After leaving from Zhenyi Pavilion, Zhao Ping'an returned directly to the medicine garden.

Inside the wooden house, Zhao Ping'an took out a storage bag, which was the talisman material that Xiao Han handed over to him before leaving Zhenyi Pavilion.

"The number of talismans needed by the Lizu people this time is extremely huge, and the talisman materials required will also be a huge number."

"Fortunately, the Treasure Pavilion will be able to provide me with these materials in the coming days."

Zhao Ping'an opened the storage bag, and it was full of precious talisman materials, although it was not a high-grade talisman material, but it was enough for Zhao Ping'an to make the first batch of talismans first.

"Over the years, my talisman attainment has never been able to break through to the fourth-order talisman master."

"Maybe you can take advantage of helping the Lizu people make talismans and find a certain opportunity."

Zhao Ping'an pondered for a moment, and then set out to make the talisman.

The number of talismans needed by the Lizu is huge, even if he has to be made in several batches, it will take a lot of time and energy for Zhao Ping'an.

Of course, this kind of opportunity is also rare.

If a talisman master wants to improve his talisman attainment, he needs to constantly practice and verify it to break through to a higher level of talismans.

Therefore, the profession of talisman master can not only make money, but also cost a lot of money.

To cultivate a truly highly accomplished talisman master, it requires a huge amount of resources.

This is also the reason why Zhao Ping'an chose to cooperate with Zhenyi Pavilion to do business!

Even if he has the blessing of the experience of the rune in his previous life, if he wants to become a higher-grade rune master, he also needs the help of a lot of resources.

……

For half a month, Zhao Ping'an stayed in the wooden house to make talismans.

As the last stroke fell, a talisman emitting a blue aura fell on Zhao Ping'an's hand.

"The first batch of talismans is ready."

Zhao Ping'an exhaled lightly, his face showing satisfaction.

In front of him, there were two hundred talismans, and judging from the spiritual power fluctuations emitted by each talisman, all of them had reached the level of the third-order middle grade and the third-order upper grade.

"Third-order high-grade talismans, five-spirit shield light talismans."

"Third-order high-grade talisman, vajra talisman."

"Third-order mid-grade talisman, Xuanniao fire talisman."

"There are as many as seventy or eighty talismans of each type, which should temporarily alleviate the needs of the Liclan."

Zhao Ping'an whispered to himself, these three kinds of talismans are all third-order defensive talismans, and they are also the kind with very strong defensive power.

Considering the situation of the Li, he used up the first batch of talisman materials and first made these three talismans.

"Brother Zhao, are you there?"

"I'm Wangcheng!"

Just when Zhao Ping'an had just finished making the first batch of talismans, a hurried voice came from outside.

"Wang Cheng, why is he here?"

Hearing this, Zhao Ping'an had an ominous premonition in his heart, and quickly put away the talisman and pushed the door out.

Outside the door, Wang Cheng's face was full of anxiety, as if he had encountered something urgent.

"Brother Zhao!"

After seeing Zhao Ping'an, Wang Cheng's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly spoke: "My uncle's condition has worsened again. ”

"Senior Brother Wang's condition is getting worse!" Zhao Ping'an's face changed, according to reason, after helping Wang Cripple with immortal mana last time, he should be fine for at least a year and a half, how could it be aggravated?

"Lead the way."

Zhao Ping'an realized that the situation was not right, and asked Wang Cheng to lead the way in front.

Soon, under the leadership of Wang Cheng, Zhao Ping'an saw Wang Cripple again.

The lame man fainted in bed, his face became unusually pale, and his breathing became very weak.

"Brother Zhao, last time I heard Uncle Da Niu say that you helped my uncle improve his health."

"I hope you'll find a way to save my uncle this time."

Wang Cheng was anxious, and there was a hint of pleading in his tone.

Zhao Ping'an didn't have time to answer, but quickly checked Wang Cripple's body, and soon sensed that something was wrong.

After his own help last time, the vitality in Wang Cripple's body has replenished a little, and although it is still passing at a slow speed, it will not become so weak.

He found that at this moment, there was a violent medicinal power in Wang Cripple's body, which was destroying the eight veins and five internal organs of the Qi Sutra, which was already somewhat fragile.

This medicinal power is very domineering, if it is taken normally, it can replenish qi and nourish the spirits, but Wang Cripple's body is weak and his vitality is passing, and he can't withstand this medicinal power at all.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Senior Brother Wang's body, how can there be an extra domineering medicinal power."

Zhao Ping'an's face was slightly gloomy and he looked at Wang Cheng next to him.

"Brother Zhao is like this, my uncle's health has improved with your help before, but he is still extremely weak, so I asked a senior brother in the sect to find a hundred-year-old blood lingzhi, hoping to improve my uncle's body."

"But I didn't expect that my uncle's health not only did not improve after taking it just now, but became like this."

Wang Cheng was a little uneasy and explained.

Is there anything wrong with the treasure medicine I found?

"Senior Brother Wang's body is too weak to withstand the medicinal power of the Blood Lingzhi at all, you are doing bad things with good intentions, not only can you not help him improve his body, but also aggravate his problems."

Zhao Ping'an frowned and said in a deep voice.

Wang Cheng is doing bad things with good intentions, originally with the situation of Wang Cripple, he could support it for a year and a half, but now, even if he is willing to use immortal mana to help him recuperate, it will be difficult to support it for long.

"So, I hurt my uncle?"

Wang Cheng's face was full of self-blame and remorse!

In order to obtain the Blood Lingzhi, he spent a lot of money at any cost, but he didn't expect that not only did he not help his uncle, but it also aggravated the latter's situation.

"Brother Zhao, please help me save my uncle."

"I know you must have a way."

As if grasping the last straw, Wang Cheng knelt directly in front of Zhao Ping'an and begged.

Last time, Wang's lame situation improved, and he had already learned from Da Niu that it was Zhao Ping'an's help.

So after the accident, he went to Zhao Ping'an for help as soon as possible.

"I can only do my best."

Zhao Ping'an sighed lightly, and immediately no longer hesitated, and injected a trace of immortal mana into Wang Cripple's body.

After breaking through to the seventh layer of the Immortal Sword Technique, the immortal mana has been extremely improved in terms of quality, and the vitality contained in it has become more and more surging, even a dead tree can turn into a towering tree the moment it touches the immortal mana.

But to Zhao Ping'an's surprise, Wang Cripple's physical condition was even worse than he expected, even though the immortal mana had a strong repair ability, there was still no way to reverse the decay in Wang Cripple's body.

One after another mana was injected into Wang Cripple's body, but it did not exert the expected effect.

Zhao Ping'an's brows furrowed, and he could only increase the delivery of immortal mana.

Time passed little by little, and soon an hour passed.

With the help of immortal mana, the domineering medicinal power in Wang Cripple's body was dissolved, and the meridians and internal organs that were originally impacted were gradually and slowly repaired.

His originally pale face regained a rosy color.

"Ping An ......"

Wang lame woke up slowly, and after seeing Zhao Ping'an, he said softly: "I've bothered you." ”

"Senior Brother Wang, if you say these words, you will see the outside."

Zhao Ping'an smiled slightly, but there was a hint of reluctance in his smile.

Wang Cripple's body is like a dilapidated house leaking everywhere, which may collapse and collapse at any time, and the deadline for sitting is getting closer and closer, maybe one or two months, maybe two or three months.

"Uncle, are you alright?"

Seeing Wang Cripple wake up, Wang Cheng hurriedly came over and asked with great concern.

Although he is now an official disciple of the sect, he has not lost his heart, and he has been very filial to Wang Cripple for many years.

The last time Zhao Ping'an and Da Niu came over, they didn't see Wang Cheng, it was because he asked for medical advice and asked for good prescriptions for Wang Cripple's condition, so he didn't see it.

"I'm fine."

Wang Cripple smiled kindly, and then said to Wang Cheng: "You go out first, I have something to talk to Senior Brother Zhao alone." ”

"Okay."

Despite some doubts, Wang Cheng honestly withdrew from the house.

"Senior Brother Zhao, how long can my body last?" After Wang Cheng left, Wang Cripple looked at Zhao Ping'an and asked seriously.

"This ......" Zhao Ping'an wanted to speak and stopped.

"You don't have to scruple, let's be honest." The lame king sighed lightly and said.

"Two or three months." Zhao Ping'an took a deep breath and said.

"My deadline is near." The cripple smiled bitterly.

Seeing Wang Cripple like this, Zhao Ping'an wanted to open his mouth to comfort, but he moved his lips, but he didn't know what to say.

Even if he broke through the "Immortal Sword Technique" to the seventh layer, even if he had the cultivation of the middle stage of the Jindan Realm at the moment, he still couldn't help Wang Cripple change his life against the sky.

This is the first time that Zhao Ping'an has felt a strong sense of powerlessness since he was reborn.

"Senior Brother Zhao, I have something to entrust you."

The lame man looked quite calm and spoke slowly.

"Senior Brother Wang, although you open your mouth, I will definitely do whatever I can." Zhao Ping'an looked solemn and said.

"Although Wang Cheng is now an official disciple of the sect, his temperament is still a little impetuous, and he is not mature and calm enough many times, I am afraid that he may not be so smooth in cultivating immortals in the future."

"So I hope you can help him when he is in danger in the future."

The lame king said with a hint of pleading in his tone.

"Senior Brother Wang, Wang Cheng is not only your junior, but also my junior."

"Don't worry, I promise you."

Zhao Ping'an thought about it, and then agreed directly.

When he first came to the medicine garden, it was Wang Cripple who took a lot of care of him, so he naturally had to agree to the other party's request for this friendship.

Besides, Wang Cheng was also watched by Zhao Ping'an growing up, and his impression of the former was also quite good.

"Okay."

Hearing this, the lame man looked satisfied.

He spent his life in the Medicine Garden as a miscellaneous disciple, and the only achievement worth showing was that he cultivated his nephew Wang Cheng, and he was really relieved of this junior.

"In my life, I can make friends like you, even if I die, I have no regrets."

The cripple grinned, his smile full of ease.

Hearing this, Zhao Ping'an nodded and didn't say anything more.

A thousand words are in the unspoken.

Half an hour later, Zhao Ping'an pushed the door out.

"Brother Zhao, my uncle ...... him"

Seeing Zhao Ping'an walk out of the house, Wang Cheng, who had been waiting for a long time, hurriedly stepped forward, with a trace of uneasiness and apprehension.

"In the past two or three months, you should accompany Senior Brother Wang."

Zhao Ping'an sighed lightly and reminded.

Hearing this, Wang Cheng froze in place, almost unable to believe his ears.

He is a smart person, and he can't hear the meaning of Zhao Ping'an's words!

"Good ......" Wang Cheng's voice trembled, and he agreed.

Then, with heavy steps, he walked to the room where the lame king was.

After a while, there was an intermittent choking sound from inside!

"Even immortal cultivators who are high up in the eyes of mortals will eventually face life and death."

"If you can't live forever, you will only become a handful of loess after all."

Zhao Ping'an was a little embarrassed and left with a heavy heart.