In the curling hot spring pool, the little girl Ze Yitong was stripped naked and soaked in the hot spring water, only her small head and shoulders were exposed.
Lin Luoran held a small bowl in her hand, and half of the bowl of black milk, under her blending, glowed with a faint golden powdery velvet.
"Ajia, can this really cure my hands?" Ze Yitong's eyes flickered and he swallowed.
In half a year, the wound on her severed arm had healed long ago, leaving behind a not-so-good-looking pimple, and the pink pimple made the wound look terrifying.
But she has been watching it for so long, she has already gotten used to it. What made Ze Yitong salivate was the concoction that Lin Luoran was mixing in his hands. The strange fragrance made people greedy. Is this kind of thing really used for curing diseases
Lin Luoran felt the power of the medicine, and said with a smile: "Little glutton, this is of course used to heal injuries, but it will hurt, can you hold it back?"
Ze Yitong nodded fiercely, the momentary pain can never be compared with her arm, of course she would choose the former.
Lin Luoran threatened her, "If you move around, your arms will grow crooked, and you will cry sometimes."
Ze Yitong's face was wrinkled into a ball, Lin Luoran saw that she had finally calmed down and stopped twisting, so she carefully applied the medicine to the wound on her severed arm.
The black concoction mixed with golden light was not soluble in water, but penetrated into Ze Yitong's wound, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Lin Luoran carefully considered the dosage before putting away the remaining concoction.
It's not that she is stingy, it's that this elixir is too precious.
This dark thing is the dragon marrow obtained from the Dongting Dragon Palace. The body of the dragon clan is powerful, so the regeneration function of bone marrow is naturally incomparable. It's just that in the past, dragon marrow was used to do things like "rebirth with a broken arm". Ordinary monks couldn't get such treasures, and powerful monks couldn't use this function. One effect, and did not spread.
Because of the powerful regenerative function of dragon marrow, if a mortal like Ze Yitong hadn’t been recuperated by the spiritual rice and fruits provided by Lin Luoran in the past six months, even this little bit of dragon marrow would have been damaged. Unbearable.
Lin Luoran planned to use the remaining concoction on the little monk who lost his arm during the last siege of the blood race.
Although the dragon marrow is precious, it is very worthwhile to make a little girl like Ze Yitong smile again, from the perspective of the balance in Lin Luoran's heart.
Ze Yitong in the hot spring has already started to twist his body.
The warm pool water made her blood flow faster, and the effect of the medicine took effect quickly, and Ze Yitong's pain came.
A person's arm, counting the days of developing and forming in the mother's body, will grow until the body straightens and develops before it will truly take shape. Ze Yitong's broken arm, if he wants to re-grow it in a short time by relying on dragon marrow When it came out, the pain of cell division was enough to make this twelve-year-old girl wander in hell.
She is such a stubborn little girl. Seeing her sweating profusely but gritting her teeth silently, Lin Luoran felt affection for her.
A burst of soothing wood-type spiritual power was sent into Ze Yitong's body, and the little girl fell into a deep sleep.
Lin Luoran reckoned that it would take a few days for her to wake up. In such a tense moment, she couldn't leave anyone for a moment, so she simply sat down by the spring.
The vines that are ubiquitous in this valley, she was extremely bored, and extracted all the fibers of the wood system. Such materials, used in refining equipment, naturally cannot withstand different fire calcinations.
But now, just try Danhuo.
A small flame burst out from Lin Luoran's palm, and the four colors intertwined without distinguishing each other, it was so beautiful.
This is not the effect of fire spells, but the pill fire that Lin Luoran can only have after forming a pill. Such a slow fire, stable and long-lasting, is really the best kind of fire for alchemy.
The fibers of the vines turned into a puddle of clear water in the Danhuo, and under the guidance of Lin Luoran's fingers, the thin silk threads were pulled out.
It seems like a good idea to use this silk thread to make a skirt as a gift for Ze Yitong's rebirth after a broken arm
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Ze Yitong vaguely remembered that he had a long dream. In the dream, she was wearing a gorgeous Tibetan dress and threw herself into the arms of her grandmother. Everyone cheered for her return, and a bonfire was lit, and the mutton was on the fire. There was a sizzling sound, and Bai Yun couldn't help sneezing.
She suddenly opened her eyes, and what came into view was the cave that had been lived for half a year.
I don't know how long she soaked in the hot spring, Ze Yitong felt that her hair was damp from the smoke, and it was uncomfortably tight around her ears. She stretched out her hand to brush the hair up from her ears, and suddenly froze.
What she stretched out was the broken arm.
Ze Yitong's eyes widened. Her right arm was intact at this time. Compared with before, there was no difference... No, there was a difference. For example, when she was six years old, she was burned by the fire. The brown scar on the elbow is gone and it's a brand new hand!
Ze Yitong compared his two neat arms, happily jumping and jumping in the hot spring pool.
Tired from dancing, she realized that Lin Luoran was not there. Ze Yitong got up from the hot spring pool and found that her old clothes were gone.
There was a new dress on the haystack. I picked it up and compared it. It was the same size as hers.
Could it be for her? This dress is too beautiful!
Ze Yitong held it in his hand, the fabric was smoother than silk, with green as the base color, the cuffs and collar, including the skirt, were inlaid with soft fur, and the skirt was decorated with many green beads, Ze Yitong She didn’t know that these beads were all carved from jadeite, but she knew pearls. Looking at the colorful bead necklace, Ze Yitong’s mouth was wide enough to swallow an egg——Grandma always said sorry for her, and there was no money for it. She makes the best Tibetan skirts. If Grandma Dundup sees this skirt, she will go crazy with joy, right
Ze Yitong put on the skirt carefully.
Well, it's a bit thin, it's a pity, I'm afraid I can't wear it when I'm out of the valley.
The little girl was worried about gains and losses, so she came out of the cave and saw Lin Luoran standing in front of Baiyun, looking at her with a smile.
"Ajia..." she called out, but her eyes were red. Although she called Ajia, she knew that Lin Luoran was not her real "Ajia". After recovering her memory, Lin Luoran was so powerful that she could do anything. She was like a holy fairy on a snow mountain. How could they be ordinary herdsmen like them? Clingable
But why, Ajia still treats herself so well
Heal her hands, make coral necklaces for her, and make beautiful Tibetan dresses for her...
Seeing the tears in the little girl's eyes, Lin Luoran knelt down to comfort her: "The little girl who loves to cry is not pretty, it's cold outside the valley, come and put on this hat."
This is an equally beautiful white hat, with round coral beads mixed with emerald green, red and green, and Ze Yitong fell in love with it almost immediately.
"Are we going home?" Ze Yitong put on the hat, beads hanging on her forehead, the little girl benefited not only from the rebirth of her broken arm, but her whole body's skin seemed to be brand new. No worse than any city-raised girl.
"Yes, let's go home." Lin Luoran carried her onto the horse, and jumped on her own.
Going home, not only Ze Yitong is going home, but also himself who has been away from home for a year.
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Bai Yun's speed was very fast, and they quickly came down from the snow mountain and crossed the distance of Yinhu Lake. After climbing over several grassy slopes, Lin Luoran had already seen the familiar yurt.
Dunzhu was packing the fodder, when she heard Baiyun's neighing, she raised her head, and one glance was enough to make her tears roll down.
Mother and daughter Lianxin, even though they haven't seen each other for half a year, even though Ze Yitong's complexion is not what it used to be, and even though she is wearing a gorgeous Tibetan dress at the moment, Dunzhu can still recognize it at a glance, this is her daughter who has been missing for half a year!
"Ze Yitong... Anar..."
Zeyi got off his horse and ran over, throwing himself into Dunzhu's arms.
Lin Luoran's eyes were slightly wet, "Anal", she hasn't heard this name for a long time.
Even though life is a never-ending journey, she can't stay on the grassland to watch the sun rise and the moon set, and live the life of cattle and sheep appearing in the wind and wind, but she will always remember the days when she was "Anal".
Herding sheep, cutting grass, making ghee, and participating in horse racing meetings, they are an aria worthy of Lin Luoran's collection forever.
Speaking of home, she also has one on the Nagqu Grassland.
Dunzhu wiped away tears, "It's good to be safe, good to be safe, Anar and Ze Yitong, you are finally back."