In this world, there is no one who doesn't like treasures, let alone "peerless treasures", and Cheng Xiaotian is of course no exception, so he stopped.

"Tell me what it is." Cheng Xiaotian turned around and asked, but did not walk back.

Youyou smiled: "You don't know? It seems that this is indeed the secret of your family! ”

"I can tell there's a ghost." These are Cheng Xiaotian's inner words, but he didn't express them, and he remained silent.

Sure enough, there was no need for Cheng Xiaotian to ask, he looked around, lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "According to the description of my teacher, the great holy apostle, Sandoval, it is an oracle sealed in an ancient scroll!" And it was because of that oracle that your father was inspired to grow into a powerful weaver. ”

I have to say that Youyou is very talented in language, and this paragraph is full of emotion and incitement. However, Mao didn't, Cheng Xiaotian let out an "oh" after listening to it, and continued to turn around and leave.

He just wanted to inquire about the treasures of "his own home", and as for any suggestion from this undead female priestess, he was not going to accept it. If she's a blade hunter, maybe consider it.

Besides, what level of magic weapon can this so-called "oracle" be? Judging from his understanding of this world, at most, it is at the same level as his own anode, and it is not worth his risk.

However, from her words, Cheng Xiaotian still got some important information, for example, his cheap daddy Haber and Elliot turned out to be a weaver, which is equivalent to the existence of Jindan cultivation!

Because of the different cultivation systems, it is actually difficult to equate the two, and both martial artists and monks here are relatively worldly, and because of this, their exercises tend to emphasize teamwork, which is the opposite of that of cultivators. For example, if the weaver were to duel with the Jindan monk, there was no chance of winning at all, but when it came to the ability to damage groups on the battlefield, the weaver was even better.

Gossip and stop, seeing that Cheng Xiaotian really said to leave, Youyou finally couldn't hold her breath anymore, she hurriedly lifted the hem of her robe and followed quickly.

"Viscount Cheng Xiaotian, don't you want to revive your family's prestige, so you plan to hide here for the rest of your life?" Youyou caught up with Cheng Xiaotian and continued to work hard.

Cheng Xiaotian was not moved at all, turned to the left of Youyou and walked forward, without looking at her. He can see that he has such a little ability, and Youyou not only shares the information with himself, but also begs Bai Lai to pull himself into the gang, so this matter is either a conspiracy, or it can't be without himself.

Either way, it was enough for him to refuse.

"I'm looking for medicine now, it's urgent, I don't have time to pay attention to anything else." Cheng Xiaotian said.

"Medicine?" I don't know how healthy this Mr. Viscount looks.

"Yes, the medicine for diarrhea, all my villagers have been suffering from diarrhea for several days, and if they are not cured, they are afraid that they will die." Cheng Xiaotian said.

Yu Yu was shocked when he heard this: "Plague?!" Are you looking for the Plague Flower? ”

The victims of the epidemic area are not a good title, once the word spreads, others will avoid you, so Cheng Xiaotian feels that it is necessary to clarify this matter. At that moment, he told the origin of the villagers' diarrhea, 1510, to Youyouting, of course, the details of the marrow cleansing pill were not described.

Yu Yu listened and listened, his face was first surprised, then realized, and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Viscount Cheng Xiaotian, I will help you heal the villagers, and you must accompany me to get the oracle back, this condition should be reasonable, right?"

After thinking about it, she added: "I'm just observing and studying, and the ownership of things is still yours, how about it?"

This time, Cheng Xiaotian finally hesitated.

After a while, Cheng Xiaotian raised his head and looked directly at Youyou: "Are you sure you can be cured?" This is no joke! ”

Yu Yu nodded his head: "I'm sure and sure, just ......"

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"Just light the horseshoe grass and bake it for an hour, and you'll be healed in no time." A young man stood at the top of the Mochizuki slope and shouted in the direction of the village.

The man was a slender man, covered with a loose robe, and his face was soft and handsome. His long green hair is bundled and his pointed ears are a physical trait that suggests that he is a rare elf in the area.

Elves like dwarves like to travel around to kill long lives, and there are some old people in the area who have seen elven travelers. However, this was more than ten years ago, and since the Arathi Basin was annexed by the Orc Empire, not only have no elven travelers appeared here, but even dwarves are rare.

However, the villagers of Mochizuki were not surprised by him in the slightest, because there was an elf among the leaders of the village, and the one who was calling him now was her cousin.

Now all the villagers are lying on the ground at the foot of the Mochizuki slope, Jack and Ruth are serving tea and water to everyone, and little Jessica is held in her arms by Isara.

I forgot to mention that Jessica is the daughter of Jake and Ruth, and the name that Ishara gave her when she returned.

"Old Dawson, go find the horseshoe." Ishara yelled to the side.

Old Dawson, who had been standing by for a long time, didn't say a word, and drove the carriage straight to the grassland outside the village.

The elf man on the Mochizuki slope nodded in satisfaction.

"Blue Feather, are you sure it works?" Isara asked, a little guilty.

Lan Yu is a typical Night Elf, not only handsome in appearance, but also with an elegance that belongs to the Night Elves. Different from the artificiality of human aristocracy, his temperament is natural and harmonious, which makes people feel noble and does not produce a sense of distance.

Of course, this is talking about the present, as for what kind of virtue he will become after getting along with Cheng Xiaotian in the future......

Let's put it this way, many years later, when the high-ranking Blue Feather was asked about this experience at the round table of the Cenarion Council, his emotions instantly lost control, not only slapping the table and scolding his mother, but also pressing the reporter to the ground and beating him to death, which was rumored to be a momentary conversation.

"My sister, don't you still believe me?" Hearing Isara's question, Blue Feather walked downhill to Isara's side, and asked rhetorically with humility and confidence.

Next, Lan Yu patiently explained the origin to her sister Isara.

It turned out that it wasn't that there was anything wrong with Cheng Xiaotian's Cleansing Pill, in fact, in Lan Yu's opinion, this was a very magical medicine, and with the pharmacology that Lan Yu knew, it couldn't be parsed at all.

The common secret medicine in Azeroth is generally divided into three categories - healing, recovery and recharge, and drugs that fundamentally improve the human body such as the Cleansing Pill have never appeared. This discovery made Lan Yu very excited, and he couldn't wait to meet Cheng Xiaotian and ask for the mysteries in it.

If the principle of this drug is revealed, it will definitely trigger a great revolution in the pharmacology community, Lan Yu concluded!

Seeing his cousin dancing and talking about pharmacology and couldn't stop at all, Isara, who didn't know anything about it, had to interrupt his tirade.

Who is tired of listening to this......

"Actually, I just wanted to ask them how they could be, and that old Dawson guy was fine." Ishara said quietly.

The next moment, the faint Isara, casually glanced towards the Moon Slope and saw the quiet coming over.

I saw that on the top of the Mochizuki slope, first a faint appearance completely wrapped in a robe, and then a pile of horseshoe grass poked out little by little.

Lan Yu was unaware of this, and continued to explain her sister's question.

Fifteen years ago, the mighty weaver Haber died here, and no one knows exactly how he died, but all indications suggest that he probably blew himself up. The strongest evidence to support this argument is the magical fluctuations that ensued the basin for a full month.

Unless it self-destructs while full of mana, the remaining mana fluctuations will never last that long.

This kind of magic fluctuation is not felt by ordinary people, but it cannot escape its influence, and the inhabitants of the basin have been soaked in this wave of magic tsunami for a month, and a large amount of tyrannical magical energy has accumulated in their bodies, which will linger for the rest of their lives. Ordinary work and life are nothing, but once another energy appears in the body, it will inevitably lead to conflict.

Explaining this, Lan Yu began to summarize his statement: "The potency of the medicine conflicts with these magical energies, and they can't tell the difference, so they will fight repeatedly in their bodies, and it's strange if they don't have diarrhea." Just ......"

Before he finished speaking, he only heard the faint words coming from behind him: "Just ignite the horseshoe grass with almost no magical energy around you, form a force of attraction, and pull the magic energy in their body outward, after the balance is broken, the medicinal effect will immediately drive these magic energy away." ”

Lan Yu was startled and turned around suddenly.

"An undead?" Lan Yu asked in surprise.