Ah Ying was already tired in a fixed position, and wanted to put her hand into the water and use the strength of her wrist to stabilize Mo Han's shoulder.

After hearing the old man's prompt, his face changed greatly after hurriedly looking at the potion, and he found that the blue-green potion had turned jet black.

The old man saw Ah Ying's puzzled and shocked eyes, smacked his lips and explained: "Alas, I was born with cold poison in this life, and the potion turned black because the cold poison was forced out and melted into the potion. If you accidentally get contaminated with the skin, it will be a lot of trouble. ”

The old man saw that the blackness of the potion had reached the limit, pulled out the silver needles on Mo Han's head one by one, picked up the prepared sheets, and instructed Ah Ying: "Carry him out and wipe the potion clean." ”

"Ahh

The old man said anxiously: "Hey, you girl! It's important to save people, hurry! Wait for the cold poison to invade his skin again, and it will be troublesome!"

Ah Ying was a little flustered, tilting her head and not daring to look at Mo Han, and she didn't know whether she flashed over Mo Han's body consciously or unconsciously.

Mo Han's skin is white, his muscles are clear, and his temperament is even more prominent after being shaved bald.

After the two of them carried Mo Han to the bamboo bed, they wiped the potion clean, and a white sheet was dyed ink.

The old man leaned down and carefully observed the cold poison palm print on Mo Han's chest, the jet black had turned gray-black, his tired face showed joy, and he stroked his beard and said, "Alas! God favors you, and finally snatched your life back!"

Wrapping Mo Han in a quilt, the old man instructed Ah Ying: "They are rude, don't make a bad deal out of this offspring, you take care of her here first." ”

Although Mo Han was in a coma, Ah Ying still felt that it was a little inappropriate for a lonely man and a lonely woman to be in the same room, and Mo Han was covered with a quilt naked.

Ah Ying's nervous heart was pounding, if he woke up and saw that he was not dressed, how would he explain it?

Hurriedly stopped the old man who was about to open the wooden door and asked, "Dad, where are you going?"

"I'm going to practice some elixirs to dispel poison and heal wounds. The old man said casually, just about to step out of the door and look at Mo Han in a coma, and said, "Don't tell them that there is cold poison in this future life." ”

Ah Ying looked at the old man's solemn expression, and seemed to understand and didn't seem to understand in her heart, she just felt that it would be good if she didn't know anything, so she nodded and responded.

After the old man left, Ah Ying looked carefully at Mo Han's delicate face, and her pale face gradually became a little bloody. He poked his finger into Mo Han's nostrils, felt a faint breath, and then suddenly withdrew his fingers, looking back at the flushed face around him and smiling.

A shy smile on Ah Ying's face kept hanging, thinking that Mo Han would not wake up for the time being, and saw that the black water in the wooden barrel had not been cleaned up, so he took a wooden basin and poured the black potion in the wooden barrel out of the courtyard.

The old man gave Mo Han a medicinal bath for several days, and the cold poison palm print on his chest gradually faded, leaving only a vague pale gray palm print.

Although the turquoise potion no longer turns black, there is still residual poison in the body. Since the medicated bath no longer worked, the medicated bath treatment for Mohan was stopped.

Mo Han's breath has recovered like an ordinary person, but he is still in a coma.

The old man also prepared some mild decoctions, and let Ah Ying take them after suffering, which were all used to replenish physical strength and remove the residual cold poison in the body.

After taking the decoction for a few days, Mo Han's face gradually turned rosy.

But a few days have passed, and Mo Han still has no signs of waking up.

"Logically speaking, the removal of cold poison and the replenishment of physical energy, all of which have been done and have worked very well, why haven't you woken up yet? Is there something wrong with your sanity? No, no!" the old man paced back and forth outside the grass hut with his hands behind his back, and although he thought so, he still didn't want to admit it.

In order to take care of Mo Han's safety at all times, Mo Han was taken care of by Ah Ying during the day, and at night, the old man casually spread some firewood and grass and wrapped it in bedding and guarded Mo Han's bedside.

Even Ah Bao is not as playful as usual, and occasionally rotates the two to take care of Mo Han.

A few days passed, and the old man saw that Mo Han's condition gradually improved, and the half-laid down stone in his heart became heavier and heavier, because Mo Han should have woken up but was still in a coma.

In the morning, the sky is hazy, and the sound of falling insects around the silent village gradually subsides, and the birds chirp in the woods.

The old man got up early, and after checking Mo Han's body, he went to the grass pavilion to refine the elixir.

Mo Han's chaotic consciousness gradually became clear, as if he heard the birdsong in a dream and smelled the lingering fragrance of danxiang.

His eyes moved slightly, and his chaotic consciousness suddenly woke up, and after finding that he was still alive, he sat up violently, and the bamboo bed creaked.

And everything in front of him left him at a loss.

There were only bamboo beds, large wooden barrels and a small wooden table in the simple thatched hut, Mo Han looked down and saw a rolled futon on the firewood and grass on the ground, and put his hand into the futon to find that there was still residual heat inside.

"Not long ago?" Mo Han muttered in his heart.

He was very curious and moved, not only saved himself, but also guarded him at night, this kindness is enough to repay it for a lifetime.

A large wooden barrel in the middle of the hut was filled with turquoise potion, and the gentle fragrance permeated the hut, invigorating to smell it.

"I must have been saved by this family. ”

Mo Han's hand reached into the potion and dipped it, twisted his fingers and sniffed it, a cool smell penetrated into his nostrils, and his body shivered coldly.

Since there was no danger, Mo Han was relieved.

I looked down and saw that my groom's red clothes were replaced by coarse linen clothes and white cotton underwear, which were wider but very refreshing.

Mo Han was about to push the door out, when there was a labor pain in his chest, he wrung his eyebrows and gasped, covering his chest and slowly sat down.

suddenly remembered that he was slapped by Li Quan before falling off the cliff, and it was a blessing that this slap didn't kill him.

Thinking of falling off the cliff and the fire burning above the Mo Clan, the killing intent in his heart surged up, and his eyes instantly burst into flames.

"Ahem, poof!" Mo Han clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Mo Han saw the hazy sky outside through the small window of the thatched hut, thinking that no one had come in so early.

Sitting cross-legged on the quilt covered with firewood and grass, he gathered his mind and checked the degree of broken meridians in his body.

The air mass in the middle dantian was already running smoothly, and the divine sense scanned every meridian.

The fragile meridians were recovering, and what made Mo Han curious was that there were still shining yellow dots of light on them.

"What is this?" Mo Han's heart moved, and his divine sense wanted to reach out to the yellow point of light.

"The breath of the shield talisman!" Mo Han was pleasantly surprised and surprised, he didn't cultivate the shield talisman, could the shield talisman protect and repair the broken meridians on its own?

He thought about it seriously, although Feng Tianqi did not cultivate, it itself contained the energy of the five runes.

It should be that there is a residual consciousness of the ancestors in the Heavenly Sealing Jar, which automatically opens the Heavenly Sealing Urn in times of crisis, and uses the five runes of divine power to protect the damaged meridians.

"That should make sense!" This unexpected discovery surprised Mo Han.

If it weren't for the shield talisman protecting the meridians, I'm afraid I would have died long ago.

Mo Han thought of Li Quan and Youdian, and the killing intent in his heart was about to permeate again.

There was another throbbing pain in his chest, and he opened the collar to see a gray-black palm print.

There was a faint trace of flame flickering on the gray-black palm print, Mo Han knew that this was the flame condensed by the 'Fire Spirit Technique', but he didn't know that the black palm print was the cold poison left by the 'Demon Dragon Palm'.

Mo Han only felt that the pain was related to the black palm print, and once again condensed his mind and recited the 'Fire Spirit Technique', and the aura covered the Demon Dragon's palm print to form a swirling air mass.

'Condensation!'

Mo Han practiced day and night, and the fire spirit technique condensed the flame at will, and it was not only on the palm of his hand, but could even cover the whole body with flames.

It's just that covering the whole body with flames requires the support of a majestic aura, just because he is still in the sixth stage of the mirror stage, and the duration of the flames is very short.

As soon as the condensation fire came out, a "squeak" sound sounded on the palm print of the demon dragon, and a puff of black smoke came out.

The palm prints disappear, leaving only the red mark, which can be healed after a few days of rest.

Mo Han gasped in pain at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly remembered that Xiao Qing was also slapped off the cliff by Li Quan, thinking of the fall of the Mo clan, he gritted his teeth and scolded: "Li Quan, old horseman, wait for me to go back and slaughter your entire clan!"

Looking down, I saw Xiao Qing's green jade ring on my ring finger, Xiao Qing's face appeared, and she smiled at herself with microwave eyes, and suddenly seemed to hear her gently call "Mo Han".

Mo Han's tears fell, and the corners of his happy mouth raised, and he wanted to reach out to touch Xiao Qing's face. Just as she was about to touch it, her face turned illusory and disappeared again.

Mo Han came back to his senses coldly, knowing that it was his hallucination, he lowered his head and kissed the green jade ring, and muttered, "Dad, I haven't forgotten your words." The Hidden Palace, the Li Clan, the Shadow Sect will start with you!"

The thick danxiang came, and Mo Han seemed to be reminded by the injured meridians, and his spirit was shocked, and he coveted the raindrops of the pill.

Push open the simple wooden door of the thatched hut, and the fresh air will blow in your face.

The memory of yesterday is still in the cold winter, and today is a warm spring morning, with a flock of birds singing and the grass and green flowers.

"Could it be that you have been in a coma for a few months?" Mo Han wondered in his heart, but his footsteps were led by the greedy insects to the source of the danxiang wafting in.

Mo Han walked out of the courtyard and saw that more than a dozen courtyards were separated only by low wooden fences, all of which were planted with vegetables, animal skins and pickled meat hanging under the eaves, and occasionally a few roosters and dogs barking.

"What a peach blossom paradise!" Mo Han liked the quiet and peaceful here, and couldn't help but sigh.

Mo Han stopped to identify the direction from which the danxiang came from, and looked to see a quiet bamboo forest, and the danxiang came from the bamboo forest.

After entering the bamboo forest, I walked along the winding path, and after walking dozens of steps, the front suddenly became empty.

Surrounded by bamboo forests, the middle clearing is covered with precious herbs, and a grass hut is located in the center.

There was a white-haired old man sitting under the grass house, the old man was meditating on refining the elixir, and the incense of the elixir was incomparably rich in the bamboo forest.

Mo Han didn't expect to meet a pill pharmacist in this mountain forest, judging from the richness of the pill qi, this old man should be a Huangjie pill master.

The requirements of alchemy are extremely demanding, and the most important thing is to have innate qualifications.

Most cultivators are condensed in the lower dantian, and those who cultivate the upper dantian are one in a thousand.

Among those who cultivate the upper dantian, they also have to use spiritual energy to condense fire, this kind of flame is a necessary condition for alchemy, and those who can condense flames are even more one in a million.

A person like Mo Han who cultivates both Dan Qi can only appear in a hundred or even hundreds of years, and his own qualifications are already destined to become a strong person who is proud of the world.