Chapter 324 Wang Shenxian who doesn't want to be a general

Shang Xin brewed a pot of tea, poured himself a cup, and then a cup for Mingyue. He picked it up and put the tea cup to his lips. When he was about to drink it, he suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Mingyue looked at Shang Xin and asked in surprise. Shang Xin seemed to suddenly feel something.

Shang Xin did not answer Mingyue's words immediately, but closed his eyes, as if he was feeling something carefully. After a while, Shang Xin opened his eyes. His man suddenly stood up, put the teacup on the table, and walked out of the house. When he walked to the door, Shang Xin said: "I felt a breath, as if it was the breath of a general."

"The breath of general?" Mingyue was shocked. Is Bai Yu coming? Or Shangguan Hong? Now that they are here, something must have happened to Bai Yu City.

The bright moon could almost be sensed by Shang Xin, except for the general's breath.

Seeing that Shang Xin had already walked out, Mingyue hurriedly followed him out.

Shang Xin walked quickly and walked out of the village. There was a piece of weedland in front of him. There were few trees near Luoxia Village, and most of the areas outside the village were extremely empty.

At this time, we can clearly see that a person is walking from a distance. The distance of several miles is nothing to Mingyue and Shangxin.

Mingyue could see that the man was neither Bai Yu nor Shangguan Hong, but a person he didn't know. He was an old man with long silver beards and hair, walking steadily with his hands on his back. He walked very slowly, but in just a few breaths, he arrived in front of Shang Xin. Mingyue looked very carefully. When the old man was walking, there was no weed where he stepped on. It was obvious that his feet did not touch the ground, nor even the tip of the grass was touching.

Do you fly in the air? You can fly in the air by reaching the artistic conception, but it is definitely not an easy task for the elderly to walk in the garden like this. Even Mingyue himself probably can't do it.

Who is this old man? How could he have such strong strength? Has he reached the tenth level of artistic conception, or has he reached the realm of spiritual conception?

Mingyue couldn't guess, she could only be sure that the old man's realm was higher than that of him.

However, the old man didn't even look at Mingyue. He and Shang Xin were facing each other. After a long time, the old man said: "I am already 120 years old this year. I have long been indifferent to those fighting and killing, and I have no desire to dominate the world."

Shang Xin didn't say anything, just looked at the old man quietly.

The old man continued: "I have been to the Daqing Mountains before and also to the sixteen stone chambers. At that time, the rhythm was still there. The book was so wonderful that I thought no one could inherit such martial arts."

Shangxin still doesn't speak.

The old man paused and said, "Can I not form a blood contract with my lord? Can I give me freedom?"

It turned out that this old man was a general. Shang Xin inherited the rhythm of the stone house, which was the lord of the other fifteen stone chambers. No matter when and where he met, Shang Xin could make a blood contract with them, and the general who made a blood contract would be Shang Xin's ministers for life.

Even if you don’t make a blood contract, you must obey Shangxin’s command. The little loyalty when you accept the inheritance will never betray them. However, generals who do not make a blood contract can come and go freely when Shangxin is not in danger.

Shang Xin had never encountered such a situation before. Shangguan Hong and Bai Yu and other five generals all hoped to form a blood contract with Shang Xin.

The king takes blood as his contract. It is the honor of his minister.

But the old man in front of him said that he did not want to form a blood contract with Shang Xin.

Shang Xin suddenly raised his hand, his fingernails gently stroked through his middle finger, and a bunch of blood splattered out, forming a strange mark in the air, forming a blood bead as big as a fingertip bit by bit.

Shang Xin opened his mouth and shouted, "Use my blood to test your body, where will you pass it on? Report it to the name!" Shang Xin didn't know why he suddenly said such words, but with a thought in his heart, such a mantra emerged.

The old man's mouth twitched, and there seemed to be a hint of reluctance in his eyes, but his man did not hesitate at all. He turned over and knelt down, shouting loudly: "General Medical has seen the lord!"

Shang Xin nodded, smiled faintly, flicked his fingers, and a white light shot out, just above the blood beads in the air.

"Broken!" With Shang Xin's shout, the blood beads suddenly scattered into a bunch of blood mist, gradually disappearing between the world.

"Ah!" The old man was shocked. He felt that he had no contact with the person in front of him. What was going on? The old man looked at Shang Xin in surprise.

Shang Xin was also looking at the old man and said, "I don't like to force others to do something for me. If you don't want to, I will never force you. I have cleared everything between us. From now on, you are not my general. Do whatever you want in the future, and no one will restrict you."

The old man stood up excitedly and looked at Shang Xin gratefully. After a while, he said, "Thank you, lord. If the lord uses my Wang Ziming's place in the future, I will do my best." Although he has nothing to do with the other party now, the old man still calls him lord. He really didn't expect that just because he said he didn't like it, the other party would actually cut off the mark passed down for thousands of years. It seems that this lord is not an ambitious person.

"My name is Shang Xin, so I'll call my name from now on." Speaking of this, Shang Xin suddenly remembered something and shouted: "You are the general of medicine, your surname is Wang?"

"Old Prince Ming." The old man replied.

"Is the King Shenxian mentioned in Luoxia Village you?"

The old man nodded, "The villagers' praise."

Shang Xin immediately became excited, "Great, you are the immortal Wang! You are finally here! I have been waiting for you for a year!"

"Wait for me for a year?" Wang Ziming was shocked. Could it be that the other party had known his identity as a general? It shouldn't be. No one in the world knew this, and he wouldn't have waited for him for a year to get rid of the inheritance.

Then after waiting here for so long, there is only one possibility, "Someone is sick?" Wang Ziming asked.

Shangxin nodded.

"Do you know what disease?" Wang Ziming asked again.

Shang Xin thought for a while and said, "She is a woman from the Lin family. She pulled the Destruction Bow a year ago."

"What! Pulling the God of Destruction? The man has not died yet? This is impossible!" Wang Ziming looked unbelievable. He has lived for 120 years, experienced various things, and encountered various diseases. He knew very well that those who pull the God of Destruction will surely die!

"She is not dead, she is still alive." Shang Xin's eyes showed a hint of melancholy, "But she knows nothing now, just like a living dead."

Wang Ziming narrowed his eyes and pondered for a while before saying, "Have she eaten something after pulling the Destruction Bow?"

"I fed him a fairy grass." Shang Xin said.

"No wonder. The fairy grass can almost be regarded as a magical medicine." Wang Ziming looked at Shang Xin and said, "I'd better call you lord. A fairy grass is enough to lift an ordinary person into a state of harmony. If a strong man reaches a state of harmony, he can even lift it to the top level of a state of harmony. Such a magical medicine lord can give it to others at will. I admire you."

Shang Xin shook his head, "She used to be my friend, but now she is my lover, of course I have to give it to her. If it were someone else, I wouldn't be so generous." After a pause, Shang Xin said again, "Can Bihua's disease be cured?" This is the issue that Shang Xin is most concerned about.

Wang Ziming pondered for a long time and said, "It can be cured, but it cannot be cured."

"Hmm?" Shang Xin was stunned, "What does this mean?"

"It's a long story, let's go back to the village and talk." Wang Ziming said.

Shang Xin frowned, but didn't say anything. According to his wishes, Wang Ziming should go back to Baiyucheng with him for medical treatment now, so why should he go back to Luoxia Village?

But now that he has nothing to do with the other party, he naturally cannot force Wang Ziming. Shang Xin even regrets it. If he had known that he was Wang Shenxian, he would not have eliminated his inheritance with him. At least he would have to wait until he cured Bihua.

Wang Ziming also saw Shang Xin's unhappiness. While walking to the village, he said, "It's useless to go to see Miss Lin with my lord now. Her illness was caused by exhaustion of life and could not be cured easily."

The few people were very fast. In just this sentence, they arrived in the village. They did not go to Shang Xin's home, but led the way by Wang Ziming and went directly to the five green brick tiled houses in the center of the village. This place belongs to neither the East Village nor the West Village.

"This was built by the villagers specifically for me. I have to come back to live for a month every three years." Wang Ziming introduced.

Shang Xin is now not interested in the fact that Wang Shenxian is back once every three years. At this time, he is just thinking about how to cure Bihua.

When I walked into the house, I had all the tables, chairs, beds, bedding and other daily necessities, but I was covered with a thick layer of dust. After three years, no one cleaned it, it would naturally become very unclean.

Wang Ziming didn't care at all, but just raised his hand and gently whipped it, and the dust in the room disappeared without a trace.

Everyone sat down, Shang Xin asked quickly: "How can we cure Bihua?"

Wang Ziming sighed and said, "According to what the lord said now, to cure Miss Bihua's disease, at least thirty kinds of spiritual medicines are needed to prepare it."

"Where are thirty kinds, I'll look for them." Hearing Wang Ziming's tone, Bihua still had a trait, and Shang Xin immediately let go of his heart, and his tone was no longer as anxious as before. With Bai Yucheng and Yun Zixuan as their backing, Shang Xin believed that no matter what kind of spiritual medicine was, it would be a problem.

Wang Ziming said in a little embarrassed manner: "I have twenty-six kinds of medicinal herbs, but only four are difficult to find."

"What four types?" Seeing that Wang Ziming was so serious, thinking about the other party's identity as a miracle doctor, Shang Xin's heart was raised again. Even the miracle doctor who had lived for 120 years said that it was difficult to find something, but it must be an extremely rare thing.

"Immortal grass, God's Fruit, Demon Bead, and a Life Grass." Wang Ziming said: "Immortal grass has been taken and can be removed. Now, as long as you collect the God's Fruit, Demon Bead and Life Grass, you can say that you can cure Miss Bihua's injuries. But these three things..."

Wang Ziming paused and did not continue, but said, "So I said that Miss Bihua's disease can be cured, but it cannot be cured."
Chapter completed!