In the quaint blue brick alley, the young man who was warmly illuminated by the sunset learned from the old man on the street with his hands behind his back and got out.

In front of me, there is a row of gray and red old-fashioned houses, which appear high and low because of the different floors. But no matter how high or low, there are wooden plaques hanging uniformly. Because it is an old-fashioned building, the plaque is lined up, which makes this street more quiet and elegant. But only the four big characters of "Huisheng Medicine Shop" are gilded, which is really high-profile and eye-catching.

Glancing at the plaque, Feng Xie unconsciously rolled his eyes, the corners of his mouth raised, and his feet stepped in. I saw a thin old man sleeping on his desk, snoring deeply and shallowly. Listening to the sound, it is really not like an ordinary sub-healthy person.

Turbidity is stagnant, the lungs are blocked, and the heart is blocked. This old man is really "a doctor who does not heal himself"......

Forcibly disdainful, Feng Xie took the book and slapped it twice on the case, stirring up some dust.

"Ahem, ahem, young man, why is there so much anger?"

The little old man looked at the visitor, and found that he didn't have eyes, so he touched the side again, and found the old little round frame with him.

"The sun hasn't set in the west yet, do you sleep at night or noon?" leaning on the table, the wind smiled evilly.

"People are old and have no energy, what do you want to catch, I will catch you. The little old man hid his displeasure in his heart.

"Snow ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum are a penny. Snake gall bladder, tiger tendon two coins, chicken blood vine, Yanhusuo two coins, keel, deer antler, Sumu three coins. Elderberry, atractylodes, astragalus, angelica, gastrodia, and drainy reed each ten dollars. Press this, grab ten pairs, and get me ten more casseroles......"

"Young man, your prescription is very strange, I have been taking medicine for more than 30 years, and I have never seen such a prescription, what are you curing? Why don't I take your pulse?" The little old man lowered his head slightly, looked secretly, and interrupted the wind evil.

"If you don't think about anything else, I'm afraid you'll suffer. Feng Xie grimaced and gave a cold eye, which was in response to the fleeting light in his eyes.

He didn't think about anything, he just simply disgusted. It's just that the little old man is too timid, and a look can frighten him to take two steps back. I only heard the sound of "oops", and it actually hit the cabinet.

"I don't like smart people, but I tend to be kind when I see others unlucky. If you believe me, find a wooden bucket and soak it for three days with ephedra, Qianghuo, and Duhuo, with five plus skins, cypress, and coix, each for ten dollars. ”

Wind Evil still had a cold face. Although the gray-haired little old man no longer wanted to look directly, he could only barely squeeze out a smile when he heard what he said.

"Thank you, little sir, but you don't ...... if you bump into it," said the little old man.

"It's really not tight, but don't you consider treating your pulmonary heart disease......" Feng Xie tilted his head and glanced at him lightly. The old man was petrified, and he didn't react for a long time.

"You, how do you know......" the little old man asked, looking at him incredulously.

"If you believe me, just try, there is nothing else to say......" Feng Xie said coldly.

Probably under duress, the little old man didn't dare to ask again, and even the half-believing look in his eyes forgot to restrain it.

"Little sir, the medicine is ready, do you swipe the card or cash?" may be that his physical fitness is too poor, and it took him a while to prepare the medicine, looking at his expression, it seems that he is still in a dream.

"How much?" asked the wind evil.

"A total of 3,000 ......"

"Is it so expensive?"

"Little sir, I didn't lie to you. This lingzhi and deer antler velvet are already expensive,...... old man carefully looked at the slightly displeased young man.

"I don't have enough money with me, otherwise I'll keep it with you first, and I'll get it in two days?"

"It's not worth it when you make another trip, or you can see how much worse. Even if I make friends with you, if you have more, you can make up for the rest next time......" The little old man smiled and pushed the two packets of medicinal herbs forward.

Although I don't want to take advantage of him, I really need it urgently. Let's make it up to him next time......

Scratched the card handed over by the wind evil, and the little old man sent him to the door like a bodhisattva. Seeing him walk away, he pondered something. Finally, wiping the fine droplets of water from his forehead, he seemed to have made some decision and closed the store.

"Bianshui flows, Surabaya flows. Flowing to Guazhou Gudutou, Wushan is a little worried. Think about it, hate it. Hate to return to the beginning of the rest, the moon people leaning on the building. ”

The wind evil carried the herbs and walked in the middle of the path, reciting the minor tune leisurely. It was already dark, and only a little bit of a person had already entered the small courtyard.

Serious medicine refining is to use real fire and medicine tripods, but the tragedy is that the evil son who was once the first medical god is now neither true fire nor medicine tripods, plus he is poor and white. Even natural gas has already been popularized in the city of Sichuan, so even ordinary mortal fire can't be obtained now.

Looking at the stove wrapped in modern clothes in front of him, the wind evil resentment was very deep, but there was nothing to be done. Finally, I filled the casserole with water and boiled it on the gas stove. In turn, snow ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum, snake gall bladder, tiger tendon, keel, deer antler, sumac, elderberry, atractylodes, astragalus, angelica, gastrodia, chicken blood vine, Yanhusuo...... Then turn the heat to low and let the herbs roll in the casserole by themselves.

This is the purification part. Originally, it was supposed to be extracted directly with Reiki. However, he still can't do that kind of precise control, and he doesn't have enough aura. We can only make progress on the basis of what will be done, and I don't know if this will be successful or not.

I saw his thin lips slightly open, chanting something. Ten fingers open and close, transforming a few strange symbols. Carefully controlled, the wind evil will gradually introduce a trace of aura through the fingertips. The medicinal soup in the casserole changed from clear to turbid, from shallow to dark. Suddenly, a white light appeared on the brownish-yellow medicinal soup. Before there was time to react, the casserole with the hot medicinal soup exploded into pieces with a "bang". A mouthful of blood spit out, and the wind evil eyebrows lowered, and he couldn't see the gloom.

It took half a pillar of incense to bring the frenzied breath back on track. Without waiting for a complete recovery, the wind evil forcibly wiped the helplessness from his eyes and tried again, but still repeated the same mistakes. The sound of the casserole exploding sounded one after another, and the messy debris on the ground declared a tragedy. But in the end, it was calm......

The white ten fingers are entwined and transformed, and each fingertip seems to have a white point of light lingering. The points of light converged little by little in the air, and then strangely formed symbols with a pale blue light, swirling, and finally dissipated without a trace.

In the casserole, the brown medicinal soup was long gone, and a thin layer of blue medicinal liquid lay quietly, extremely calm, completely without the traces of the previous rage. A strong, yet fresh medicinal scent replaces the eerie burnt smell from before.