The cow was indeed badly wounded, several ribs were broken by Kuafu, and even the spine was injured.

Even Shennong, who had unparalleled medical skills, took a whole week to complete the initial treatment of it.

During this time, Zhang Ya read the scriptures in the thatched hut built by the female snail back then.

This time, he learned to be obedient, and as long as he encountered something he didn't understand, he skipped it first.

After all, many big names say that reading books should not be understood.

As a result, Zhang Yadaoren finished reading the 3,600 volumes of "Breast Nerve" in just one morning.

The rest of the time, Zhang Ya had nothing to do to play around, or sprinkled some paper money on the grave of the female snail brother.

Yu is the closest Terran Saint King to Zhang Ya, and he comes to greet him every day, and often sends some wild fruits picked by the boys to let him taste fresh.

On this day, Zhang Ya burned paper in front of the grave of the female snail brother, and burned the German orthopedic talisman mantra developed by himself.

Yu and Shennong came together.

Yu looked at Zhang Ya's stunned figure, and couldn't help but sigh: "Uncle Shi, you are really here, I have seen your old man pay tribute like this several times a day in the past few days, I must be missing the old man very much, right?"

"Do you know who is buried here?" asked Zhang Ya.

Yu shook his head and said, "I only heard that it is the brother of the female snail saint, and he has made great contributions to the saint's mother's creation, but I don't know anything else." ”

Zhang Yadaoren smiled, the female snail Fuxi, the world doesn't know the name of Huang Bai anymore.

At this time, Shennong's suddenly looked like he wanted to speak and stopped, and finally asked: "Uncle Zhang Ya, my nephew recently heard that there is a medical book in the world, which was written by the mouth of Wei Tuo Lu and Uncle Shi, I don't know if Uncle Shi knows?"

Zhang Yadaoren showed an extremely surprised look and said, "Is there still such a thing? My relationship with Xiao Yu has always been above board, there shouldn't be that kind of ill-intentioned person orchestrating us, right?"

"This person is extremely hateful, not only in the name of the two, but also to promote some so-called health principles, it is simply sores on the head and pus under the feet, it is really a shame of the human race!"

Zhang Ya's face turned pale, and he hurriedly said: "It's over, it's over, Shennong's nephew, don't be angry, and don't discuss right and wrong behind people!"

"Uncle Shi's lesson is that it is related to medicine, and the little nephew can't help it, or Uncle Shi, you are well-cultivated, and you are impersonated to write a book, and you are still calm and calm, and you don't move your liver fire. ”

Looking at Shennong's exaggerated appearance of being ashamed of himself and throwing himself to the ground, Zhang Yadao almost wondered if he had discovered something.

But Shennong is an honest man, and he really admires Zhang Yadaojun's self-cultivation.

"Today, I listen to my uncle's words, it is better to read three thousand Taoist collections, and medical skills should indeed be inclusive, and they cannot be pushed hard, and the little nephew plans to write a "Shennong's Materia Medica" to circulate in the human race, and he must fight a dozen rings with that fake book, so that the world can see clearly, what is the real medical Tao. ”

Seeing Shennong's energetic appearance, Zhang Ya clapped his hands encouragingly and gave him a look of "Young man is great, Uncle Shi is optimistic about you".

Then, Zhang Ya turned over and rode on the calf that had recovered, soared into the air, and flew into the distance, his back looking a little lonely against the backdrop of the sunset.

"Shennong Ancestor, Zhang Ya Daxian must be very good at the fate of the human race, right?"

"Yes, have you ever seen among the immortals, in addition to the saint Niangniang, there are people who are so close to the human race and care about the human race? ”

......

Heming Mountain.

Xiao Daotong propped his chin and shook his calves.

She was looking at Zhang Zifan, who was practicing martial arts diligently in the distance, silently reciting the numbers in her mouth.

"Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!"

With the word "one" coming out, Zhang Zifan's temperament, who looked a little cold and stiff, suddenly changed and became warm and warm.

After dancing a few sword flowers, Zhang Zifan shook his head and put the sword aside, stretching his waist.

"Sure enough, it's punctual every time, that cute big brother Zhang is back again!"

The boy jumped off the branch of the low tree.

She felt that she had discovered a big secret of Brother Zhang.

That is, he is actually a person with a dual personality.

When working and training, he can become meticulous, but also cold and impersonal.

At other times, it will go back to the way it was.

"Hey......"

Sighing, Xiao Daotong couldn't help but shake his head, "It's a pity that Brother Zhang's innate qualifications are not good, plus there is no famous teacher to guide him in the enlightenment stage, he missed the best age to practice martial arts, no matter how hard he practices, I am afraid that there is no hope of soaring in this life!"

But it doesn't matter, as long as I ascend to the immortal realm as soon as possible and find a panacea that can improve the cultivation or qualifications of mortals, I will be able to go down to the lower realm to help Brother Zhang. ”

Speaking of ascension, Xiao Daotong couldn't help but think of his old father.

It has been half a year since Chen Wang Feisheng.

Now the ice and snow are melting, and the spring flowers are blooming, but his father is still silent.

Speaking of which, except for the preaching of Hongjun Dao Ancestor in the lower realm, the immortals of the immortal world are not often in the lower realm.

Although it is not in the lower realm, the ancestors of various sects and sects will still have means such as dreams and manifestations to bring some thoughts to the people of the lower realm.

Only his father was gone, and there was no news, which made Xiao Daotong very angry.

"It must be that the fairy sister in the sky is too beautiful and has hooked her father away!

Therefore, in the future, if you take Brother Zhang to the fairy world, you must stay away from those fairies and fox spirits!"

"What are you muttering?"

Zhang Zifan shook his hand in front of Xiao Daotong's eyes, and his expression was a little strange.

"Uh...... Nothing!"

Xiao Daotong shook his head, and then suddenly remembered something, and said with some hesitation: "Master Priest, I want to take a month off for a vacation......

"Go ahead, remember that you can't ask for any more in the future! ”

Zhang Zifan shook his head, turned around and walked towards his small courtyard.

"It's really strange, is it because you have been in the fairy world for too long? ”

......

With Zhang Zifan's permission, Xiaodao Tong went back to the house and began to pack his things.

This time she didn't bring so many souvenirs, so the package was much more normal.

After taking leave from several other stewards, Xiaodao Tong went down the mountain and, escorted by the guards, headed for Donghua Mountain.

Ten days later, the tall mountain gate of Donghua Sect was already visible.

A slender and petite figure got out of the carriage, retreated left and right, and carried a giant sword taller than himself on his back alone, and climbed the steps.

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