After sorting out all his thoughts, Fu Yunge felt that the injuries on his body seemed to be about to move, and he lay back on the bed at the suggestion of the old doctor. Although I still have some worries in my heart, I can finally deal with it calmly.

All night, with the assistance of the old doctor's herbs, Fu Yunge lay flat on the stone bed, concentrating on recuperating his true qi and making up for his injuries to speed up his healing.

With the help of the Sixth Form, he had a better understanding of the Qi Refining Technique he had learned before. The desert is dry, and although the usable air is thin, it is also more pure.

After one night of cultivation, his injuries improved greatly. Until the moment when the dawn of the morning flowed into the prism window, Fu Yunge slowly sat up, internalizing his qi, quite complacent.

Looking out the door, there was still no trace of poinsettia plums.

Despite the growing uneasiness in his heart, he was still reluctant to make such a guess. After all, the cultivation of his predecessors is unfathomable, and if he encounters accidents, it will be a fantasy.

Seeing that the old doctor hadn't woken up yet, Fu Yunge took the initiative to cook for the two. There was a small side door next to the inner room, and inside was the kitchen, where some grain and other ingredients were piled up.

Soon, a pot of white rice porridge was cooked. The fragrance wafted out of the kitchen, waking up the old doctor who was still sleeping.

When he opened his eyes, he just felt puzzled, and saw Fu Yunge walking towards him with a wooden bowl. The aroma of white porridge wafted far away, filling the entire inner room with the strange fragrance of herbs and rice.

He quickly shook his spirits and looked out the window. Seeing that the morning sun had slowly risen, he suddenly stood up from his chair: "Alas, I'm sleeping." And your medicinal soup is not stewed, this memory is really old. ”

couldn't help but say, he pushed Fu Yunge back to the bed to rest, saying that his vitality had not yet recovered and he could not exercise at will.

Fu Yunge excused himself a few times, then stopped insisting, and followed the instructions of the old doctor to lie back on the bed and began to continue his luck cultivation.

Time flies. In the blink of an eye, it was noon, and the smoky sun outside was baking the sand, and the bright and scorching sun was burning with all its might, and it was very hot.

Fu Yunge was bored, and after he recuperated, his body injuries recovered quickly. Coupled with the blessing of the medicinal decoction and the medicinal effect of the silver snail golden gallbladder, by noon, he even felt healed.

Really feeling that his heart was on fire, Fu Yunge sat up from the bed, kicked on his shoes and went outside to find the old doctor.

The old doctor was looking through the medical books on the table in the outer hall at the moment, and he was shocked to see one more person. Seeing that it was Fu Yunge who came over, he sandwiched a yellow leaf that was used as a bookmark and slowly closed the book.

"Looks like you've looked a lot better, that's good. The old doctor looked at his cheeks briefly, bowed his head and said, "The recovery is very fast, it seems that the silver snail gold gall is really worthy of the name of the world's treasure." ”

Fu Yunge nodded. But what he cares about now is not these, but the safety of Poinsettia plum.

"The senior hasn't come back yet, and I'm worried that something has happened to him. After thinking about it, Fu Yunge said bluntly.

"Oh, he. The old doctor pinched his chin, his face showing a little worry, "Indeed, there is only half a day left before the appointment." ”

Fu Yunge looked out the door uneasily, but there was still no familiar figure outside.

Could it be that the seniors were sniped by the Nine Devil Shadow again?

A thought flashed through his mind, but then he dispelled it immediately. It stands to reason that Jiu Che Xiaoying has withdrawn his troops from the desert, and if the predecessors are bent on seeking medicine, they will definitely be cautious, and it is impossible to easily expose their whereabouts.

He shook his head vigorously, as if to shake off all the bad thoughts.

Perhaps, the predecessors have already obtained the medicinal materials and are rushing back. He silently comforted himself. In fact, he was not sure, but since there was still a glimmer of room, he preferred to believe that it was the result of such a happy ending.

His mind turned back and forth, Fu Yunge's fists were sometimes clenched and sometimes released, and his eyes were dim.

Suddenly, at this moment, from outside the window, a closed envelope flew in!

Fu Yunge's eyes were bright, and he raised his hand to grab Feixin. The old doctor looked up, and then looked out of the window in disbelief.

Fu Yunge pinched the envelope, which seemed to be bulging with something.

He opened the seal and poured all the contents on the table. Inside was a short letter, as well as a piece of gadget that fell out at the end.

"It's a silver snail and a golden gall. Fu Yunge put down the envelope, pinched up the letter paper and the golden thing and said.

The old doctor looked up curiously, his eyes full of puzzlement.

Fu Yunge casually put the silver snail gold gall on the table, looked at the letter in front of him, and read it slowly:

"The poinsettia plum is a bet on itself, in exchange for a silver snail gold gall of the Nine Thorough Owl Shadows, and it is hereby presented. If you want someone, you can go to the Blackwater Barrier to find it. Thorough banner envoy, thoroughly heard the voice......"

At the end of the reading, Fu Yunge's voice gradually changed tone.

After reading it, the old doctor suddenly saw Fu Yunge's hand holding the letter, and he was already trembling uncontrollably.

Fu Yunge's eyes were dumbfounded, and his lips couldn't stop trembling, as if he was in a cold day. His thoughts were more solid, and at this time he no longer knew what was going on in his head, and he always felt very confused, and it seemed as if he was suddenly empty, and there was nothing.

As soon as the knuckles loosened, the letter paper suddenly fell. When the old doctor picked it up, he found that the place that had just been pinched had been soaked with cold sweat.

"How...... How could it be ......" Fu Yunge was stunned, talking to himself, "senior...... I went to the Nine Owl Shadow ......"