Jiang Yuze ran to the door and didn't look at the road, but suddenly hit a solid chest, like hitting a wall. He hissed and rubbed his head vigorously, while Jiang Zhige was also clutching his chest in pain.

"Stinky boy! Walk without looking at the road? A slap on his head made a bang. Jiang Yuze was also solid enough, and he ran away with his head covered, moving quickly.

Qing Yao put away her things and prepared to enter the house, when a sloppy man came in with his chest covered, his eyes straightened when he saw him, and he put down the hand covering his chest, pretending to be nothing. But his eyes kept looking at Qing Yao's body, looking like he had never seen a woman, Qing Yao glanced at it coldly, and went into the back room to find Ling'er.

Jiang Zhige's eyes seemed to be glued to Qing Yao's body, until he entered the inner room, and the curtain was lowered to cut off his vision. Only then did he come back to his senses and continued to rub his chest that was hit by Jiang Yuze's stinky boy.

The night was thick, the moon was already hanging in the sky, and more than a dozen seeds were gradually sprouting in the slightly blackened blood soil.

Everyone was excitedly guarding this pot of grass sprouts, Jiang Zhige and Qing Yao continued one after another, taking turns to catalyze with spiritual power. After an hour, the bud turns into a green shoot.

Except for Xiao Ling'er, who was going to sleep, the others were all on guard until dawn.

Overnight, more than a dozen seeds grew together, and none of them were even the appearance of Yunling Grass!

But they are different, each plant looks different, some are ordinary, some are fangs and claws, and some are low fruits, which is not quite the same as everyone thinks.

In the first rays of dawn in the morning, Xiao Ling'er rubbed her hazy sleepy eyes, got up from the bed, and looked at this strange pot of grass with everyone. She was short, so she stood on a stool rubbing her eyes with a distressed expression.

"Ling'er, this, this...... Hiss! What's going on. Jiang Yuze's black eyes were black, and he looked blankly at a large pot of grass that grew like he was free, and began to scratch his head vigorously.

"Ling'er, what should I do? Just sixteen seeds, sixteen of them look like they come out, could it be that they are all disease-curing grass? Xuan Ji looked at these sixteen straw pots, picked a leaf regardless of everyone's eyes, threw it into her mouth and tasted it, there was no taste, and there was nothing special.

"Then try them one by one!" Jiang Zhige, whose face was a little dignified, was categorical.

Last night, he and Qingyao listened to Jiang Yuze talk about Ling'er's thoughts, and they both felt that it was very reasonable, but every time it was the first time, there would be unexpected situations, and it was not unexpected.

"Well, the poor monk is going to test the medicine." Wataru picked out the potted herbs in good condition, recorded their appearance, and began to cook the medicinal soup.

Seeing this, Qing Yao took a hand, and Jiang Yuze and the other dolls could only watch from the side, and they couldn't help much.

The old man in the rivers and lakes was sitting and waiting to test the medicine, and there were already some red rashes on the white-bearded face, but he didn't see how worried he was, anyway, he looked like an old god was there, lying leisurely on the Taishi chair, commanding Qing Yao and Du Sheng. It seems that he is not the one who has the plague, and he is still in the mood to flip through the grass book, and from time to time he praises Wataru for his good painting skills.

Jiang Yuze and the others, Xiao Ling'er has an excellent body and cultivation blessings, and Xiao Yihan's spirit seal protection body, so he is naturally not afraid of the plague; Jiang Yuze has the emperor's qi to protect his body, and the evil demons will not invade; Xuan Ji is a demon of the demon world, and she is not tortured by human diseases at all.

Only Gu Mengmeng, who had not slept all night and was sleepy, went to sleep for a while, turned over in her sleep, and a rash had already appeared on her inconspicuous arm......

The first herbal soup was in the stomach, and the old man still had no red rash, but slammed it, and there was one more. Everyone was disappointed, but the old man said that it took twelve hours for the medicine to see the effect.

"Dead old man, don't tease me, there are sixteen grasses here, you try each one for a day, and when you try it, all the people in Guan Lingcheng are dead!" Hyun Ji frowned.

"Sister Mengmeng, wake up!" Xiao Ling'er was the first to notice that something was wrong with Gu Meng, a dense rash appeared on her arms and legs, accompanied by a high fever.

"What's wrong. Let me. Wataru hurriedly went to the bedside and began to take the pulse with a serious face.

Gu Mengmeng's face was already abnormal, her forehead was hot, her lips were too bright red, she was uncomfortable, and she had a large number of red rashes on her body.

"Alas, those who cross others do not cross themselves!" The old man sighed, doctors don't heal themselves, this has been the case since ancient times.

The speaker has no intention of hearing this, but the listener has the intention. Watsu Sheng's eyelashes trembled, he couldn't help but glance at Xuan Ji next to him, his heart was flustered, but Xuan Ji was looking at Gu Mengmeng and had no time to talk to him.

"You guys, first of all, you have to find the source of the disease, if you can know what is spreading the plague, you can prescribe the right medicine and find the plague grass." The old man still had two brushes, touching his goatee.

"The source of the disease?" Jiang Zhige thought for a moment, and strode out with the sword on his back.

Xiao Ling'er ran fast with her little short legs, and hurriedly followed, Jiang Yuze also followed out when she saw this, Xuan Ji let Du Sheng guard Gu Mengmeng, and she also floated out.

They walked through several alleys until they came to a wide road, which was littered with groaning patients, and on the road lay dead or alive, and the walls and doors were stained with bright red blood, and strands of cloth and dried flesh hung on them.

A man on the side of the road suddenly went berserk and desperately began to scratch himself with his hands! His clothes were torn to shreds, his face was scorched with abscesses, his eyes were bulging, and the eyelids of one eye were gone, except for an eyeball that was about to fall out.

He scratched his whole body frantically, rubbed where he couldn't reach, and stuck himself to the wall like a rag, scratching with his hands while rubbing.

Seeing a normal man with a sword on his back and three children in the middle of the road, he staggered towards them, still scratching as he walked, saying save me, save me.

Jiang Zhige hurriedly stood up and protected several children behind him. Jiang Yuze saw that the man was unclothed and looked miserable. Hurriedly stretched out his hand and covered Xiao Ling'er's eyes with one hand. Xiao Ling'er's eyes were dark, and she couldn't see anything.

Xuan Ji flicked his fingers, and the demonic qi condensed into a puff of air, hitting the man's leg, and the man knelt down at that time, and then fell heavily on the ground and passed out.

They hurried across the street to the center of the widest street, and stopped in front of a quiet house. Jiang Zhige stood and pushed open the wooden door, and with a squeak, a few bamboo shoots inside were smoking tender shoots on the ground at the door.

"Bamboo!" Jiang Yuze slapped his brain! I immediately thought of bamboo, and then blurted out.

Then Hyun Ji also remembered that the leaf she picked this morning was a bit like a bamboo leaf.

Xiao Ling'er blinked, thought for a while, and walked to the small piece of bamboo shoot. After looking at it carefully for a while, I dug out a few bamboo rice from the ground.

Not far from the bamboo shoots, there were traces of soil renovation, and Xiao Ling'er saw a crooked wooden board with the words: My brother, the tomb of Jiubai.

Jiang Zhige took them back to Langzhong's shed, and there was no wine in the wine jug, but a pot of river water. They tried again with the water of the river, and this time the seeds produced the same grass, like a low miniature bamboo, but with soft neck leaves and white fruits at the end.

At the end of March, the city lord of Guan Ling ordered the people of the city to find an herb similar to bamboo, collect the white fruit on it, hand it over to the government, boil it into a pot, and then everyone had a portion.

In the dense grass on the riverbed, tens of thousands of people were looking for the kind of herbs like bamboo, and they collected nearly 100 catties in one day. The government set up porridge sheds in each place and distributed white medicinal soups.

In April, the epidemic was cured.

Demon Realm, as soon as Wang Jiulan opened his eyes, he saw the gloomy sky. He lay down next to the pool of blood, sat up and found himself recovering, still holding a lotus belly pocket in his hand.

"Me, am I finally dead?" He began to look around, looking for his father and Jiubai.

"Nope." Yuan Qingzhi didn't know what he was doing by the lake, holding a long bamboo in his hand.

Only then did Wang Jiulan realize that there was actually a person in the blood pool, and his eyes were stained red with strips of cloth wrapped in blood. Whenever he tried to climb out, the man with clear eyebrows pressed him back with the bamboo in his hand.

"Ah Cheng, you will stay honest for ten days, and you will be able to come up when the water in this pool turns white," Yuan Qingzhi broke Ah Cheng's hand on the edge of the pool, ignoring Ah Cheng's complaining face, and pushed him to the center of the blood pool.

He ...... What is he doing? Why didn't I die? Wang Jiulan looked at the blind man, immersed in the red pool, floating and sinking, as if he didn't like to stay in it.

"He is healing, Ah Cheng has a very serious injury, his limbs are intact, but his flesh and blood are broken, and he can only nourish his blood with blood. Hey, Ah Cheng, I know you don't like the smell of blood, just once, you are obedient. So saying, he pushed him into the middle of the pool with a bamboo.

"Can't you find a way to be human?" After Ah Cheng finished speaking, he realized that he had said the wrong thing, here...... Where is there another person?

"Hehe, it's okay, I'm not human again." Yuan Qingzhi laughed at himself, as if he didn't care much.

"No, not people?" Wang Jiulan took a few steps back, staring at the two of them in horror.

"Ah, yes. What did you just ask? Why didn't you die? Yuan Qingzhi put down the bamboo, walked in front of him, looked at Wang Jiulan seriously, and told him calmly

"Because, the devil is immortal."

Qingling Mountain, under the full moon, a thin mist shrouds the bamboo forest.

Xiao Ling'er played with Xiao Xuanwu for a while, but she didn't see her master. So he walked out of the Qingshuang Hall and stepped on the stone steps to find the master.

In the bamboo forest, in the room, on the stone bridge, in the medicine field, and on the back mountain, the master was not there.

Xiao Ling'er walked to the Cold Water Spring with Xiao Hei in her arms, shook her head and was about to leave, when she suddenly turned back, and her little head turned her head to look at the drooping Cold Spring Waterfall.

The Nine Heavens Cold Water Pool is divided into inside and outside, pouring down from the sky, flowing through the stone bridge and then pouring thousands of miles into the main peak, and storing it in the curved pool behind the main peak hall.

And in the stone wall behind the waterfall, there is also a pool, but it is like a thousand years of cold ice inside, and people who are not cultivated enough can't bear it, so Xiao Ling'er's young master naturally doesn't allow her to enter. But the bright moonlight saw the stone wall, and she looked at it, and there were traces of people entering.

Xiao Yihan has been meditating here since he was a child, and he will take off his clothes and enter the cold water. The stone wall is hung with ice all the year round, and a breath of air here can freeze the heart and lungs, but it can also use this pressing cold to smelt the mind and strengthen the physique.

When he first came, he was too young and his physique was weak, so Xiao was useless and took the water here to wash him, and he did this every day. When it was just washed, it was frozen into an ice sculpture all of a sudden, and the ancestor slapped the table next to him, laughing heartlessly......

Later, he grew up, and he was not afraid of cold water, but he developed the habit of practicing here.

The little girl hugged Xiao Xuanwu, sneakily looked into the stone wall, and quietly slipped in.

It was too cold inside, the flowers and plants did not grow, and the little Xuanwu in his arms felt the cold, and his limbs shrank into the turtle shell, and he couldn't knock it out. Xiao Ling'er just wanted to laugh at it, but then her nose itched, and she secretly said that it was not good!

Then she saw Master......

The master sitting in the water took off his shirt, his long black hair was scattered around his waist, and under the white waist was the nine days of cold water, and the master looked back...... Then, Xiao Ling'er couldn't help but close her eyes hard and let out a loud sneeze!

The snot was thrown out, and as soon as the hand was released, the unlucky little black popped and fell into the water.