After a long time, Lin Yifei opened his eyes, and the four *** qi spirits in his eyes reached an unprecedented peak, and the medical skills of the medical immortal Hua Tuo were in hand.

In the depths of Lin Yifei's mind, it is imprinted with Hua Tuo's lifelong practice of medical skills, in addition to a volume of the Qing Capsule Sutra, a set of exercises called Hua Tuo's re-creation exercises.

Lin Yifei only tried to run this exercise in his body slightly, that is, he felt that the essence and blood in his body that he had lost in the morning were rebuilt at a rate of dozens of times, and in just ten minutes, the blood qi in his body was back to its peak, and in addition, the wounds on the original palm had also healed, and there was no trace of injury.

"He is worthy of being a famous medical immortal in the fairy world." Lin Yifei couldn't help but admire.

Now that he is so mentally satisfied, he can't sleep, and there are still five hours before dawn, so Lin Yifei naturally can't waste it.

Moving his stiff fingers, Lin Yifei decided to finish this first debut book in his life tonight, the number of words that have been released plus the number of words in the manuscript has reached 800,000 words, Lin Yifei made up his mind to have a great consummation, a million-word ending.

Five hours and 200,000 words is naturally impossible for ordinary people to complete, but for Lin Yifei, time is more than enough.

In fact, it only took four and a half hours, and under Lin Yifei's deliberate control, the number of words was finally fixed at one million words. At the rate of publishing 10,000 words a day, it can continue to be published for a month and a half.

A month and a half later, Lin Yifei will start preparing for the release of his new book. Regarding the subject matter of the new book, Lin Yifei already has a general direction in mind.

The city life in the first book and the touching romance plot are really unavoidable, mainly because Lin Yifei didn't know in advance that his computer was suddenly connected to heaven.

However, fortunately, the immortals did not dwell on the content so much, but a large part of the fairies became loyal fans of his book, and in terms of results, it was not too much of a failure, and the foundation of the first step was quite solid.

In this second step, what Lin Yifei has to do is to further deepen and consolidate his position in the hearts of the immortals in the fairy world, not at the level of giving them the opportunity to enlighten, but from the level of the novel, so that they can fully realize the charm of the novel.

Therefore, the theme of Lin Yifei's second book is the ancient flood, so he needs some time to sort out the ancient legends of this world, and then combine the clues in various ancient classics in the fairy world to make up a complete story of the ancient flood.

Anyway, except for the old antiques like Sanqing, the others basically don't know anything, this story is not made up with Lin Yifei, and they really have to believe it, even Sanqing can't find a specific example to refute it. Because in their impression, Traceless is a living ancient god.

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At six o'clock, the sky outside was getting brighter, Lin Yifei stretched his waist, and after a simple wash, he decided to go out to forage for food.

The campus at six o'clock in the morning is quiet, especially at this time, there are not many people who can crawl out of the bed, three or five diligent students can be seen on the playground in the morning exercise, and there are only a limited number of students who hurriedly walk by with schoolbags on their backs, and Lin Yifei is a little embarrassed.

Thinking that he seems to have not been to class for a long time, although half a month is the reason for filming, but the counselor who always targets him for some reason is not easy to deal with, and this time I am afraid that he will find some lame reason to annoy him.

Shaking his head, leaving this boring thought out of his mind, Lin Yifei turned around and walked outside the school, since the last time he drank in Yang Pingshun's shop, he had never had a chance to go back and have a look, and he was more or less unreasonable. After all, Lin Yifei is half a part-time job there, and even if he doesn't go, he has to talk to Yang Pingshun in person.

It took ten minutes to walk to the small restaurant that didn't look very beautiful on the outside but was very neat on the inside, so that Lin Yifei was a little strange that it was almost half past six now, and Yang Pingshun hadn't opened the store yet. Although Yang Pingshun, a small restaurant, does not sell breakfast, according to Lin Yifei's understanding of Yang Pingshun, this old man over sixty years old has definitely opened the store on time at six o'clock every day for ten years, and he prepares everything alone in advance, and he can't move.

"Uncle Yang, are you there, Uncle Yang? I'm a flyer. Lin Yifei knocked on the door and shouted.

No one answered, but Lin Yifei, whose hearing had greatly improved, had already heard the sound of someone getting out of bed inside, but the sound was a little strange, not very coherent, and vaguely accompanied by a few painful coughs, which made Lin Yifei's heart sink, and his intuition told him that something might have happened.

It took ten minutes for the door of the shop to be opened from the inside.

"Xiaofei, you're here, sorry for keeping you waiting." Yang Pingshun forced a smile on his disgraced face, and the next moment he coughed violently holding his chest.

"Uncle Yang, what's wrong with you?" Lin Yifei was startled, and hurriedly reached out to help Yang Pingshun into the store, and glanced around, confirming the guess in his heart.

The small storefront, which was originally so neat, looked dusty at this time, and it seemed that no one had cleaned it for more than half a month, and there were still a few broken chairs and a broken table piled up in the corner of the small shop.

"Uncle Yang, what the hell is going on?" Lin Yifei asked.

Yang Pingshun smiled and said: "It's okay, it's okay, Xiaofei don't worry, people are old, there are many kinds of problems, it seems that this small shop is finally coming to an end, sorry, Yifei, I can't continue to hire you, I'm afraid I will have to move back to my hometown in the countryside in the next two days." ”

Lin Yifei's heart sank again, and if he could make Yang Pingshun say such a thing, it meant that he had really encountered an irresistible incident.

Lin Yifei knew that the reason why Yang Pingshun still stuck to such a small shop at such a young age was of course not for money, but for a promise, a promise to his dead wife, to keep their beginning until the end. This small shop is the spiritual sustenance of Yang Pingshun's life, and it is definitely not something that can be easily given up.

Thinking of this, Lin Yifei took Yang Pingshun's right hand and gently put it on the pulse of his right wrist, and the medical skills of the Chinese medicine Xian Hua Tuo in his mind were activated, and all the pathological information in Yang Pingshun's body was clearly perceived by Lin Yifei.

Qi and blood stasis, blockage of meridians, blockage of the six intestines, tearing and congestion of muscles, cracks in many bones of the body, and puncture of the lungs...... The severity of the injuries in Yang Pingshun's body made Lin Yifei extremely angry, and his body trembled slightly, because of anger. With such a serious injury, at Yang Pingshun's age, I am afraid that he can live for half a month at most. Yang Pingshun probably knew that his life was short, so he said that he would return to his hometown in the countryside earlier, just to prevent Lin Yifei from worrying about him.

"Xiaofei, what are you ......" Yang Pingshun wondered.

"Uncle Yang, don't talk yet, let me treat you first." Lin Yifei said, the medical immortal skill was fully activated, and the treatment plan was drawn instantly.

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