"Don't worry, eldest brother, I understand." The youngest demon said, "They killed the second brother, and I will kill two immortals to avenge the second brother. With one exchange for two, we still earn."
made money? What is this description
Luo Han realized that something was wrong. The spiritual energy here was very strong, even more abundant than Sanqingtian, but the native language was full of a sense of incompatibility.
If there is such a blessed land in the fairyland, would it be an undeveloped wasteland? Where is she now
Luo Han was a little anxious. Now the situation is unclear, Ling Qingxiao is still injured, she needs to restore contact with Tiangong as soon as possible. But now is not the time to think about it, the three demons outside are getting closer and closer to their hiding place, and soon, they will be searched for this piece of grass.
If it was just Luo Han, she could have run away secretly, but Ling Qingxiao was still in a coma, these three demons were obviously not good, and she couldn't let them threaten Ling Qingxiao.
Luo Han searched through the storage ring, and finally found a set of needles in the corner. This was purchased by Ling Qingxiao with her in Tianzhao City before leaving for Xi'er Mihai. This set of needles was originally an attack weapon, but something unexpected happened at the end, and it couldn't hold the spiritual energy. It was regarded as a waste product by the store owner, but Ling Qingxiao took a look at it. Ling Qingxiao said at the time that this set of needles was suitable for hidden weapons. Luo Han had never had the chance to use it before, but he didn't expect it to come in handy now.
After a demon walked into the woods, he gradually distanced himself from the other two. Luo Han was lurking behind the grass, controlling the spirit needle to slowly approach the back of the opponent's head. As expected, this spirit needle fluctuated very little, and the demons didn't notice anything behind him at all. When he stepped on a branch, his ears seemed to catch a sound. The Demon Race was about to look back, but was the first to see a thin needle pierced through his forehead. meaning.
After that, a chill came from the back of the head, followed by a sharp pain in the brain. His brain was destroyed by the ice needle, and before he could say a word, he fell to the ground convulsively.
The corpse fell on the grass with a muffled sound. Another demon heard the voice and asked, "Little brother, what are you doing?"
He even called several times, but no answer from his brother. The demons were vigilant in their hearts, holding the knife, and slowly approached.
As he approached, he slashed through the grass with his knife. However, unexpectedly, there was no enemy behind him. Instead, his younger brother was sitting on the trunk with his back to him, not knowing what he was thinking.
The Mozu breathed a sigh of relief and scolded with a smile: "Are you being lazy here again? Get up, the big brother will come to urge you later."
But no matter what he said, the younger brother sat motionless by the tree. The Mozu was surprised, he strode closer and slammed his brother's shoulder: "I'm talking to you..."
When he turned around like this, he realized that his younger brother's eyes were round and staring, which was not normal at all. The demons were alarmed and wanted to get up immediately, but it was too late. A needle shot out of his brother's hair. At such a close distance, he had no time to react.
The ice needle pierced into his eyes, and even if the demons were refining the body, the eyes were still the most vulnerable place. The cold ice needle easily entered the brain through the eyes, and then spun around in the brain, completely destroying the opponent's brain.
Once the brain is severely injured, even the Daluo Immortal cannot save it. In the blink of an eye, the second Demon Race also died.
But this time, Luo Han couldn't think of doing the same routine just now. When the demons were stabbed in the eyes, they let out a scream. When their elder brother heard the sound, he immediately slashed towards the grass with his knife.
Luo Han's hiding place was also exposed as a result, the elder brother cried out in pain when he saw the corpse behind the grass. There were no scars on their bodies, nor blood on their clothes, and they looked the same as when they were alive. But the eldest brother knew that both of his younger brothers had been poisoned.
The eldest brother turned into hatred from grief and anger, and rushed towards Luo Han fiercely. His attacks are fierce and wild, with no moves, but great lethality. Luo Han was originally a long-range player, but he was very restrained when he encountered such a wild way.
Luo Han was fighting and retreating. She was racking her brains to think of what other attack weapons could be used when a sword light suddenly flew from behind, piercing through the body of the demons from the back, killing her with one blow.
Luo Han raised his head in surprise, and found that Ling Qingxiao was standing not far away with his sword on his back.
Luo Han hurried over and quickly held Ling Qingxiao's arm: "What's the matter with you, don't talk, I'll give you medicine."
Luo Han was about to take out the Bodhi essence immediately, when Ling Qingxiao suddenly changed her face and held her palm. The icy feeling in Ling Qingxiao's palm shocked Luo Han. She was about to ask what was wrong when suddenly there were many sounds of bows and arrows: "Don't move."
Luo Han froze, not daring to move. Ling Qingxiao also had a cold face, looking around, her fingers clenched the sword silently.
A lot of people jumped out from the woods and behind the grass. Their clothes were also very strange. The outermost people kept pointing bows and arrows at them. Luo Han was vigilant when a path suddenly opened up in the crowd on the opposite side. A woman who looked like a leader walked up, saw Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao, and asked in surprise, "Immortal?"
Luo Han was stunned for a moment, why did he ask that? The leader didn't wait for the two to reply, she saw the remaining spiritual energy on Ling Qingxiao's sword, and she had already extracted the answer: "It's the immortal race. It's all my own when I put down the arrow."
After the leader had finished speaking, the people around them all put down their bows and arrows. It was obvious that they were facing each other just now, but in a blink of an eye, these people didn't have any grudges at all, and they came up to ask, "Why are you here? What clan are you from?"
Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao looked at each other, and they both felt that things might be out of line. With vigilance, Luo Han said, "We were just passing by. I didn't know why we came here. As soon as we came in, we were attacked. I had no choice but to do it first."
A tanned youth waved his hand: "It's okay, you don't have to be afraid. If you see the demons, you must be bold. Anyway, it's either they kill us, or we kill them. When you have experience, you can still kill enemies for meritorious deeds. Woolen cloth."
Luo Han helped Ling Qingxiao stand up slowly, such a big movement affected Ling Qingxiao's wound again, Ling Qingxiao couldn't help but tilted his head and coughed. When the leader saw it, he frowned and said, "How did you get hurt like this by the demons? Which family are you children, and how do your adults take care of you?"
Ling Qingxiao wiped the blood from his lips, he didn't answer, but asked, "Dare to ask where this is?"
The teenagers around felt that Ling Qingxiao's question was strange, but they still replied enthusiastically: "Xiang Shi."
Ling Qingxiao opened her eyes in surprise: "Elephant Stone War?"
The talking boy scratched his head and said, "We are indeed fighting here, but it's not a front line, and it can't be said to be a big one. But the name Xiangshi Wars sounds grand!"
Luo Han Xian Mo Shi Xiu is not good, she has no impression of this name. Luo Han asked Ling Qingxiao quietly, "Where is the Elephant Stone War?"
As soon as she finished asking, the people around her suddenly cheered. Luo Han looked up in surprise and saw a figure flying across the sky. It's hard to see the other's face from a distance, but the snake tail behind her is very eye-catching, and you can't ignore it if you want to ignore it.
The human body is snake-tailed, and when opening the history books of any clan, there is only one person who can be recorded in this way.
Goddess of Creation.
Luo Han couldn't close his mouth in surprise. Ling Qingxiao also looked at the sky and answered her question in a low voice: "Xiangshi, according to ancient books, this is an ancient battlefield located in the South China Sea, but the exact location is not known."
On the Elephant Stone Battlefield, the miracles are not over, and both the immortals and demons will kill them when they see it...
It's already obvious where this is. Ling Qingxiao sighed silently: "This is a medieval battlefield."
Luo Han understood every word in Ling Qingxiao's words, but when they were combined, she couldn't quite understand it.
After Nu Wa flew from the sky, these immortals were as excited as they were beaten, and they chased and ran out one by one. Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao were wounded at the end. Luo Han took advantage of no one around and asked in a low voice, "Isn't the medieval battlefield in the Middle Ages?"
"yes."
Luo Han felt that her question was very mentally retarded, but it was really a serious question. Luo Han couldn't think of how to express his meaning for a while, so he could only ask a different way: "Aren't we on Wynn Island in the South China Sea?"
"That's right." Ling Qingxiao sighed, "The vicissitudes of life, the South China Sea of later generations, at this time, is still a wilderness."
After Ling Qingxiao finished speaking, she added seriously: "You have a lot of poor classes."
"Is this the point?" Luo Han faintly collapsed, "So, we have come to the past? And it is recognized as the most turbulent and darkest medieval era in history?"
Ling Qingxiao nodded and said softly, "Looking at the current situation, it's like this."
Luo Han's mentality completely collapsed.
She thought that she was just being split by the thunder robbery and changed her place, but where did she think, even the time and space were changed.
The rest of the way Luo Han was very silent. She thought of the Yuan-Swallowing Beast she sent to Fusang Island before leaving, Ye Zinan who had an appointment with her to travel to Yunzhou together before going out, Ling Zhongyu and Yunmenghan love triangle group whose plot had not yet been resolved. , and the book she left on the table when she went out this morning and didn't have time to close it.
They were still talking together not long ago. Could it be that she became their ancestor in a blink of an eye, and see you in the ancestral hall in the future
When Ling Qingxiao saw that Luo Han was too low, he suppressed the cough in his throat and asked in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"
"There are flowers that can be folded and must be folded, don't wait until there are no flowers to break the branches. The ancestors will not deceive me." Luo Han was very sad and angry, "When I went out today, there was a plate of Epiphyllum cake on the table, I thought I would come back and eat it. Late, I left two pieces. I should have eaten it at the time."
Ling Qingxiao probably didn't expect this kind of words, he slowed down, not sure how to comfort him: "...It doesn't matter, there will be more in the future."
Ling Qingxiao thought about it for a while, and actually justified to Luo Han the possibility of eating Epiphyllum Cake: "The main ingredients of Epiphyllum Cake are Yuetan and Zi Nuo, and the Moon Epiphyllum appeared at the turn of the Middle Ages and ancient times, and the first place it appeared was on the border of Guazhou. , Although it is a little far from Xiangshi, there were several local truces in the late Middle Ages. As long as the route is planned, it may be impossible to get it. Zi Nuo was selected and bred in recent times, and it is difficult to find Zi Nuo now, but with white spirit Waxy can also be substituted.”
Luo Han listened for a while, then gave a soft "tsk".
Ling Qingxiao asked seriously, "What's wrong?"
"It's alright." Luo Han shook his head, "Some people are really single, depending on their ability. You are still hurt, so stop talking."
Soon they walked out of the woods. Not far away, the green hills were like daisies. The smoke from the kitchen rose from the foot of the mountain. There was traffic in the streets.
People in the village found them coming back and shouted at them from a distance. The people in the team also waved their hands one after another: "Mother, Daddy, we're back!"
In the Middle Ages, the whole people fought, and the warriors who fought on the battlefield were also parents, children, husband and wife, brothers and sisters. Many people in the team are not very old. They have just grown up, and they are still half-old children, and they are about to go into battle to kill the enemy.
Getting closer and closer to the entrance of the village, the young people in the team couldn't hold back, waving their hands and rushing towards their families. Some people in the team were angry and some laughed, and the leader turned a blind eye to this. It was lunchtime now, the leader told everyone to disband at the entrance of the village, and when he turned around, he saw Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao, and couldn't help frowning: "He is seriously injured and can't be delayed any longer. He needs immediate treatment. Do you two remember the way you came? Or what is the name of your tribe, I will have someone send you back."
Luo Han hadn't heard the primitive word "tribe" for a long time. She realized once again that they are now in the Middle Ages, an era of chaos, turmoil, and a sharply reduced population, but it is also gorgeous, bright, and talented.
Where do Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao have tribes, Luo Han quickly put on a miserable look, and said pitifully: "We have no home. Our home was destroyed in the war, and now there are only the two of us left, me and... brother We've been in exile all the way here, and we don't know where we're going next."
The tribal leader listened to his emotions. In this era, such stories happen almost every day. Children lose their parents, wives lose their husbands, and everyone bears the blood and hatred of their relatives.
Ling Qingxiao frowned and looked down at Luo Han. Siblings
Luo Han hurriedly gave Ling Qingxiao a wink, motioning him not to demolish the platform. Pig brains know that they can't rashly say that they are from the future. In this chaotic era, self-destruction is simply rushing to court death. Luo Han casually made up an orphan status for himself, and by the way gave her and Ling Qingxiao a brother and sister character.
It doesn't matter who they are at all, it's important to find a place quickly. Ling Qingxiao's injury couldn't be delayed. Now that one of them was injured and the other was weak, and inexplicably appeared outside the other's tribe, it was most reasonable to say that they were brothers and sisters.
The leader of the tribe sighed: "I have pity on you. Since you have nowhere to go, let's stay with our tribe first. When your brother is healed, if you are willing to stay, then join our tribe. If not, you can also If you can leave freely, I won't hold you back. What do you think?"
The tribal leader is willing to accept them. He is really a good person. Luo Han quickly thanked: "Thank you leader, we are willing."
The tribal leader led them to an vacant wooden hut. It can be seen that no one has lived here for a long time, and a thin layer of ash has fallen from the door and window edges. The houses of the Middle Ages cannot be hoped for too much, and the shapes inside are very simple. There is a wooden house in the north of the yard that runs from left to right. There are about three large rooms. There are two thatched huts on the east and west sides. There is an open-air stove against the south wall.
This place is naturally incomparable with the magnificent Tiangong and the solemn Zhongshan Mountain, and even an ordinary inn in Zhongzhongtian, but compared to the houses of other villagers, this yard can be said to be very good. After all, the two of them are outsiders, and it is very rare for a tribal leader to be so generous to two strangers from unknown origins.
Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao have nothing to fault. While leading them in, the tribal leader said, "This yard is not big, but although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs, and all the utensils inside should be complete. You have few brothers and sisters. The only downside of this house is that it is far from the surrounding houses."
In times of war, such shortcomings are simply fatal. However, for Ling Qingxiao and Luo Han, remoteness is not a disadvantage, but an advantage. Luo Han said quickly: "It's not far, this is already very good. Thank you boss!"
"As long as you are used to it." The leader looked at them and smiled. At first glance, these two children were carefully raised, and their gestures were exquisite. The clothes and accessories on their bodies were unprecedented for the leader. At first, the tribal leader was worried that the two children, who were obviously from famous families, would not be used to it, but now they have accepted it well, and the tribal leader is also relieved.
At this time, Ling Qingxiao raised his hand to cover his lower lip, he didn't say a word, only the tip of his brow wrinkled. The tribal leader immediately saw that Ling Qingxiao was enduring his injuries. When encountering such a wounded person, the tribal leader did not know what to say. She hurriedly greeted: "Okay, stop standing. Your brother is injured, help him to lie down inside."
Luo Han responded and helped Ling Qingxiao into the house. Ling Qingxiao slowly leaned on the bed frame, Luo Han helped him to sit by the bed, and the tribe leader sat on the stool, reaching out to give Ling Qingxiao a pulse.
The leader pressed for a while, and frowned more and more tightly: "Have you met the devil?"
Luo Han replied: "Yes. We lost, and he blocked me."
"Fortunately, you are from the Dragon Clan, and you are born with a good foundation. If it were someone else, you would have died in the palm of your hand." The tribal leader took out a bamboo slip and used his spiritual power to quickly engrave on it, "We have frequent fights with the Demon Clan. , the medicine for trauma is ready-made, you can go get it with me in a while, come back and give him a decoction, every morning and evening. The medicine for internal injuries is a little troublesome, and you may need to go to the mountains to collect medicine."
Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao are known as brothers and sisters. The leader recognized Ling Qingxiao as a dragon clan, and naturally classified Luo Han as a dragon clan. Luo Han did not refute, and carefully asked the leader what he should pay attention to when decocting medicine.
Ling Qingxiao leaned on the bed, he saw the leader engraving on the purple glass bamboo, he hesitated.
Purple glass bamboo is on the verge of extinction. It is a very precious material for refining. Just adding a piece of purple glass bamboo to the sword embryo will make the blade extremely tough, and it will not bend even if it is bent at a right angle. back. Such a precious treasure of heaven and earth, the leader actually cut off such a complete piece and used it to remember the prescription
Ling Qingxiao couldn't help feeling distressed.
After the leader finished writing, Luo Han accepted the prescription and thanked him solemnly. She personally sent the leader out, and by the way followed the leader to get the medicinal materials for the trauma. Sure enough, as the leader said, the medicinal materials are all complete, and everyone does not even need the leader to dispense the medicine, and they know what to take.
After fighting for a long time, basically every family is self-taught medicine. The leader brought Luo Han the matching herbs and said, "I have to look for the medicine for internal injuries. You can fry the medicine for trauma first, and feed it to your brother twice in the morning and evening. There is also a recipe for external application, which is not necessary. , but using it together is good for his injury recovery, do you want to use it?"
Luo Han heard that of course he wanted it, so the leader took another set of medicine and said, "Twice a day, change the medicine every morning and evening. The herbal medicine will not be fresh after a long time, so I will give you a five-day supply first and use it later. When it's over, come find me again."
Luo Han should be. When she heard the leader's words, she felt a sense of disobedience. The time in the storage bag was stagnant. If she was afraid of the rot of the herbs, she could just put it in the storage bag. Luo Han had never encountered anything that rotted in the fairyland. The leader said this, could it be that they don't have storage bags here
Luo Han's eyes swept quietly, and as far as he could see, he did not find any magic weapon related to space. Luo Han thought about it, and silently put his storage bag into his sleeve.
The fairyland in the Middle Ages and the fairyland in later generations are completely two concepts.
Luo Han couldn't reveal that he had storage space, so he could only pick up the herbs for five days, and took it back all the way. After entering the house, she closed the door and put the herbs in the storage bag.
I don't know if I don't wear it, but only after I crossed it did I realize that there are so many convenient and easy-to-use instruments in Apocalypse.
Ten thousand years in the fairyland is an era, similar to the era of the mortal world. When they crossed from Wynn Island, it was the era of apocalypse.
Luo Han approached the house and found that Ling Qingxiao got out of bed at an unknown time, and took the bamboo slip just now to read it repeatedly. Luo Han raised his heart and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the prescription?"
"No." Ling Qingxiao shook his head and sighed, "This is purple glass bamboo. They actually used purple glass to write."
Luo Han asked silently: "Is the purple glass bamboo..."
"A precious refining material, especially suitable for sword refining." Ling Qingxiao seemed to be really concerned, and even spoke more and more words, "There are only less than ten purple glass bamboos left in the whole heaven, and each one grows out of it. Festivals are a major event in the fairy world. After the purple glass bamboo grows the bamboo joints, the bamboo joints will be carefully cut by special personnel and distributed to various places. , I'm afraid it will become extinct in tens of thousands of years. How could they actually use such precious materials to write?"
Luo Han understood Ling Qingxiao's mood, and as soon as he traveled through it, he suddenly found that their first-class protected plants were everywhere, and even the same treatment as the dog's tail grass, it is estimated that no one could accept it. Luo Han piled the herbs he got from the leader on the table and said, "Look at these again, I guess there are more precious species in it."
Ling Qingxiao glanced at it roughly, and saw several extinct legendary divine grasses. The value of this medicine is not precious at all, it is priceless.
Ling Qingxiao was frequently hit, and her heart was not very good. Luo Han originally planned to feed Ling Qingxiao the elixir that the linden tree gave her, but now it seems that maybe it can be saved.
In the Middle Ages, the spiritual energy was abundant and the vegetation was prosperous. It was regarded as a treasure of heaven and earth by later generations. Now it is really just a weed by the roadside. Moreover, Xiangshi has fought against the demons for many years, and has a unique secret recipe for treating traumatic and internal injuries. It may be better to use the leader's medicine than the Bodhi tree.
It is more appropriate to keep those that the linden tree gave her for emergency care. What is in front of them now is the real ancient secret recipe and ancient secret medicine, why not use it
Later generations of great powers fought for a broken recipe, and now, the mountain-like medicinal materials and prescriptions are piled up in front of them. If there is something they can't understand, they can directly ask the founder of the prescription. With such a chance, I don't know how many people will vomit blood.
However, wearing it into the Middle Ages has both advantages and disadvantages. Luo Han whispered to Ling Qingxiao, "There seems to be no storage bag here."
Ling Qingxiao nodded: "The space formation was created by Immortal Venerable Mingwu, who locked the Yuan-Swallowing Beast in the Mihai of Xi'er, and used his life's energy to continuously improve the formation of space. Storage bags, space rings, etc. , All of them were slowly explored by later generations after studying the classics written by Xianzun Mingwu. The date of birth of Xianzun Mingwu cannot be tested, but the year of his succession is clearly recorded in historical books. At the end, it took another 100,000 years after he succeeded to the throne. He imprisoned the swallowing beast, successively set up large arrays in Xier Mihai, and established the theory of space formation in his later years. Now that the medieval battle has not yet ended, it is doubtful whether Mingwu Xianzun was born or not. , naturally there will be no space magic tools."
Luo Han snorted, she thought about it for a while, and said, "Isn't it that many instruments can't be used?"
"That's right." Ling Qingxiao sighed, "In this period of time, try not to use storage bags and storage rings, and the things inside can be avoided if possible, try not to use them as much as possible. There is a big gap between the Middle Ages and the Apocalypse Era, even furniture. The shapes are different. Your beds, pillows, cups and dishes are all useless."
Luo Han was stunned. Overnight, her standard of living dropped from a delicate girl back to the Stone Age