The residents of the Xin tribe are mainly thatched huts, and those who can live in stone houses are all large families who have made a certain contribution to the ethnic group. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wu Zhu's son did not awaken the Heavenly Saint bloodline, he was an ordinary person, he was born a few years ago and burned the root of the disease, and he has not been able to heal, and now it is time to die and wait for death.

Wu Zhu also went to Yi Zhi for this reason, although Yi Zhi is very proficient in Dan Dao, but ordinary people have no meridians, even if they take pills, it will not help. So Wu Zhu gradually died, and now the family has prepared funeral supplies.

"Let him drink it, or he may be able to save his life!" said Yi Zhi.

Wu Zhuxiang grabbed a life-saving straw and hurriedly poured it into his son's mouth, who choked and coughed.

To say that Wu Zhu's son was not a serious illness, the early stage was what later generations called a cold, but in this era, there was no very fixed medicine at all.

At first, they didn't take it seriously, but later the condition slowly worsened and there were many complications.

His son drank the medicine and gradually fell asleep, and Wu Zhu thanked him and took out a piece of black jade from the house and gave it to Yi Zhi.

Yi Zhi pushed back again and again, and said: "If you have to thank you, then thank this Tang Gongzi from Shangguo, it was his words that reminded me." ”

The wrinkles on Wu Zhu's face were replaced by a look of surprise, and he looked at Da Tang with a shocked face, how could a world-famous ugly boy be able to compare with Mr. Yi in terms of medical skills?

Datang blushed and hurriedly excused himself, but how could Wu Zhu take back what he had already taken out. Under Yi Zhi's nod, Datang accepted these things, but secretly scolded himself for being hypocritical in his heart.

Afterwards, Wu Zhu took Yi Zhi's words and said again, the central idea was around the funeral of his son, saying where to choose a cemetery for him to help see.

In his bones, he didn't have much hope for Datang, a teenage child, especially when he saw Datang's immature face, he just wanted to give this son a face.

Yi Zhi listened to Wu Zhu's words, and he was a little unhappy in his heart, but after all, this was the first decoction medicine, and it was understandable that it failed immediately, and he did not consult Datang when he chose the medicinal materials.

After sitting for a while, he said goodbye to Wu Zhu boredly, and Datang followed Yi Zhi back to the mountain.

He came to Yi Zhi with a stomach full of questions, but after drinking for a long time and boiling medicine for so long, he saw that the sun was setting and he hadn't done anything yet. I was also a little anxious, and as soon as I returned to the house, I asked Yi Zhi the question he had wanted to ask for a long time.

Cultivation is really against the sky, and what all the monks are doing is actually the same as Boyi, but they are not as extreme as what Boyi does. But if you fight for your life with the sky, you will be dangerous step by step, and the more you cultivate to the later stage, the more dangerous it will be.

At this time, Yi Zhi had already regarded Datang as a person who could be equal to himself in his heart, and he was sensitive to find that in terms of some knowledge theories, this seemingly cynical son thought more deeply than himself.

This is also where he wonders, how can a person who has not experienced too many things agree so much with his idea of fighting for the lives of the common people.

These are all later words, at this time, in the face of Datang's problems, Yi Zhi taught Datang everything he knew, and his intentions did not need to be less than the black robe. These moved Datang very much, and there were more questions accordingly.

Such a question, an answer, unconsciously Lao Tie has been waiting by the side for a long time, but he can't insert a word.

When night fell, Lao Tie walked out of the small courtyard, flashed under the plane tree and disappeared under the mountain, and no one saw how he disappeared.

When the last question was asked, it was already moonlight, and A respectfully greeted him outside the courtyard to pick up Datang back.

The process of B and Yi Zhi's move last time has been known to A, and the latter certainly understands that the strength of such a person is no worse than that of the black robe, and for the sake of Datang's respect for this person, he also used some honorifics.

Early in the morning of the second day, Datang took the nine Xuanniao up the mountain, and Yi Zhi took out his life's knowledge to tutor Xuanniao.

The nine Xuanniao people have excellent talent and understanding, and they have made great progress unconsciously.

Yi Zhi likes to focus more on communicating with Datang, and he told Datang about his experience in cultivating truth for more than 30 years, and talked about many rare and rare things in the world.

The Tang Dynasty gave back some medical theories that were only available in later generations, and some political systems that came from later generations.

Many of the truths that seemed to him to be unthinkable at all sounded appalling to Yi Zhi. As the communication between the two deepened, Yi Zhi felt more and more that he was decent compared to this teenager, and he was not deviant at all.

When it was close to noon, Wu Zhu hurriedly went up the mountain to ask for medicine, and the excited old man almost knelt down for Datang, saying that their son-in-law's condition had improved.

Datang hurriedly helped him up, Yi Zhi said a few flavors of medicine, said how to boil it, and Wu Zhu went down the mountain happily.

Starting from today, the decoction medicine that has been passed down for thousands of years has finally embarked on its original journey.

In the days that followed, Datang and the Xuanniao Nine were like fully loaded machines, spending time in such non-stop question-and-answer discussions and cultivation.

Of course, during the period, it was inevitable that there would be gags from Ji Qing.

After some days of getting along, Ji Qing's attitude towards Datang is no longer the same as it was at the beginning. Although he is still a disciple verbally, he has already heard some remorse in his words for provoking him and His Royal Highness the Sixth Highness, but it is impossible to make her apologize.

A month later, each of the nine Xuanniao people had ascended to a small realm.

Datang has entered the Eight Grades of Cave Xuan, and the strength of his divine consciousness has also increased significantly, and his swordsmanship, fist skills, fingering, and body skills have made great progress.

His actual combat ability at the moment has reached the realm of Yuanying Yipin.

Lao Tie was influenced by Yi Zhi, and he often came over these days.

As a refining master, he had thousands of formation diagrams in his mind, and when it came to formations, he could also rank in the forefront of the world. He spared no effort in teaching Datang, and at this time, Datang was already able to arrange the formation of the Seven Grades of Dongxuan.

And because of Yi Zhi's research on the decoction, his own Dan Dao heritage is very profound, and some basic healing and recovery pills can also be refined.

The two teachers, one old and one young, are dumbfounded by the speed of Datang's progress, and no matter how awkward things fall into Datang's hands, they will all be done again, which is due to the powerful soul brought by Datang's two lives and the tenacity of consciousness accumulated by decades of reading.

Therefore, compared with cultivation, Datang has made the most progress, but it is the Formation Dao and the Dan Dao.

However, there is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed, and it is finally time to leave, and naturally it is a table of wine and food.

Yi Zhi's wine had been drunk, so he had to bring some from Ji Pingren, and the dish was a whole fish feast.

It's hard to imagine that in such a situation where there are not many condiments, Yi Zhi can actually make more than a dozen dishes of fish with different flavors. It can be delicate and soft, or crispy and refreshing, all of which will make people linger for a long time.

After the meal, there was the southernmost part of the Xin's landing, Yi Zhi, Ji Pingren, Ji Qing, Wu Zhu and his son came to send Datang together, Wu Zhu used several good horses to bring some treasures, thank Datang for saving his life.

After saying goodbye one by one, Datang embarked on the journey south, and Yi Zhi and several people did not begin to return until they could not see Datang's figure.

Ji Qing suddenly said to Yi Zhi: "Master Yi, I want to start cultivating the truth!"

"Oh, why did your father suddenly change his mind after I said things that didn't work for more than ten years?" asked Ji Pingren.

"Yishi is so biased towards that little white face, I will have to beat him up before I can get angry when I see him in the future. Ji Qing replied.

Yi Zhi and Ji Pingren both laughed out loud, but Ji Qing lowered her head slightly, feeling that her face was a little hot.