One thing, Ye Chuan really didn't say anything casually. To help Yan Mo survive this disaster, it is far from as simple as giving a few words of advice and teaching a skill.
After preliminary treatment, using silver needles to prevent the injury from worsening, Ye Chuan took Balrog to the study. Taking measures to local conditions, I thought of a way.
Ziyun Villa, which has been clean and peaceful recently, suddenly swarms of mutated flies swarmed out. They pounced on Balrog like moths to a flame, trying to suck the hot yang energy and blood inside his body. Unfortunately, as soon as he was bitten by the Balrog, he immediately fell to the ground red and died. Layers of fly corpses quickly piled up around Balrog.
The fire of the scorching sun erupts from the body, like a sudden flash flood that is unstoppable. It cannot be blocked, it can only be dredged.
In his heyday, Ye Chuan would have had many ways to help Balrog heal his injuries, but now his body has limited cultivation, so he can only use ingenuity. These mutant flies like to suck blood and harm the medicinal herbs in the sect everywhere, but if used properly, they can also have miraculous effects.
Driven by the Golden Cicada King, the mutated flies flew in groups, and then fell down in circles. This situation lasted for a whole day and night.
Throughout this day and night, Ye Chuan did not sit idle. Instead, he sat cross-legged behind Balrog, activating the Sky-Swallowing Talisman to pour the spiritual energy he had worked so hard to condense into Balrog's body to help heal his damaged tendons. At the same time, he taught Yan Mo a unique mental method and personally taught him how to practice and how to resolve the uncontrollable yang fire on his own.
Early the next morning, Enma stirred slightly and woke up from his meditation. Over the course of a day and night, the flames that shrouded his body finally dissipated, and his cracked face gained a touch of moisture and luster. The disaster that had plagued him for many years finally passed.
Taking a closer look at the changes in his body, Enma was very excited and felt like he was reincarnated as a human being. Ye Chuan, who was sitting cross-legged next to him, looked haggard, and the power fluctuations in his body were not as strong as before. In order to help Yan Mo heal his vitality, he was seriously injured. Sensing Enma's excitement, he slowly opened his eyes.
"Thank you for saving your life, young master. In the future, Yan Mo will follow you to the death. If you betray me, I am willing to suffer the thunder of heaven and earth and your soul will be scattered to pieces!" Yan Mo knelt down, and this time, he was sincerely respectful.
A cultivator's vitality is the most important thing. With just one glance, Yan Mo understood how much Ye Chuan paid to help him. Humans are not like grass and trees, even if he is a big devil, he can't help but be moved in his heart.
"Get up. Your disaster is not over yet. You still need to rest for a long time and practice well on the mountain. Don't go down the mountain easily without my instructions." Ye Chuan ordered, slowly closing his eyes and practicing to recover his energy.
The demon knew what was going on, and with a flick of his finger, a ball of flame suddenly appeared in the air, burning all the fly corpses piled on the ground. After cleaning up, he closed the door and left, put on a suit of cloth, wore a large bamboo hat, and picked up a medicine hoe to patrol the mountains. He suddenly transformed from a big devil who was feared by everyone in the underground ghost market to a loyal drug slave.
"Yes, this devil is indeed a malleable talent."
In the study, Ye Chuan nodded.
He sat cross-legged in the study, his body motionless, but his soul sensed Balrog's every move. Seeing that Yan Mo stayed and became a medicine slave, he finally felt relieved. After meditating for more than an hour, I made an appointment with Fatty Zhao Dazhi to quietly leave the Yunwu Sect and go to the underground ghost market again.
The Qingyang fruit seeds accidentally obtained in the underground ghost market benefited Ye Chuan a lot. This time, in order to help the Balrog heal his wounds, he had lost a lot of energy, and was going to try his luck at the ghost market to see if he could find more Qingyang Fruit seeds.
When they arrived at Qingyun Peak, Fatty Zhao Dazhi was hesitant to speak. He seemed to have something to say but couldn't say it out. He glanced at Ziyun Villa inside and outside. When he went down the mountain, he finally couldn't help it anymore. "Senior Brother, Yan Where is Senior Demon? Is he gone?"
Yesterday, when Ye Chuan was helping Yan Mo heal his wounds, the fat man went down the mountain and left, going back to meditate to calm down. He didn't know what happened next.
"Leave? How is it possible? Now, I can't even drive him away. I want to stay with my senior brother and be a medicine slave. Not everyone has such an opportunity." Ye Chuan smiled, not ashamed of his words, and when he reached the mountainside, he casually raised his finger. , "Well, over there, isn't it right there?"
The fat man looked in the direction of Ye Chuan's finger and was stunned when he saw an unbelievable sight.
An old man with a big bamboo hat on his head was working in the mountains under the scorching sun, wielding a hoe to weed. Wearing a rough cloth, he was still sweating profusely and covered in dust even though he was wearing a big bamboo hat. He looked like an out-and-out old farmer.
"That's... Balrog?"
Fatty Zhao Dazhi rubbed his eyes, feeling shocked as never before. Although it was hard to believe, the old farmer's tall figure and iconic purple-red beard made him realize that he was right.
Originally, he thought Ye Chuan and Yan Mo were just talking. Who would have thought that the Balrog, who was making waves in the underground ghost market, would actually stay and become a medicine slave. When the news gets out, who can believe it
With Yan Mo's seniority and cultivation level, no matter whether he joins Yunwu Sect, Xuanding Sect or Wuyuan Sect, he is at least a guest elder and is welcomed by the three major sects. Now, it is really unbelievable to stay with Ye Chuan and be an unknown drug slave.
Fatty was shocked, and once again looked at Ye Chuan, his senior brother, with admiration, not because of Ye Chuan's extraordinary ability to heal the flame demon, but because of Ye Chuan's courage and courage. In the whole world, only Ye Chuan dares to think of allowing Yan Mo, a master of the fifth level of the Real Realm, to stay by his side as a medicine slave!
"What's so good about a medicine slave? Fatty, let's go. If I'm not on the mountain from now on, if you have anything to do, you can go directly to the Balrog. Of course, if you violate the sect's laws and do something bad, such as spying on a female disciple If someone is chasing you while taking a shower, just pretend that I didn’t say this." Ye Chuan patted the fat man on the shoulder and strode away.
"Wait for me, senior brother, wait for me!"
The fat man woke up from a dream and quickened his pace to catch up. The two figures quickly disappeared into the vast mountains.
The second time he came, Ye Chuan was already familiar with the road, and he was riding high. Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived at the underground ghost market, I saw a familiar figure. Zhu Sijia, dressed in a red outfit, was also in the ghost market, standing at the underground entrance of the ghost market. It seemed that they were specifically waiting for Ye Chuan and Fatty Zhao Dazhi.
"Miss Jiajia, why are you here?" The fat man looked surprised.
"Humph, if you don't even have this ability, how can I, the young lady, sit in charge of the ghost market?"
Zhu Sijia snorted coldly, glanced at Ye Chuan intentionally or unintentionally, and said coldly: "Two days ago, you contradicted the big demon Balrog in the underground ghost market, and almost caused a big disaster. Today is not a market day, you come here What are you doing? Are you going to cause trouble again?"
The three major sects have eyes and ears inside and outside the ghost market. Zhu Sijia, who has been in charge of the underground ghost market these days, naturally quickly learned the whereabouts of the two people and blocked them at the entrance of the ghost market.
"Jiajia, you don't know that Yan Mo has already..." Fatty was so happy that he almost told the public about Yan Mo going to Ziyun Peak to become a medicine slave. Ye Chuan winked and then he woke up and hurried. Shut up.
"We're not here to cause trouble, we're here to put out fires. I heard from Fatty that someone was blind and slapped Junior Sister's butt. Senior Brother, I immediately killed him. He even dared to take advantage of Junior Sister. I want to see it. Who is it! Fatty, where is he?" Ye Chuan looked around and frightened Fatty Zhao Dazhi so much that he felt pitiful. When had he ever said such a thing? If you say your butt is spanked in front of Zhu Sijia, isn't this asking for a spanking
Sure enough, Zhu Sijia was furious all of a sudden, remembering the slap she received from Ye Chuan. Gritting his teeth, his chest dropped together, and his already strong breasts jumped up like a tied up little rabbit.
"It's just a joke, junior sister, don't be angry. Girls who get angry easily are not good for their skin. Let's come today, buy some gadgets and leave. We will definitely not cause any trouble to junior sister. Of course, if junior sister is worried, you can also come with us. .”
Ye Chuan smiled, glanced at Zhu Sijia's hot figure, and strode away with the frightened fat man. Behind him, Zhu Sijia stamped her feet and followed him seriously. She didn't know whether she was really worried or looking for an opportunity to retaliate.
With the help of the firelight on both sides of the passage, Ye Chuan went straight to Hu Papi's stall.
According to the established rules, the underground ghost market holds a big market every three days. Although there is usually business, there are far fewer people selling things and people coming to hang out. At noon, the old man nicknamed Hu Papi lay on the stall and fell asleep. The stall was deserted.
"Little..., little goblin, see where you are running? Take a stick from me!"
Old Man Hu muttered to himself, smashed his mouth, and drooled all over the floor. With a wretched smile on his face, he didn't know what he was dreaming about in his dream. When I was having a wonderful dream, I suddenly heard a beeping sound in my ears and woke me up. When I raised my head and opened my eyes, I saw Ye Chuan standing in front of me with a smile, and the hot Zhu Sijia stood in front of me with a look of disgust. On the side, he wished he could stay away from the wretched old man Hu.