The things that Mu Yi asked for were quickly put in front of him, in fact, with the power of the Su family, this thing is really not a problem, and even the quality of many things is far beyond Mu Yi's expectations.

Seeing this, Mu Yi was naturally overjoyed in his heart.

Subsequently, Mu Yi asked Su Chongshan to gather everyone, but in fact there were only five people, Su Chongshan, his sons Su Jun, Su Yingying, and Su Jinlun and Zheng Zicong, two cousins.

After this preparation time, whether it is Su Jun, Su Jinlun or Zheng Zicong, the eyes that look at Mu Yi have changed, after all, Mrs. Su's situation can't be hidden from them, although she hasn't woken up yet, her situation has been improving rapidly, and even the famous doctor who invited her exclaimed incredibly.

And all this is because Mu Yi, and even Su Yingying did not hide what happened in the house at that time.

Therefore, Su Jun is no longer despised because of Mu Yi's age, Su Jinlun is even more grateful, but Zheng Zicong's expression is the most complicated, and there is even some panic.

"Although the old lady's situation has been restrained, if we want to solve it completely, we need your help." Mu Yi looked around, and naturally saw Zheng Zicong's expression in his eyes.

"If the Taoist chief has any orders, as long as he can save his mother, no matter how big the price is, my Su Mansion will do my best." Su Jun hurriedly said, which can be regarded as making up for his previous slackness.

"Yes, Dao Chief, please speak up." Su Chongshan nodded, it was the final word.

"As the so-called yin and yang are separated, the blood is connected, so I need to use the blood of the old lady's bloodline descendants as a medicine guide to refine the talisman." Mu Yi said directly.

"Dao Chief, use my blood." Su Jun immediately said, after all, as a son, his bloodline is undoubtedly the closest.

"Dao Chief, Yingying is also willing." Su Yingying said softly.

"Dao Chief, Nylon is also willing." Su Jinlun then also said.

"Everyone, don't fight, let Zicong do his filial piety for his grandmother." Seeing that everyone had already expressed their positions, Zheng Zicong also hurriedly said, he is also a grandson, although he is far away, but he is more or less related, but according to the idea in his heart, even if he really wants to use blood, it will definitely not be his turn, so there is naturally no pressure to show loyalty.

Mu Yi looked at Zheng Zicong and suddenly smiled meaningfully, the latter suddenly felt a numb back, and the words that originally came to his mouth stopped abruptly.

"Mr. Su doesn't need to, although you are the son of the old lady, but after all, you are a little older, and your blood is no longer at the peak, which is not of much benefit to the old lady's situation, as for Miss Yingying, because she is a female dependent, her nature is yin, and it is not suitable for the old lady's situation." Mu Yi commented one by one, and finally focused on Su Jinlun and Zheng Zicong.

"Su Gongzi and Zheng Gongzi are in their prime, they have the most vigorous blood, and they are the direct blood relatives of the old lady, if they are willing, it is naturally the best."

Hearing Mu Yi's words, Su Jinlun was naturally overjoyed, while Zheng Zicong's body trembled, and the smile on his face was a little stiff.

Su Chongshan glanced at the two of them at this time, and said directly: "Then it's hard to work nylon and Zicong." ”

"Don't dare, this is what grandchildren should be." Su Jinlun said immediately.

"As long as I can help my grandmother, I am willing to sacrifice no matter how big Zicong is." Zheng Zicong squeezed out a smile and said.

Mu Yi was not polite, and came straight to the two of them with two bowls, and by the way, he also showed his arm, "The previous talismans were also refined with my own blood, but I didn't mean to deceive you." ”

When Mu Yi said this, whether it was Su Chongshan or Su Jun, their faces were a little moved.

As for Su Jinlun, he didn't say a word, took the bowl in Mu Yi's hand and went to the side.

Zheng Zicong took a deep look at Mu Yi's wrist, and saw that there was faint blood oozing out of it, which didn't seem to be fake, and the resistance in his heart disappeared a lot, knowing that Mu Yi didn't mean to embarrass him, he even felt relieved.

"The Taoist is noble, and we as juniors should fulfill this filial piety." After that, Zheng Zicong also took another bowl.

When the two of them went to the side to bleed, Su Chongshan looked at Mu Yi and asked, "What else is the Daoist missing?" The old man asked his subordinates to prepare. ”

"There is no shortage of things, but tonight try to keep the ladies of the family away, and it is best to put up more torches in the yard, and I will specially refine a talisman to stick on the head of the old lady's bed, as for the result, Xiaodao is not 100% sure, everything depends on the will of God." Mu Yi pondered for a moment and said slowly.

"Don't worry, the Taoist chief, I will arrange it immediately, everything is up to the Taoist chief." Su Chongshan said that he bowed deeply to Mu Yi, which was both grateful and please.

"For the mother's affairs, please ask the Taoist chief to worry a lot." Su Jun also said.

Su Jinlun and Zheng Zicong each put half a bowl of blood, and their faces became even paler, especially Zheng Zicong, his body was shaky, and there was still a trace of fear in the depths of his eyes, obviously this bloodletting experience was not very pleasant for him.

It's Su Jinlun, who doesn't have enough posture to continue to put it on.

After everyone left, Mu Yicai unhurriedly took Zheng Zicong's bowl of blood and poured it into the flower pot in the house, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, revealing a hint of sarcasm.

The need for blood is real, but it is not Zheng Zicong's, but Su Jinlun, the real direct grandson.

Moreover, Mu Yi had already discovered that Su Jinlun practiced martial arts, and his physique was much stronger than that of ordinary people, and he was even more of a boy, and his yang energy was not discharged, which was at his peak.

Then, Mu Yi used Su Jinlun's blood to study the ink, and the cinnabar was mixed with the blood, revealing a trace of strange light.

Yellow paper is the best Su paper, greasy but not soft to the touch, like a girl's skin, many times better than the one Mu Yi bought before.

The pen is obviously a brush that is obviously some years old, the wood grain is tight, a little bit of Venus decoration, it should be a pen made of small leaves of red sandalwood, the hair tip is straight and soft, with Mu Yi's mind at the moment, you can even vaguely feel a hazy white light on it.

Even if this pen is not used by Confucianism, it will definitely not be bad.

The ruler is in the same vein as the pen barrel, there is no complicated pattern, just a few times with a carving knife on it, outlining a magnificent mountain and river, if it is not for Mu Yi's eyes are better, I am afraid it is difficult to find the quaint small words in the corner: Gu.

When everything was ready, Mu Yi took a deep breath, held the pen intently, imagined the feeling of the morning, and then flicked his wrist slightly.

"Brush, brush!"

There was a soft friction sound in the quiet room, with a certain charm, which sounded more like a pleasure, and Mu Yi's contemplative appearance could easily make people ignore his age, and there would be no disobedience in the slightest.