The effect of the elixir can only be applied to the spiritual veins inside the body.

Although it also has the effect of rejuvenating the skin, it is different from the treatment method that the elixir master directly acts on the body. The medicinal liquid that glutinous rice was refined for the pillar before, and the pillar has been soaking the body, actually belongs to the category of the elixir master.

Before feeding the monk the pill, she first spread out all the fairy grasses on her hands on the cloth, and then picked out some of the fairy grasses, pinched them directly with her hands, and after they became half-pasted, she directly pasted those fairy grasses on the wound in front of her.

The herbs used in almost every wound are subtly different, and the recipe used during this period is not fixed in any way, but is the result of the glutinous rice's own long-term experience. In the face of different wounds, the fairy grass used is different.

The monks behind him were obviously very curious about this, and they looked at it on their tiptoes for a long time, and found that they couldn't figure out what the glutinous rice was doing, and they couldn't see what kind of fairy grass the glutinous rice was using, and they didn't want to give up, so they kept watching the movements of the glutinous rice stupidly.

Although the glutinous rice is very delicately made in his hands, in fact, his thoughts have already drifted far away.

Although she looked at it meticulously, in fact, these things were what she was used to doing. The only thing she needed to think about was to determine what kind of fairy grass was needed for this wound. She herself had already cultivated into a state of one body and two souls, and half of her divine consciousness was used to deal with wounds. The remaining half of the consciousness can be used to think about the things that you mind.

The aura emanating from the wounds on this Xuantian Pavilion disciple was really too familiar to her. Living is the aura on Ye Fan's body. She was so familiar with Ye Fan that she wanted to deceive herself, saying that she couldn't do it if there was something wrong with her feelings.

Mu Kui had lived with her for so long before, Mu Kui's body was full of Ye Fan's aura, and no matter how keen Mu Kui was, he wouldn't have problems with Ye Fan's aura.

But if the wound on this Xuantian Pavilion disciple really had the aura from Ye Fan, then this matter would be a little unclear.

If you think about the good. It can be considered that this monk was a traitor, and was attacked by Ye Fan when he betrayed the sect. But that's the idea. Even Nuomi himself couldn't believe it. It was really that she knew about the things in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect before, and she had long had a distrust of Ye Fan.

In addition, although the wounds on this monk's body are very messy, as long as they are with aura, they will be full of Ye Fan's breath. Not even a single wound had the wounds of other monks on it. If this monk is really a traitor, I'm afraid he won't just be attacked by Ye Fan.

Thinking like this, Nuomi suddenly became distressed.

Ye Fan, the former senior brother, has always been a very decent memory in her heart. In her impression, her feelings for Ye Fan were still stuck on the night when she was rescued.

She still remembers that night wind was very cold, and it hurt for a while. She didn't know how many miles she walked, stumbling, and finally caught up with the team of Ten Thousand Swords Sect recruiting disciples, with a dirty smell all over her body. Stopped at the front of the line.

Maybe until later, she didn't have the opportunity to ask Ye Fan why she suddenly softened her heart in the first place. Let her join the team. So much so that over the years, no matter how much she watched Ye Fan do ridiculous things, she still couldn't change the mind in her heart.

Ye Fan's hands were stained with blood again, and she still felt that maybe there was still such a soft place in the other party's heart, just like the point that she touched back then, maybe as long as anyone could shake Ye Fan a little. He will let that gentleness unleash completely.

She always thought that what Ye Fan wanted was just a stable cultivation. has always used such reasons to excuse Ye Fan's behavior.

But if Ye Fan also dragged Xuantian Pavilion into the abyss, what excuse would she have to put on Ye Fan.

Even the glutinous rice himself felt at a loss.

Maybe Ye Fan didn't care about this qiē at all, because in his eyes, these things were like things that didn't exist at all.

The monks outside looked at Nuomi so focused on doing things, and they didn't even say a word, but they didn't know that her heart had actually turned a hundred times, and they didn't know how many thoughts had crossed their minds.

While thinking about these things, Nuomi finally managed to deal with all the wounds on the Xuantian Pavilion monk's body, but she still couldn't come up with a reason.

She herself has been doing things all the way with the appearance of one body and two souls, and no one has noticed her strangeness except for the pillar.

After taking care of those wounds, the rest of the matter is much simpler. All she had to do was select a few suitable pills and feed them to the monk, and she would be considered to have completed the disposal. Next, as long as this monk is allowed to recuperate a lot, he will soon recover.

When he wanted to feed the monk's elixir, he didn't need the glutinous rice to signal, the pillar had already taken the initiative to lean forward, took the elixir from the glutinous rice's hand, and was responsible for feeding it to the monk's mouth.

In fact, Xiao Jingyan is also willing to do this work, but his relationship with glutinous rice is now a little estranged, and he has never made any statement. This kind of alienation is not because of who is between them, but because the glutinous rice is close to the pillar, it will naturally have a sense of distance with Xiao Jingyan.

When Nuomi was treating the wound with fairy grass before, the medicinal paste of those fairy grass was applied to the wound, which only stopped the blood spots coming out of the wound, and did not heal at all. Now it was just a pill of pills, and the wounds on the monk's body were rapidly healing together at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.

The monks who were watching on the side even felt itchy in their hearts, and they wanted to rush forward directly, grab the glutinous rice and ask them well, but they really couldn't do it.

They are really curious about the processing of glutinous rice.

Take pills, they've seen; Treating wounds with immortal grass is not without an elixir master doing this. But the way Glutinous Rice treats wounds is different from that of the Elixir Master. They even couldn't figure out why the fairy grass, which couldn't make the wound heal at all, still bother to go to the wound.

In the minds of these monks, such waste was clearly unnecessary. If those immortal herbs can be directly used to open a furnace for alchemy, maybe they can refine a furnace of pills, which is naturally much more practical than rubbing them on the wound.

The only one who was close to Nuomi and qualified to speak was the only one from Chixiao Dao.

But Chixiao Dao people are the kind of people who are not willing to open their mouths. At this time, although he was standing beside the glutinous rice, he might also be curious about the handling of the glutinous rice, but he still stood silently and didn't even say a superfluous word. Didn't even ask about the situation.

Probably because he didn't feel the need to ask anymore.

There were no obvious wounds on the Xuantian Pavilion's body, and naturally there would be no blood coming out, and even his breathing became calm, and he looked like he would wake up.

Instead, Nuomi opened his mouth to explain: "He could have woken up immediately." But it's not really good for his body. I see that you also want him to join the sect, so don't be in a hurry to let him hurt his vitality. Among the pills I fed, there was a * pill, which could make him sleep for another half a day, and he would naturally wake up after half a day. ”

When the people of Chixiao Dao heard this, they felt that there was no need to ask. So he left a group of monks outside scratching their hearts and livers, but they didn't dare to speak at all.

This is also in the sect outside.

If it was changed to the Qianren Sect, the disciples under the sect knew that Nuomi was easy-going, so they would not have any embarrassment, and they would definitely surround Nuomi directly, knowing that everyone's doubts had been solved or they were driven away by Zhu Zi and Xiao Jingyan, this would disperse in a hurry.

Now in the sect outside, glutinous rice is a lot easier.

The unconscious monk was no longer sent back to the small, stuffy shack, just in the open air. He has no wounds on his body now, let alone any fear of the wind.

Although it was said that it took a long time for the big guys to build the hut, but in fact, when it was vacated, no monk was willing to go in and live for half a day, and the environment inside was too terrible to be left alone.

After dealing with the monk's injuries, what Nuomi had to do was over.

At the back of the crowd, Achu was still shouting something unrelentingly. Nuomi hesitated for a moment, then leaned over to the pillar and asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, when I was doing something just now, did he keep shouting like this, and he didn't stop?" ”

The pillar frowned, recalled it a little, and then nodded a little uncertainly, and said, "I don't care too much, it seems to be." ”

“…… The mental head is really good. Glutinous rice can only boast like this.

She didn't know how to evaluate Achu's spirit, so she could only silently close her mouth and pull the pillar to the side.

The Chixiao Daoist led them around the ugly shack, as if they were carrying a group of glutinous rice, a few half-demons, and the monks and disciples of the entire sect, directly from the front of the shack to the center of the sect.

"I'll just wait here for half a day."

Against the backdrop of Achu's noisy voice, the people of Chixiao Dao became more and more silent, and even this kind sentence was quite simple. (To be continued)