As a monk he will be hungry, which means that the root of his illness is in his spleen and stomach! He's hungry! and unwilling to eat, this is the point of contradiction in his body!

Blood stasis will only coagulate when it encounters cold, and it can be seen that this person's cold condensation is stagnant in the spleen and stomach.

So this sword cultivator should take medicine!

The five elements are mutually restrained, and the cold is hot medicine. If you think of blood stasis, Jiang Su's sea of knowledge will appear in an instant, and you can see from the name of the recipe that this is a good product that can remove blood stasis.

But this recipe is used to treat blood stasis in the chest, and it has nothing to do with this sword cultivator with a problem with the spleen and stomach!

"I should ......" Jiang Su lifted the pen and licked the ink, the tip of the pen hung in the air on the rice paper, the girl rarely hesitated, and muttered in her heart: "Why don't this monk come according to the textbook when he is sick, especially these monks in the cultivation realm......"

"Monk ......"

Jiang Su suddenly woke up, she didn't show it on her face, but she knew that the sea was like a storm crashing on the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow!

"This is the cultivation realm!"

"I'm stupid again! The physique of the cultivators of the Cultivation Realm is far beyond that of ordinary people! Among the symptoms treated by Xuefu Zhuyu decoction is the symptom of hiccups, the reason is that the blood stasis in the chest affects the stomach, and the stomach qi is reversed, so hiccups retching! ”

In a word, blood stasis affected his spleen and stomach! He has a bad spleen and stomach, so the monk will feel hungry, and because as a monk, according to common sense, he is unwilling to eat, and the two are contradictory! ”

"That's the cause! It is feasible to use the blood house to chase the stasis soup! ”

Jiang Su was in good spirits, and his pen was like a divine help, black and white collided, and the ink on the rice paper was like a vine growing wantonly, occupying a large open space.

The posture of the girl in Tsing Yi seems to be playing a song of peach stream water, the tone is wanton and open, and the skill hidden in her fingers is steady.

"Smack-"

Jiang Su stopped writing, the brush was slapped on the table casually, and there was a faint ink splash taking the opportunity, the girl looked at nothing, and quickly picked up the prescription and handed it to the sword cultivator opposite.

This Jian Xiu took the ink-stained paper and read the words on it with a look of bewilderment.

Jiang Su's font is slender and messy, and has a strange beauty, as if he wants to write about the famous thin gold in his previous life, but he has disassembled the head and tail of the word. It reads:

"Peach kernel, safflower, angelica, rehmannia root, hyssop, ligusticum chuanxiong, bellflower, red peony, citrus aurantium, licorice, bupleurum."

This sword cultivator subconsciously read out the name of this medicinal material, and when he finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at Jiang Su, the man who thought that he had no hope of seeking medical treatment, his eyes were full of panic.

He choked in a low voice, mixed with some stumbling: "This is?" He wasn't sure, he couldn't believe it was a cure for him.

Moreover, he had known for a long time that the doctors kept their prescriptions secret.

What is she doing, is she comforting me?

Jiang Su admired Jian Xiu's extraordinarily distorted bitter face, smiled, and swept him with an incomprehensible foolish look: "This is a prescription, now in the sect competition, I can't boil it for you, I don't have the spiritual materials on it, you need to find it yourself."

The girl in Tsing Yi looked indifferent after explaining, and added: "You can go to the Yusu Hall in Hongfeng Town at the foot of the mountain to find me after today, and by the way, go there first to find out what spiritual materials are available, and which spiritual materials you need to buy at the trading house yourself."

"I will make a decoction for you, if you hate the decoction and work hard, I can directly refine it for you."

The meaning of Jiang Su's words was about to come out.

You can't die! What a fool you are!

Jian Xiu listened to Jiang Su's words, and for a moment he had mixed feelings, his lips moved, and he didn't know where to start when he had something to say: "You ......"

"Are you serious? You didn't lie to me...... Bar"

Jiang Su laughed angrily, her voice no longer had a sense of comfort, she mocked: "Yes, I am lying to you, I collude with the firm that sells medicine, as long as you go to buy these spiritual herbs, they will give you a fierce price increase, so that you should call the heavens and the earth unspiritual, and see that there is a way to live ahead, but in the end you personally embark on the dead end called poverty."

Jiang Su was talking back, and it was not difficult for the few people present to hear it. This girl in Tsing Yi is a little girl, how could she let Yankuan Commercial Bank collude with her to raise prices, and how much money can these spiritual materials be worth?

That was a behemoth in the cultivation realm, how could he be willing to lose his reputation for dozens or hundreds of spirit stones.

Besides, this sword cultivator is holding this recipe in his hand, if he sells it, I'm afraid it will be higher than these hundreds of taels, right?

This is the recipe written by the only daughter of the current medical fairy, this is the inheritance of the medical fairy! If any of the medical practitioners present were distracted to see this scene, would he not want to come over and take a look?

Jiang Su naturally thought about whether this recipe could be passed on, but in the end she let go.

"This recipe...... Can you really give it to me? Otherwise, I'll wait for you at the medical hall you said tomorrow, and Miss Laojiang will sell me the pill directly......"

Jiang Su shook his head, his expression indifferent and disappreciative, "No, don't bother me." I know what you mean, do you think this is the inheritance of medical immortals, an immortal treasure? ”

Jian Xiu nodded blankly, his sadness had long been shattered by this series of boulder attacks.

"Hmm."

The girl in Tsing Yi hooked her lips and smiled, and her sarcastic and cynical fluttering eyes all turned into the thickness of the brick and earth wall in an instant.

"We have some medical books that are circulating in the market. The most famous one is a medical book from the pre-Qin to the Han Dynasty, which no one knows who created it, and it is the first to knock on the door of medical Taoism for those who study medicine in the world. ”

"Later, Zhang was born in the war, and two-thirds of the family died due to epidemics, and he worked hard for decades, and finally wrote an immortal work, which is a classic for the world's doctors."

"There are also medical records, which have been passed down by word of mouth for thousands of families from generation to generation, and finally compiled and compiled by everyone into a book and passed on to the world."

Speaking of this, Jiang Su paused for a moment, and suddenly raised his eyes from his misty and godless eyes to stare at this sword cultivator, his expression slightly crazy.

"So you say! ......Should these people abandon their selfish desires and seek eternal happiness for the people of the world?"

"What about becoming an immortal?"

Jiang Su said, one is the "Yellow Emperor's Neijing", known as the ancestor of medicine, the second is "Treatise on Typhoid Fever and Miscellaneous Diseases", which is written by the medical saint Zhang Zhongjing, and the third is "Shennong's Materia Medica" is a product collected and created by hundreds of schools.

Jiang Su also studied medicine in this order.

But...... They are all medical books in the present world, and there are no such existences in the cultivation realm, and the medical books in the cultivation realm are also the laws and prescriptions obtained by the people in this realm who have explored for thousands of years.

The law remains the same, only the prescription medicine is slightly different, and this is also from time to time there is a certain herb or spiritual material, so that Jiang Su can not find any trace of it in this realm.

"Cheng Xian, ......," Jiang Su whispered in a low voice.

She knew in her heart that where did she become an immortal, these preachers in the present world had already turned into a handful of loess and were submerged in the deep mountains of unknown places.

They can't become immortals......

They are mortal.

The addition promised yesterday will have two new chapters today!