"You sleep soundly at night!"

Outside the nine-foot Taoist temple, Li Jiao's voice was quite resentful.

This made Zhang Xuezhou purse his lips, and he didn't know how to explain it for a while.

He was supposed to get up when it was time, and he was definitely not in a dream.

The painful wails of the two generals, Zhao Mu and Zhou Cang, could not affect him, and no matter how miserable they were, they had no effect on him in the slightest.

Zhang Xuezhou was too lazy to explain the problem of getting up, and he couldn't explain it clearly to Li Jiao.

"Drink porridge?"

Zhang Xuezhou rubbed his hands.

The number of people in the Nine-Foot Taoist Temple has increased, and the food in the Taoist Temple is not sufficient.

But Zhang Xuezhou has no plans to stay in the Nine Feet Taoist Temple for a long time, if Zhang Zhong and Yourong go up the mountain tomorrow, he should leave this Taoist Temple tomorrow.

He was also trying hard at this time, eating as much as he could.

He will also pull Li Jiao and others into the water, constantly invite everyone to eat and drink, and share the corresponding responsibilities equally.

If you don't come back, there's a high probability that you won't be able to get angry at so many people.

Zhang Xuezhou thought about the character of being intimidated by the name of the Ten Yin Holy Son, and knew in his heart that it was difficult to say whether he was bullying the soft or not, but he was afraid that it was inevitable.

It just so happened that the name of the Flying Feather Army was very hard.

He thought clearly, and with great skill and foot, he poured millet into the cauldron, sprinkled a large amount of dried meat into it, and added a handful of dry wood to the earthen stove, and the red flames suddenly bloomed.

"Do you have anything else here besides porridge?" Li Jiao asked, "I mean to say that your master has any hidden places, or left two pills!" ”

Seeing the two powerful generals turn from strong men to leprosy and thin people overnight, this loss of life made Li Jiao's heart very uncomfortable.

Li Jiao didn't expect to be able to directly obtain the antidote pill at this time, he only hoped to find two ordinary healing pills, which could stabilize the poison for a while.

"Should there be only porridge, drink porridge?"

He looked at Zhang Xuezhou with hope, but Zhang Xuezhou's response made Li Jiao's heart fall.

Zhang Xuezhou did not prohibit Li Jiao from looking around, the Taoist temple is so big, Li Jiao has already turned this Taoist temple inside and out.

He wondered if there was a hidden place to place heavy objects, but Zhang Xuezhou's response confirmed that this was indeed an empty Taoist temple, and it was difficult to have anything of value.

"Don't drink porridge, don't drink porridge, don't drink porridge!"

In the main hall of the Taoist temple, Zhao Mu raised his head low, and his dark face was full of dislike for porridge.

Beside him, the meat porridge that had been poured before was vomited all over the ground, and the meat porridge had a bit of a black fishy smell.

There was Zhou Cang on the side, and his expression was extremely uncomfortable, but he nodded again.

Zhang Xuezhou's fake identity is very influential, and the strength of the students who do not return can be low, but at least they are familiar with medical science, and the words of doctors must be listened to.

Even if they vomit and vomit, they have to stuff food into their stomachs.

On this night, they ate the most meat porridge in their lives, and they also vomited the most meat porridge in their lives.

Of course, the golden toad poison was not lifted.

Perhaps because of the excessive number of spitting and spitting, they have some signs of getting worse at this time.

Zhou Cang felt that the only benefit of drinking more meat porridge was to make them feel full and dead, so that they would not go hungry before leaving.

But you still have to listen to what you don't want to say.

In case of......

Many conflicts are not worth one 'what if'.

There is little hope, but it is better to struggle before dying than not to struggle.

He asked for a porridge, waited until Zhang Xuezhou boiled it and handed it over, regardless of the boiling of the porridge, he poured it directly into his mouth.

"I drink it too!"

Zhao Mu looked at Zhou Cang, his tired eyes trembled slightly, and then he also asked for a copy.

"As long as you want to drink, we have enough porridge here!"

After Zhang Xuezhou finished delivering the porridge, he was extremely enthusiastic and began to pull others into the water, shouting at everyone to eat and drink together.

He gulped down the porridge and thought it was great to have this group of people.

When he leaves tomorrow, there will be people to blame for many things here, and it will be difficult to investigate him.

Moreover, Zhang Xuezhou and Xu Bugui only looked at each other in the crack of the door, and when they waited until later, they would inevitably go half of the road to the sky, and they didn't know each other when they passed by.

Zhang Xuezhou took a deep breath, feeling the seedlings in his body that were growing more and more, and he felt that the demonic energy in his body was becoming more and more humble.

The poisonous python meat helped him to enter the country, and the power had been exhausted, and even the seedlings turned into white seeds were constantly extracted, and the remaining traces were almost gone.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't care what to do after entering the country.

Although he doesn't know anything, Zhang Xuezhou's self-confidence is bursting,

Compared to his state in Zhangjiazhuang, he is already a big man who has entered the country, and he has a source of magic power in his body.

It's completely different from what it used to be.

And he no longer has to be afraid of ordinary mosquitoes, rats and ants, the overflowing breath of his body can drive away these little things.

"Gross!"

Zhou Cang's repeated vomiting interrupted Zhang Xuezhou's train of thought.

A mouthful of black blood spurted out along with the meat porridge, and the smell of corruption suddenly filled the main hall of the Taoist temple, Zhou Cang's expression had a rapidly visible decay, his body turned blue, and the countless capillaries in his chest quickly turned golden, and quickly turned gray.

"See you in the next life!"

Zhou Cang's eyes widened, his eyes gradually became godless, he muttered, and lowered his head.

But in just a few seconds, his head was grabbed again.

A soft blue mana poured into his body as rain and dew, forcibly holding him up.

Zhou Cang only felt that his dilapidated body was like being beaten with chicken blood, and he instantly gained a little more strength.

"You don't have to spend mana on us!"

He glanced back at Li Jiao, who was silently performing the spell behind him, and knew very well that this state was only for a short time.

Far water can't quench his thirst, and Li Jiao's too halal technique can't save his life.

Irrigation with water can make him strong for a while, but without the Halal technique, his body will deteriorate again, and eventually return to his current state, and then die of pain.

Compared with delaying and then dying again and again, Zhou Cang felt that if he could not be successfully treated, it would not be a kind of happiness to die quickly.

When he was in a trance, he only heard a small voice asking beside Li Jiao.

"It's amazing, this technique is really good, is it a rumor?"

The rules of the art are extremely strict, and each sect has its own rules, and they will not spread wantonly.

Even if the Tai Qing Halal Technique is a high-level magic method publicized by the Northern Military Region, as long as the military merits are sufficient, it can be practiced, and this is not something that can be easily passed on.

Rash rumors will inevitably be dealt with by military law.

Zhang Xuezhou's question of learning is obviously very reckless, this is not something that normal people can ask.

If you want to make a comparison, this is probably the same as Zhang Xuezhou's real life expression to rich people, 'Your family's money is so good, can you use it for me?' The content of the class is similar.

"As long as you can find a way to cure Zhao Mu and Zhou Cang, why not teach you this Halal technique!"

Li Jiao responded lightly.

His response made Zhou Cang anxious, but it was only a short moment, and Zhou Cang was quiet again.

The student seems to have a way to cure it, and he has further discussions with Li Jiao.