Later, although the dying clay pot villagers were brought back by their families and hired doctors, they never got better.

Even in the past six months or so, several of those patients have passed away one after another. Everyone gradually despaired, and no longer had hope for their relatives to be cured, but fortunately, there were not many people who had been to Taoping Town together at that time, and in the end there was no panic.

But for ordinary people like them, what can they do even if they really can't survive?

Liu Pingsan had learned from his conversation with the city lord of Qingrui City that even the Qingrui City, which was already very big in Liu Pingsan's eyes, was only managed and protected by a middle-to-lower sect.

In this world, there are so many ordinary people, relatively speaking, there are too few true cultivators, and their own talent is one thing, but those cultivators who cherish themselves and are unwilling to preach to the people under the mountain are also an important reason for this situation.

This has also led to small places like Taoping Town and Clay Pot Village, basically no sect is willing to pay too much attention, it's not that there are really no geniuses, it's not really people who can't cultivate, it's just that no one is willing to explore and cultivate.

Maxima often has, but Bole does not often have, that's all.

Why did the Yan Wolf dare to slaughter the sect and the town at that time? Its own strength was only one of the reasons, and the main reason was that it was a small place, and even if there was any movement, it would not attract the attention of too many big forces.

After listening to Brother Changsheng's story, Liu Pingsan frowned, and after thinking for a while, he finally proposed to go to the back room to see Uncle Fugui.

Zhang Changsheng wanted to refuse, but even a serious doctor couldn't see why, what could a teenage child do?

But when he saw Liu Pingsan's determined look, he finally had to shake his head helplessly and agreed to Liu Pingsan's request.

After explaining to his apprentice and asking him to wait here for a while, Liu Pingsan got up and walked to the back room under the leadership of Brother Changsheng.

Looking at the rich uncle who was lying on the bed, obviously only forty or fifty years old, but already haggard and dying, Liu Pingsan's eyes were red again.

He couldn't hold back and didn't cry, walked up to Uncle Fugui, and shook the latter's hand.

At the same time, he also quietly crossed the aura into Uncle Fugui's body, and he wanted to see what was trying to take the lives of Uncle Fugui and the villagers of Clay Pot Village.

As Liu Pingsan's aura wandered in Uncle Fugui's body, Liu Pingsan gradually realized the tangle of the problem.

I don't know how the other villagers were, but after Liu Pingsan's careful observation, he found that the reason why Uncle Fugui's vitality was constantly lost was mainly because of the existence of a strange purple aura in his body.

Although there are not many of these purple aura, it is extremely aggressive, and as soon as the trace of aura that Liu Pingsan initially entered into Uncle Fugui's body touched those purple aura, he was immediately devoured by the latter.

And the meridians and various organs in Uncle Fugui's body are also constantly eroded by that strange aura, and they have become extremely fragile, if it weren't for the small number of this aura, I'm afraid Uncle Fugui would have died a long time ago.

However, fortunately, although that aura is difficult, Liu Pingsan can still use his own aura to clear it, but he needs to make some preparations.

Liu Ping stood up after thinking for a while, only to see that his originally frowning brows gradually eased, he turned to look at Zhang Changsheng, and said, "Brother Changsheng, don't be sad, I should have a way for Uncle Fugui's illness." ”

"What?" Zhang Changsheng's face first showed a hint of joy, as if the person who was about to drown finally grabbed a life-saving straw, but then he shook his head, and said helplessly in his tone: "Pingsan, don't comfort me, no one doctor has any choice, you are a little ...... Hey, what can you do?"

"Brother Changsheng, do you think I'm the kind of person who talks about it?"

Zhang Changsheng looked at the latter with a determined expression, although he was very willing to believe Liu Pingsan, but he really couldn't find any reason to believe it in his heart. Could it be that Ping Sanwa has had some adventures in the past year or so, and has a few wonderful medical skills with which divine doctor?

Zhang Changsheng could only think of this reasonable reason to convince himself. After all, for an authentic rural man like him, it is really difficult for him to think of some flying immortals.

So, he asked tentatively: "Could it be that I haven't seen you for more than a year, Pingsan, you have worshiped a certain divine doctor with superb medical skills as a teacher?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Changsheng suddenly felt that it made sense, so he continued to deduce along this path: "So that little baby will be your apprentice, right? Oh, no wonder you just said that you wanted to come to see my father, including the reason why your attitude is so determined, it must be because you have found a way to treat my father, right?"

Zhang Changsheng held Liu Pingsan's hand with both hands, and said in a slightly choked tone: "Pingsan, you must cure your rich uncle! For more than half a year, you don't know how my father spent his life, and I, as a son, really can't stand it!"

At this time, in Zhang Changsheng's eyes, Liu Pingsan seemed to be the last hope.

When Liu Pingsan heard Brother Changsheng's words, he felt a little uncomfortable. But for some reason, probably because he was afraid of shocking his brother, or maybe it was to give the latter a kind of protection, Liu Pingsan didn't explain too much, but followed the other party's statement and nodded in agreement.

After getting Liu Pingsan's affirmation, Zhang Changsheng was really excited at this time, and he said excitedly: "Pingsan, you say, what do you need me to prepare, I will definitely find a way to get it for you!"

"Well......" Liu Pingsan turned his head and thought about it, and said to the latter: "That's it, Brother Changsheng, you go and pour a bowl of warm boiled water, and then close the door, don't let anyone in." ”

"It's just, it's that simple?" Zhang Changsheng scratched his head and said a little blindfolded.

Liu Pingsan nodded.

However, Zhang Changsheng can also see it, anyway, now that he has no choice, it is better to let Liu Pingsan try his luck, maybe he will really be cured?

Zhang Changsheng should be happy, it is because of his luck psychology, coupled with an inexplicable trust in Liu Pingsan, that Zhang Fugui finally picked up a life.

If it were someone else, hearing Liu Pingsan's understatement, he would definitely think that he was a liar, and it would be good not to drive him away directly, how could he agree to let Liu Pingsan treat his relatives?

Of course, that's all for later, so we won't mention it here.

After Zhang Changsheng brought Liu Pingsan a bowl of water, he walked out directly, closed the door with his hand, carried a stool, and stood at the door of the back room.

Liu Pingsan glanced at the bowl of water, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

The reason why he asked Brother Changsheng to prepare this bowl of water was really not to hide people's eyes, but to use it for other purposes.

I saw that Liu Pingsan mobilized the true qi in his body and ran it for two weeks, so that after his qi was completely calmed down, he began to release those spiritual qi and turn them into silk threads, which slowly and steadily entered Uncle Fugui's body.

Time passed quietly, and before those purple auras were noticed, the silk threads formed by Liu Pingsan's own aura had already approached the other party step by step.

When those purple auras finally reacted and were ready to resist, they found that those silk auras had already tied themselves tightly, and then they couldn't turn up any wind and waves.

But this is only the first step, and then Liu Pingsan carefully controlled his aura, wrapped in those purple auras and left Uncle Fugui's body, and this whole process is like peeling off the cocoon, and there is no room for the slightest sloppiness.

This was also the method that Liu Pingsan came up with after thinking about it for a long time, because he found that although that purple aura was extremely irritable, it was aggressive. But it is not self-aware, and in the absence of external interference, it is very slow.

It's not that there is no way to speed up, it's just that Uncle Fugui's body is really fragile after more than half a year of tossing, so he has to use this stupid method to pull it out of his body little by little.

Fortunately, it was successful in the end!

When Liu Pingsan withdrew the last trace of purple aura from Uncle Fugui's body and checked it several times, he finally put his mind at ease, wiped the dense beads of sweat on his forehead with his hand, and exhaled a long breath.

At this time, three hours have passed since Liu Pingsan just started to treat Zhang Fugui.