Meng Xuan has always followed the three rules and one order set by the master, but sometimes, he has to adapt to the situation.

In this plague-ravaged place, there are hundreds of thousands of sick people, and it is simply unrealistic for them to abide by the three rules and one order one by one, so Meng Xuan found the old Confucian who has the highest cultivation in the city, and asked him to promise to obey his own three rules and one order for the people on this side. And when he was curing the disease, Meng Xuan did not go directly to the treatment, but let the old Confucian and the treasure pot boil a large pot of herbs.

Although herbs can cure the plague, the effect is not so good, otherwise this plague would not be so terrifying.

However, in the herbs boiled by the old Confucian and the treasure pot, Meng Xuan put some of the elixirs in his inventory into it, so that this pot of medicinal soup is actually a treasure soup full of aura, although there are still some wrong symptoms in treating the plague, but it looks like it is full of light, and the fragrance of medicine is fragrant, and some people will believe that it can cure all diseases.

After staring at the old Confucian and the treasure pot, Meng Xuan taught the two to push the medicinal soup to the street, and divided along the way.

When the people in the city were waiting for death, when they saw someone coming out to distribute the medicinal soup, even if they were desperate, they would support themselves and come to beg for a bowl to drink.

The treasure pot cart, the old Confucian soup, Meng Xuanfen.

Everyone who took the medicinal soup from him was slapped on the back of his hands covertly.

In the casual contact, the sick qi on the patient's body has been introduced into his body.

Unless there are people who are cultivated, they are extremely sensitive to the changes in their bodies, otherwise they will not feel it at all, only when they drink the medicinal soup and go back to sleep deeply, will their bodies be much more relaxed, and then they will raise them for a few days, and when the vitality is restored, they will find that the sick qi has been far away from them, and at that time, they will at most think of the decoction of the old Confucian students.

By the time the bucket of soup was finished, Meng Xuan's face was already tired, and the yin qi lingered between his eyebrows.

"Little Mister...... Are you alright?"

The old Confucian and the treasure pot both looked at Meng Xuan worriedly, Meng Xuan just waved his hand, and it seemed that he had no strength to speak.

After returning to the academy, Meng Xuan asked the old Confucian and the treasure pot to boil the medicinal soup again, but he found a quiet room to retreat.

The recipe for serious illness is to refine evil for good, but it has to be experienced by others.

Meng Xuan went all the way, and I don't know how much he pulled out the sick qi, but those sick qi actually came to his body.

Because he can store the sick qi in the zài slashing sword, he doesn't have to refine it directly every time he pulls out the sick qi, but after all, the sick qi first reaches his body, and then stores it in the slashing sword, and the slashing sword is connected to him as one, and the sick qi stored in the slashing sword is more, and it will also affect him, although the sick qi of these ordinary people is weak, but it adds up to a lot, and it is also very terrifying.

After being connected with the Reverse Sword in his body, the upper limit of Meng Xuan's ability to endure sick qi was greatly increased, but it was not without an upper limit.

This bucket of medicinal soup was almost distributed to more than 300 patients, and Meng Xuan also had the sickness of more than 300 patients in his body.

Of course, these sick qi can also be said to be elixirs, although they will temporarily cause a burden on his body, but after he refines them, they are beneficial to his cultivation. But more importantly, Meng Xuan felt a pleasant feeling in his heart, that feeling was a little strange, it was difficult to describe, but it was joy from the heart, no matter how heavy the burden on his body was, his heart was light.

"Could this be the comfortable realm that the master said?"

Meng Xuan suddenly thought of what the sick old man had told him, and a trace of realization occurred in his heart.

Regarding the appearance when breaking through the True Spirit Realm, the sick old man once said to him that when he broke through the True Spirit Realm, he would enter the Freedom Realm.

It was a hard feeling to describe, just a feeling of untying all the restraints.

If I had to describe it in one word, it would be "ascension".

Ascension is not really flying, but a feeling, a feeling in the realm of freedom.

Legend of the cultivation world, the body and mind are at ease, and the true spirit is broken at all.

The meaning is: when you reach the realm of freedom, you can nourish the true spirit, step out, fly to the sky, and become an immortal.

Of course, Meng Xuan only had a trace of enlightenment at this time, and his understanding of the realm of freedom did not really reach that realm.

But in any case, this feeling still makes him very happy.

To be able to find such a feeling of comfort so easily, it can be said that Meng Xuan is very lucky.

The sick old man said that everyone's comfort situation is different, so it depends on self-realization.

It's hard to find your own comfort.

Some people have excellent talents, but they have never found the comfort in their hearts throughout their lives.

There were also people with ordinary talents, but after nearly a hundred years of hard cultivation, and finally when they broke through the Nine Levels of True Qi, they suddenly had an epiphany and became an immortal. That's because that person has cultivated all his life, and the moment he reaches the ninefold true qi realm, it is his free realm, and at the same time that he breaks through the ninefold true qi, he also reaches his own free realm, directly breaking through the realm true spirit.

The sick old man, when he was traveling all over the world, occasionally one day, sitting under a big tree to rest, suddenly stung by a bee, the sick old man was about to pinch it to death, but he pinched the bee with two fingers, felt its slight struggle between his fingers, suddenly stunned for a moment, and then let it go, watching it fly farther and farther in the light of the setting sun.

At that moment, the sick old man smiled and entered the realm of freedom.

In the realm of freedom, it cannot be found, it cannot be found, it has nothing to do with the exercises, it has nothing to do with martial arts, and it has nothing to do with qualifications, it only depends on chance and understanding.

Of course, this series of ideas is just Meng Xuan's speculation.

In fact, he couldn't even be sure if what he had just generated was the feeling of being truly at ease.

Of course, even if Meng Xuan really entered the realm of freedom because he saved people, he would not choose to break through the true spirit.

When he was chatting with Master Leng and the others in Sixiang City before, he had heard them say that when he broke through the True Spirit Realm, the more he accumulated, the higher the benefits he obtained, and the stronger his strength improved.

The person who was recorded in the canon by the former sages because he broke through the True Spirit Realm directly after breaking through the True Qi Ninefold Realm, in addition to making people admire his luck, there is also a joke, it is said that he is the weakest True Spirit Realm cultivator in history, the reason is that he has just arrived at the True Spirit Realm, and he broke through directly, and the accumulation is far from enough, even compared to the best in the True Qi Ninefold, it is not much stronger.

Meng Xuan was burdened with the blood hatred of the sick old man, and vowed to kill Qin Hongwan and avenge the sick old man, so this step must be taken steadily.

Moreover, he didn't expect that he would feel his own free realm so easily, after all, he had just broken through the Nine Layers of True Qi, so he hadn't learned in detail about the preparations needed to break through the True Spirit, so he didn't have a deep understanding, if he broke through the realm rashly, he might be in danger, because not everyone could break through after entering the Free Realm.

It is clearly recorded in the canons that there are many people who, after entering the realm of freedom, not only do not break through the realm, but sit down.

After sitting quietly for a while, making sure that feeling would not appear again, Meng Xuancai sighed, sat up, ran the Great Illness Immortal Technique, and began to refine those sick qi stored in the Rebellion Sword. After about an hour, more than 300 ordinary people's sick qi had been refined into a large handful of second-class pills by him, and then he condensed the Evil Eater Dragon, swallowed all the sick pills, and slowly dissolved.

"Appeal ......"

Meng Xuanchang let out a long breath, and the sickness on his face disappeared, and he became rejuvenated again.

Although this large number of second-class pills is not enough for his cultivation to increase significantly, it is also worth a month's cultivation.

"Little sir, please be worshiped by the old ......"

As soon as Meng Xuan went out, he saw the old Confucian standing at the door excitedly and knocked down.

"What are you doing here?"

Meng Xuan was taken aback and hurriedly helped him up.

The old Confucian was full of tears in his face with excitement, and said: "The old man saw your face just now, and only then did he know that you were treating others, and you were actually transferring other people's diseases to yourself...... This kind of behavior is really ...... of decay."

"Uh...... Don't say that, there are so many people......"

Meng Xuan was speechless and forcibly pulled the old Confucian up.

The old Confucian sighed, and gave Meng Xuan a long look, then got up, pushed the medicine cart, and went out together.

From the west of the city to the east of the city, from the north of the city to the south of the city, one trip to go out, one trip to boil the medicinal soup, and one time to refine the ......

For two days and one night, Meng Xuan, the old Confucian students, and the treasure pot did not close their eyes at all, and they cured the whole city.

"Rest for the night, tomorrow we will go to another city......"

Now that many of the people in this city have recovered from their illness, they have begun to organize people to cremate the bodies of the sick and dead, and then bury them to prevent the spread of the plague again. The originally lifeless city gradually became a little angry, and it was about to get better, but Meng Xuan's heart was a little heavy, and it took too long to save the sick in the city.

When he thought that two days and one night of treatment without closing his eyes would only cure a city, he felt a little worried.

After all, he is not a real doctor, a real doctor can divide the prescription to others, and then buy a large number of medicinal materials and send them to various cities, so that he can quickly get rid of the plague, but he can only rely on his own hands to treat them one by one.

Maybe when he gets to the fourth or the fifth, he won't have to rule anymore.

Because the people in several other cities have already died.

Zhaoyang County, no matter how vast and sparsely populated it is, there are enough ten cities!

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