The method of planting spiritual objects has been started.

Kiyohara couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He had no idea about the planting of green lotus before, so he could only bury it in the flesh and blood of the flesh. Although he did not ignore it, there was no other way... Although he had always let it die, Qingyuan always took the search for the method of planting green lotus in mind.

Now that I have obtained this method, it is the best to plant green lotus.

"This method may not be very profound, but being included in Huanhua Pavilion is indeed among the best."

Qingyuan said intimately: "I am now in this empty cave world, and the materials required for this method are unable to obtain... The effectiveness of this method will be greatly reduced, but the immortal lotus is extraordinary. As long as it can be nourished by this method, it will eventually survive."

He waved his hand and the magic power in his hand rotated.

The Yang God faces east, and magic power turns into vitality.

Yangshen Guanbei, magic power turns into water flow.

The Yang God stands in the center, and the magic power is condensed, and it suddenly turns into dust and condenses suddenly.

"Although I can't create things in the void, I still have the Taoist meaning after all, and it is not difficult to transform into the power of the five elements and change things in water and earth."

Kiyohara took a look and felt a little moved.

The real spiritual liquid and the real fairy soil must be extremely complex and difficult to analyze clearly. Naturally, it cannot be easily produced out of thin air.

But ordinary water flow and ordinary soil can still be changed.

Fortunately, he has water-like magic and this cave world that has been integrated into the soil plundered from the Canglun tribe, which is also a kind of help.

Therefore, the water and soil in his hands were actually not ordinary.

"If you continue to arrange this, the Qinglian Immortal Seed should be completely saved and can gradually grow."

Kiyohara whispered: "But, if you really want this green lotus to grow, there will be a long time."

He shook his head slightly and said self-deprecatingly.

It is also a skill to be able to toss the Qinglian Immortal Seed to the point where it is on the verge of death.

After calming down, Qingyuan took a step forward.

He came to the front and stepped out.

The general trend of mountains and rivers is shaped out of thin air.

The momentum of Feng Shui changes due to others.

Arrangement!

He is already a human being and the peak person in the world.

Although Huanhua Pavilion is inherited by the Taoist ancestors and has endless heritage, the immortals have not had a lower realm, and all the arrangements are only arranged by real people or half immortals.

And Qingyuan has reached this point.

He can do the Huanhua Pavilion that can be successfully arranged, so can it be done.

...

Two days passed.

The method of planting green lotus is finally arranged.

As for the location of the Nanliang capital, the other arrangements of the Qingyuan are about to begin.

Mr. Wen is seriously ill and about to die.

"No mistakes can happen?"

Mr. Wen lay on his back on the bed. He knew that the deadline had come, so he drove away all the maids and was not allowed to step into the room, so he waited for the deadline to come here.

But even a person like him, he couldn't help but feel confused and panic when he arrived.

Qingyuan was silent for a moment, then said: "I have tried it again before, there will be no mistakes."

Mr. Wen breathed out. Although he had not calmed down completely, he could barely take a half-hearted pill. He did not ask whom he tried.

Because he also knew that this matter must have involved Qingyuan's secrets.

He is a smart man with many doubts, knowing that he will not get answers, so he doesn't have to worry too much.

What's more, he seemed weak, his words and actions seemed extremely difficult, and his breathing was already quite difficult, so he was really unable to explore these things anymore.

"Leave it to fate."

Mr. Wen sighed.

During these days, he was somewhat prepared for his own affairs openly and secretly... If Kiyohara really just deceived him, he would die like this, and these preparations would allow him to make arrangements for many years, so that they would not collapse in an instant and become a bubble.

"What should be done is already done, it can only depend on God's will."

Mr. Wen thought so.

His breathing gradually slowed down.

After about one or two hours, the injury gradually became worse and the person was already dying.

Fortunately, Kiyohara took a little action, suppressing the pain caused and making Mr. Wen sleep quite peacefully.

...

Qingyuan held the ancient mirror in his left hand and looked down at the scene.

Mr. Wen is dying.

After he dies, he can take out his soul, penetrate it into the divine talisman, attach it to the divine talisman, and continue to survive... In fact, it is no longer considered survival, it is just a ghost on it.

But for them, there will not be much change from their lifetime, and they will not even be tired of eating, drinking, defecating, etc., which is considered another benefit.

"He has a deep luck, and he has to be careful compared to Bai Xiao."

Qingyuan pondered a little, and his heart was quite heavy.

Among the four people who have obtained the Qingyuan God Talisman, Mr. Wen is the most lucky. Qingyuan is also the most cautious about him and does not even dare to let Mr. Wen die early. He is naturally invaded by injuries and death... Of course, this injury is also a change. Now that Mr. Wen dies, it is considered to die early, but after all, the relationship with Qingyuan will be slightly shallow.

If Mr. Wen wants to die early because of his talisman, then the involvement will be even heavier.

Although it is a variable, Qingyuan has always been cautious and dare not be unscrupulous.

"Change!"

With his whisper.

The divine talisman suddenly turned into a black light, fell into the room, appeared, and suddenly turned into a figure.

The figure was covered with black light, unable to see his appearance clearly, so he raised his footsteps and slowly headed towards Mr. Wen.

"A person dies like a lamp that disappears after seven days. If there is a chance, he will live in the world and turn into ghosts... Now when he is the gods, most people can live forever, wait for the underworld to be enthroned and reincarnate."

"If you are a person with deep luck, it is related to the direction of the great power of the Gods. Even if you are a mortal, you also have the name of the Gods. After your death, you should ascend to heaven and wait at the Venerable Platform."

"However, you died young now, and I will take action, which can reverse the changes."

The black figure suddenly poked out his hand and pressed it on Mr. Wen's face.

The light flashes.

The black light gradually penetrated into the ancestral acupoint of his eyebrows.

"You are not leaving the will of heaven, nor are you dependent on the will of heaven."

"You are obeying my life."

"Your life and death will be in charge after today."

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...

Outside the hospital.

They are often two maids who serve Mr. Wen and have been waiting outside the room for a long time.

They all knew that Mr. Wen's physical condition was getting worse and worse, and today he was extremely weak, like a candle in the wind, and might be extinguished in the next moment.

Now a few hours have passed.

But the sir didn't make any noise.

"what to do?"

The maid on the left whispered: "It's been a long time, sir, there's no movement."

The maid on the right said distressedly: "What's the solution? The gentleman had told me before that if he didn't come out on his own initiative, we couldn't go in, otherwise we would have to be beaten to death by sticks."

The maid on the left looked pale and whispered: "But if something really happened to the sir, we didn't serve by our side, and even Miao learned it in time, and did not report it... He would also be beaten to death by sticks."

Hearing this, the maid on the right suddenly trembled and whispered: "If that sir is really..."

"Shut up."

The maid on the left scolded: "Talk around, be careful of your head."

The maid standing on the right immediately fell silent and dared not speak.
To be continued...