"It's really serious..."
Soon, Su Yin raised his eyebrows.
When others were injured, it was like a nail was stuck in the tire, but the person in front of him was like thousands of nails being stuck in. It was simply a miracle that he was alive.
"It should be a cultivator, full of vitality..." He nodded secretly.
Although I don’t know what kind of strength this guy has, such a strong vitality will definitely not be weak. Knowing this, my desire to practice becomes even stronger... With strength, it is difficult to die, and it is exciting just thinking about it!
"Appearing here is another cultivator. As expected, he is a new disciple of Zhenxian Sect. In terms of seniority, he is my grandson, so..."
Su Yin held his chin: "We must save him!"
With such a high seniority, he was helpless. Fortunately, he was just a child, so he didn't feel uncomfortable calling his grandson. If an old guy from seventy to eighty years old came over and asked him to call him... he would feel very awkward.
Being a grandpa... is not what I want!
Forget it, don’t think about this anymore, just think about how to treat it!
Through contact, he learned about the other person's condition, and understood where the guy in front of him was injured specifically, and it all depended on how to use the medicine.
It's just... I have never prepared medicine for humans since I started learning skills. I don't understand the dosage, potions, etc. at all.
"The pig is bigger than him, so if the potion is reduced by half, it should be OK..."
After thinking for a while, Su Yin came to a conclusion, took out a pen and paper, and quickly wrote down a prescription.
The wild boar we raised at the time trampled a lot of the crops. The donkey was so angry that he kicked it and seriously injured it. It was cured by this recipe. As long as the amount is halved, there should be nothing wrong.
"Myrrh at home..."
After reacting after writing, Su Yin smiled bitterly.
Although the medicinal materials prescribed are very common, they just moved here and only planted some grain. The medicinal materials were not involved. They can only go to the mountains to pick some tomorrow. I hope this guy can last until dawn.
After walking out of the room, I felt very hungry.
Soon, a sumptuous meal appeared on the table, and the rich aroma floated in along the window and penetrated into the body of the big devil.
I don’t know how long it took to absorb it, but Bliss slowly woke up.
"Am I there?"
When I wanted to get up, I realized that my whole body was in severe pain, and I couldn't move at all. My consciousness extended from my body, and after observing a circle, I immediately reacted.
This is... back to the yard!
He was seriously injured again, and even the original demonic energy was damaged. As a result... instead of escaping, he was imprisoned here, which is really sad.
"what is that… "
Knowing that it was already a luxury to want to escape, just when he felt that he had no regrets, he saw something on the table not far away, shining brightly, and the true meaning of the Holy Yuan radiated from above, illuminating the whole room, as warm as spring.
His pupils shrank, and the Demon King was filled with excitement.
Could it be that... the true meaning of Saint Yuan in this courtyard is released from here
If it was true, even though he didn't escape, he was a blessing in disguise!
"Swallow!"
The power inside the body circulated, and the true meaning of the Holy Yuan slowly descended, nourishing his seriously injured body and restoring the damaged original demonic energy.
I don't know how long it took, but my soul recovered a lot. Then I became energetic, and the paper that released my true meaning slowly flew towards him.
"So beautiful..." The big devil was immediately confused.
On the paper, there are more than a hundred words densely packed, each one has an edge and contains a special path. People can't help but be intoxicated after just one glance.
To be able to write such fonts, it doesn't take much to think about it. He must have practiced calligraphy to the limit, reaching a level beyond his reach.
Watching it regularly will not only help you recover quickly, but you can also take the opportunity to make breakthroughs if you fail!
"This seems to be a prescription...could it be used to treat my injuries?" The big devil was ecstatic.
How precious should the prescription left by the master be? How powerful? Needless to say, if he could get all the medicinal ingredients, his injuries would definitely be intact in no time.
Full of excitement, I couldn't help but read out the above content: "Angelica sinensis 5 qian, Chuanxiong 5 qian, white peony root 5 qian..."
As an old monster who has lived for thousands of years, he is very experienced in treating injuries and wounds.
The prescription in front of me is indeed the first choice for treating injuries. No matter the medicine or the quantity, it is very gentle and cautious, giving people the feeling of a master of medicine.
Nodding secretly, he imagined that the person who was prescribing the medicine had a kind face and kind eyes, and a benevolent heart. The following words appeared in front of his eyes.
"One qian for the guillotine, 1 qian for the poinsettia, 10 jins of bran, 8 jins of thatch roots, 5 jins of sweet potato leaves, and a mud pit..."
"???"
The big devil was stunned.
Although guillotine and poinsettia are poisonous, they can be used to heal wounds when combined with other medicinal materials. I understand... But what does 10 pounds of bran, 8 pounds of thatch root, and 5 pounds of sweet potato leaves mean
Is this thing edible
There is also a mud pit...
You only use this thing to feed pigs... Isn't it for me to heal my wounds, but for the pigs
The big devil was heartbroken.
I feel like the person who wrote the prescription is scolding me, but I have no proof...
…
In the dense forest, Yao Zhan, a disciple of Fenglei Sect, hid under a big tree nervously.
call!
A sound of wind blew by, and the figure of an old man suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Elder Mo Feng!" Yao Zhan bowed and clasped his fists.
After receiving the news that the elder came in person, I have been waiting here.
"Where does that young uncle live? Take me there. I want to see for myself what kind of cultivation he has!" Elder Mo Feng gritted his teeth.
The silver-winged green dragon was his pet and his brother. He was killed, roasted and eaten. If this revenge is not avenged, what's the point of living
"Elder, the sect leader just sent an order, asking us not to worry about our junior uncle's affairs, but to find a way to buy the spiritual weapons sold by the Great Salt Trading Company!" Yao Zhanjiang handed over the message.
"A peak-level spiritual weapon? I must get this, but I also want to check that little uncle!"
Mo Feng narrowed his eyes: "It's really powerful. It can temporarily avoid the sharp edge. If it's fake, no matter how high the price is, I will kill him to avenge the green dragon!"
"Yes!" Yao Zhan nodded and pointed forward: "This is the place where Senior Silver-winged Qingjiao fought with that young uncle. The elder can take a look first, and then we can make a decision."
"good!"
Nodding, Mo Feng looked around.
It was a very small area of the primeval forest. Only a few trees were broken, and the traces on the ground were not obvious. Obviously, the battle was not fierce. The silver-winged green dragon seemed to be killed by someone with one move, without even resisting.
If that junior uncle really took action and was so powerful, it would be an extravagant hope for him to seek revenge.
"wrong!"
He was full of irritation when suddenly, Elder Mo Feng noticed something and raised his eyebrows.
"What's wrong?" Yao Zhan hurriedly came over.
"Is this leaf originally like this, or did it become like this after the battle?" Elder Mo Feng pointed to a place.
Yao Zhan looked around and saw a handful of leaves on the big tree not far away. There were about a few dozen leaves. The edges were a little blue and gray. They were completely different from the green in other places. Because the number was too small and the changes were not big, he had always been Did not notice.
"It should be... after the battle!" Yao Zhan was a little unsure.
The other leaves have not changed, but this small group is most likely related to the battle.
Elder Mo Feng came to the front in a few steps, picked off a piece and flicked it with his fingers.
call!
A group of faint blue flames rose up and immediately ignited the leaves, with a faint black smoke rising from them.
"As expected..." Elder Mo Feng clenched his fists involuntarily.
"Did Elder Mo discover something?" Yao Zhan looked over curiously.
"Well, nothing unexpected..." Nodding, Elder Mo Feng's eyes boiled with murderous intent: "The silver-winged green dragon was not killed by that young uncle, but by... a demon cultivator!"
(End of chapter)