use straw sacrifices instead.
As for the imperial court, probably the officials are not in the mood to hold the Spring Festival Ceremony.
It's not a matter of lack of money. No matter how tight the court is, it won't be impossible to hold the Spring Festival Ceremony. It is indeed the war in Yongzhou that makes people anxious.
It has been eight days since Luo Yuheng crossed the catastrophe. During this period, the war in Yongzhou can no longer be described simply as "tragic" and "tragic".
? First of all, YunzhouIn this physical body, there is Wei Yuan's heavenly soul.
At the beginning, Zhao Shou used the technique of following the law to let Wei Yuan return in triumph. The Confucian Sage Carved Knife and the Sub-Sage Confucian Crown brought back Wei Yuan's heavenly soul.
Afterwards, Nangong Qianrou produced lotus seeds, and Song Qing refined the physical body, so that the heavenly soul could perfectly fit with this new physical body.
Now as long as Wei Yuan's soul is recalled and the three souls are replenished, he can wake up.
Xu Qi'an returned from his travels in the rivers and lakes, gathered all the materials for refining the soul-calling banner, and finally he was done.
Huaiqing's hand rested lightly on Wei Yuan's shoulder, and the air mechanism pulled him to float in the air. Following Huaiqing, he left the secret room and walked towards the gossip platform.
Song Qing followed closely behind.
When he boarded the Eight Diagrams Platform, the first thing Huaiqing saw was a circular formation carved with cinnabar, with complicated and dense patterns.
"This is the soul-calling formation that Senior Brother Sun left before he left, matching the soul-calling banner."
Song Qing signaled Huaiqing to put Wei Yuan in the center of the formation, then he took off the brocade bag from his waist and took out a large flag as high as two people.
The flag pole is made of dark gold metal full of pores, and hangs a jet-black flag, on which the patterns as small as tadpoles are written with gold powder.
"for you!"
Song Qing frantically tossed the soul-calling banner to Huaiqing, as if it was a hot potato.
"This flag has the poison and coldness of a thousand-year-old corpse. Your Majesty only has a quarter of an hour. If you can't recall Wei Yuan's soul after a quarter of an hour, then you can only wait for three months.
"Because the next suitable day for summoning souls will be in late spring three months later."
Three months later, Dafeng couldn't afford to wait Huaiqing nodded, and said lightly:
"What else do I need to do?"
Song Qing answered every question:
"Waving the soul-calling flag, shouting: Wei Yuan, the soul is back!
"Hey, Xu Ningyan did it originally. After all, he is Wei Yuan's half son, and Wei Yuan gave him the promoted blood pill. It's His Majesty
"Your Majesty, don't think that Song is straightforward. Are you familiar with Wei Yuan, Your Majesty? If not, he will be screwed if he hears you calling him and ignores you."
Song Qing is still as annoying as ever Huaiqing has no expression on his face:
"You don't need to worry about this matter. Before Xu Ningyan went to the northern border, he had entrusted this matter to me."
After finishing speaking, she walked to the edge of the gossip platform and held up the soul-calling banner.
Song Qing lit a stick of incense.
Just at this time, drums and music rang in the direction of the palace, and the spring festival began.
Crashing~ Huaiqing waved the summoning flag, and shouted in a cold voice:
"Wei Yuan, your soul is back!"
The empress dances the flag, her momentum is not inferior to that of Erlang
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