Leaving the rotten swamp, Master Ming Zong did not choose to return to the post station, but took Zheng Qiu to the southwest, away from the direction of the post station. After a half-day journey, they found a small village, built on a hillside, tucked away among the dense woods.

The cultivator who drew the map marked this village on the map as the No. 3 village in Manqiu.

There are very few people in the No. 3 village of Mangqiu, only five families, less than 20 people. There are many wooden cages in the village, and there are many fat gray and black birds in them.

The villagers say that these fat blackbirds, called leaffins, feed them on leaves, and that they are not only the main food ration of the village, but also a commodity for trading with nearby villages.

Master Ming Zong asked the villagers to borrow a room, rinse off the mud that Zhenjiu put on their bodies, and put them on the bed to cut off their clothes and check them.

There is a deep gash in front of his belly, which extends diagonally from the left waist to the right side of the ribs. The master opened the wound and looked inside, but the organs were not damaged, and it should have been avoided at a critical moment.

In this way, the reason for his dying of breath was excessive blood loss.

Master Ming Zong stretched out his fingers and pressed all over the body of Zhenjiu, but there was no stiffness in the muscles, and the Snow Dew Condensing Soul Pill took effect. not only fixed his soul and spirit, but also temporarily protected his physical body.

The pill worked, and the injury was not complicated, Master Ming Zong believed that the chance of saving him had increased from 20% to 50%. Before that, though, it's important to go back to the station, as it contains the key herbs needed for treatment.

In fact, every post station of the Qianyun Sect hid life-saving pills, and these emergency pills were used to save the lives of important people in the sect, and only the elders and sect masters were qualified to use them.

Master Mingzong asked Zheng Qiu to stay in the village, optimistic about Zhenjiu's body, set up a streamer by himself, and rushed back to the post station to get medicine.

When passing by the Waterfall Cliff, Master Ming Zong found that the battle here had long ended, and all the large and small sects that had been arrayed on the river had disappeared. Now only sporadic scattered cultivators still linger here, searching back and forth along the river, picking up masterless magic weapons.

There were a lot of people in the inn, all of them were cultivators who had returned from the Waterfall Cliff, most of them were injured, and they were crowded in the hall, sighing one by one.

"I came for nothing, I didn't catch anything, and I destroyed two talismans. ”

"You're lucky enough, the four friends I know haven't come back. ”

"Hey, it's really hard to get beaten everywhere. ”

"Our small sect is not much better, there are fifteen people here, and now only me and my senior brother are left. ”

"In fact, before coming, everyone was prepared and knew that this trip was not easy. ”

"By the way, who did the water dragon tooth fall into?"

"I don't know, it should be in the hands of those big sects. ”

"It's not like the ten major sects will search if they catch someone, and they definitely don't know the whereabouts of the divine soldiers......"

When Master Ming Zong passed by, he heard the cultivator's discussion, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he secretly said in his heart: "Sure enough, Wen Sword Sect's blade slashing wind is looking for dragon teeth, no wonder it is in a hurry." ”

The emergency elixir was hidden under the station, and the outside was sealed by a thick iron door, and a special spell pattern was buried inside the iron door, which had to be opened with a cloud charm.

If someone tries to forcibly open the iron door, the spell will be activated, directly igniting a large number of fire and thunder bullets buried in the basement, causing the elixir inside to burn.

Master Ming Zong selected several medicinal materials and put them in a wooden box, hurriedly left the post station, and hurried to the third village of Manqiu.

This time back and forth, it only took less than a day, and Master Ming Zong checked the physical condition of Zhenjiu again, and the medicinal effect of the Snow Dew Soul Condensing Pill was still maintained.

He took out two brown pills from the wooden box, crushed them into powder with a rolling pin, and then took out three different dried herbs and crushed them separately. He then mixes the powders together in specific proportions and adds water to make a paste.

Holding the bowl containing the medicinal paste, Master Ming Zong stood beside the Zhenjiu bed, but he didn't make a move, but stuffed the bowl into Zheng Qiu's hand.

"Apprentice, this is a medicinal paste to repair the flesh, and you rub it on the wound of the wine. ”

Zheng Qiu looked at the bowl, his face full of surprise: "Master, let me come?" but, but I won't, I'm afraid of ......."

"What are you afraid of, there is a saying that a dead horse should be a live horse doctor, and now this is a dead horse, let you heal you for medical treatment. Master Mingzong's tone was unquestionable, Zheng Qiu had no choice but to bite the bullet.

"The wound here is deep, wipe it a little more...... Be careful not to touch your organs in this position......" Master Mingzong thought to himself while instructing.

The apprentice has a "wood spirit", "wood spirit" represents vitality, since he is in Fangcao Peak, he can make roasted chrysanthemum herb seeds germinate, then try it today, can he make Zhenjiu's body come back to life.

After a while, Zheng Qiu handed the empty bowl to the master: "Master, the medicine is finished." What's next?"

"Next, let the wound close," Master Ming Zong took the needle and thread and replaced the empty bowl in Zheng Qiu's hand, "You don't know how to spell, then use needle and thread to sew." ”

"Master, I really haven't sewn this before, if I don't sew it well, wouldn't it be bad. ”

Master Mingzong pointed to the wound of Zhenjiu and said, "You just have to sew it, if you don't sew it well, cut it and start over, it's a big deal to make him have a scar on his stomach." ”

Zheng Qiu couldn't figure out what the master's intentions were, obviously the master promised to save Zhenjiu, why did he save it now. I haven't done anything like this myself, so I just let myself come, and the original survival rate of 50% is probably not left.

Although he was puzzled in his heart, Zheng Qiu still did as the master said, he squatted on the edge of the bed, pinching the needle and thread and carefully stitching the wound inch by inch.

After fiddling for two hours, the last inch of the wound was finally sewn up, and it was finished! Zheng Qiu sat on the edge of the bed, pulled up his clothes to wipe the sweat on his face, and breathed in a big gulp of fresh air.

Master Mingzong touched the wound that was sutured, and it was okay, although the spacing between the needles was large and small, which was very unsightly, but at least there was no place to open. He opened the wooden box again, took out two porcelain bottles from it, and poured out two pills, one gold and one silver, respectively.

"Apprentice, feed him these two pills, remember, feed the silver one first, and then the golden one. Master Mingzong stuffed the pill to Zheng Qiu, and still let him finish it.

Zheng Qiu fed the two pills into the mouth of the wine in turn, and as soon as the pills were fed in, they didn't need to pour water, they rolled down their throats drippingly, as if the pills were alive.

He asked in amazement, "What kind of pill is this, why do you move?"

"This is called the Sun and Moon Spirit Pill, the golden one is called the Sun Pill, and the silver one is the Moon Pill. Their main ingredient is to refine from live medicinal materials, so they bring vitality.

This pill can reconnect the soul spirit with the physical body, and squeeze out the last potential of the body, which was originally used in desperate struggle. It can be used here because the wine shakes the snow dew condensing pill and retains the last trace of vitality. ”