Chapter 391
Shui Miaomiao promised Xianyan Immortal Venerable that he would persuade the immortals.
But Xianyan Immortal Venerable didn't take this matter to heart at all, Shui Miaomiao couldn't persuade Wen Ren Immortal.
Watching Shui Miaomiao take over the work of Si Yun, he put medicine on Wen Renxian's hands, and said softly, but it was just a sense of smell, and it didn't hurt.
Xianyan Xianzun didn't know who to feel sorry for.
Since Wen Renxian thinks that it is his fault that Shui Miao Miao lost his sense of smell, it is not easy for anyone to persuade him.
And the more light and bleak Shui Miaomiao said, the more innocent it feels.
Xianyan Immortal Venerable really wanted to step forward and say, even if you didn't retreat at that time, the Peach Blossom Paradise held by the Immortal League would not be able to enter, and Shui Miaomiao would still be injured.
In the past few days, the doctor has changed several batches, but nothing has been noticed.
The weasel musk deer that Shui Miaomiao said seemed to have really hurt her sense of smell, but no one could guarantee that there would be other sequelae in the future.
Tianyuan Peak, in Yinyue Lake, Shui Miao practiced her sword for a while, and sat on the swing to relax.
The ice blue butterfly flew from the sky, with a wisp of red silk at the end, and landed on Shui Miaomiao's outstretched palm.
Shui Miao blinked and waved the red thread.
Shui Miaomiao put her hands on her cheeks and sighed.
Wen Renxian came back injured again.
Shui Miao Miao couldn't smell the blood, so she sent the Ice Blue Butterfly to Xianyan Immortal Venerable to do internal response.
Wenren Immortal is two or three days away from the Gu Immortal Sect, and when he returns to the sect, he will first go to Xianyan Immortal Zun, and then after a while, the four people will carry some good things to detain the gate of Yuetan.
So Shui Miaomiao doesn't close the door now.
Those things are hard to find, the so-called things that are useful for restoring the sense of smell, but in the end they are all useless, of course, they can't be all, although those things can't restore Shui Miaomiao's sense of smell, but they are also good things for the body.
Shui Miaomiao now feels that her hair is getting darker and darker, her figure is a little taller, and her skin is even more tender and smooth.
"Master is a little seriously injured today~~"
Shui Miao muttered, her feet off the ground, and the swing swayed lightly.
Don't ask the ice blue butterfly how to convey the information, Wen Renxian didn't want Shui Miao Miao to know about the injury, and asked everyone to hide it from Shui Miaomiao.
But Xianyan Xianzun didn't want to hide it, Uncle Xiao did those dangerous things for Shui Miaomiao, she didn't know, what it was!
And it just so happened that Shui Miaomiao didn't want to accept this favor in vain.
The ice blue butterfly is just a medium that the two of them know well, looking at the red silk at the tail end, the more it stretches, the heavier the fairy wound.
"I remember when I returned to Tianyuan Peak, the excuse I made for myself was to make a deep fire if I wanted to, and I thanked Wen Renxian and told him that I didn't have to do this, I couldn't afford it. ”
Shui Miaomiao muttered to herself, "I didn't expect that when I heard the immortals, I would go even harder." ”
In the past few weeks, Xianyan Immortal Venerable's qi pressure was low, and no one dared to approach Shui Yunkuo, so they all took a detour.
Shui Miaomiao really wants to say to Xianyan Xianzun, why don't you tie up Wenren Xian and lose his memory with a stick?
However, Shui Miaomiao thought about it, all these years, she had concealed a drop of water, but she was exposed in less than a day after seeing and hearing about the immortals.
I'm afraid that even if I lose the memory in the hall, I can see it in the next second.
Although she worships Wenren Immortal as her teacher, Shui Miaomiao's actual days with Wenren Immortal are not as long as the days when she quarrels with the Nine Feuds.
Unexpectedly, Wen Renxian silently recorded Shui Miaomiao's every move.
Wen Renxian has never accepted apprentices, let alone taken care of people, but he is studying for Shui Miaomiao······
"Alas. ”
Shui Miao let out a long sigh, it seemed that she owed more and more.
The four of them hurriedly walked through the wall outside Yinyue Lake and walked over.
Shui Miao Miao waved the ice blue butterfly, let it play by itself, jumped off the swing by himself, and greeted the four children, "What is it today?"
"Powder ground from scorpions. Si Yun opened the box, and it was full of pink powder.
"Fragrant Scorpion!" Shui Miaomiao flipped through the "Grand View of the Gods and Demons Realm" if he had nothing to do, and he didn't need to be introduced by Si Xiao, "Master, he really doesn't plan to die!"
The scorpion, a social animal, is as small as a grain of sand, but the tip of the tail is extremely poisonous, and a single scorpion can poison an adult yak.
Just ask Wen Renxian how he found so many incense scorpions, removed their tails, and ground them into this full box of powder.
"You are in such a hurry, Master should have fallen into a coma and not woken up yet. ”
Shui Miaomiao took the powder cartridge from Si Yun's hand and asked.
Si Yu nodded, "slave"
"Alright. Shui Miaomiao waved her hand, "I know how to use this thing, you go back and guard the master." ”
"Yes"
"I'll still get the powder in my nose. Shui Miaomiao put the powder box on the swing and pushed the four girls, but the safety of Wen Renxian was important.
This thing is extremely rare and precious, but most of it is also useless, so why let Si Yu guard here and waste manpower?
"Then, Miao Miao, you have to remember that this powder belt is slightly irritating, don't do it more at a time, increase it many times if you don't do it less, and the stimulation may recover. ”
The four women admonished and hurriedly left Tianyuan Peak.
Irritation?
Shui Miaomiao looked at the powder box on the swing, how could she not feel that she wanted to use it.
Of course, how can you not use it, although it doesn't matter if you say it, but it's really uncomfortable to have no sense of smell, and now it's calm, but it's just a habit.
If possible, Shui Miaomiao also wants to recover.
I went upstairs with the compact.
After hitting a basin of water, get ready.
It's like using nasal powder inhalers, using spiritual power to deliver powder into the nasal cavity.
It's a choking thrill.
In less than a second, Shui Miaomiao leaned on the table and coughed violently.
It is said that this fragrant scorpion is fragrant, how can Shui Miaomiao feel a smell of blood, the nose and throat are connected, Shui Miaomiao only feels nauseous and uncomfortable now, as if swallowing a bag of blood.
Luckily, there was a basin of water.
Shui Miaomiao hurriedly buried her whole face in the water and 'gurgled'.
"Good!"
Shui Miaomiao came out of the water holding her breath, rubbing her nose and sticking out her tongue, the smell of blood could not be dissipated.
There was a rusty sensation on the tongue, and even the tip of the nose was surrounded by a rust smell.
Ay!
Don't say it, doesn't Shui Miaomiao smell it?
Shui Miaomiao didn't smell it.
The smell of rust at the tip of the nose is nothing more than a message from the brain to the center.
Because there is a rust on the tip of the tongue, and Shui Miaomiao, who has a sense of smell, happens to know what the smell of rust is, and it is just a misinformation.
As Fu Lingjun said, people have a total of six senses, sight, hearing, touch, smell, taste, and perception, and these six senses together create our perception.
And the weasel musk deer destroys the entire olfactory system, because whatever you see, hear, touch, or imagine will eventually converge on the olfactory system and respond.
And Shui Miaomiao's olfactory system has been destroyed, but other systems are good, and they can use their previous memories to imagine smells, although they are not necessarily right, but they are not bad.
For example, this fragrant scorpion powder does smell fragrant, but it is mixed with the blood dripping from the smelling immortals, sniffing carefully, it is not an exaggeration to say that it smells of blood.
Shui Miaomiao pulled her wet hair back, sat back on the stool, looked at the scorpion powder on the side, and it was probably hopeless for her sense of smell to recover, but ······