A green light lit up on Xiao Qingyi's body, looming with the meaning of grass and trees.

Xiao Qing walked into the mountains and forests unconsciously, holding a firewood knife tightly in one hand, carefully searching for the herbs needed in the forest.

She has read a lot of books on plants and trees, knows the properties of some plants and trees, and knows where these herbs grow.

Some grow near water, some on stone walls, some like shade and grow under rocks, and some like sunlight to grow in places without trees.

Xiao Qingyi kept searching for the herbs she needed in the mountains and forests, and the sound of the stream came to Xiao Qingyi's ears, and Xiao Qingyi immediately looked for the sound of the flowing water.

Sure enough, an herb grew next to a boulder by the river.

Xiao Qingyi cautiously walked to the boulder and raised her hand to pick the herb, but she didn't want to slip under her feet and fall into the stream.

There were pebbles under the stream, and Xiao Qingyi fell on the stones, and her knees broke the skin.

The red blood flowed downstream along the stream, Xiao Qingyi just glanced at her knees, and then silently slowly got up and climbed onto the boulder again, picking the herb.

No complaints, no painful words...... After Xiao Qingyi picked the herb, she silently turned around and continued to search for the herb.

It's just that the soaked clothes are constantly dripping with water, dyed with a hint of red.

Like a little adult, she silently carried the hope of that village......

Only the hand holding the hatchet trembled uncontrollably, as if to tell of her pain.

Xiao Qingyi didn't pick a lot of herbs at one time, and she was afraid that the people in the village would not be able to withstand the plague.

She plans to let everyone in the village drink some medicine first, and then she will continue to pick herbs.

Xiao Qingyi carried the herbs in her bag, turned around and limped towards the small village.

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Xiao Qingyi did not leave the small village very far, and returned to the small village after half an hour......

The small village was still groaning, and Xiao Qingyi silently walked into the old woman's house, lit the stove, and threw the herbs in the package into the boiler to boil.

The firewood crackled in the furnace, and the smell of medicine came out, and the breeze spread throughout the village.

The cauldron of medicine is more difficult to boil, and Xiaoqing Yicai's herbs are not enough, and the blind estimate is only enough for one person in the small village and one bowl.

The autumn breeze came slowly, with the fragrance of medicine, as if Xiaoqing followed Su Mo's body and saw that peace and kindness spread slightly among the mountains.

Xiao Qingyi silently continued to add water to the pot and add firewood to the stove.

The light of the furnace fire shone on Xiao Qingyi's face, reflecting Xiao Qingyi's face with divine brilliance......

Two hours later, Xiao Qing withdrew the firewood from the stove, then got up and slowly scooped up bowls of potion from the pot and walked out of the hut.

Xiao Qingyi sent the soup she had made by herself to every household bowl by bowl, and then took the empty bowls from each household and returned to the hut.

The village is not large, with only a few dozen families.

It only took Xiao Qingyi an hour to feed all the people in the village with medicine. There were no men in the prime of life in this small village, only women, children, and children.

It also means that there is no one to help her.

And before the people in the village can move, she can't pass the prescription to them and let them collect medicine on their own to save themselves.

Words of thanks came into Xiao Qingyi's ears, making her heart gradually feel warm. She didn't notice that the meaning of the plants and trees on her body was even stronger.

After everyone in the village drank the medicine, Xiao Qingyi returned to the old woman's house, looking at the pot that had bottomed out, Xiao Qingyi sighed.

I forced some medicinal soup out of the residue in the pot and drank it for myself.

She knew that if she also suffered from the plague, the people of this village would be saved......

The moonlight floats and a cool breeze hits.

Xiao Qingyi simply ate two mouthfuls of dry food, sat alone on the stone steps of the small village, and looked at the moonlight a little distracted.

"Why should there be sickness in the world?" Xiao Qingyi's face showed a hint of confusion. BIquGe.biz

If you don't have pain, you won't get sick. If he was not sick, his sister would not have died.

As if feeling a little cold, Xiaoqing tightened the clothes on her body.

The clothes that were soaked when they fell into the water also dried when they boiled the medicine and burned the fire, but Xiao Qingyi still felt a little cold......

"If there was no sickness in this world, how good it would be......"

Xiao Qingyi's face showed a hint of expectation, "I want to be like my predecessors and have the ability to save people." Let there be no more sickness in this world......"

Xiaoqing snuggled up in hope and fell asleep against the stone steps.

The night was cold, and the people in the town seemed to be much better under Xiao Qingyi's medicinal soup, and the sound of painful moans was much less.

The night flickered, and before dawn, Xiao Qingyi slowly woke up.

After simply eating two mouthfuls of dry food, picking up a firewood knife and finding a medicine basket, Xiao Qingyi walked into the mountains again......

This search is half a day.

Xiao Qingyi's body was scarred by the grass and trees when she walked in the forest, and her body was very messy.

But Xiao Qingyi was very sensible and didn't complain, just silently searched for herbs.

Carrying the medicine basket on her back, Xiao Qingyi returned to the village......

But as soon as she entered the village, Xiao Qingyi's face changed suddenly.

She heard the screams of pain in the village again, even worse than yesterday.

Xiao Qingyi looked flustered and ran into the old woman's house with the medicine basket on her back.

The old woman had fallen into a coma at this moment, and the cold sweat on her head made the old woman tremble.

Xiao Qingyi dropped the medicine basket with a pale face, ran to the old woman's side, raised her hand and touched the old woman's pulse, and was stunned on the spot.

"How can this be ......"

Xiao Qingyi's face was flustered and looked a little helpless, and a sense of helplessness floated in her heart.

"It's just an ordinary plague, how can it be serious again?"

According to her assumptions, even if it is good and slow, it will not get worse anyway.

Xiao Qingyi looked a little confused, looking at the old woman in front of her at a loss.

The old woman's situation was very dangerous at the moment, and it seemed that she could die at any time. That sense of life and death floated to Xiao Qingyi's heart.

"Senpai, what should I do......"

Xiao Qingyi muttered to herself, looking at the old woman in front of her, her eyes slowly turned red.

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind Xiao Qingyi.

"Have you ever wondered why this isolated village is infected with the plague?"

Xiao Qingyi trembled and looked back violently.

A white-clothed and white-haired figure stood in the doorway, looking at her with calm and soft eyes. The white clothes seemed to have endless light shining into Xiao Qingyi's eyes.

Xiao Qingyi looked at the dazzling white clothes and opened her mouth.

"Senior ......"

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