The whole room was filled with mist and smelled of medicine.
It's not offensive, and it's not unpleasant. There is a slight bitterness in the fragrance, and it is steaming, and you can feel a wave of dampness as soon as you enter the room, and the unlined gown on your body suddenly becomes heavy, sticking to your body a bit sticky.
Xiaodong went to the edge of the bucket, and first stretched out his hand to test the temperature of the water.
Most of the concoction has just been boiled, and it is still hot.
Mo Chen didn't seem to see his hesitation, and urged him again: "Go in."
Anyway, it wasn't the first time, Xiaodong's heart skipped a beat, he climbed up to the edge of the bucket, and as soon as he let go, he slid into the bucket.
Ho, that taste... Xiaodong instantly remembered the situation of the fat chef in the kitchen who croquetted the meatballs. The white meatballs were thrown into the oil, and they were fried by the hot oil in an instant, making a sizzling sound. That layer was half cooked.
But the problem is that the meatball is not alive, it doesn't hurt.
The scalding concoction was like countless small needles pricking his body, Xiaodong grinned his teeth in pain, and his whole body was as stiff as a piece of wood.
And the elder brother who has always been gentle and kind, took out a needle bag made of leather with a smile, and slowly spread it on the table beside the bucket.
A row of shiny silver needles is spread out like this, the shortest one is also the thinnest, so thin that if you don't look carefully, you can't tell there is another needle there. Much finer.
No matter how thin it is, it hurts!
As for the thickest...
Xiaodong just glanced at it and silently turned her head away.
Fortunately, senior brother didn't intend to prick him with that thick needle.
If it's just hot skin, I can still bear it. Anyway, it hurts, and it will go numb after a while, and it's not so painful anymore. But the hot air in this medicine doesn't just stay on the skin, it seems to drill into the body from various acupoints as it breathes.
This energy is the hardest.
Mo Chen's hand rested lightly on Xiaodong's wrist, picked up a needle casually, and pierced it into the crook of Xiaodong's elbow quickly and accurately.
The blow was sour and blunt, and it didn't feel like being pricked by a needle, but rather like being hit hard on the bone joints by a hammer. But it's also very strange to say that the hot air that was lingering there just now, after being knocked for a while, seems to have suddenly recognized the road and continued to climb along the meridian.
Mo Chen flew out, and in the blink of an eye, Xiaodong's arms were pierced with silver needles.
Xiaodong's feeling...
It feels like my body is not my own.
From the head down, the body is completely out of control. Needles were also pierced on the back of the leg and in front of the body. After the piercing, the hot air gathered in the body, and the internal organs seemed to be splashed with hot oil. He felt that the blood in the whole body was boiling, and the body was floating there. No more, like a piece of rotten wood pile soaked in water.
Suffering is suffering, but it is not pain, but an indescribable taste. Pain, numbness, itching, there seemed to be countless bugs crawling and biting in the crevices of the bones, and I couldn't scream or move even if I wanted to.
Mo Chen knew that this feeling was uncomfortable.
But the younger brother was really not good at all, only a little bit better than ordinary people, and he was actually far from the standard for recruiting disciples in Huiliu Mountain. Second, the younger junior brother is now too old after all. There is that kind of aristocratic family, Zongmen, who want to cultivate their children and nephews, and they start doing this kind of kung fu of washing tendons and cutting marrow almost from the moment the child is born. He suffered too much.
But if you don't pass this hurdle, your junior brother will not be able to cultivate anything famous. At most, you can live decades longer than ordinary people. What's the use of that
Mo Chen couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, he didn't want his junior brother to suffer such a crime, but he also didn't want his junior brother to suffer from life, old age, sickness and death like ordinary people, and the fate of this acquaintance ended in a hurry for decades.
After a while, Mo Chen took off the needle, seeing that the little junior brother was still curled up like that, neither moving nor making a sound, wondering if he was still fainting, rolled up his sleeves and carried him out of the bucket, and wiped his body The shorts and jacket that had been soaked in the medicinal juice, wiped the remaining medicinal juice on his body, and unfolded the thin quilt to cover him, and then asked someone to move the medicine barrel out.
Compared with before soaking, the concoction still looks the same, neither more nor less, but if you look closely, it is actually different. Before Xiaodong soaked it, there was steaming heat, so he couldn't see clearly that the medicinal juice in the barrel was clear and translucent. I don't know how many medicinal materials were boiled, and it looked like the color of a good tea soup. After soaking, the medicine juice in the barrel was not small, but it became turbid, and the smell of the medicine became weaker, and a little bit of other smell was mixed into it, a little fishy, a little sour... Mixed together, it’s not good at all. It smells so good.
The clothes on Mo Chen's body were also damp from the smoke, so he went to change one, and saw that Xiaodong had opened his eyes, obediently nestled under the quilt, motionless.
"How do you feel?"
Xiaodong opened his mouth, and answered the wrong question: "Thirsty."
Mo Chen laughed.
Are you not thirsty yet
The prepared herbal tea was put aside, Mo Chen handed it to him, Xiaodong didn't even have the strength to lift his fingers, so he fed him a bowl of herbal tea. The tea soup was slightly cold, dispelling the last trace of hot air remaining in the body.
"My body is weak and I have no strength..." Xiaodong blinked: "But I feel very light... It seems like I have removed several catties of fat..."
There seemed to be something else, but at the moment his head was still dizzy and he couldn't tell.
The eyes also seemed to be a little different, as if a little dust that had been covering them had been wiped away. I don't know if there is any change in the ears. At this moment, it seems that there is still the chaotic sound in the ears when I was in the bath just now, and it has not subsided.
"Lucky once and then sleep."
Xiaodong answered honestly, closed his eyes and silently recited the exercises in his heart.
From this point of view, the medicated bath is effective, but it is impossible to receive immediate miraculous effects.
Mo Chen silently calculated that the younger brother would take a bath like this once a month, or once, or twice, at least for another year or a half, before he could see the initial effect.
From then on, it is necessary to cooperate with exercise and medication, and take it slowly.
There is no rush for this matter, but Mo Chen is not at ease. He was not afraid of anything else, but worried about the current situation. Huiliu Mountain has been peaceful for many years, but what happened in winter has not been investigated until now. If Huiliu Mountain really undergoes major changes, and the younger brother has not yet completed his studies, he may not even have the strength to protect himself.
But this matter cannot be rushed, and there is no shortcut to accomplish it overnight. As the saying goes, you can't become fat if you eat one mouthful, and there is no good thing that you can reach the sky in one step on the road of cultivating the Tao. (to be continued)