Ning Tao could not eat the incomplete Ancestor-seeking Elixir, but he could smell it.
He simply put the Ancestor-seeking Elixir to his nose, and made a deep sniff.
Boom!
He felt something was waking up in his body again, and the intensity climbed quickly. Then his eyes warmed up again, and he saw Xuan Tianzi.
However, he was in a different position and action. This time he stood at the stone table, his right arm slightly raised, as if to take the teapot at the stone table and make himself a cup of tea. But he was clearly still, like a clear shadow lingering in the void.
Ning Tao also noticed a detail—the stone table was actually empty, with no teapot or teacup, but he clearly saw a teapot and a teacup. It made him realize that in this strange state he could see not only people but also objects.
This sudden detail gave him a wild guess. "If I go to Xianyang, will I see the First Emperor of Qin?"
<After swallowing the incomplete Ancestor-seeking Elixir, Yin Molan stood still, as if what he was eating was not an Ancestor-seeking Elixir, but a time-stationary pill that made his whole body motionless. "Senior Yin?" Ning Tao called tentatively. Yin Molan was still silent. "What's the matter with him?" asked Qing Zhui, looking surprised and confused. Ning Tao shook his head. He didn't know what was wrong. Qing Zhui pondered for a moment and mused, "Does he find his ancestor and is talking to his ancestor through his divine sense?" As she finished speaking, Yin Molan suddenly fell flat on his back. Ning Tao was startled, and cried, "He isn't really poisoned, is he?" Beep beep, beep beep... A crackling noise like stir-frying beans burst out of Yin Molan's body. There was odor and light oozing from his mouth and nose, and they were the incomplete Ancestor-seek
The Sword Pavilion Cave was quiet. Ning Tao sat in front of the delicate perfumed tripod like an old monk. This time he put the two elixir blanks into the delicate perfumed tripod. The black and white alchemy fire burned up, and soon the tripod released a piece of misty green elixir light, making the stone house look like a dreamland. Mysterious elixir odor flowed in the stone room with fragrance. This time Ning Tao was ready and not distracted. When the elixir odor became strong, he even held his breath without being affected by the elixir odor, that was, without the "allergic" reaction. When the two incomplete Ancestor-seeking Elixirs were done, Ning Tao picked up the two one by one with tweezers and put them into two small porcelain bottles prepared in advance, and then plugged the bottle stopper to prevent the volatilization of the elixir odor. Based on his previous experience of refining the Ancestor-seeking Elixir, he did not take the elixirs with h
The speaker was a young man, wearing a black dovetail suit, a white shirt, and a black bow tie. These simple colors gave a serious impression. His face was chiseled with a distinctive moustache on his upper lip. Combined with his statuesque figure, he was the kind of man who would impress women at a glance. Compared with him, Ning Tao was more energetic and amiable, but less serious and aristocratic. The young man approached Ning Tao and Lin Qingyu with a faint smile and said, "I'm Tamao Takeda. May I have you name, Sir?" He was Shinsuke Takeda's son Tamao Takeda, the future successor of Takeda Biopharmaceutical Company. A faint smile appeared on Ning Tao's lips and he replied, "I'm Ning Tao. Mr. Takeda. You speak good Chinese." Tamao Takeda replied, "I've loved your culture since I was a kid, and I've been learning about it. One of the historical figures I admire most is the monk Jianzhen. He brought us not only
However, no one responded to his greeting. Ning Tao's friendly attitude was rewarded with an awkward situation. That was because of Tamao Takeda's expression and Ning Tao's dress. Although Ning Tao deliberately changed into a formal short-sleeved shirt, trousers, and leather shoes, his clothes were cheap and usually worn by ordinary people, while the people sitting here were dressed up in a very formal and classy way. Now people had been used to measuring a person's social status from his or her dress. Judging from Ning Tao's casual image, his social status was obviously not high and even very low. "Hehe hehe." Tamao Takeda smiled and said, "Mr. Ning, your introduction is a little simple. Can you tell us what you do?" Ning Tao smiled back, and replied, "I'm a doctor. I run my own clinic." Being a doctor was a very honorable and important profession, which made no one feel embarrassed to say. "Oh you'
Ning Tao stated blandly, "Mr. Takeda, you're right. I really hit him a little hard. But why didn't you stop him when he just struck me so hard?" Shinsuke Takeda could not retort, and his face became more and more gloomy. Indeed, when the karate samurai beat Ning Tao as a drum just now, no one spoke for him except Lin Qingyu who shouted to stop the samurai. Perhaps most people presented would like him to be beaten black and blue, fall awkwardly, and laugh at him. Then who would stop that karate samurai who did violence on him? At that moment, Ning Tao's phone gave out the prompt tone of receiving a text message. He took out his phone, looked at it and found that the message was from Yin Molan. Yin Molan's text said, "I find two white men in an upstairs room. One is assembling a sniper rifle, and the other is looking at surveillance. They're monitoring you. They're clearly up to something. Shall I kill them?" Ning T
Ning Tao took out his phone to see the sender. As he expected, it was from Yin Molan, which said, "The two white men have gone to the garage, ready to leave. Kill them or keep watching them?" Ning Tao tapped "Keep watching them," and sent it out before he put the phone back in his trouser pocket. "Who is it from?" Lin Qingyu asked tentatively. She noticed that Ning Tao had already read and responded to texts twice. "A friend of mine," replied Ning Tao. "Jiang Hao?" Ning Tao was speechless. Women's model of thinking was really different from men's, so were the patterns. At the same time, Tamao Takeda was also looking at his phone, occasionally glancing at Ning Tao out of the corner of his eye. Since he was sitting opposite to Ning Tao and his phone was under the table, Ning Tao couldn't see what he was looking at or searching at all. After dinner, the group of people went t
In the dark mountain, insects chirped in the grass, rising one after another. "The damned mosquito. I hate this place." The sniper Billy stretched out his hand to kill a mosquito on his face. Then he spread out the palm, and found that the mosquito had been full of blood, leading to a small piece of his palm stained red with his blood. Next to Billy, a middle-aged blond man was controlling a drone in the sky through a laptop computer. The laptop in front of him showed Ning Tao crossing a curve along a sidewalk. After that curve, Ning Tao would be in the shooting range. "Pato, help me keep the mosquitoes away when I shoot. That guy is smart. I only have one chance. I don't want to fail because of mosquitoes," said Billy. Pato nodded and said, "He's coming. 50 meters to go. He'll be in your shooting range in three minutes. Get ready." Billy took a look at the surveillance video on the laptop screen in front of Pato,
A few kilometers into the mountain, the Toyota off-road vehicle turned out its lights, slowed down, and slid slowly toward a small farm yard ahead. It was an ordinary farm yard, with a few brick and tile houses and a stone fence. The gates were broken and old, with two door-gods posted on them. No one knew when they were posted up. The two door-gods were Qin Shubao and Yuchi Jingde, but they had become pale, and the figures had been blurred, only the name able to be identified. Rat made a phone call in the car, saying, "Mr. Wang, we're back." From the phone came a man's voice, asking, "Are you done yet?" "Yes. There's no one that the three of us can't handle," said Rat with some satisfaction. "But we did not just take the body. The two foreigners had somehow never done anything. The three of us killed him, so you'll have to pay us more." "You killed him? Are you kidding me?" The man's voice on the phone sounded al