Journey to the West: God-level Gathering Technique

Legend has it that there is a red ginseng fairy grass on Huangfengling, which looks like ginseng, but its color is bright red, and fine leaves grow on the top, which is as moist as precious jade.It grows in Huangfengling all the year round. I heard that its whereabouts are uncertain. It is a fairy grass that can "run". Jiang Han thought of it at this moment.

Embarked on the journey of searching for the fairy grass. Although Huangfengling has such treasures, the dangers involved are unspeakable.Jiang Han had trouble moving, and the further he walked to the back, the slower he moved.The mountain road is rugged and often covered with smog and mist. Jiang Han seems to have lost his mind at this time, and there is only one thought in his mind, and that is to find the red ginseng fairy grass.

He climbed all the way, his body in his seventies and eighties somehow managed to keep going upwards.After climbing to the top of the mountain, Jiang Han finally saw the red ginseng fairy grass growing on the cliff.

The broken leaves at the top fluttered with the wind, trembling in the wind.Jiang Han has traveled to the present, his eyes and mind are full of the red ginseng fairy grass, which is as red as blood jade, crystal clear and very pure.

Panting for breath, he began to climb up the cliff. His face like a dead branch was covered with sweat, but Jiang Han was not afraid. Just as he was about to climb there, a strong wind blew up in the air, filling the air with yellow smoke, making him The person hangs on the cliff, trembling.Jiang Han gritted his teeth, grabbed a protruding rock, and climbed up with all his might.

Jiang Han took a short break, panting heavily.Looking at the fairy red ginseng grass close at hand, he held his breath, supported his body with one hand, and picked the fairy red ginseng grass with the other, and when he held the fairy red ginseng grass in his palm, Jiang Han finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could relax for a long time, a gust of wind whizzed by, Jiang Han leaned tightly on the cliff, wrapped the red ginseng fairy grass in his arms to protect him, but he didn't notice for a while, Jiang Han's body suddenly fell, and fell off the cliff Come down, with a bang, blood flowers gushed out from the body, staining the ground below him red.

And the red ginseng jelly in his arms was still intact, but was stained more red by the blood in Jiang Han's body, making it more coquettish.As if taking the initiative to suck blood, it stretched out a little bit, swaying in the wind.

Jiang Han opened his eyes, opened his mouth slightly, and couldn't rest in peace until he died.

The real Jiang Han in his sleep frowned in the dark night, but couldn't wake up.

He felt the rapid changes in front of his eyes, and the things around him were spinning and changing. Jiang Han slept unsteadily on the bed, and he seemed to have fallen into another dream.What is the ability of this monster to make people have these yellow beams and dreams, he panted, it seemed that he hadn't escaped from the feeling of falling off the cliff in the last dream.

Jiang Han closed his eyes, feeling that his dream gradually stabilized.This seems to be a female perspective, and he waits quietly to see who he will become.

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In the dream, Jiang Han suddenly felt that this was a scene from heaven, and he waited for the dream to continue. This time, the dream was about a celestial girl.

Jiang Han himself seemed to be the Son of God. He could clearly feel the body of the Son of God, but his consciousness was like that of an outsider. He breathed out silently, and continued to dream about it.

That celestial girl was named Yan Huan, and Jiang Han could feel her emotions and heart, and when he heard Yan Huan speak, his heart ached.Yan Huan never thought that she would say such decisive words. The man in front of her with purple ink and long hair was startled, his good-looking eyebrows were hidden in the shadow of the branches, and everything seemed to be normal.

At least Yan Huan thought so, she heard her slightly hoarse voice, "Jiang Han, let's not meet each other. I will go to the Emperor of Heaven to explain the marriage contract."

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She didn't know how she should face Jiang Han, and now all she recalled in her mind was Yuzhong today, and what happened made her feel very absurd.

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But Jiang Han, who was originally opposite her, didn't know what happened, and the picture in Yan Huan's mind suddenly appeared in his mind.It's just that his actions are out of his control, it's this dream that manages it.

At that time, Yan Huan was walking in the middle of the flower path, and the rich fragrance of hibiscus peony flowers dyed her skirt, she couldn't help pinching one, and when she looked up again, she saw Fu Jingxi, Jiang Han knew it was The goddess of the heavens, the status is not high.

Yan Huan wanted to nod and pass by, but Fu Jingxi also saw Yan Huan, "It's such a coincidence, it's His Royal Highness Yan Huan." She saluted Yan Huan, her white palace dress was slightly turned sideways, inadvertently revealing A piece of black jade, Yan Huan's pupils shrank secretly.

That piece of black jade was his own, Jiang Han recognized it.

And he could clearly know that Yan Huan's displeasure immediately filled his chest at this time, and his tone was unconsciously a little tough, "Goddesses don't need to be polite."

That piece of black jade was specially given to Jiang Han by Yan Huan, and Jiang Han usually wears it with him as a personal item. Somehow Yan Huan got to Fu Jingxi's place, and remembered the letter he had just sent in Jiang Han's bedroom.

Jiang Han also remembered that Yan Huan accidentally found a letter in his bedroom. At that time, out of curiosity, Yan Huan opened it and read it. The content was generally that he admired Jiang Han and hoped to discuss Buddhism with him. Shenxiu is located at Huachi Pavilion.It was signed by Fu Quexi, who happened to be recognized by Yan Huan, the goddess Fu Quexi of the heavens.

Originally, Yan Huan didn't take it seriously, she thought that Jiang Han's cold temper would ignore such small and boring admiration, even if he went, so what!So she put the letter back unopened, and then went to Taishang Laojun for tea, and brought back a few bottles of elixir.

Thinking of this, she bit her lip, panicking in her heart.For some reason, Jiang Han also felt a little dull in his heart.

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He continued to watch.

Yan Huan pursed his lips and nodded to Fu Jingxi, ready to leave, but Fu Jingxi knelt down in front of her with tears in her eyes, "I don't ask for anything else, I just ask His Highness to let me accompany the Son of God, even if there is no I am also willing to be named."

As the words fell, she lowered her body to the ground, and tears fell down her face as smooth as porcelain.Seeing this, Yan Huan felt even more annoyed, "You don't have to do this, Jiang Han is not a thing, so you don't need to beg like this. If he likes you, why doesn't he marry you?"

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Fu Jingxi's beautiful eyes widened, she shook her head desperately, her white teeth clenched her lower lip tightly, "No, Your Highness! Although I love the Son of God, I also know that I am not worthy of the Son of God." Her body suddenly relaxed, her eyes lighted up. Looking into the distance a little laxly, but it seems to be focused on one point.

There was a lingering voice in his voice, "The son of God is so gorgeous, how dare I climb up? It's just that His Highness doesn't know that the figure of the son of God has already lived deeply in my heart, and I can't change it, and I can't change it."

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She smiled softly at Yan Huan, and untied the ink jade tied on the plain belt, the catkin pinched the concentric knot woven with vermilion silk thread, and the ink jade dangled back and forth. ..