"The extreme of wisdom will cause harm."

Ye Yuan whispered four words, because one of the ghost hand monster doctors seemed to be holding Zhizhu, indicating that he was in control of everything, but Ye Yuan was awakened instantly, and his thoughts seemed to have never been cleaned like this, and everything seemed to be understood instantly.

This ghost hand monster doctor knows a lot about him and knows a lot. He knows almost everything that Ye Yuan has done since his debut, and also knows the skills that Ye Yuan has practiced. This time it is a cooperation that is tempting and threatening, and he is even under his control step by step.

The chess game is exactly according to the opponent's trend.

Before Ye Yuan entered the imperial city, the other party was very sure that Ye Yuan entered the imperial city. I am afraid that he would get the last third of the map without spending some effort.

After seeing Ye Yuan, Ying Tiancong suddenly called the last third of the map into Ye Yuan's hand, and Ye Yuan couldn't help but feel chilled in his heart.

These old guys are called demons if they are old but not dead. If you think about it, Ye Yuanzhen is not the opponent of these old guys.

If it weren't for the little time gap between seemingly unintentional, Ye Yuan would probably not have woken up. It only took one day to enter the imperial city, and it only took less than half an hour to enter the inn. However, after entering, he found that the other party had sent the letter. Ye Yuan was sure that this ghost hand monster doctor would never dare to appear in Xianyang City during this period.

And this letter must have been prepared in advance

Just as Changsun Wuji said, this ghost-handed doctor is extremely cautious, but he has a kind of arrogance that is completely different from that of a step-by-step cautiousness. That is, when writing a letter, you will never use the hand of others. All the letters are written by yourself. I am afraid that this person is also the few arrogance and obsession of this person.

However, Changsun Wuji was proficient in the six arts of Confucianism a thousand five hundred years ago. He was also specializing in the calligraphy. Even if he saw just one word, he could infer the character, cultivation, strength, emotions, and so on. Although he turned to cultivating his spirit and not cultivating his energy, the power of the soul plummeted by five or six levels because he wanted to take over Ye Yuan at that time. After recovering for such a long time, he did not recover much. It far exceeded everyone's highest estimate.

No one knows that Changsun Wuji was a powerful Confucian and Taoist master in the infantile stage a thousand and five hundred years ago

The result after this error, and even the result brought by the last bit of arrogance, was a slight flaw that appeared, which made Ye Yuan wake up.

"The Lord, my subordinates have observed it carefully. This letter was written in seven days. Although it was preserved by someone in secret, it seems to be no different from what I just wrote. However, the words I just wrote are far from what I am Kobe's now."

When Changsun Wuji reached a conclusion, Ye Yuan strengthened his judgment.

Closed his eyes, Ye Yuan began to summarize what happened over the past period of time. The final conclusion made Ye Yuan feel a little disappointed.

"The chess piece. I'm afraid it's in the heart of that ghost-handed doctor and my seemingly loving master. I'm just a chess piece that plays against each other."

Ye Yuan overturned all the conclusions he had reached before, regained all the clues, and re-echoed all the messages, and picked up many important issues he had ignored before.

Fountain of life.

This thing has almost no effect on Ye Yuan. Its only function is to restore the innate life true qi consumed by Ye Yuan in a purely large aspect. However, Ye Yuan can also recover this innate life true qi by healing monks, and even increase his cultivation while recovering.

But the thing that Ye Yuan has always scoffed at and does not care much about, but it may not be useless to others.

I carefully recalled the breath of the Ghost Hand Monster Doctor. I had been attracted by his strange soul fluctuations before, and his strange mask with his soul fluctuations. But now, when I saw the Ghost Hand Monster Doctor several times, it seemed that every time I saw the Ghost Hand Monster Doctor, his strange life breath seemed to be reduced slightly. When I recalled now, Ye Yuan felt a sudden realization.

This thing is useless to you, but it may not be useless to everyone. The spring of life, pure vitality, as long as there is still a breath and the slightest vitality in the body, can be saved. Even if the injuries on the soul are injured, you can use infinite vitality to nourish the body and nourish the soul with the body.

So if you have this thing, you can almost say that it is an immortal body. Looking for this spring of life, on the one hand, the reason is that the ghost-handed monster doctor has what he needs in his hands. The most important flaw in the "Medical Nervous" exercises. On the other hand, there is a meaning to save the old man. The old man's injuries are extremely serious, but if there is a spring of life, even if it cannot be cured, it will probably recover a lot, and try to delay the time of death as much as possible.

This is Ye Yuan’s promise. A real man, a promise of a thousand gold, will naturally do his best to do what he promised to the old man.

Ying Tiancong handed over the last third of the map to himself, probably because he did it intentionally. The other party probably already knew the actions of the ghost hand doctor. Ying Tiancong also needs the spring of life.

Combined with the innate life true energy he cultivated, this power is completely integrated with his own vitality. As long as the vitality is immortal, Ye Yuan will never die of old age. These powers represent Ye Yuan's life span, so even at this stage, Ye Yuan's life span is at least ten times that of the same level of monks.

Under this speculation, the purely vital treasure of the Spring of Life, which is probably not only able to save even the injured person, but also has another most powerful effect.

Increase life span

In a trance, Ye Yuan seemed to understand everything.

For the Ghost Hand Monster Doctor and Ying Tiancong, they were the chess piece that allowed the two to unlock the dead game, so that they would not hold the trump card at the same time, but the final result was to die together.

The most powerful thing in this world, time

Ying Tiancong's appearance is already showing an old look, and I'm afraid there is not much life left. Ye Yuan seemed to have seen two masters who have played all their lives. In the final result, the two died together, and neither of them won. Before the chess game was finished, the two were already dead.

Obviously, neither of them believed that the other party could be the target of cooperation. Ye Yuan was the crucial piece that broke the silent chess game.

Thinking of this, Ye Yuan couldn't help laughing inexplicably, his smile was cold and cold, but with a gloating smugness.

The result of Ye Yuan's re-speculation was like this now, but it was not very perfect. He didn't know much about many things, but this time, he had already seen a trace of the truth.

This is enough.

There is never a thing that people who play chess in this world are not involved in it. As long as you are playing a chess game, then when you are unconscious, you will have already penetrated into the chess game.

Ye Yuan laughed strangely, but there was no anger at all being exploited.

This world is originally about you using me, I use you, everyone needs each other.

Ignoring the letter from the Ghost Hand Monster Doctor, Ye Yuan either rested and practiced in Longmen Inn every day, or took Changsun Wuji to wander the first five floors of Xianyang City. He originally wanted to find some injured monks to treat him, but his cultivation had been stuck at the peak of the first Qi period for many days, but the accumulated power needed to advance to the True Yuan period was still not enough.

But after wandering around, Ye Yuan gave up this idea. The forces in Xianyang City were complicated. Even if it was a clinic, there would be a complex network of interests. All the monks who came to Xianyang City would take the initiative to go to some clinics for treatment. If they just raised the banner of doctors in the imperial city to treat the monks' injuries, they would not even be able to touch the sensitive nerves of other clinics. Even the injured person would probably not let Ye Yuan treat it.

Long-term struggles and cultivation are also dangerous. Alchemy will be in danger of burning a furnace, which makes the probability of cultivating a monk very high. Then, treatment in a fixed clinic will become the safest method.

In Xianyang City, Ye Yuan did not want to cause trouble at will, so he did not treat any injured monk. All his activities were for fun and rest.

At least this is true in the eyes of others.

After a month of continuous time, as always, Ye Yuan returned to the inn room and said to Changsun Wuji: "Give me the guardian."

Changsun Wuji wrote forty-nine copybooks in a row, and Ye Yuan even added forty-nine wizards to them, completely blocking the room. At this point, Ye Yuan took out a dry white hair from his sleeve. Looking at the hair, Ye Yuan murmured to himself: "Old man, whether there will be any accident this time depends on your own fate."

While his five fingers trembled, he outlined a Wuwen in the void with the power of his soul. Wuwen floated in front of Ye Yuan as a transparent character. Ye Yuan threw out the dead white hair in his hand, and the hair was automatically stuck into this Wuwen. The hair was constantly dissolved by the Wuwen outlined by the power of his soul, and finally turned into nothingness. Only a special aura that ordinary people could not sense appeared in the void.

Ye Yuan's eyes were lowered, his lips seemed to be still. Desolate and ancient spells sounded in the void, and an extremely strange aura appeared on the wizard in front of Ye Yuan.

After dozens of breaths, the surroundings of Ye Yuan's chanting suddenly stopped. The spell that people who would immediately forget when they heard it disappeared, but Ye Yuan's mouth was like a command, and he sang calmly: "Sleep."

With a command, Ye Yuan's fingers were accompanied by a strange fluctuation, pointing to the Wu Wen floating in front of him.

A clear sound of popping sound seemed to be in a dream.
Chapter completed!