Time flies like a white horse.

In the blink of an eye, five years have passed.

In the era when the demons and gods rose together, there was no peaceful land.

Even in the territory ruled by the two gods, there are often harassment from Warcraft and Demon Gods.

Immortals and gods fight the law, and mortals suffer disasters.

No matter how fertile the land is, it has been eroded by demonic blood all year round, thus nourishing the plague, and mortals are miserable.

In the end, he is good at mechanics and construction, and he knows a little bit about medical skills, but he is not proficient in it.

Fortunately, among the immortals, there is a true monarch who is good at the art of Danding.

Li Xiaocong was fortunate enough to come into contact with once.

Now, in addition to the art of exterior scenes, he has learned the two techniques of Fu Gong Danding.

But alchemy and healing are two different things.

Li Xiao only knows how to suppress, but he can't cure the disease.

"It's not enough to be pure, I'll pick some back, Aunt Liu, don't worry, I will definitely find a way to cure your illness."

Li Xiao's hands are often not enough, and he looks at the people of Chenzhi who have been sick for a long time, and his heart is very anxious.

"Miko-sama, my mother will definitely get better, right?"

The young boy tugged at the corner of Li Xiao's clothes and looked at him with tears in his eyes.

My father died in the war, and now my mother has also fallen.

There are countless families like this in the land.

Mortals live in dire straits every day.

Li Xiaogui is the son of God, so he naturally bears a certain amount of responsibility for the end. "Don't worry, you'll be fine, wait for me to come back."

He picked up the bamboo basket and touched the head of the three-year-old child, and flew towards the direction of Dihuazhou.

There are footmen who pass over there, and even in the war years, there will be medicine pickers who are busy making a living.

Not all of these traders came from theocratic lands, but some came from the kingdom of man.

It's not so much a kingdom as a city-state settlement.

For example, places such as Yuling and Wuyupo are ruled by man, living a life without contention.

"Uncle, you have a clear heart glass bag, I can exchange it with the bacon marinated by the people of rock dust with you."

Li Xiao accosted the uncle of the merchant who used to buy and sell medicines.

In this era, there was no Mora, and people mostly bartered for goods, or exchanged rare items such as gold, stone, and jade from the veins.

But it's more about the necessities of life such as clothes and food.

"Alas, little boy, if you had come earlier, I wouldn't have exchanged this gold stone with anyone."

The stall owner sighed regretfully, although the gold stone is a hard commodity, it is not as good as the bacon of the people of Yanchen.

That's food that can be stored for a long time.

"Okay."

Li Xiao pondered that he had to rely on himself, according to his past experience in collecting medicines, there were two things like Qingxin glazed bags growing near Wuyunpo and Qingyunding Aozang Mountain.

The former is a human-ruled settlement, and the latter is the Xianjiadong Mansion.

He didn't choose the nearest Wufu Slope, but the most familiar Xianjia venue.

Even in the war years, the immortals often gathered, and most of the time they talked about the war situation and made plans.

Li Xiao was fortunate enough to follow the end of the past and roll a familiar face.

It's a pity that I can't touch the old clock.

Just as Lixiao was about to leave, he heard the sound of crying from the villages near Dihuazhou.

"What's going on?"

As a son of God, he has an obligation to investigate the situation.

The voice of the footman was heard nearby.

"That's the practice of a healer from Wuruipo."

"How?" Li Xiao was puzzled, and he still needed to practice medicine.

Eighty percent are charlatans.

Good fellow, you dare to come to the land of theocracy to make trouble.

Li Xiao rolled up his sleeves and flew over, and found a black-clothed young man holding a demon red cane dancing in front of the bonfire, chanting words in his mouth.

The fire burned like dusk, burning a corpse.

"Only the unruly fire can purify the filth of heaven and earth, raise the vermilion firewood, and retreat - cut the evil spirit!"

As the black-clothed young man sang, the corpses on the shelves boiled and the withered grass cracked, and wisps of black gas emerged from it.

He brandished his red cane and ignited the black gas, dispelling the filth from the lodged corpse.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

Li Xiao seemed to see the corpse turn into a gray butterfly in the flames, wiped his eyes and found that it was just smoke and dust.

"That's the Staff of Goma, a five-star weapon!?"

The young man in black must be the ancestor of Hu Tao.

Woohoo!

The movement here seems to have attracted monsters, such as hilichurls, trick flowers, young rock dragon lizards, and so on.

These monsters are all entangled with evil energy, and they are afraid that they will be attracted by the ritual.

There is an introduction in the illustrated book in the game, and the hilichurls have been infesting the land for thousands of years, and there is no history and civilization.

Long before the game's open beta, hilichurls appeared during the official comic book Vanessa period.

It follows that not all hilichurls are from Kanria.

It is not surprising that hilichurls haunt this era.

"Master, there are monsters again, this time there are a lot of them!"

The child next to the healer cried in fright, hiding behind him and shivering.

"Don't be afraid, let the families leave first."

The healer was fearless, brandishing a red cane in a good manner, picking up a torch hilichurl that rushed over, walking the earth to save the dead and help the wounded, how could he not have martial arts.

Even if the human beings of this era do not have the Vision of God, there are outstanding people.

However, being outnumbered, two fists are hard to beat four hands, and the healer is gradually struggling not to be an opponent.

"Let me show you the master's marksmanship!"

Suddenly, the hilt of the gun formed by the dust shot out like a windmill, knocking out all the monsters.

Dawn descended from the sky and protected the healer behind him.

"You are?" The healer looked at the boy in amazement.

"Don't care, it's just a passing medicine picker."

Lixiao's spear is like a dragon, sweeping through the eight wildernesses, like a hundred birds and a phoenix, and the marksmanship is so fast that it can't be seen clearly by the naked eye.

In just five breaths, all the monsters died under the gun.

"Thank you, little brother, for coming to the rescue." The healer gave it up.

"Master!"

Soon, the Healer's disciples arrived with Millelith soldiers to support.

Ogihuazhou is also a theocratic land, and the Millelith Army also has a garrison here.

"I'm fine, thanks to this little brother's righteous action."

The healer smiled slightly.

"Miko-sama!"

The Millelith recognized Li Xiao and looked at the person in surprise, the so-called Divine Son was not the son of the Rock King, but the adopted son of the ally Dust Demon God.

"Miko!?"

The doctor looked stunned, and hurriedly knelt down and saluted, he didn't expect that the little medicine boy in front of him turned out to be the rumored son of the demon god.

It is said that at a young age, his combat power is comparable to that of the demon god's family, and he even once abused the hilichurl rock helmet king with his bare hands, and even the Yaksha is not an opponent.

"You don't have to salute like this, I don't know what this healer is called?"

Li Xiao helped the other party up, he never thought that his identity was so noble.

At the same time, take the opportunity to extract.

[Ding, congratulations on obtaining the third-level medical mastery]

【Ding, congratulations on comprehending the ritual of passing away】

[Ding, congratulations on obtaining the body butterfly to attract the next life]

Sure enough, it was the ancestor of the walnut.

Maybe the other party is the first hall master of the Afterlife Hall.

"It's rude, Hu Yan in Hujia Village, Xiawufupo, this is my disciple Hu Yao."

Hu Yan respectfully introduced himself, and did not dare to slack off in the face of the son of the demon god.

"Relax Mr. Hu, I'm not a god, I should make a friend, by the way, Mr. Hu, I heard that you often practice it nearby, I don't know what kind of ritual it is?"

Li Xiao pretended to be curious and asked.

"Oh, that's the ritual of my Wu Slope funeral master, and I blame my medical skills for not saving those patients, so that the patients can rest in peace after death, I hereby send them to the border."

Hu Yan briefly explained the ritual of passing away.

The corpses of silent gods and monsters nourish the miasma, and only fire can purify the unclean, allowing the filth and fire to rise together to the heavens that can hold everything.

"If the demons rise up today, the ritual of death can relieve the pain of all people, and it should not be trapped in a small and unreasonable slope."

Hu Yan is a benevolent doctor and has compassion for the world, and he is not understood by his clan and is expelled.

All the way to the funeral.

"It's a good idea, and it shouldn't be buried."

Li Xiao invited the other party to go to the Dust Tribes Settlement for treatment, and preached the cremation ceremony to purify the evil miasma.

This tradition will continue for thousands of years, with the Hall of the Afterlife and the Yaksha of the Immortals active in the land of Liyue to eradicate the remnants of the Demon Gods.

It's all an afterthought.