Do not die

Five days later.

An old man sat cross-legged on the bed, revealing his slightly thin upper body.

A majestic and tall man sat cross-legged behind him, his palms pressed against his vest.

The old man's pale face slowly turned rosy, and his expression subconsciously revealed a look of intoxication and contentment.

"belch……"

The old man suddenly opened his mouth and let out a long belch, completely expelling the depressed air trapped in the diaphragm of his chest, carrying the stench of blood.

Yu Peng, who was waiting carefully at the side, quickly used a cleaning charm to clean out the turbid air before it spread.

Meng Zhou withdrew his palms from the old man's back and got down from the bed lightly.

Yu Peng was about to open his mouth to ask, but Meng Zhou motioned him not to speak for the time being.

The two waited quietly in the room for a while, and the old man finally opened his eyes with unconcealable surprise.

Yu Peng quickly asked: "Teacher, are you thorough?"

"I'm in better shape than I was before I suffered. I feel relaxed all over, as if I'm ten years younger all of a sudden." The old man spoke now, full of energy, and his face was flushed.

Yu Peng smiled and said: "Uncle Zhou must be treating your injuries while also doing a full maintenance of your muscles and bones."

Meng Zhou smiled and said nothing.

The old man said to Yu Peng: "Go and get some food and wine and come back. I want to have a good drink with your Uncle Zhou."

Meng Zhou quickly dissuaded him: "Brother Chu, you have just recovered, so you should take some time to recover. We will have plenty of opportunities to drink in the future, so we are not in a hurry now."

Finally, the old man compromised and asked Yu Peng to get some tea and snacks, while he led Meng Zhou into a familiar conversation. It seemed that the two parties had been close friends for many years.

But in fact, the friendship between the two parties has only lasted five days.

Because the old man's condition was indeed not very good, and on the other hand, Meng Zhou also divided the treatment of the old man into five days to show that it was difficult and not something that could be done easily.

After only the first day, he began to talk to the old man as his peers, and his relationship with Yu Peng was instantly reversed. From him calling him teacher to Yu Peng respectfully calling him Uncle Zhou.

The reason why it is Uncle Zhou instead of Uncle Meng is because his surname is Zhou Meng, Zhou Meng.

The old man in front of him was named Chu Zheng.

Every afternoon, Meng Zhou came here to treat him personally, and he also reviewed the failed new trial productions. The reviewer changed from Yu Peng to Chu Zheng.

As for the reward, Yu Peng wanted to give him some spiritual stones in private several times, but Meng Zhou refused.

Chu Zheng personally poured a cup of spiritual tea for Meng Zhou that Yu Peng had just presented. He also picked up a cup, raised the cup with both hands, and said:

“Brother, if it weren’t for You, I don’t know what kind of torture I would have gotten into this time.

I won’t say thank you for your kindness. If you need me in the future, just ask! "

After that, he took the tea as wine and drank it all in one gulp.

Then, he took out a yellowed ancient book in his hand, presented it with both hands, and placed it gently in front of Meng Zhou.

"Medicine Master's Notes"

Meng Zhou lowered his head to look at the ancient book in front of him, looked up at Chu Zheng, and asked doubtfully: "Brother, what do you mean?"

Chu Zheng said:

"You don't want a reward, so I was thinking of giving you a gift. After thinking about it carefully, I thought of your magic power.

I have also come into contact with some monks who are good at healing, but they have put more effort into related spells. As far as the magic power itself is concerned, it is far from as pure and mellow as you.

But I see that you have not specially developed your ability in this area. In the past few days, I asked someone to search carefully and finally found this book. I think it should be of some help to you. "

"The Medicine Master's Notes?" Meng Zhou read softly and reached out to open the pages.

"You are born to be a medicine man. Even if you don't follow this path, this handbook should be of great inspiration to you."

Every profession has its own threshold.

Some have very high thresholds, either requiring innate talent, intelligence, or both, such as formation masters, alchemists, and weapon refiners.

Some have a slightly lower threshold, such as Talisman Maker.

There are also professions where the threshold is not based on talent or IQ, but rather on the monk's choice.

Pharmacists are a typical example.

If you want to become a pharmacist, you must first choose a basic skill, whose core characteristics must be related to treatment.

Secondly, you need to practice a large number of related spells. The number and proficiency you master are directly linked to the mage's ability.

These requirements determine that no casual cultivator will choose to take this path. Whether it is exercises or spells, the first thing that casual cultivators consider is how to better protect themselves and how to go further. It is impossible with limited energy. Use them all to practice healing spells.

Pharmacists are basically supported by forces, and they must have a stable structure and a certain level of force, rather than a small force that may disintegrate at any time.

Meng Zhou put the ancient books he had read through into his storage bag and said to Chu Zheng, "Brother, you took the trouble. This is really inspiring to me."

Seeing him accepting the gift, Chu Zheng also smiled happily.

Meng Zhou stood up to say goodbye, and Chu Zheng and Yu Peng took him all the way outside the hospital.

…

Returning to the stone room of Zuowang Hall, Meng Zhou immediately took out the five talismans that Chu Zheng had corrected today.

Compared with the previous corrections of talismans, obvious progress can be seen.

Compared with the dense corrections at the beginning, now, there are only three or five correction marks on each talisman at most.

After carefully studying today's correction talismans one by one, Meng Zhou took out the past correction talismans. He did not look at the details, but the general gist, and then reviewed them all again.

Taking advantage of the excitement in his heart, Meng Zhou spread out the talisman paper, picked up the talisman pen, and after dipping it in the talisman ink, he placed a stroke on the talisman paper, and the silky and smooth lines began to move calmly and smoothly on the talisman paper.

The perfection of multiple martial arts gives him powerful control over his body. His thoughts can be expressed almost accurately through his body, shoulders, elbows, wrists, palms and fingers.

The lines under the Fu pen are meandering, and behind the silky smoothness is the right rhythm control.

The weight changes, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, the strokes of the brush are either lifted lightly or pressed lightly, sometimes frustrated and depressed, sometimes light and graceless.

Looking at the entire talisman, it is like a piece of music flowing on the talisman paper.

The last stroke is full of twists and turns, connected from beginning to end.

When the talisman pen was lifted, a faint spiritual light passed over the talisman.

"It's done!" A smile appeared on Meng Zhou's lips.

Before he even put pen to paper, he had some vague feelings in his heart. This was the burst of inspiration he had been studying this talisman for many days.

[Introduction to Cleansing Talismans: 1/25]

Meng Zhou had a smile on his lips, sitting there with his talisman pen raised in the air, motionless, as if frozen.

Just when the talisman was finished, the repeated failures in making the talisman in the past few days turned into a special kind of nourishment and emerged in his heart one by one.

Using this success as a reference, those failed points were marked and replaced with "correct answers" one by one.

The memory of failed talisman making has turned into successful experiences again and again.

Taking advantage of this inspiration, Meng Zhou took out another talisman and started drawing it immediately.

When he stopped and picked up his pen, another faint spiritual light passed over the face of the talisman.

"It's done again!"

Meng Zhou's eyes widened, and he took out another talisman and started drawing.

After a long time, he raised his pen and closed it, and the aura on the face of the talisman flashed lightly.

And every time you successfully make a talisman, you will gain a little experience.

"Hiss~~" Meng Zhou took a breath.

According to the experience exchanged by Yu Peng, even now he cannot guarantee a 100% success rate in making the simplest cleaning charm.

When you first get started, a sudden burst of inspiration is often followed by a series of failures.

Then, continue to learn from failure, succeed again, continue to fail, succeed again...

The experience of making talismans grows in this spiral repetition. It is impossible that everything will be fine after the first success, and that it will succeed every time in the future.

There are ups and downs in status, this is normal.

But this common sense was broken here in Meng Zhou.

As long as you succeed the first time, subsequent successes will become a matter of course.