Today is another day to be worshiped by mankind

Jing Yuanzhou looked at the words on it, and the fingers pressing the ancient scroll turned white from the force.Before Qingwu leaned over to look at it, he turned the pages of the ancient scroll calmly.

"The ancient book in your hand is for medicine, and there are some secret techniques in it, which should be helpful to you." Qingwu glanced at the long and complicated list of prescriptions on it, and looked away.

"En." Jing Yuanzhou responded and closed the ancient book, "Can you lend me this temporarily?"

"What do you want that for?" Qingwu was a little puzzled.

"I'm a little curious, I want to take it home and study it." Jing Yuanzhou lied, his eyes darkened.

Qingwu glanced at the incomplete ancient book, showing disgust, "OK."

She didn't want to keep this torn ancient book either.

"Give it back to me after a while, I'll copy it again." Qingwu sat on the chair without raising her head, reading the long scroll.

After browsing for a long time in boredom, Qingwu didn't see what he was looking for.Jing Yuanzhou took the ancient book and walked out the door.

The old man looked at the things in Jing Yuanzhou's hands, and thought of the rumors from the Jing family that the young ruler in power would not live to be thirty, his expression froze.

"How many people have seen it?" Jing Yuanzhou did not beat around the bush, presenting the incomplete page to the old man.

The old man must have seen the things inside, but he was afraid of Qingwu's identity, so he didn't dare to act.He is approaching old age, and the temptation of longevity is unbearable even for ordinary people, let alone Mr. Jiang who has always been greedy for life.

Feeling Jing Yuanzhou's frightening hostility under the surface of restraint, the old man couldn't figure out his thoughts for a while.He answered carefully, "Except for our Jiang family, no one else has seen it."

Could it be that Jing Yuanzhou wants Qingwu to be used as... medicine?
In terms of power, the Jiang family is not his opponent at all.Almost no one can stop what the Jing family wants.

The above medicine is fully memorized for more than half a page.Jing Yuanzhou had never heard of many medicines.

Jing Yuanzhou can confirm that in the field of modern science, there is absolutely no medicine that can make people lose their memory instantly after taking it.But there are many records in ancient books.

For example, on the top of the Longevity Pill, the prescription of the Wangyou Pill is recorded.

Jing Yuanzhou didn't say anything, and burned this incomplete ancient book in front of the old man.

Only the sentence "Wushan has a spirit can give birth to nine tails" is left.

"You!" Mr. Jiang looked at the burned ancient books with distress.This is a good way to burn ancient books!Still such a precious prescription!
Jing Yuanzhou's voice was cold, "I don't want this prescription to spread in any form."

"You don't need it?" The old man was surprised to see that Jing Yuanzhou burned the most important page of the ancient book without hesitation.Even he, who has served the gods for many years, was moved when he saw the prescription on it for the first time.

Who wouldn't want to live forever!

It's just that Mr. Jiang doesn't want to take that risk.In addition, Jiang's family inherited the same line, and he did not dare to do anything out of line with the respect for the gods of Wushan.

Jing Yuanzhou looked away from the ancient book, his indifferent face showed no reluctance or distress except for a little paleness, "No need."

No matter where the fate leads, he will never do anything to hurt Qingwu against his will.

"Since the Jiang family destroyed an ancient book before, let's destroy it again." Jing Yuanzhou put the ancient book on the table with a smile.

Old Man: We will take the blame for what you do!Is this a human language!

"I heard that you are discussing cooperation with the Zhou family recently. Instead of thinking about the Zhou family, you might as well come to Yuncheng." Before Jing Yuanzhou could finish his sentence, Mr. Jiang immediately showed an excited expression.

In Yuncheng, only the Jing family is representative.

"You..." The old man refused, but couldn't say it anymore, and immediately said with a smile, "Jiang Sinian, that bastard, is ignorant, and broke the ancient books. Presumably, the ancestors will not blame him."

"En." Jing Yuanzhou put down the ancient book and turned around calmly.

The old man stood where he was, and then called out Jiang Sinian who was sitting down there playing a trumpet and arguing passionately with black fans on the Internet.

……

Seeing Jing Yuanzhou coming up empty-handed, Qingwu showed doubts in his eyes.

What about ancient books?
"Sorry, I accidentally forgot it outside." Jing Yuanzhou lowered his head, and with some sickness on his body, he looked strange... pitiful.

Seeing Jing Yuanzhou's pale face, Qingwu was too embarrassed to blame him for such a trivial matter, "It's okay, just go get it later. I saw something about you here."

"Here is a forbidden technique, which may explain why my tail appeared on your body." Qingwu said this, with guilt in his eyes.

Forbidden?

This is not a good word to hear.Jing Yuanzhou walked to Qing Wu's side, and his eyes froze slightly after seeing the complicated magic circle pattern painted on the ancient book.

This magic circle was exactly what he saw in his dream.

"If the tail of the nine-tailed god is broken, it means the death of the god. From one tail to eight tails, our spiritual power will be stronger with each additional tail."

"Generally speaking, Wushan Spirit Clan with high aptitude can cultivate to Seven-Tails when they are adults. But there is only Nine-Tails, and there is only one in thousands of years. It is a symbol of priesthood." Qingwu looked at the person next to him. A picture of a cat with nine tails, "It is recorded in ancient books that the Spirit Race that fell after being promoted to the god position loses one tail every ten years, and they can't live for a hundred years at most. After a hundred years, the soul perishes and there is no reincarnation."

Jing Yuanzhou watched Qingwu say the cruelest ending with calm words, and his heart suddenly throbbed.

"However, if the gods themselves have high blessings and virtues, and there are people who gather great luck, feed the gods with their bodies, and use their luck to support the veins of the gods, they can save the gods."

The ninth tail contains the most powerful power and emotional memory of the gods.

"You may be his descendant."

Qingwu didn't notice that Jing Yuanzhou's face changed slightly after saying this sentence.

She thought to herself, after the sacrificer's luck was exhausted, there was no theory of reincarnation.There will be no trace of him left in the world.

From Jing Yuanzhou's lifeline, Qingwu could see that he was a man of great luck in his past and present lives.

For 300 years, in every life, the relatives who sacrifice to her must have great luck, so that they can be reincarnated and live until they meet Qingwu.

In each life, the lifespan of the sacrificial person cannot survive more than 50 years, and it will gradually decrease.

In the history of Wushan, there has never been an example of a sacrificer surviving.

So she guessed that Jing Yuanzhou was a descendant left by a family member a hundred years ago, which was not wrong.

Jing Yuanzhou's throat felt dry after hearing Qingwu's words.

Qingwu looked at Jing Yuanzhou's pale face, thinking that he was worried about death, "Don't worry, you won't die, as long as I work hard and restore my luck, my tail will return to my body. There must be a solution to the death calamity."

Qingwu was thinking about how to use the fastest time to improve her spiritual power in less than a year.If it is a movie, the cycle is too long.

"Will you remember him?" Jing Yuanzhou looked at Qingwu, his dark eyes fixed on her.

"Of course I will remember, he is a very important person to me." When Qingwu said this, his tone was rare and gentle.

"En." Jing Yuanzhou responded indifferently, and clenched the hand on his side, his knuckles turned white.

Hurry up, the title is gone.Thank you Meow Meow Meow, Lan Yan.., Xiaozhizhi, 21 tickets~
I will edit the title tomorrow, a sad day.