For the next two days, the group continued their schedule as usual.
Zhu Changyang, Shen Zha and Ming Rusu continued to assist the medical staff of Changchun Tower as they did on the first day.
Only Jun Shu, as usual, found a shady tree, leaned against the trunk, and closed his eyes lazily.
Faced with the busy people all over the valley, I don't have any psychological burden at all. I can truly live out my true self and live calmly.
Zhu Changyang admired him but couldn't help wondering what Jun Shu was doing here? When he actively proposed to come to Shihu Village, he thought he had some purpose, but he ended up just changing places to take a nap
In short, it's very confusing.
However, Zhu Changyang did not have much time to ponder Jun Shu's thoughts. In fact, he had suffered a great shock in his heart in the past two days.
In Shihu Village and several surrounding small villages, hundreds of people were infected with the Junguan epidemic, and many of them were entire families infected at the same time.
At this time, the plague was like a death warrant for ordinary people, and the only hope of survival rested on Changchun Tower.
Changchun Tower sent people to the Demon Realm to pick Fu Xuerong, while at the same time dealing with the Yuxu Sect, the situation was dragged on for more than a month.
During this month, even with the prescription left by Master Peilan, many people still could not hold on.
Those infected with the virus who are still alive today have watched their former fellow villagers die, and they themselves have been tortured to the point of being physically broken.
This valley is like a medicine stove on fire, frying medicine and people at the same time.
The air was filled with the smell of disease, medicine, stench, and the faint smell of rotting corpses, interweaving to form a scene that was unbearable to watch.
These scenes were also presented one by one in the live broadcast room through the camera, touching the hearts of countless netizens.
[Ordinary people in ancient times were really pitiful. A disease or a war could destroy everything they had.]
[Alas, otherwise the cultivation world often says that the Great Dao is like an ant. Under the Great Dao, all mortals are ants. ]
[It is still the same now. Humans have always been insignificant in the face of natural disasters. It’s just that we are lucky to live in a peaceful environment.]
[QAQ I have been so depressed these past two days. I hope the antidote can be made soon and the plague will end soon.]
On the third morning, the grass was cool and the white dew looked like frost.
Most people were still fast asleep. The valley was silent, except for the occasional bird calls and the painful groans of some patients.
Zhu Changyang was sleeping in a makeshift thatched shed, fully clothed. Half asleep and half awake, he suddenly heard a loud shout: "The host is coming, look, the host is coming—"
This shout was like thunder in spring. In an instant, the entire valley woke up, and the noise was so loud that the birds were scared and flew away in all directions.
Zhu Changyang was also shocked and regained consciousness. He jumped up immediately, walked out of the hut quickly, and followed the sight of others, looking towards the sky.
The long night was ending and dawn was about to come.
But at the end of the vast sky, the dark night gradually melted away, and the morning light was like white waves, slowly emerging from behind the mountains.
In the morning light, four large red birds spread their wings and flew over, pulling a huge flying carriage behind them, which was the carriage of Changchun Tower.
The red bird's wings were like fire, and its cry was like a whistle. From afar, it looked like four balls of flame breaking through the darkness and flying towards them.
The fire burned very quickly and in a short while, it reached the sky above the valley.
Looking closer, it seemed that the red bird was huge, almost as big as an ordinary horse.
The four big birds circled in the air and then descended, stopping about two meters above the ground. The carriage they were pulling was suspended in the air.
At this time, all the people in the valley had woken up and were stretching their heads to look in the direction of the carriage. Their dark and haggard faces were filled with tension and anticipation.
The disciples of Changchun Tower came forward excitedly and formed a circle in front of the carriage.
As everyone watched, the car door finally opened, and Hua Guangbai walked out first. He looked around the valley and said loudly, "The antidote has been refined!"
As soon as the words fell, there was silence in the valley, and then cheers that resounded through the sky broke out.
"Really? Is this true?"
"That's great! It's really great!"
"We are finally saved!"
"Thank you, miraculous doctor! Thank you, immortal master!"
“Hahahahahaha—”
“Woo, woo, woo—”
Some people laughed out loud, some cried bitterly, and some wiped away tears silently for their relatives and friends who unfortunately passed away before they could wait for the antidote.
More people knelt on the ground, not knowing whether they were worshipping the immortal master in Changchun Tower or the bright blue sky.
Hua Qingdai and Wen Yuzhu were both very happy and stepped forward together to pay their respects to Hua Guangbai.
Hua Qingdai's nose felt sore: "Dad, you are finally here."
"Yes, I'm finally here." Hua Guangbai was also full of emotion, "Not only me, but many others are here too."
He jumped lightly and landed on the ground, then turned around and shouted to the car, "Everyone, please get off."
Then, more than a dozen monks carrying medicine boxes and needle bags came out of the carriage one after another.
Hua Guangbai introduced: "These are fellow medical practitioners who came from other places to help."
It turned out that after the news of the Junguan epidemic spread, although many people were terrified of the epidemic and avoided it like snakes and scorpions, there were also many kind-hearted people who cared about the situation in Shihu Village, and some medical practitioners were not afraid of the epidemic and rushed to Cangbo City to help Changchun Tower.
The antidote happened to be ready. Hua Guangbai was overjoyed and immediately gathered all the medical practitioners and rushed to Shihu Village overnight.
Without further ado, everyone took out their medicine boxes and rushed to treat the patient.
These medical practitioners who came all the way from other places are all kind-hearted and have made in-depth studies in medicine. Some of them are already famous doctors in Piaomiao Continent.
With their help, the rescue work became a lot easier.
Hua Guangbai took out the antidote and gave it to Wen Yuzhu and Hua Qingdai, asking them to distribute it and explaining its usage in detail.
After doing all this, he came to Zhu Changyang, grasped his hand, and said solemnly: "My dear Zhu, I am so grateful for your help this time. I really don't know how to thank you."
"No way." Zhu Changyang waved his hands quickly and said sincerely, "I'm glad to be able to help."
He glanced sideways towards the col, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on his face.
But the once sick valley was suddenly revived and showed a vitality that had not been seen for a long time.
Studio:
[Ahh! Finally! Finally!]
[Damn! I actually cried! ]
[I too, when I heard Master Hua say that the antidote was made, I was so excited!]
[When the medical practitioners appeared, I suddenly remembered that every time something happened, our people's soldiers, medical staff, and volunteers from all over the country also rushed forward without hesitation. Does anyone understand? ]
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As the antidote was administered and medical practitioners from all sides provided assistance, the infected people in the valley finally recovered gradually.
After a few more days, some people with less severe illnesses had fully recovered and returned to the village one after another.
The people in Shihu Village have been in a panic these days. The villagers are afraid of contracting the disease, and apart from the necessary farming and food and clothing, they dare not go out easily. It is quite desolate.
Now that the crisis has been resolved, everyone has come out of their homes to celebrate. Some villagers couldn't help but burst into tears and cried when they saw their infected relatives return safely.
The village head also organized a team of people to beat gongs and drums along the streets and sprinkle clean water with willow branches to drive away the plague.
The little children who had been detained for many days ran out into the streets cheering, following the gong and drum team, jumping and dancing with joy. If they were lucky, they could even get one or two pieces of candy from some villagers.
For a moment, the whole village was filled with joy, and the village finally regained its former vitality.
As the patients recovered, there was no longer a need for so many people in the valley, and Zhu Changyang and other non-professionals had no place to use their skills.
The few of them were happy to have some free time, so they simply went back to the village and prepared to find a place to rest.
The villagers were extremely grateful to them and specially vacated the best courtyard in the village for them to stay in temporarily. It was hard to refuse such a kind offer, and since it was only for a few days, the few people did not refuse and stayed there.
Shihu Village is located in a remote area with beautiful mountains and clear waters. After the shadow of the plague faded, there was a rare sense of tranquility and peace.
When several people were in it, they all felt very comfortable physically and mentally, and had a sense of being secluded from the world.
Of course, it only appears to be secluded from the world, but in reality it does not prevent them from learning about the latest hot topics in Piaomiao Continent through the Jade Book.
The hottest topic at the moment is none other than Zhu Changyang.
"Brothers, you are really amazing." Shen Zha sighed as he flipped through the daily newsletter, "Tianjizi has written newsletters about you for three consecutive days. When the news of Zijiuwen and Miss Hua's marriage came out, Tianjizi only wrote for two days. It can be seen that the various sects attach more importance to you than the marriage between Yuxu Sect and Changchun Tower."
"Don't read it, don't read it." Zhu Changyang said weakly, "... I thank them."
I'm scared already, okay
With the arrival of Hua Guangbai and medical practitioners from all sides, the news that Junguan’s disease had been cured spread, and the Piaomiao Continent was immediately shocked.
The resolution of the Junguan epidemic crisis was naturally great news, but for the major sects, there was even more shocking information—
Changchun Tower actually refined Fu Xuerong, which means that the magic weapon in Hua Guangbai's hand really has an effect comparable to that of Xuannv Ding!
If I was just skeptical before, now it is certain.
To see how powerful such a magical weapon is, just look at the Yuxu Sect.
Now all the sects could no longer hold back and started asking about the origin of this magical weapon. The inquiries caused an uproar.
This magical weapon was actually made by an unknown little weapon refiner. No, it can’t be said that he is unknown.
According to insiders, this young weapon refiner was the one who caused a scene at the Changchun Tower wedding that day, leaving Zi Jiuwen humiliated. His name was Zhu Changyang.
Wow, he single-handedly pinned down the entire Yuxu Sect!
This time, Zhu Changyang became completely famous.
Since this matter was first linked to the Changchun Tower wedding and then to the Junguan epidemic, it can be said to be the most heart-wrenching gossip in the past month.
Tianjizi used up three full days of space to sort out, summarize and follow up on the whole incident.
As a newcomer, Zhu Changyang's name was fortunate enough to surpass Zi Jiuwen, Hua Qingdai and other celebrities in the cultivation world and become the headline of Xiaoxun.
Also making the headlines were the magical tools “Spiritual Power Battery” and “Spiritual Power Rice Cooker”.
As the key figure in refining the spiritual power battery, Chang Chunwu and Baigongmen's names followed Zhu Changyang and attracted much attention. This small sect, which had never been known in Buchendi for hundreds of years, became famous in the Nine Regions overnight.
It is said that on the day the daily newsletter was released, Baigongmen received hundreds of inquiries, and the number of orders commissioned to them for refining equipment increased sharply.
Of course, among so many names, the "Spiritual Power Rice Cooker" received the most discussion.
Because most of the high-quality magic instruments have a resounding name, and these names are mostly related to the characteristics or origins of the magic instruments.
For example, the treasure of the Yong Zhutian sect, the "Eternal Bright Lantern", is named after the characteristics of the magic weapon, while the Xuannv Ding of the Yuxu sect is named after its history.
But the "spiritual power rice cooker" that Zhu Changyang had refined was really confusing. The spiritual power was easy to explain, and the pot was understandable, but no one could tell what the "electricity" and "rice" meant.
"Brothers, take a look at this. Right now, the outside world is discussing why this magic weapon is called the Spiritual Power Rice Cooker. I heard that several weapon refiners even got into a fight over the meaning of this 'electric rice'." Shen Zha continued to flip through the news, "Some people say that your name is a metaphor for rice. Rice is what mortals need, just like the spirit of a cultivator. Others guess that this 'electric rice' is a rare material, and that you can refine this strange thing because you got this material... Tsk tsk tsk tsk."
Shen Zha shook his head and sighed, "Tell me, if they knew that this rice cooker actually means a pot for cooking rice with electricity, how uncomfortable they would be."
It’s no wonder that everyone is trying so hard to impose meaning on this simple word “rice”. Looking at the entire Piaomiao Continent, who would have dared to imagine that such a magical instrument that shocked all the sects was actually said to have been used for cooking in the beginning.
Zhu Changyang glanced at him and said leisurely, "How uncomfortable you felt at that time is how uncomfortable they felt."
Shen Zhai was silent: "... Well, you are right."
When he first saw Zhu Changyang open the rice cooker and reveal a pot of rice, he was indeed upset.
He had eaten a lot of rice in his life, but he never thought that one day this ordinary rice would give him such a thrilling feeling.
Shen Zha laughed foolishly twice and immediately became happy again, "No matter what, you brothers are now famous in all regions and continents. Many people are asking about your origins and want to get to know you. Hehe, this kind of glory is not even comparable to the previous Zi Jiuwen."
Zhu Changyang: “…”
Thanks, I'm even more scared.
In a place like the cultivation world, becoming famous also depends on strength. Unfortunately, his current strength is far from matching such a great fame.
Let’s not talk about anything else, just talk about the Yuxu Sect, they must hate him to the core now.
It will be more dangerous to go out from now on!
Thinking of this, Zhu Changyang couldn't help but look at Jun Shu infatuatedly, and secretly made up his mind that before his cultivation level improved to the point where he could protect himself, he must hold on to Jun Shu's thigh even tighter!
Jun Shu was leisurely eating melon seeds and listening to Shen Zha retelling the news of the underworld when he suddenly felt a gaze from the side. He turned around and met Zhu Changyang's burning eyes.
Jun Shu paused, his face a little unnatural, and asked, "Why are you looking at me?"
"Nothing." Zhu Changyang moved the stool forward a little and pinched his arm skillfully. "I just think it's great to have you."
He felt that it was not serious enough, so he emphasized, "I can't imagine what I would do without you."
Jun Shu: “…”
Shen Zhe: “…”
Brother Zhu is usually a very straightforward person, but why does he become so greasy when talking to Brother Jun? !
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The live broadcast room was also speechless:
[… … The anchor is being awkward, right? ? ]
[No, even if it’s the Pujiang channel, the host’s homosexuality is too straightforward and crude, isn’t it? ? ]
[What do you mean by selling homosexuality? As we all know, Pujiang is a real gay! I believe Changyang is sincere! ]
[I don’t care, I love industrial saccharin too, don’t stop, Chang Yang, dazzle me! ]
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