"You Fang Healer."
Lan Yanxiu frowned: "The empire has never heard of such a class of people. We only have the elixir division and the healers from the Xuanhu Jishi, and the doctors who travel the prescription have never heard of it."
"The pharmacy is a healer, so the one who walks around with the medicine to save people is naturally a healer." Xiyan smiled slightly.
At this time, an apprentice quickly stepped forward and said in Lan Yan’s ear: "Deacon Lan, I have heard of this traveler, from Wugu City to Yinshan City. There are legends about her. People say that someone looks like a fairy. This beautiful woman puts medicine everywhere to save people, and no matter what the stubborn disease is, it can be cured by the medicine. It must be this person."
Lan Yan's eyes lit up: "If this is the case, I would like to ask if Miss Xiyan is willing to work with our Spirit Medicine Division to cure this plague."
Xiyan shook her head and said, "No, I'm used to doing my own way. It's better not to be disturbed. I save my people and you save yours."
With that, she turned around to leave.
Lan Yan hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, Miss Xiyan."
"What's wrong."
"What kind of formula is the marrow soup you said? Many people here are suffering from this blood disease. If there is no correct prescription, it may be difficult to suppress this plague for a while."
Seeing that she was pious, Xi Yan smiled and said: "The marrow soup is very simple. The rhizome of the purple snake vine and the petals of the Ningshen flower can be boiled for one hour in two to one portions."
"Is it just purple snake vine and Ningshen flower?"
Lan Yan bit her red lips and said, "One is a level 2 herbal medicine and the other is a level 3 herbal medicine. It's not that rare."
"But it is difficult to treat so many people, because there are not so many herbs to pick." Xiyan stared at Lan Yan and said lightly: "The treasury everywhere is not willing to allocate gold coins to buy herbs to treat refugees, yes. For local governments, refugees are a burden. It’s better to die, miss, they call you a deacon. It seems that you are also a steward. I wonder if you have the right to get herbs from the drug dealers in each city."
Obviously this traveler has eaten a lot of closed doors.
Lan Yan couldn't help feeling a little guilty, and said: "Miss Xiyan, please rest assured, I am one of the twelve deacons of the Imperial Spirit Medicine Department, Lan Yan, with my token, it is enough to order the local pharmacy. As for the medicinal materials, there are some in the pharmacy. , I can use it. If the lady doesn’t believe me, you might as well join me in Yinshan City. I have never made this marrow soup. If the lady is concerned about the common people, please follow me. We will be in Yinshan. The four gates of the city assume that the soup is boiled in a cauldron."
"This..." Xi Yan groaned silently.
"Why, doesn't the young lady want to save more people?" Lan Yan asked.
Xiyan pouted her lips. In fact, when she first came to the broken tripod world, she was at a loss and didn’t know what to do. After seeing so many refugees, she decided to play a guest role in a quagmire. The more and more Xiyan feels that she is living and sleeping and living in peace, it turns out that saving people is more interesting than killing.
"If this is the case, let me take a trip with you, but once you learn how to make marrow soup, I will leave."
"Well, by then, I must listen carefully."
…
"Get on the horse, go into the city."
Lan Yan led a light cavalry team of fifty people. This cavalry team was responsible for protecting the staff of the Department of Spirit Medicine. After the war, they were very chaotic. It can be done. Almost every deacon of the Ling Yao Division who is on the patrol has such a team around him, with the army by his side, so it is more convenient to do things.
In Yinshan City, Lan Yan led the army straight to the City Lord's Mansion. Everyone carried the emblem of the Qin Family in Lanyan City. Naturally, no one dared to stop them until they saw a fat man in an official gown.
"Xiaguan Yinshancheng prefect Zhang Qian met Deacon Lan Yan."
The fat man hugged his fists and saluted. In fact, everyone in Yinshan City knew that this Qian was originally just a local medicine merchant. Yinshan City was near the Seven Star Forest and was rich in medicinal materials. Zhang Qian made a fortune by selling medicine. In the end, he bought the official title of City Lord Yinshan City from some officials in the Congress.
Moreover, the status of the city lord of Yinshan City must be higher than that of the deacon of the Department of Spiritual Medicine, at least equal, but Zhang Qian is very respectful, for the same reason, he knows Lan Yan, of course she is next to Chu Yao, the deacon of the Department of Spiritual Medicine. People who are right now, and Chu Yao is the person next to Lin Muyu and Qin Yin, Lan Yan's words may be better than ten thousand gold coins.
The fat man raised his head, but saw Xi Yan behind Lan Yan, frowned, and said, "Why are you here again."
Xi Yan's eyes were indifferent and did not speak.
Lan Yan said: "Why, Master Zhang knows Miss Xiyan."
"The deacon doesn’t know anything. This woman has come to me every half month to ask for medicinal materials, saying that it’s for the treatment of refugees. Huh, where are so many people wanting to treat diseases, it’s clear that they want to defraud me of the medicine and sell it for money. ."
"Didn't Lord City Lord go out of the city to see the refugees outside." Lan Yan squinted a pair of beautiful eyes.
"This... I..." Obviously, Zhang Qian did not go out of the city to see it.
Lan Yan didn't bother to tell him more, but just asked, "Master Zhang, how many medicinal materials are still in the pharmacy in Yinshan City."
"It's quite enough..."
"Very well, please give me a thousand catties of purple snake vine and five hundred catties of Ningshen flowers immediately, and another forty cauldrons to boil the soup."
"This..." Zhang Qian was shocked: "With so many materials, I'm afraid..."
"What are you afraid of? I will sign the bill of expenditure. Isn't the herbs stocked in Yinshan City's treasury used to save people?" Lan Yan looked at the fat man with scorching eyes and said, "If not, I Will truthfully report to Her Royal Highness the Empress."
"No, no..." Zhang Qian shook his head again and again: "The next official should assign it to the deacon."
"Huh, that's good, I'm waiting for the adult's medicine in the big tent of the panacea division outside the east city gate."
"Yes, the next official will make arrangements right away."
Zhang Qian nodded and bowed. When he looked up, he cast a bitter look at Xi Yan. It must be because of this woman that he lost a lot of windfall. If these drugs were sold, they would have at least thousands of gold coins. what.
However, Xiyan's gaze was very calm, and he glanced back at Zhang Qian, and Gu Jing had no waves.
…
At dusk, the four major city gates had all started to boil soup medicine. Lan Yan and Xiyan personally distributed soup bowls to the refugees, each with one bowl, enough medicine for the plague of death blood disease to cure the disease.
After being busy until late at night, the refugees basically drank the soup, and many people's condition has improved quickly.
Lan Yan arranged Xiyan in the most remote one of the dozens of tents in the Spirit Medicine Division, because Xiyan didn't want to be disturbed, and Xiyan would leave at dawn, she didn't want to be fettered by anyone.
In the middle of the night, Xiyan lay peacefully in the tent, her divine power was exhausted, but her spiritual and consciousness were still there, and she could even hear the sound of spring rain nourishing all things, so real.
It has not been so close to the earth for many years.
Xiyan suddenly felt calm in her heart, hugging her warm quilt, curled her body to sleep like a cute shrimp.
I don't know how long it took, and suddenly there was a mess of footsteps in the distance.
Xi Yan woke up suddenly, her consciousness felt murderous.
This murderous aura came from the direction of Yinshan City, and there were still a lot of people. Could it be that it was directed at herself? Suddenly, Xi Yan thought of Zhang Qian's bitter gaze during the day.
Yes, it must be him.
Sitting up on the bed, she calmly put on her clothes, put on a gray cloak that she had spent 4 silver coins on, and then raised her hand to hold the sword.
"Wow."
The door curtain of the small tent was suddenly opened. It was the face of a black-faced man. As soon as he saw Xiyan, he immediately pierced the blade in his hand without even saying hello.
However, after a muffled hum, he retreated several steps and fell to the ground, a blood-red hole in his neck, which had been pierced by a sword.
"Damn it."
The other dozen people were pale, and they looked up and saw Xi Yan slowly walking out of the tent.
"You want to kill me." Xi Yan smiled.
"That's right, you little lady has done good deeds of Lao Tzu. Now the person who killed me again wanted to take you as a concubine, but now it seems that you can't keep you anymore."
The speaker is a fat man, wearing a bloated armor. You don’t need to think about it to know that it is Zhang Qian himself. Zhang Qian is a businessman, not only good for profit, but also lecherous. There is no doubt about Xiyan, a top-level imperial sister. It has a fatal attraction, but Xiyan's killing method just now is so decisive. Although the fat man is lustful, it is still fatal.
"Go on, kill her."
A group of assassins pretending to be guards arrived one after another.
Although Xiyan has lost her divine power, her swordsmanship and mental skills are still there, and the moon buzzes in her hands. Who is she, a seraphim of the gods, and how determined she is. The good people must be saved, and the bad people must be saved. kill.
Chiyue swung out, and the sword's edge shook out countless rays of light, which was exactly the split of Xiyan's seven slashing attacks.
"Puff puff… "
A rain of blood flew up, and Xiyan might not be an opponent if he faced the gods or even the sanctuary, but against these mortals with the most realm cultivation, it was a crushing existence.
As soon as the burning moon came out, more than a dozen people died tragically in an instant.
Zhang Qian's face was shocked, and he turned around and left without thinking about it.
But wherever he could go, Xiyan chased him up as fast as lightning, and Chiyue's "pouch" sounded straight through Zhang Qian's heart.
…
"Killed... Killed..."
A group of guards backed away in a panic, and in a blink of an eye a torch was raised on the official road, and the iron cavalry team in the city was already there.
A handful of white diamond crossbow arrows pointed straight at Xiyan, and everyone was struggling.
Xiyan was silent, and she was a little worried. Could it be that she was going to capsize in the gutter here? These white diamond arrows are quite powerful, and she has learned from a hunter before.
At this moment, a voice sounded: "Stop it."
The speaker was Lan Yan, the deacon of the Spirit Medicine Division from the Imperial Capital.