The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

On the top of Liuyun Mountain, in the thatched house.

Xiao Chen looked at the painting that hung up high, his eyelids jumped.

In the painting, a skeleton head looked up at the sky, and the black air made up his right hand with his **** raised, pointing to the sky, a scene that was going to be day by day.

Xiao Chen smiled and looked at the corpse king, and then the corpse king's head hit the ground heavily.

"I haven't died yet, so you just hang Lao Tzu on the wall, how do you want Lao Tzu to die, huh?" Xiao Chen said furiously while kicking the **** of the dead king left on the ground.

"The emperor said that as soon as he came out of the quiet river, he felt some abnormal power. It turned out that it was you, a big winged moth."

Xiao Chen actually felt a trace of faith after coming out of the Silent River, but it was too weak and Xiao Chen didn't care too much.

Although something like the power of faith can instantly explode the cultivation base, and even possibly directly sanctify, these are all matters of scholars, and Xiao Chen is very repulsive and even a little disgusted.

Because this kind of power is given by believers, fundamentally speaking, it is not a part of oneself.

Looking at the corpse king who had been hit on the ground half of his body, Xiao Chen snorted and took off the painting.

Xiao Chen looked at the painting and nodded in satisfaction. The meticulous brushwork was rigorous in structure, smooth in his brushwork, and elegant in coloring. At first glance, it was everyone's hand.

Xiao Chen rolled up the picture and handed it to Xiao Manyu, "Put away Manyu, take it back and hang it at home to ward off evil spirits."

"wave."

The corpse king pulled his head out of the ground. Although he was not injured, his hair was messy and his body was stained with a lot of dirt, which made him look quite embarrassed.

The corpse king cried and said with a sad face: "Benefactor, I have been feeling this picture for a long time, or I will find someone to draw another one for you and send it to you."

"boom!"

The head of the corpse king returned to the ground again, "You **** want to hang on? Today I have to kill you."

...

Ten minutes later, the corpse king cowered and took out a box and gave it to Xiao Chen, muttering aggrievedly, "Why don't you hang up or hang up? Why do you hit someone!"

Xiao Chen opened the box and saw that there was a mess of everything, some old paintings, some dried flowers, plant roots, and Xiao Chen even found a few screws.

In the end Xiao Chen found three pieces of dead jade, these three pieces of dead jade are exquisite in style and very artistic.

Xiao Chen looked at the dead jade and then at the dead jade in his hand. He slapped his forehead, and guessed it in his heart. If it weren't for these pieces of dead jade to be collected by the dead jade, today it might be a waste of the bamboo basket.

Xiao Chen shook the box, tugging at his neck nervously, and said without a smile, "This is your collection for so many years."

Originally, the corpse king looked at Xiao Chen expectantly. Although some of these things looked ugly, they were definitely invaluable.

Hearing Xiao Chen's tone, the King Corpse knew that the matter was going to be explained quickly: "You have to listen to me. Those paintings are everyone's work, and they are invaluable. Those flowers are bathed in dragon blood in the legend. There is that black rhizome, but the root of the legendary Qing Ming Blood Lotus..."

"boom!"

The King of Corpse received a heavy blow on the head, but Xiao Chen lifted the King of Corpse again.

Xiao Chen took out the dark thing, felt the remaining breath, and asked, "What do you think this is the root of the Qing Ming Blood Lotus?"

Dead king look no love watching Xiao dust, beat endure today than in the past several hundred years combined.

Looking at the dark thing, the king nodded dying.

Xiao Chen touched his chin. Although the names were different, it should be the same thing. In the vast world, this thing was called dead lotus, simple and crude.

"What about the flowers?" Xiao Chen asked, loosening the dead king.

Qingming blood lotus or dead lotus, regardless of its name, is quite bluffing, but this kind of flower is a real treasure of genius, capable of life and death.

But the place where this kind of blood lotus grows is too harsh, and it can only appear in a place where there is absolutely no vitality.

The so-called God has the virtue of good life, no matter how the place is called the Deadly Jedi, there will be a ray of life, so even in the vast world, Xiao Chen has never seen this thing several times.

It's not to say that this thing is against the sky, there are still many other things that can be compared with the blood lotus. The blood lotus is mainly very rare, so it appears extremely precious.

Hearing Xiao Chen's question, King Corpse suddenly became energetic.

The corpse king straightened his hair and said: "Once the benefactor left, Xiao Han came alive, but the conflict between Ma's blood and the corpse poison is very big, which will make Xiao Han go crazy, so I don’t want to go crazy Try to collect some genius treasures to suppress the corpse poison in Xiaohan..."

"Talking hard, talking hard, you are talking about the point!" Xiao Chen was not a good-tempered person at first, and immediately punched the dead king's eye socket.

The corpse king covered his eyes, and said aggrieved: "Benevolence, I have to explain the cause and effect!"

Xiao Chenqi's eyelids jumped, raising his fist to strike again.

"The river of silence, the end of the river of silence." The Corpse King said quickly.

"At the beginning, the end of the Silent River was shrouded in glow, so I went to explore it, and it turned out that the blood lotus of Qing Ming was in full bloom."

"The flower was picked by you?" Xiao Chen felt a cold heart. Although the Qing Ming blood lotus claimed that once it bloomed and never withered, it was one thing to be picked.

The corpse king shook his head and said dejectedly: "The place is too dangerous. I didn't dare to go in at all. I just dug a piece of rhizome and ran away."

Xiao Chen touched his chin. Xiao Chen had seen the Qingming Blood Lotus. The thing was very tall, and the risk of picking it in a place where there was no vitality was not ordinary.

So it seems that the Qing Ming Blood Lotus might still be there.

Xiao Chen chuckled. He was going to the end of the Silent River to see some ghosts. Now, by the way, you can also see if the Qing Ming Blood Lotus is there.

Xiao Chen nodded in satisfaction, holding three pieces of dead jade and preparing to run away.

Seeing that Xiao Chen was about to leave, the Corpse King suddenly knelt in front of Xiao Chen.

"Benevolence, help." The king of the dead yelled, and he began to kowtow.

The force of the dead king's head was still undiminished, and the whole thatched house was shaking.

Xiao Chen kicked the Dead King away impatiently, and walked outside with Xiao Manyu.

"Save your sister! Are you okay, what life can I save?"

The Dead King was kicked so that he almost fell down the mountain. When he jumped back, Xiao Chen had already appeared on the way down the mountain.

The corpse king almost cried out anxiously, and ran to Xiao Chen anxiously and said: "It's not that I want to save my life, it's Ma Xiaohan that wants to save my life."

Xiao Chen kicked the dead king to the foot of the mountain impatiently, "What a horse, this emperor doesn't owe her, so why he wants to save her, is crazy."

When the corpse king heard Xiao Chen's words on the cliff, his expression was suddenly depressed.

That's right, people don't owe you, so why do you want others to save people? Strictly speaking, Ma Xiaohan still owes Xiao Chentian's kindness.