Guan Feibai wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, not sure if it was because of heat or nervousness.
"This is the cinnabar pill that is being refined?"
His voice also became a little dry and very low, because he was worried that others would hear it.
Zhexiu didn't know what was going on inside the palace gate, but he had taken cinnabar pills before and knew the taste, so he nodded.
With his confirmation, Guan Feibai took a breath.
In the northern snowfield, cinnabar pill was the most talked about this year. Of course, he also knew about this legendary magic medicine that can revive the dead and give birth to bones.
But at this time, he was not gasping because he was shocked, but because he had confirmed the truth of the other rumor.
It turns out that the cinnabar pill was really refined by Chen Changsheng. Could it be that he really used his own blood
Half a year ago, an uncle of Lishan Sword Hall fought a bloody battle with twenty-one demon generals outside the Black Mountain Army Mansion. He returned with a broken arm, bleeding to the brim, and the holy light technique was useless. At the last critical moment, All rely on a cinnabar pill to come back to life.
Thinking of this, Guan Feibai really didn't know how to face Chen Changsheng.
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The door of the apse finally opened, and a wave of heat came out, and the green leaves on the pear tree rustled, as if it was midsummer.
Nanke helped Chen Changsheng out from the inside. His face was a little pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.
Archbishop Wenshui hurried forward to meet him.
Chen Changsheng handed the small porcelain bottle in front of him.
Naturally, the extremely precious cinnabar red in the small porcelain bottle.
For more than a year, Chen Changsheng provided a bottle of cinnabar pill to the frontline sergeants every other month.
His blood is limited.
According to the time, this month's cinnabar pill should have been refined and distributed more than ten days ago, but he was seriously injured by the demon king on the snowy ridge, bleeding a lot, and has been recuperating at Banya Horse Farm since then. There is simply no way to do it.
He has not said anything, but he is actually a little anxious, because he knows that in Yonglan Pass, Yongxue Pass, Congzhou, and Heishan, in many places, there are many soldiers who are seriously injured and dying are waiting for Zhu Shadan to appear , Those people are really anxious.
So when he left Hanqiu City, he had already secretly sent a letter to Wenshui, so that the Taoist temple here had prepared the corresponding medicinal materials. When he arrived in Wenshui today, he did not care about the fact that the injury had not fully recovered, so he started The refining of medicines.
Now that the bottle of cinnabar pill is finally refined, the next thing to do is naturally to send it to the military mansion ahead.
At the earliest time, this matter was in charge of the State Religion Yinghua Hall, and later it was handed over to the Tang family. Now that he is in Wenshui, he has no intention of entrusting the Tang family to take care of it, because everything that happened in Xueling that night was brought out by the Tang family, and the Tang family obviously doesn't care about the goodwill he expressed through Zhu Shadan.
Chen Changsheng said: "Send people to Hanqiu City overnight to find the head of Huaiyuan, and they know how to distribute them."
It was very quiet. The archbishop didn't answer the conversation, nor did he intend to take the small porcelain bottle.
It wasn't that he dared to disobey the oracle, or that he was weighing the gains and losses, but that he was too shocked.
There are several very important messages in this sentence, one of which is bound to shake the entire continent.
Wang Po returned to Tianliang County.
Regardless of whether his people have returned or not, since Huai Yuan has arrived, it means that he has arrived.
Everyone knows that Huaiyuan is Wang Po.
But what really shocked the archbishop was not the news, but the small porcelain vase itself.
Sending people to Hanqiu City overnight is enough to do a lot of tricks, if he wants to.
The archbishop's face kept changing, red and white for a while, and finally calmed down.
He reached out to take the small porcelain bottle without the slightest tremor.
"I will live up to your majesty's entrustment."
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Zhexiu looked at Chen Changsheng's pale face and said, "Blood can grow on its own, but if it does so for a long time, it will have a great impact on your cultivation."
Chen Changsheng said: "I eat a lot of spiritual fruit ginseng every day, so the problem will not be too big."
Zhexiu said: "If you want to become a saint, it is a big problem."
Chen Changsheng was silent for a while, but did not answer.
Zhexiu stared into his eyes and said, "Didn't she stop you?"
Chen Changsheng knew that the she he was talking about was not Xu Yourong nor the owner of that letter, but the little black dragon.
Thinking of the fierce quarrel at the beginning, he smiled.
Zhexiu said: "Compared with saving those people, your own strength is more important to this world."
Chen Changsheng lingered on the pear tree outside the door for a moment, and said: "I understand the truth, but... It's fine if I didn't think of it at the beginning, but now I know that I only need to flow every month. It’s really hard not to do something that could save dozens of lives with some bloody poo.”
Guan Feibai, who had been silent all this time, said, "It makes sense, if it were me, I would feel embarrassed."
Zhexiu grew up in the cold and cruel wasteland, and couldn't understand the thoughts of these famous disciples in the south, so he shook his head and said no more.
"When you were refining medicine earlier, the Taoist Palace had already announced your arrival to Wenshui."
Guan Feibai looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "What I don't understand is that even if you reveal your identity, the Tang family will never dare to touch you again, but how can you rescue Tang Tang? Let you see, what can you do? The Pope has no way to break into the ancestral hall."
"I don't know either, let's see what happens tomorrow."
Chen Changsheng glanced at the night sky, only to see the stars, and it should be sunny tomorrow.
The day is sunny and warm, but the night is windy. The winter wind blowing from the mountains in the north enters the city along the Wenshui River and lingers around the Daoist Hall.
The pear tree shook slightly, and the green leaves fell again. It looked a little bleak, which seemed to indicate that the sky might change.
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The next morning, the change came.
It wasn't a sudden snowfall, nor a blinding wind, but countless thunders.
The sound of hooves was like thunder, the morning light broke suddenly, the earth shook, the wilderness was uneasy, and the alarm sounded in Wenshui City, and the city gate that had not been closed for hundreds of years closed at an unimaginable speed.
All kinds of defensive crossbows on the city wall turned and aimed at the northern field. Countless chilling and powerful auras spilled out, indicating that there were countless formations inside the city gate, inside the city wall, and even underground. The law started to work.
Just looking at the number of defensive crossbows, the density of formations, and the flying chariots flying through the air, one can know that Wenshui City's defense capabilities are extremely strong, seriously exceeding the regulations, and even not inferior to Luoyang City.
What is even more awe-inspiring is that no matter whether it is the soldiers at the city gate, the faster-reacting guards of the Tang family, or the most ordinary merchants and pawns, even though their faces changed drastically when they were frightened by the thunderous hooves in the distance, they still did not They did not panic, obeyed the order, and retreated into the city quickly.
Obviously, in the past countless years, although Wenshui City has not faced the disaster of swords and soldiers, it has never forgotten the battle.
Not to mention the unfathomable background of the Tang family, just relying on this fortified city and these well-trained soldiers and civilians, anyone who attacks will pay a very heavy price. Even the bloodiest, cruelest and most violent demon wolf cavalry dared not rush forward in one breath, and would definitely stop outside the range of the hundreds of divine crossbows.
Sure enough, the thunderous hoofbeats gradually stopped, and the black tide stopped in the field thousands of feet away.