Lantai pavilions, small bridges and flowing water.
The wood is sandalwood, and the pieces are connected together to form rows of winding sandalwood paths. From a distance, they look like a long dragon made of sandalwood.
Soon, Jiang Yingrong led the two of them to a woman's boudoir. Purple smoke was rising, light and elegant, with a refreshing fragrance, which had the effect of removing blood clots and activating blood circulation.
Jiang Yingrong put her index finger on her red lips, made a silent gesture, lowered her voice, and said: "Elder Zhihai is preparing to give Xiaoman the silver needle. Please don't make any noise. He doesn't like to be disturbed. Besides, this way It’s also good for Xiaoman’s injury.”
Ouyang Ming and He Jian immediately understood each other, showed an "I understand" expression, and looked over.
I saw Xiaoman lying flat on the bed, with his upper body naked, his face without any blood, and slightly black. His eyebrows were tightly knitted together, his breath seemed to be absent, his eyes opened, and there was no more agility than before, only dullness and confusion.
Jiang Zhihai also happened to look over at this moment. Three eyes met in the air, but no one spoke.
After a moment, Jiang Zhihai withdrew his gaze, placed the medicine stove and the package on the mourning platform, raised his hand to open the package, and took out a silver-white box. Lift your fingers upward, bring your thumb and middle finger together to make a flower-like shape, take out a silver needle, and transfer your spiritual power to it. The silver needle immediately started beating, exuding a faint fluorescence. After rubbing it twice with his fingers, he pressed it down gently. The silver needle, like a stream of light, accurately landed on Xiaoman's Tianling point.
But Xiaoman didn't feel anything at all, and even his expression didn't change.
Ouyang Ming discovered that Jiang Zhihai was extremely fast in acupuncture. No, this was not something that could be explained by speed, but skill, a skill that reached an astonishing level.
But even so, his eyebrows were still slightly frowned together, feeling that this method was somewhat inappropriate.
Jiang Zhihai was so absorbed in acupuncture that he didn't notice Ouyang Ming's expression at all. On the contrary, Jiang Yingrong was meticulous and caught this subtle movement in her eyes. He thought to himself, Elder Zhihai is already the most proficient in pharmacology and acupuncture in the Jiang family, why are brothers Yu still dissatisfied? Could it be... When she thought about it, she felt that the sky covered by dark clouds was torn open again, and she saw hope again.
At this time, the second silver needle was picked up by Jiang Zhihai. The spiritual power was transported along the meridians to the fingertips, and the fingers shook slightly.
As if the silver needle had eyes, it landed precisely on Xiaoman's Quchi point.
Then there are the third and fourth roots, which fall on Tianhui point and Baiya point respectively.
After half an hour, Jiang Zhihai administered dozens of silver needles in total.
He put away the medicine pot and package, raised his hand to wipe away the sweat on his forehead, cupped his hands slightly, and lowered his voice: "Miss, I have tried my best. The poison in Xiaoman's body has invaded the internal organs and penetrated deep into the bone marrow. , even the power of the blood has been fused together, to the point where it is impossible for the gods to save him." His voice was low, with a strong sense of regret.
"Elder Zhihai, is there really nothing we can do?" Jiang Yingrong's voice was bitter.
"Yes, this kind of poison is so overbearing. It changes all the time and cooperates with each other. I have been dealing with poisons all my life. This is the first time I have seen this kind of poison. Moreover, there are few elixirs in the ruins. Even if I want to refine the elixir, but I don't have any medicinal materials." He looked at Jiang Yingrong with a look of helplessness. At the same time, he kept looking at He Jian and Ou Yangming with his peripheral vision, guessing their identities.
"Let me give it a try!" After hearing this, Ouyang Ming stepped forward and walked directly to the bed without waiting for anyone to answer.
Jiang Zhihai had a look of suspicion on his face, but he said nothing and looked at Jiang Yingrong quietly.
Jiang Yingrong pondered for a while and said softly: "I believe Brother Yu..." She seemed to be encouraging herself, and then continued: "The elixir that Brother Yu refined in the ancient city caused a sensation, and various forces rushed to buy it. Erysipelas and poison are connected, this is a principle left by our ancestors, and it is unmistakable."
Hearing these words, the suspicion on Jiang Zhihai's face became less suspicious. Since he could refine elixirs, he must be accomplished in detoxification.
Ouyang Ming looked at Xiao Man, with a look of distress on his face. With a thought, he stepped into the realm of interaction between heaven and man, and a mysterious and mysterious aura spread out.
It is as if at this moment, he has become the only master in this space. He can speak and follow the rules, and every word and action is in harmony with the way of heaven. This is the mystery of the interaction between heaven and man.
The golden mental power surged out and penetrated Xiaoman's body to check Xiaoman's injuries.
Suddenly, a shocking wound appeared in his spiritual world. Ouyang Ming knew clearly in his heart that this was a scar left by the power of blood being forcibly extracted. Although it has healed, it still leaves traces. Around the wound, a kind of light black light kept flashing. Ouyang Ming observed it for a moment, and then the majestic mental power overwhelmed it.
But as soon as it approached, this trace of black light was completely integrated into Xiaoman's flesh and bones. It is extremely difficult to eliminate. All he had to do was scrape off all the flesh and blood on Xiaoman's body, and then break the bones into pieces. If it were just like that, that would be fine. What is even more terrifying is that this black light keeps devouring the spiritual power in Xiaoman's flesh and blood, strengthening itself, and then transforming into ten, and then ten into a hundred, endlessly. It is also Xiaoman who has a deep obsession in his heart, otherwise, he would have withered like a flower long ago.
Another kind of light silver energy separated every bone in Xiaoman's body, delaying the spread of poison.
Ouyang Ming knew that this silver energy should be the remains of Jiang Zhihai's silver needle.
Taking a deep breath of cold air, a glow appeared in his Dantian. The white robe automatically moved without wind. The majestic spiritual power flowed in the veins and poured into Xiao Mandi's body along the palms, pulsating his internal organs and muscles. All the veins are protected. But only a moment later, Ouyang Ming was surprised to find that his spiritual power was slowly being eaten away by the black light, and more black light was derived.
He was silent for a long time, the cruel look in his eyes flashed away, and he sneered in his heart: "Devouring it? It depends on whether you have such ability!"
His thoughts sank slightly, he mobilized the power of devouring, and pointed a finger at Xiaoman's eyebrows. This power that seemed to be able to devour time and all things immediately began to flow through Xiaoman's meridians following Ouyang Ming's thoughts. In an instant, the black light in Xiaoman's body kept shrinking its range of movement as if encountering a natural enemy. entrenched in flesh and blood.
But this devouring power was extremely domineering, tearing out the black light in a tyrannical manner and swallowing it directly.
But there were too many black lights, and they were fused with flesh and blood. Ouyang Ming could only do the next best thing, using his devouring power to protect Xiaoman's heart and slowly figure it out.
As the devouring power continued to flow, the toxins in Xiaoman's body stopped spreading and developed for the better.
Half an hour later, Ouyang Ming breathed a long sigh of relief, opened his eyes, turned around, and chuckled: "The toxins in Xiaoman's body are temporarily under control. When the toxins become weaker, I will refine them." A kind of elixir can make him become a dragon and a tiger in less than a month."
"This, Brother Yu... are you telling the truth?" Jiang Yingrong was startled at first, and then showed a look of surprise.
After seeing Ouyang Ming, she felt even more guilty. There was an invisible voice in her head, scolding herself all the time. Now that I heard this answer, the huge stone weighing on my heart suddenly lightened.
"Of course it's true!" Ouyang Ming nodded heavily.
He Jian's body trembled, but his expression didn't change much.
Jiang Zhihai took a step forward and walked out. His face was extremely complicated, and he whispered softly: "Can I let the old man check it out?" He refused to believe that he was helpless and the poison was controlled in just half an hour. The most important thing is that , Ouyang Ming's age is too young and it is difficult to convince people.
"Please!" Ouyang Ming looked calm and raised his hand.
Jiang Zhihai walked to the bedside, his center of gravity sank, and with one thought in mind, he tapped his finger lightly, and the spiritual power entered Xiaoman's body along the finger and circulated in his meridians.
Suddenly, every subtle change on Xiaoman's body immediately appeared in his perception. The black light that was originally swooping around curled up like the most feared thing. Even so, he was still attracted by that mysterious wave. The power is swallowed up mercilessly, becoming less and less.
This power in his perception was extremely terrifying. It's not the quantity, but the essential difference.
If you really want to use words to describe it, this is a higher level of power.
Of course, Jiang Zhihai's cultivation level was only at the middle level of a spiritual person, so he didn't know what was different. He only felt palpitating, as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake in the dark.
Opening his eyes, he took a breath of cold air, forced down the shock in his heart, cupped his fists and said: "Master Yu's achievements in detoxification, I am ashamed of myself." Before, he heard Jiang Yingrong call Ouyang Mingyu brother, so he called him brother Ouyang Mingyu. Master Yu can’t be wrong.
"Thank you, Elder Zhihai." Ouyang Ming returned the gift with a smile.
Jiang Yingrong's scowl at the corner of her eyes finally relaxed, and she chuckled: "Brother Yu, since Xiaoman's injury has been controlled, you can take a rest first or take a hot bath." As she said that, she shifted her gaze to He Jian pretended to be resentful: "Do you think so, Elder He?"
He Jian smiled bitterly. He naturally knew what this "Elder He" meant.
At this moment, Jiang Qingcheng quietly poked her head in from outside the door, bent her eyes, and said with a smile: "I'll take Uncle Yu to rest first!" Apparently, she had been hiding outside the door for a long time. As soon as she finished speaking, He took small steps to Ouyang Ming's side, gently grasped the corners of his sleeves, and told him to leave quickly.
Jiang Yingrong had a look of pity on her face, but she couldn't even bear to say a harsh word. Besides, in her heart, Qingcheng was close to Ouyang Ming, which was what she wanted. After all, she saw Ouyang Ming's various strange abilities and remembered them in her heart. If she could learn even a little bit, wouldn't Qingcheng benefit from it a lot in her life