Spacious big tile house.
It is five feet long and three feet wide. It is white on all sides and has water-polished blue bricks on the ground. It is clean and bright.
There was nothing else in the huge room. There were several treasure racks against the wall with some porcelain bottles on them. There was a rattan armchair in the middle of the room. Chutian, who had put on a burlap gown, lay on the armchair with his back stretched out.
A disciple of the King of Medicine who was fifteen or sixteen years old came over with a bowl of soup. The dark medicinal soup was bubbling and the smell was very pungent. It made his face twitch into a ball and he stretched out his hands as hard as he could Long, with a look of disgust on his face.
Chu Tian slowly opened his mouth. The Yao Wang disciple frowned and quickly poured a bowl of hot, weird-tasting, pungent soup into Chu Tian's mouth.
The medicinal properties of the decoction were extremely stimulating. When it fell into Chu Tian's mouth, it actually made a "chichi" sound, just like a bowl of sulfuric acid poured on a stone. Chu Tian didn't feel anything at all, and swallowed all the medicine in one mouthful.
The poison of Yin Ji Han Po was extremely vicious. Chu Tian felt nothing when this bowl of decoction entered his stomach. All the medicinal power was corroded by the extremely yin poisonous power in his body and failed to exert any effect.
The disciples of the Yaowang Sect looked at Chu Tian with wide eyes.
Chu Tian looked at him with wide eyes.
The two of them looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes for a long time. The disciple of the King of Medicine sect murmured: "This is 'Laotie Powder', the most violent cold-repelling decoction. You are so cold that your bones are so cold. This Lairie Powder must be the right medicine for you. Why?" Will it be useless?"
Chu Tian said softly: "Perhaps it was useless when you were boiling the medicine?"
The disciple of the King of Medicine was silent for a while. He looked at the shallow remaining medicinal juice at the bottom of the bowl, frowned, picked up the bowl, stuck out his tongue, and licked the dark medicinal liquid at the bottom of the bowl hard.
There was a sound of "chila", like a piece of fresh cow tongue falling on the red-hot iron plate. Chu Tian watched a wisp of green smoke rising from the bottom of the bowl. The rather delicate Yaowang sect disciple made a sound that was not like that of a human being. With a miserable howl, he dropped the big bowl in his hand, danced and staggered and ran out of the big tile-roofed house.
Bits and pieces of blood could be seen dripping along the way, and the baby's tongue was burned by the soup.
"How did this baby survive until now when he dared to test medicine without knowing the situation clearly?" Chu Tian looked at the smashed medicine bowl on the ground and shook his head gently: "If disciple Hancuiya dared to take medicine indiscriminately, I had already hung him up and whipped him with a whip."
The strange smell of soldering iron remains in my mouth.
With the remaining sense of taste, Chu Tian slowly identified the ingredients in the decoction. There is some truth to this branding iron. It is made from nine kinds of extremely overbearing yang poisonous herbs, boiled with fierce fire, and made from the heart blood of a tiger, and the blood of a tiger that had just run madly with blood all over its body as a medicine introduction.
Pure Yang is domineering and has extremely strong heat.
Although it has no effect on Chutian, for ordinary people, this is indeed an excellent prescription to dispel the cold poison. However, the prescription is too overbearing. If ordinary people take it, they may not wait for the cold poison to be dispelled from the body. , all the internal organs were cooked!
"So, the Medicine King Sect wants to use medicine slaves to test medicines, and they can really refine some weird things." Chu Tian smiled lightly, narrowed his eyes, and began to doze comfortably: "But, in my case, these The decoction and medicine are all wasted!"
The miserable howl of the Yaowang disciple was still heard in the distance, and Chu Tian heard an old man's angry scolding, such as "idiot", "idiot", "your mother raised a placenta" and other curses. The sound was like a tidal wave.
Obviously, this unlucky little guy went to his teacher for help. A kid who did such a stupid thing would naturally be punished by his teacher.
The jeers of other Yao Wang Sect disciples came from the big tiled house next door, "Lairie Powder", this is a new prescription that the Yao Wang Sect's pharmacists have just developed less than a month ago, and they are testing the properties of the medicine on the Yao Slave!
The disciples of the Yaowang Sect were very happy to find that someone in their own sect was so "honest" that they stupidly took a sip of the newly developed decoction for which no prescription had been made. This was really joyful. .
A shrill howl came, Chu Tian opened his eyes slightly, and then sighed heavily.
It had been three days since he came to this big tile-roofed house. Chu Tian finally understood why the Yaowang Sect kept buying medicine slaves from those officers and soldiers.
It is really not difficult to grow and take care of those basic medicinal materials.
The hard part is testing the medicine.
The medicine slaves who lived next door helped Chu Tian come here three days ago. In order to test the new prescription of Iron Powder, several medicine slaves were thrown into the ice cellar and froze for a day and night. When the ice cold invaded the bone marrow, several medicine slaves who almost froze to death were sent to the next door to Chutian and took no more than 100 grams of medicine every day. The soldering iron powder is quantitative and the prescription is constantly adjusted slightly.
The cold air is entangled in the bone marrow and internal organs, and is forcibly dispersed with the medicine of tiger and wolf.
This is almost equivalent to putting a frozen person on a fire to roast. You can imagine how painful the medicine slaves were.
This miserable howl came. It must have been that the iron powder that Chu Tian had just taken was also used by those medicine slaves. Today's medicine prescription is particularly domineering, and the weight is also very heavy. Can Chu Tian bear it? , how can they afford those few medicine slaves who have no cultivation at all
The miserable howling soon disappeared, and the complaints of several Yaowang Sect disciples came from next door.
"Scared, they're all dead."
"Really, he died just like that, and he died in such an embarrassing manner, with all his feces and urine coming out. It's really disgusting."
"Forget it, forget it, ask someone to clean it up quickly. It seems that the medicinal properties today are a bit too overbearing. Maybe we should not use Sanyang flower, or how about replacing it with Duyangvine?"
"Du Yang Teng... the medicinal effect is much milder, but the onset is too slow."
"Perhaps we shouldn't pursue a quick cure and dispel the cold poison, or should we remove it bit by bit?"
"Scare, fierce fire and quick attack, this is the formula set by several teachers. Is it our turn to speak? Get rid of these dead ghosts quickly! Hey, look at this guy, his throat is cooked, this iron is scattered Are you really that domineering?"
"Why don't you try, junior brother?"
"Leave far away!"
A group of Yaowang Sect disciples were laughing and joking, and a few servants in short clothes came in at the invitation, and carried out a few corpses with sad expressions from the large tiled house next door.
Chu Tian was lying on the armchair. He was facing the door and watched as the few medicine slaves who helped him come here three days ago, who were also the "former bandits" in the village, were carried out. Several of the servants had unbearable expressions on their eyes, while several Yaowang disciples wearing blue gowns walked past them with a smile.
Chu Tian watched this scene quietly.
A quarter of an hour later, the disciple of the King of Yao who had just had his tongue burnt to pieces came in with a sullen face, two big red lips like sausages, and holding a bowl of hot iron decoction medicine.
"The teacher said that the cold poison in your body is too strong, and I am afraid that a little medicine is not enough, so increase the medicine power ten times!"
The disciple of the King of Medicine murmured something vaguely and drank the medicinal soup from the rice bowl to Chu Tian.