The reborn king is ferocious

Chapter 121
She unconsciously walked over again, knelt down beside him, and followed Fu Lingtian's instructions to look at the rock.

"Dragon Spirit Grass needs to be irrigated with the painstaking efforts of the dragon for ninety-nine and eighty-one days before it can be formed. Without the painstaking efforts of the dragon, the effect is negligible..."

The general idea here is that the dragon spirit grass will not be effective if it is put into the medicine like this. People who have the fate of the real dragon emperor need to water the seedlings of the dragon spirit grass that have broken the ground. When the seedlings grow up, they will become Dragon cinnabar as red as blood.

At noon on the day when Longzhusha grows, let those who need it take it, and take off all clothes to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for three hours.

And one of the most important ones is that this Dragon Spirit Grass is extremely hot, so it's fine if women take it, but men, especially those who are young and full of anger, will be like adding fuel to the fire, and their internal organs will be on fire.Not only can't cure the poison, but it will also make the original poison intensify and wreak havoc in the body, and severe cases may even lead to death.

The only solution is to take the blood of a woman who is qualified to irrigate the Dragon Spirit Grass, so as to calm down the dryness and save her life temporarily.

But even so, it is necessary to take real dragon cinnabar to detoxify as soon as possible. If the time is too long, there will be no solution.

These words have been left on the rocks by the ancestors for an unknown number of years, and they have already grown moss and covered them with weeds. No wonder they couldn't find anything before.

Just now when Fu Lingtian was dying of pain, he inadvertently kicked hard on the rock a lot, kicking off all the moss on the surface, revealing the handwriting, which he happened to see when he got up.

All of this seems to be destined in the dark, if Luo Qingchen didn't take this trip with Fu Lingtian, if he didn't steal the Dragon Spirit Grass for Luo Qingchen's sake, if Luo Qingchen didn't replace his arm just now His arm was bitten by Fu Lingtian, and he drank her blood... If he missed any point, he would not be able to discover the secret, nor would he be able to cure the poison.

"Qingchen, now you can't go back to spend the New Year with your mother, and you still have to take care of yourself..." Fu Lingtian felt that he owed Luo Qingchen too much, why did he always care about her indifference before?
Luo Qingchen still said calmly: "Do you want to die?"

Fu Lingtian shook his head.

"Why do you want to talk so much?" She got up and walked back unhurriedly, and said lightly: "Come back at dawn tomorrow to take a closer look, so don't make any mistakes this time."

Looking at her back, her petite body seemed to contain infinite power, Fu Lingtian felt so kind and gentle.

So, they came back the next day to take a closer look, then set up tents on the top of the mountain and sent people to buy rice noodles and other food outside the mountain, waiting for the dragon cinnabar to grow.

Fortunately, Dragon Spirit Grass doesn't need a lot of heart and soul, and only a few drops of blood are needed for one plant per day.

In order to be on the safe side, Luo Qingchen raised three plants, and asked Lily of the Valley to prick the heart with an awl to get blood on time every noon.

And this time is also when Fu Lingtian is restless, wishing that the awl was stuck in his chest, Qingchen must be very painful, right?
Luo Qingchen was very indifferent, as if nothing had happened in front of him.

On the top of the mountain, without being disturbed by the mundane world, the life is very plain and leisurely, but it is also boring.

It would be easier for those followers to consciously practice every day, or go hunting down the mountain.It's just that Luo Qingchen and Ling Lan didn't go down the mountain because it was inconvenient to go up and down.

Fu Lingtian had an idea, mixed some mud, and then kneaded it into two types of circle and square with his hands, and arranged a big stone, placed it beside the spring, with criss-cross patterns on it to form a chessboard, and pulled Luo Qingchen to play chess .

Luo Qingchen had a calm mind, and when he was a queen, he liked to entertain himself when he had nothing to do, and he was given advice from experts, so at the beginning, Fu Lingtian didn't win a game all day, and he didn't even eat dinner when he was so depressed.

Ling Lan was still worried, and wanted to call Fu Lingtian, but Luo Qingchen said disapprovingly: "Isn't it just losing the chess? This is why he wants to go on a hunger strike, so he doesn't want to live anymore, and he also said who to listen to, who to protect, and what kind of revenge to take... ..."

When they said this, they were by Fu Lingtian's tent. As soon as they left, Fu Lingtian rushed out of the tent, picked up his rice bowl and ate.

He didn't want to be looked down upon by Luo Qingchen.

Therefore, Fu Lingtian was busier than others every day, and after playing chess with Luo Qingchen, he hid in the tent and pondered his chess skills alone.

He was quick in thinking and extremely clever, and he won the game the next day, and after three or five days, he would come up with clever tricks from time to time and win a big victory.

When Long Zhusha grew up, Fu Lingtian and Luo Qingchen's chess skills were roughly equal, and sometimes even killed Luo Qingchen and defeated him.

Competitiveness and peace of mind, coupled with the fact that he is indeed talented, to be able to advance by leaps and bounds in such a short period of time, Luo Qingchen felt surprised but within reason.

The game between the two of you back and forth is even more interesting, and Luo Qingchen's coldness is a little less in front of Fu Lingtian.

In a blink of an eye, it was the end of the new year. The top of the mountain was very strange. The rocks could absorb the heat of the sun. The nearby peaks were already covered with thin white snow. The dragon spirit grass here was still lush, like spring.

Luo Qingchen and the others didn't feel cold, and the temperature of the spring water didn't seem to have changed from when it came, because it was cold and misty, like a fairyland.

After Fu Lingtian and Luo Qingchen finished playing chess, while drinking tea made from lily of the valley, he pointed to the colorful wild flowers dotted around the spring and said: "Qingchen, you see, this is a good place, the seasons are like spring, I will be here in the future Build a house, plant some vegetables over there, and grape vines over here... Wouldn’t it be fun to come and live for a while when we’re free?”

Luo Qingchen also thinks that the scenery of this place is not very beautiful, but it is small and warm, and has its own style. When Fu Lingtian described it, she seemed to see the fragrance of melons and fruits, the tranquility of the hut, and the scene of flocks of white geese , it's not that I don't yearn for it, but...

"I don't have your leisurely mind, and I don't have that leisurely time." Luo Qingchen dropped the chess, got up and walked to the few dragon spirit grasses that were cultivated quietly. In the surrounding greenery, these few red dragons are better than flames. Cinnabar is very conspicuous and beautiful.

Fu Lingtian saw her clear eyes focused on the dragon cinnabar, her curved eyebrows, her straight nose, her red lips, her petite figure and exquisite figure, and a smile overflowed from her lips unconsciously.

Luo Qingchen raised her head inadvertently, just in time to see his intoxicated smile, immediately lowered her head again, and went to play with those Dragon Spirit Grass, unknowingly pulling several plants.

"Qingchen, don't move." Fu Lingtian suddenly grabbed her hand, and Luo Qingchen saw that his hand was resting on a plant of dragon cinnabar.

She only felt that his palm was big and dry, so she quickly took out her hand, and while she was not paying attention, Fu Lingtian sniffed her hand secretly. Of course, there is also the faint scent of a woman that only he can smell.

On this day, those followers were not on the mountain, and Fu Lingtian also ordered Linglan not to do dinner, Luo Qingchen only did not know his arrangements.

At dusk, each of those attendants returned to the top of the mountain with a big food box, opened the food box, and everyone sat on the ground, and the dishes were still warm at this time.

Fu Lingtian asked Lily of the Valley to warm up the wine again, filled a glass for himself first, raised his glass and said, "Today is New Year's Eve, I never thought we would celebrate New Year in such a special place, come on, let's have a drink first."

So today is New Year's Eve?Luo Qingchen couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

Although Fu Lingtian used to be kind to his servants, he was always used to thinking of tricks by himself, and he would not show whether he was good or bad to others.

But since the young lady Luo Qingchen came into existence, even though the people here are all Fu Lingtian's confidantes and understand what's going on with the two of them, Fu Lingtian has already made no secret of his kindness to Luo Qingchen, and also treats these followers. It's more gentle and easy to deal with.

In addition, today is New Year's Eve, the followers are a little presumptuous.

A follower joked, "Master, why do you think this year's New Year's Eve is special? When you were in the master's school before, there were so many brothers and sisters who were very lively. You can't tell the difference."

Someone followed suit: "No matter how many men you mentioned, how can it be compared to the young lady who is here this year!"

"By the way, the young lady is as beautiful as a flower, and gentle and virtuous. This one, she sacrificed herself to save the young master..."

"If you don't know how to speak, don't talk nonsense. It's the New Year's Eve, why sacrifice yourself? It's unlucky! But the son and the young lady are perfect together."

"That one is called Husband Singing Wife Sui, what kind of love is deep, I think we should respect the young master and young lady first for this cup."

"Yes, yes, since you have the young lady, your son has changed his luck. Get rid of the poison immediately, let's go back to the capital, and the young lady will enjoy the blessings."

A group of men were laughing and joking, Fu Lingtian was worried that Luo Qingchen would not like it when he saw them talking about a young lady.

But Luo Qingchen didn't want Luo Qingchen to keep smiling today, and didn't refuse, and dried up the wine in front of him.

Fu Lingtian also drank this glass of wine, Luo Qingchen reached out and held down his wine glass, saying: "You haven't got rid of the poison, so that's it for today."

The attendants winked and laughed secretly again, Fu Lingtian said softly, with a warm heart, "Okay."

Lily of the valley took spring water and gave Fu Lingtian water instead of wine, but those followers used this to ask Luo Qingchen to drink on Fu Lingtian's behalf.

The wine was not strong, it was just used to add some joy of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new. Luo Qingchen also lived a peaceful and comfortable life on the mountain these days, relaxed, did not refuse, and drank a lot.

When the wine was slightly drunk, Fu Lingtian tapped the wine glass with his chopsticks, making a rhythmic beat.Several followers sang to the beat, and Fu Lingtian also sang along with high spirits. The majestic and powerful singing lingered in the silent sky endlessly.

Luo Qingchen once heard such a battle song that was widely rumored in the army when she was sending the army out of Beijing. Although these few people were not singing as loudly as tens of thousands of people together, the awe-inspiring righteousness and forceful strength also touched her quite a bit.

How many people can come back after losing a game in life and paying the price of their lives?She got this god-given opportunity, and she will never lose again this time!

If it's hers, she will take it back. If it's not hers, it's worth cherishing, and she must firmly grasp it!
(End of this chapter)