Ji Hao woke up.
He opened his sore eyelids and saw a stone ceiling. The pitch-black stone was smooth and exquisite, and it was polished very smoothly.
Shaking his head, Ji Hao found that he was lying on a large flagstone. The three-zhang-long, two-zhang-wide flagstone was three feet thick, cold and hard, not even a piece of leather was used as a cushion.
The surrounding walls were also black and polished as smooth as a mirror. This was a five-zhang-squared stone room. Except for the flagstone that Ji Hao was lying on, there was only a square stone table in the middle of the room, and four stone stools were placed beside it.
There was a small stone lamp on the stone table. The stone lamp was about the size of an adult's head and was filled with golden oil. A hard wick was burning fiercely in the stone lamp. The golden-red flame illuminated the entire stone house. This was the only source of light in the house.
A large clay bowl was placed beside Ji Hao's head, in which there was still a little bit of black sticky liquid, emitting a disgusting smell. Ji Hao twitched his mouth. His mouth was filled with this horrible smell, and he almost threw up.
"The heart of a scorpion, the venom sac of a poisonous snake, the tail of a centipede, the bladder of a bat... this formula..." Ji Hao dipped his finger into the liquid in the bowl, put it on his tongue and tasted it, then said with a bitter face, "It's the heart of a thousand-year-old blood-hook scorpion, perfect for treating wounds, but this smell..."
Sitting beside the stone table was an elderly man, who looked as healthy and strong as a pine tree. He was wearing a neat and tidy long linen shirt, and his silver-white long hair was neatly hung on his back, the ends of his hair almost touching the ground.
When Ji Hao woke up, he was sitting on the stone stool, staring at Ji Hao from head to toe.
Hearing Ji Hao analyze the four main components of the liquid so quickly, the elderly man smiled delightfully, slightly patted his knee and said, "Si Wen Ming brought a good kid back this time. Hehe, you know about magic medicines as well? "
Speaking of the word 'magic medicine', the elderly man's smooth and chubby face couldn't help but shine with a bright light. His eyebrows twitched in excitement, and even his beard almost flew up into the air. He squinted at Ji Hao, and the expression on his face clearly showed that he was yelling loudly, 'I am an expert in magic medicine, kid, come and admire me!'
Ji Hao straightened his body, pulled open his clothes and looked at his own body.
The dozen or so wounds on his body had already healed, and not a single scar was left. Furthermore, his newly grown body did not seem weak at all, and had already recovered to its peak state.
Besides, there was still a stream of power that hadn't been completely digested inside his body. This hot stream of power was like a few mice, darting around inside his body, providing him with abundant energy.
"I know a little about medicine." Ji Hao looked at the elderly man, grinned and said, "I was able to walk, run and talk when I was only three months old. Therefore, the Master Maguspriest of our clan said that I'm a child prodigy, gifted by our ancestors. The Master Maguspriest has been keeping me by his side since I was a little kid, and I've been learning from him for a whole ten years."
The old man raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Oh? After only ten years of learning, you can already recognize the main ingredient in my 'Four Complete Soup'. Your clan's inheritance must be extraordinary. In the Southern Wasteland, you are also from a big clan, right? "
Ji Hao nodded, smiled and said, "The Gold Crow Clan is a bit famous in the Southern Wasteland."
The elderly man nodded, then began counting with his fingers and said, "Hm, Gold Crow Clan? There are only Fire Crows in the Southern Wasteland... Have you regained your clan name? "
A beam of red light emerged on the elderly man's face. The way he looked at Ji Hao became more and more gentle and kind, and said, "One thousand and seven hundred years ago, I traveled to the Southern Wasteland. I was accidentally bitten by a green striped iron snake, and almost died there. It was your Fire Crow... Gold Crow Clan's Master Maguspriest, Ji Song, who saved my life."
Ji Hao's heart instantly sank. The longest lifespan of a Senior Magus was around a thousand years, and this elderly man had been to the Southern Wasteland one thousand and seven hundred years ago? In that case, he must be a Magus King who had surpassed the level of Senior Magi, or even more powerful.
Ji Hao jumped down from the flagstone, politely bowed to the elderly man and said, "So you're my grandpa's friend, I'm Ji Hao."
The elderly man grinned, nodded and said, "No wonder Si Wen Ming told me to take good care of you, you're a descendant of Ji Song. Where's Ji Song? How has he been all these years? I've been saying that after a few hundred years, when I'm free, I'll go find him and talk about the old days. "
A trace of sadness flashed across Ji Hao's face.
The elderly man's face suddenly froze, two streams of tears gushed out of his eyes, and said, "Ah, my old friend is gone too... Yeah, he's a bit older than me. Didn't he manage to make a breakthrough? Last time I met him, he said that he wanted to try concocting magic medicines with the Fire Crow's spirit blood, to see if he could break into the level of Magus King. "
Ji Hao remained silent. Towards the friendship of an elderly man who had existed for over a thousand years, Ji Hao felt that any words he could say would be too useless.
The elderly man let out a heavy sigh, stood up, waved his hand towards Ji Hao and said, "I'm Wulong Yao, you can just call me Grandpa Wulong. Si Wen Ming left you here, and now, I don't know what he's doing. Since you're already here, you should just stay here and learn some new things. "
Ji Hao followed Wulong Yao out of the room, while silently thinking about this name.
Wulong Yao, Wulong was the family name, while Yao was the name of this elderly man. Wulong Family, Ji Hao had a vague impression of this family name. This family name should be from an extremely ancient bloodline, and had an extraordinary background.
Pushing open the thick and heavy stone door of the room, Ji Hao saw a clean and tidy path, which was as smooth as a mirror, without any decorations, just like the other rooms.
The ten-zhang wide and hundred-zhang tall path was amazingly large, and many men and women, who were wearing flax long gowns, were walking in it. Ji Hao glanced around along the path, and found that every ten-zhang apart, there was a stone door, and some of these doors were open. Inside these doors, there were simple rooms, which were the same size as the stone room Ji Hao had been sleeping in.
Wulong Yao led Ji Hao to walk out through the path, while walking, he pointed at the bronze plate inlaid on the stone door and said, "Remember, the stone room you were sleeping in just now is' Disciple Clan, Southern Fire Clan, No.89,871 '."
"Disciple Clan, it means that you're still an apprentice in the Magi Palace."
"Southern Fire Clan, you're from the Southern Wasteland."
"Fire Clan, you were born in a clan with the nature of fire, so your power is of the nature of fire."
"As for the other numbers, you don't need to explain. From now on, this room is yours to use. "
Ji Hao nodded and memorized this number. At the same time, he felt that his scalp had been numbed by the amazing information contained behind this number.
Moving forward for nearly a hundred miles along the path, with the speed of Ji Hao and Wulong Yao, Ji Hao and Wulong Yao only needed ten minutes to finish a pot of tea. After turning a corner, Wulong Yao arrived at another path, which was even more amazing and magnificent.
This path was three miles wide and twenty miles high. Not only were large groups of people walking in and out of the path, some people were also flying in the air, with their bodies wrapped in faint fiery light.
Wulong Yao pointed at this path, grinned and said, "This is the Tenth Path, which is ranked last among the ten main paths of the Magi Palace. The side paths attached to these ten main paths are where apprentices like you live. And on both sides of these ten main paths, people are … "
Before Wulong Yao finished, a loud boom was heard, along with which, a bronze door, which was located tens of miles away from the main path, was blown into pieces. An elderly man, whose entire body was scorched black, staggered out of the door, then thudded on the ground.
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