Journey to the West: God-level Gathering Technique

Jiang Han looked intently, and saw that it was the golden pill left by the old man in Yunshui Town.

He remembered the friendship between the snake demon and the old man, could it be because of this golden elixir, which has the breath of the old man on it, that the snake demon would not attack us?

That's probably it, Jiang Han thought, Gao Cuilan seemed to know what he was thinking, and nodded, "It's the effect of Grandpa's golden elixir, this black and purple snake is quite spiritual and human, and has been waiting here for many years. Agreement, so I think Grandpa's Golden Elixir will be effective."

Jiang Han also nodded knowingly when he heard the words, the broken snow in his arms jumped out, and landed lightly on the edge of the well, and it poked its head out to look inside curiously.

A piece of pitch black, occasionally facing the light, there is sparkling water in it.Jiang Han asked, "What is sealed in the well?"

Gao Cuilan supported the wall of the well and shook her head, "I don't know, I just say it has something to do with the body of the jin ge, maybe it's the soul of the blade extracted from my body." Gao Cuilan guessed, she vaguely thought so.

"Then do you want to lift the seal? This golden pill should be able to help you absorb it." Jiang Han said, he picked up Poxue, afraid that it would fall rashly, although he knew it was impossible.

Gao Cuilan pursed her lips and hesitated for a while, "Will I need it? My life like this is already very good." She murmured, looking at Jiang Han, "I have you by my side now, but I always feel anxious about gain and loss, just like There will always be something in the future that will catch you and me by surprise, maybe we will be separated, I can't help thinking like this"

Jiang Han stepped forward, looked at her quietly, and spoke with practical actions, "Don't think like this, our days are still long."

"I hope." Gao Cuilan, who was beside him, grabbed Jiang Han's sleeves tightly, "I hope we will never be separated."

Jiang Han patted her head, and Poxue squeezed out from between them, howling.Seeing its naive look, both of them laughed unconsciously.

"I'd better not lift the seal yet. I don't know if many practitioners will come upon hearing the news, and the peaceful life will definitely be broken." Gao Cuilan looked at Jiang Han earnestly.

"Okay, just do what you want." Jiang Han has no objection, since Gao Cuilan wants to let go of this matter, then he respects his decision, and he will protect Gao Cuilan if there is any danger in the future.

night.The moonlight is like water.

The faint moonlight shone in the courtyard, Jiang Han was sitting on the roof, and Po Xue was following on it, playing with a flying bug in the air.This look completely lost the majestic look in the illusion.Looking from a height, it is easy to see the tall and straight sycamore trees, arranged neatly along the road, like seven or eight trees.

Some of the walls that divide the courtyard are still built according to them. The short walls cover the trunk of the plane tree below, revealing the vigorous upper part and verdant branches and leaves, which can obviously show a full of charm in the daytime, but in the deep night. Every leaf in the painting is shadowed, thick and heavy in a dark haze.

Only when the wind blows and the leaves collide with each other, can we get a glimpse of the color of the sky in the gaps.The moonlight was very good on this day, and the surrounding clear and bright light was as soft as water, and there were also clouds in the sky, few and thin, stretched thinly like cotton threads, and even the night below was faintly visible.

Jiang Han sat quietly in his seat holding the sword, his face seemed to be thinking, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At night, there are no human voices during the day, and there is no rolling sound of things, and everything is sleeping soundly.It is easy for people to feel insignificant in such a quiet and vast world.

Jiang Han glanced at the sycamore trees, they stood upright but not silent, probably because the wind was blowing back and forth to make the green leaves chase, and the sound of rattling lingered for a long time.The fine sand was also thrown into the air, and under such a transparent moonlight, there was sparkling light.

He remembered that he actually saw a scene in the illusion. Jiang Han didn't know what the illusion consisted of, and many things seemed to show signs of it.

That time he saw Liu Chaoyang by the lake.Jiang Han saw his figure before this, he didn't know if this was a fantasy in a fantasy.

The water in that small lake is not deep, "Jiang Han" walked smoothly all the way to the Wuxin tree, but not a single drop of the lake water wetted the corner of his clothes, he inspected it for a while, and picked off a red leaf.The breeze gradually picked up and gradually became stronger, the branches and leaves of the trees rattled, and the leaves flew up and down. A human face appeared on the red trunk, and the mottled tree patterns looked like wrinkles. "What are you asking?" An old voice sounded.

"Jiang Han" replied: "My life is in the past."

"Put your hands up."

His right hand was pressed against the tree trunk, Wuxinshu closed his eyes, and Gujing Wubo had a puzzled look on his face, "You have a divine aura, but it's very faint. If you don't mind, you can drop a little blood on me. Let me help you take a closer look."

"Jiang Han" did as he did, and ran his fingers across the tree trunk with a cut, and the tree suddenly became thicker and redder as if it had drunk blood, and the leaves became redder.

Wuxinshu opened his eyes in horror, "The old tree doesn't know, it's actually" He suddenly fell silent, unwilling to say any more.

"Jiang Han" couldn't help frowning, and became more irritable in his heart, "What is it? Who am I? What kind of god's breath? I wake up from the ice field, and I often feel isolated from the world. I seem to be disconnected from everything. Act according to your feelings. I came to you, and I hope you can give me an answer. "

Wuxinshu let out a long sigh, "Old tree, to be honest, your old tree can't be broken in the past, and you don't dare to do so."

Seeing this, "Jiang Han" knew in his heart that there was nothing to ask, so he asked instead: "Can having the power of blood be destined to be reincarnated?"

"This"

"Jiang Han" interrupted him abruptly, and said in a deep voice, "Tell me, this has nothing to do with Tianyu."

Wuxinshu had no choice but to confess, "The old tree can't see anything, except that you have had many entanglements in your life." He seemed to have remembered something, "You will know, and you will tell you everything yourself."

Life entanglement? !What do you mean? "Jiang Han" was not very satisfied with this answer. He was silent for a long time, but still whispered: "Okay." He looked at Wuxinshu lightly, "In that case, there is nothing more to ask."

When "Jiang Han" returned to the grassland by the bank, everything returned to its original state, and then this figure also slowly disappeared.

This is what Jiang Han saw before he met Liu Chaoyang in the fantasy world. He had too little knowledge at first. In simple terms, he was poor, knew nothing, and was at a loss. This was not good for him, Jiang Han thought. ..