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"What's wrong?"

"Xiu Xue......, is there no my name on the blood contract?"

Chen Zeshen's expression was cold, and after a while, he replied with a smile: "Your name...... Xiaoyan, or Xiaoyan? ”

Xu Yan knew what words Chen Zeshen was saying, and a sour feeling welled up on his nose after a long time. This is his previous name, sometimes it is glamorous, sometimes it is a swallow's Yan, and then he has to be called Xu Yan when he is given his name by the master.

He was originally a "wild" child who wandered in the pile of women in the Qinglou. met Master Yao Zhen, the bachelor who was ridiculed by all the middle schools.

He looked at this junior brother, memories flooded back in his heart, and his vision was blurred.

"Would you like to be my student?"

"But I'm ...... My mother was there...... They all call me the son of a harlot...... I can't touch a book, it's going to be dirty. ”

The man squatted down, reached out and touched the child in colorful clothes, quietly scattered the incense powder on his body, wiped the black ash off his face with his thick black thumb, and gently buckled a few pieces of dirt from the corners of the child's eyes with his clean nails.

"The book is the word of the saints, it is printed on the grass and trees, and it is never stained by anyone. ...... as long as you want."

"The son of a prostitute, why can't he do the way of a gentleman."

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"Senior brother...... It was you who first entered the Stone Heart Sect, and it was you who led me to find immortality. On the day of Master's execution, you were late, it was destiny, I never blamed you, I wanted to resurrect Master, I couldn't leave him. ”

"The road of eternal life, mysterious and mysterious, the door of all wonders, it is difficult for ordinary people to knock. Since you have entered the path of immortality, don't let down the stone heart in your heart. ”

"You and I are both stone-hearted, so you don't have to be trapped by love."

"I, Chen Xiuxue, everything I have learned in half my life is inseparable from the grace of Master Yao, he died because of me, and I want to ......"

"Let him live because of me again."

The emotion in Xu Yan's eyes turned from Pingtan to a waterfall, how could he be ungrateful to his teacher? How can you abandon kindness?

"Xiu Xue......" The man in black holding the sword, his lips trembled, and he choked and spit out two words.

Even his hand holding the sword had become cold. He never thought that Chen Xiuxue, who had always been unfaithful, would persuade him to believe in his fate.

"We are a stone heart to raise wood, and we are using the flesh and skin of these Quartet people to drop a sleepy word."

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"Come on, come on, first fill this gourd with decoction, the people under the tree have been gnawed off by rat fleas and can't walk, you just pour them into their mouths."

"If there are bugs, burn them, what bugs can be on mortals now?! It's not all rat fleas and rotting maggots that kill people! Don't tell me you can't see ?!! It's useless to use talismans! Fu Huo, this person turned into ashes directly! Call the fire of the five elements, and if you are not proficient, go to those tools to repair. ”

"Everyone who can walk over there comes here, don't grab it, this soup is enough, everyone can have it!"

"A bowl! Just one bowl! It's not okay to drink too much! If you drink too much, you die!! Stop that kid!! ”

"Who is that Spirit Beast Peak!! Don't control your cockroaches!! Just set fire to your "friends" and don't let your "friends" touch this potion, eh! Don't talk! When you speak, the cockroaches on your face start to fall, ahh!!h ”

The first thing Jiang Su heard when he came was the sound of this chaos, followed by the rich smell of boiled soup.

"I can't imagine that there will be days when the smell of soup and medicine will be floating all over the mountains and fields in Shifangmen." Jiang Su took a deep breath, his closed eyes were slightly loose, and he bent into two rounds of the crescent moon, and the whole person was relaxed and comfortable.

"I didn't expect that either." A familiar male voice remembered.

Yu Yunyu carried the pot in one hand and the shovel in the other, and walked to Jiang Su's side.

His pot was half-drooping on the ground, rubbing a layer of dirt, and there was nothing in it, but it was still steaming and smelling of medicine, and the temperature had not yet dropped shortly after calling the artillery medicinal materials.

"Senior Brother Yu, why don't you see your alchemy furnace? It's a pity that your enlarged stove doesn't use it to make soup. ”

Yu Yunji's alchemy furnace is shaped like the one used by mortals to make soup.

He laid the big iron pot flat on the ground, threw the long shovel gently in the big iron pot, moved his wrist with his hand slightly numb, and then pinched his body and threw it on the pot on the ground.

"See, see what? Aren't you blind now? His tone was flat.

"......" what? Catch me with the language disease, huh?

"It's blind, but the rest of the senses are more sensitive, and I know from the moment you came over that you didn't have an alchemy furnace in your hand." Jiang Su explained.

She knew that the sea was pitch black now, and it was indeed inferred from the form of the diffusion of the smell that he was not using an alchemy furnace, but an iron pot without a lid.

"Hmm." Yu Yunyu looked carefully at the expression of the girl in Tsing Yi, and did not see half of the sluggishness, and bowed her head slightly.

"I never thought that one day, I would be able to make a decoction for mortals with the entire medical cultivation of the Pain Relief Peak."

"Alchemy is a pharmaceutical method, and boiling medicine is also a pharmaceutical method, although it is different from the medicine that uses the final product of furnace alchemy as water, but it can have a certain effect on people."

Mortals often used fire to make decoctions, and monks often used pills in their medical practice. The decoction is a decoction, and the elixir refers to the pills, pills, and powder that are refined with spiritual power in an alchemy furnace.

Jiang Su knew that Yu Yunjie was sad and sad, reminiscing about his past experience of crawling all the way out of the mortal man.

"Looking back on the past, the years are thick." Jiang Su commented.

Yu Yunyu seemed to have feelings when he heard this.

"Huh! Su Su, you're here, quick, this is the final decoction of the three recipes we studied together yesterday! These mortals have been poured down. ”

Elder Bai Yifei ran towards Jiang Su, lowered his body slightly, grabbed Jiang Su's wrist, and led her quickly towards the three large alchemy furnaces not far away.

Fang Zhi silently followed behind the two.

"Susu, take a look at these furnaces, they are the three types of diseases corresponding to the plague, and the amount of medicinal materials among them is added according to the three Dan furnaces."

The black-clothed elder put his hands behind his back at this time, and came over silently, he watched Elder Fei holding Jiang Su's arm, pointing out to her where the Dan furnace was, and which medicine for which symptoms was in the furnace.

Elder Fei was even more excited than the rest of the elders, and before Jiang Su could come up with a comment, he dragged Jiang Su to a place where many victims were lying.

Jiang Su could clearly hear the slightly heavy and intermittent wheezing of these people, and the smell of decay on their bodies was like a dead branch in a muddy field, mixed with the smell of burnt meat.

"It's the smell of bugs being roasted. It's worthy of protein, tsk, high protein, and it should be mixed with some carrion on people......" Jiang Su muttered in his heart.

The next moment, there was a picture in her sea of consciousness that Elder Fei wanted her to witness at this time.

She couldn't laugh anymore.

Dozens of people leaned against tree trunks, shoulders on top of each other, some pressed against their bodies, others with their heads propped up. They all held a porcelain bowl-like vessel with a piece of porcelain bowl that had been broken in half, a thick piece at the bottom of the vat, and some of them had an intact porcelain cup.

These vessels contained a yellowish and blackened decoction.

"Decoction ......"

Two worlds, the same disease, the same medicine, the same ...... Misery.

(End of chapter)