Baili Shu leaned against the wall, with his hands hanging down, and his head tilted slightly, as if the person whose breath was weakening a little bit was not himself. If Jun Wanbai saw his face at this time, he would realize that when this person is not cold-faced, his face does not have that sharp and aloof coldness, and the lines are soft.
With an almost transparent face, there is an indescribable tiredness between the eyebrows and eyes.
It's completely different from his usual.
The hidden poison in the tendons was swimming wantonly, and the blood from the fingertips seeped into the bronze token little by little. When the blood dripped, it was like life was dripping along with it. It's definitely not a good feeling.
Tens of millions of blades are wantonly criss-crossing in the blood vessels, can it be regarded as good
However, Baili Shu's expression was as if he was used to this situation of being so weak that he might die at any time, there was no trace of fear on his face, only a kind of boredom caused by being too familiar and too frequent.
The blood flow is getting faster and faster, together with the hidden poison in the veins, and the soul seems to flow with the blood at any time. When he was still in Jiuxuanmen, on the day of Huishi, he once said, "Who is the soul? Never resting."
Death follows like a shadow and cannot be resisted.
However, who would want to die if he could live and live happily
The so-called cultivating immortals, pursuing the illusory eternal life, in the final analysis, is nothing but the fear of death.
Before he came here, when he was still in "Dongling Baili", Baili Shu knew that he would die, and he would die sooner than everyone else. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow. When the well-known Huichun Shou was invited to treat him, he said that although his disease was difficult, if he wanted to cure it, he could survive it.
"But son, you are different from those of us who are free-spirited." The aged Huichun has gray hair, but clear eyes, revealing the unique wisdom of the old man, "If you want to cure a disease, you must be pure-hearted and do nothing. No. But... can you do it?"
"I understand what you mean, sir."
He was silent for a long time before answering softly.
The old Lang Zhong who has rejuvenated his hands sighed softly: "I am just a small Lang Zhong. People like me can't understand the ambition of a person in your position. You are famous all over the world, but if you continue like you, you will die sooner or later. Yes, what's the use of being famous after death?"
"Reputation is irrelevant."
Only in the secret room between him and the doctor, Baili Shu looked sideways at the guards standing outside the window, those young Baili family disciples.
The old man followed his gaze and sighed a long time.
"I understand."
No one is willing to die. If you know that you must die and do it, then you must have something more important than life to do.
If he is really pure-hearted, doesn't listen to anything, doesn't think about anything, what will the Baili family do? What about those young family disciples whose eyes are still beating with flames of life
They were all still so young, they respectfully called him Patriarch and regarded him as a god.
Baili Shu leaned against the wall, lowered his eyes, his face was pale.
What slowly dripped from his fingertips was not ordinary blood, but the blood essence that would weaken every time a cultivator lost some. Ye Qiusheng used half of his blood essence to summon the soul of the snake, and he almost confessed to it in the bronze earth under the Lingxing Temple. But Baili Shu lowered his hands, allowing the blood to drip down.
But he himself was thinking about things that seemed to have happened a long time ago.
The bronze token was like a glutton, greedily absorbing Bailishu's blood without knowing its hunger and satiety, and the horned dragon and animal pattern on the token slowly lit up. When Bailishu's breath gradually weakened to the point where it was almost gone, the horned dragon and beast pattern on the token finally lit up completely.
This is the oldest and most dangerous refining method.
In the chaotic era where copper was used as soldiers, all vessels made of bronze must have a very special status, and the runes carved on the bronze vessel symbolized the level status of the bronze vessel. The horned dragon is a small dragon with wings and two horns. It has slender and drooping hair and sings nine tones. It is a divine beast that only virtuous and wise kings can see.
Bronze ware engraved with horned dragon and animal patterns was a sacrificial vessel that only ancient emperors were qualified to use in the era of chaos.
Before using the bronze sacrificial vessel, it is often necessary to offer sacrifices to the bronze itself, usually the blood of slaves or alien animals. With the change of eras, these ancient sacrificial vessels have become powerful spiritual weapons that immortal cultivators can't even dream of. It is conceivable how powerful those ancient eras are.
Right now, Baili Shu is imitating the ancient method of sacrificial bronze heavy vessels, using his own blood to refine the bronze token.
Ye Qiusheng felt that it was impossible for a person like Bailishu to be like a desperado, but a person who is too smart takes everything to the extreme, and sometimes he is almost like a desperado.
At least not all desperadoes are able to force the essence and blood out of their whole body without changing their expressions.
After devouring almost all of Bailishu's blood essence, the horned dragon and beast pattern on the bronze token was finally fully activated, and it lit up. The token floated up and stopped in the mid-air in front of Baili Shu. It rotated slightly, exuding dark and ancient fluctuations, and a beam of red light with a clear sound came out from the token, connecting to Bailishu's forehead.
After the red light swept into Bailishu's forehead, Bailishu's blood essence, which was already nearly exhausted, started to rush again like a dry stream suddenly introducing new water.
The horned dragon bronze token contains a trace of ancient horned dragon's blood essence.
Bailishu used his own blood to sacrifice the bronze token, and was finally recognized by the bronze token. After being approved by the token, the blood essence of the horned dragon that was sealed in it turned around and was absorbed by Bailishu, thus making up for the blood essence that Bailishu sacrificed. As the Qiulong's blood essence slowly entered his body, Bailishu's complexion slightly improved.
The red light lasted for as long as a stick of incense, and finally the red light disappeared, and the token fell in front of Bailishu.
Bailishu raised his hand to catch the heavy token, feeling the inseparable connection between himself and the token.
On the token at this time, the animal pattern of the horned dragon faintly revealed a trace of black—it was the hidden poison injected into the token along with Baili Shu's essence and blood. This is the real purpose of Bailishu. Finding the spirit of the five elements is not something that can be done in a short time, but before that, he still has something to do. the point.
Since there is no way to eradicate it for a while, we must turn to find a way to temporarily restrain it.
It is one way to replace all the essence and blood filled with hidden poison in the body. Although it cannot be eradicated, it will take a while for the new hidden poison to fill the veins again. The hidden poison is temporarily removed, and the rest is not irrepressible.
What he wants is this time.
Moreover, as a spiritual weapon, apart from the essence and blood in it, the greatest use of this bronze token is that it can replace one's life. This is a spiritual weapon similar to a stand-in puppet. In the danger of death, it can transfer the owner's fate and resist a death calamity for the owner.
Holding the bronze token, Baili Shu tilted his head and leaned against the wall.
He sighed softly, his expression seemed to be a little more relaxed, but also like not.
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Lou Shidao walked to the main hall of the Jiuxuan branch under the leadership of the disciples of the Jiuxuan branch.
He had been here on the first day of his tenure as the governor of Yanmen County, but he didn't meet the elders of the Jiuxuan branch for the first time. The reason given by the disciple guarding the gate was: "The elder is closed, you can come back later."
Then a "after" waited until three months later.
Lou Shidao knew in his heart that this had something to do with the prominent families in Yanmen County. He is the only official of commoner origin in the current Chen Dynasty, and unlike the scholars appointed under the new imperial examination system, he is just some insignificant empty positions.
For the family that has monopolized the officialdom for hundreds of years, this is tantamount to a challenge.
The aristocratic family has great power, and most of the aristocratic families send their talented children to the eight sects of the immortal sect to learn from teachers. These disciples have more or less achieved a certain status in the sect. As a result, the aristocratic family received a certain degree of support from the sect, and thus became more and more powerful. And the reason why the sect was able to recruit disciples so unscrupulously in the land of the dynasty is also inseparable from these aristocratic families.
He appointed the governor of Yanmen County, which obviously angered the local prominent families.
And the unkind signal released by the Yanmen family is that he visited the elders of the Jiuxuan sect several times but failed to see them.
Lou Shidao walked along Qingshi Road, and the disciples of the Jiuxuan sect who came and went saw this person who was supposed to be the most powerful person in Yanmen County, but they didn't react at all. For immortal cultivators, mortals are not in the same world as them—even if immortal cultivators eat spiritual plants grown by secular mortals, they wear clothes woven by ordinary people.
It's really arrogance coming from the bones.
Thinking about it, Lou Shidao has already arrived at the main hall of Jiuxuan branch.
Just as he was about to go in, the disciple of the Jiuxuan sect who led him in coldly all the way in front of him suddenly let out a low cry of excitement: "It turned out to be the senior brother of the main sect, and they came out today?"