Chapter 2038: Yulin Venerable, Xueyi Venerable! (45 More!)

Fuxi Qin, one of the ancient sacred objects, has the power to destroy the world.

Su Han had heard of Fuxi Qin in his previous life, but he had never been to Shintoism, so he had never seen it.

However, seeing it or not, it didn't matter to Su Han.

Because the Fuxi Qin of Shintoism, as everyone knows, is just a reflection, not real.

A former leader of Shintoism once said that Fuxi Qin is not in Shintoism, it is a legend.

In fact, it is true.

No one has ever seen the real Fuxi Qin, and Shintoism has never used Fuxi Qin since its establishment.

However, whether it is true or false, it can't stop others from admiring and being enthusiastic about Fuxi Qin.

Just like at this moment, Su Han knew that the Fuxi Qin in front of him was not real, but he still felt shocked and felt like he was about to fall into it.

"Master Su, shall we go?"

Seeing Su Han standing there in silence, the disciple couldn't help but laugh and said, "Many people who see the Fuxi Qin for the first time will be like Master Su, but I think Master Su should also know that this Fuxi Qin is just a projection, not real."

"I have a question."

Su Han suddenly said, "Shennong, Fuxi, and Nuwa are the three ancient saints, but according to the legend, who is the Medicine Saint? Shouldn't it be Shennong?"

The disciple was stunned and smiled bitterly, "I don't know about this..."

Su Han sighed in his heart.

Yes, such a nonsensical question, how could he, a mere ordinary disciple, answer it.

But Su Han was really confused.

According to the rumor, Shennong made medicine, so he should be the Medicine Saint, why did he become Fuxi?

...

As the disciple entered the Shinto sect's residence, the first thing he saw was still a large area of ​​herbs.

Su Han felt that if he sold the herbs on Fuxi Star, the value would be equal to the financial resources of the Nine Sects!

Priceless!

The two did not go to the meeting hall. The disciple took Su Han through a small bridge and flowing water, and finally came to a pavilion.

The pavilion was in the lake. The lake was not big, but there were many fish swimming in it. There were medicinal herbs everywhere around, with various colors and beautiful environment, just like a paradise.

In the pavilion, there were two old men sitting opposite each other.

One of them was dressed in white and his hair was also snow-white. When he lowered his head, his long beard almost fell on the stone platform.

On his chest, there was an alchemist badge.

Su Han could see clearly that it was the level of a sixth-grade alchemist!

Opposite this old man, there was also an old man.

His hair was gray and black, his face was wrinkled, and his figure was hunched, as if he was about to die.

On his chest, he also wore a sixth-grade alchemist badge!

When Su Han and the Shinto disciple arrived, the two old men seemed to have not noticed. They still lowered their heads and looked at the stone platform in front of them, motionless, like a statue.

"Mr. Su, I'm leaving first."

The disciple spoke, but did not speak directly, but transmitted his voice: "These two are both super powerful people in the Daozun realm of my Shintoism, and their status in the Alchemy Association is also very high."

This was completely a reminder. Su Han understood what he meant and nodded gently.

After the disciple left, Su Han looked at the stone platform for a while, then found a place and sat down cross-legged quietly.

...

The sky was dim, and in a blink of an eye, it was late at night.

The two old men still maintained that posture and never moved.

And Su Han did not disturb them, holding his breath and concentrating his mind to stabilize his cultivation.

One day, two days, three days...

Unconsciously, five days passed.

When the sun shone on the sky and the earth in the morning of the sixth day, the white-haired old man finally moved.

At the moment he moved, Su Han's eyes suddenly opened.

"Hello, two seniors." Su Han stood up and bowed.

"Little guy, you have good patience."

The white-haired old man smiled slightly, waved to Su Han, and said, "Come here."

Su Han walked forward without hesitation.

When he came to the stone table, the old man with gray and black hair gradually straightened his body and looked at Su Han.

"Look, what is on this stone table?" The white-haired old man smiled at Su Han.

Su Han glanced at the stone table, then retracted his gaze and said, "There is a stone table."

"Oh?"

The white-haired old man looked at Su Han: "This is a stone table. I am not satisfied with your answer."

"If the senior thinks it is not a stone table, then it is dust." Su Han said.

The old man did not answer.

But the old man opposite him stretched out his palm and gently brushed it over the stone table.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of light on the stone table, and the whole stone table changed at this moment.

The original surface of the stone table seemed to have formed a layer of water, with shimmering waves inside. There were many medicinal herbs that appeared and disappeared, then appeared again and disappeared again.

Until this moment, the white-haired old man raised his head again and asked Su Han: "Look again, what is on this stone table?"

"It's still a stone table." Su Han said.

The white-haired old man frowned: "Little guy, look carefully before you speak."

"What I answered is only what I can see." Su Han said.

Hearing this, the old man was startled.

The next moment, a startling gleam of light burst out from his eyes.

But Su Han pursed his lips and continued: "I won't guess, nor will I think about it. Everything in the world is like this. Sometimes, it is obviously true, but it is confused and the mind is disturbed, so that the final result is...devilish."

"Then how do you know which ones are true and which ones are false?" The gray-haired old man asked immediately.

Su Han laughed immediately: "So, I don't know what is true or false, so what I see with my eyes is true, and what I can't see is false!"

"Hahaha..."

When Su Han finished speaking, the white-haired old man couldn't help laughing.

"What a true and false, false and true!"

The gray-haired old man also said: "No wonder others call you the first evildoer. In my eyes, talent is innate, and cultivation can also be a matter of chance. It is not a great thing!"

"But you, not only have such a terrifying understanding, but also such a strong will. You are worthy of being able to walk ten thousand feet on the immortal bridge!"

"Thank you for the compliment, senior." Su Han clasped his fists.

This kind of praise is really not worth being happy about for him.

In the eyes of Su Han, who has lived two lives, the two old men in front of him who have obviously lived for at least tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of thousands of years, are just the descendants of the descendants...

"I am Xue Linzi, known as the Yulin Master!" The white-haired old man stood up.

The gray-haired old man also said seriously: "I am Sima Hui, known as the Blood-clothed Master!"