Stop In The Deep Sea

This morning, Dai Xingyue came out of the room, yawning incessantly, with dark circles under his eyes like a panda.

"The Miao people have many kinds of witchcraft, so how come there is no one who can regenerate a broken limb?"

She muttered to herself distressedly, leaning against the railing and looking out the window.

Last night, the little girl stayed up all night, looking through the ancient Miao books she brought to the deep-sea base, trying to find some folk remedies to help Wang Xin recover his arm.

As you can imagine, the result is that there are no relevant records in ancient books.

The three major branches of spirit witches, medical witches, and bone witches have their own unique secret skills, but they are not omnipotent.

There was a method in the note left by grandma, but the risk was extremely high. There was a 90% chance that it would destroy the immune system of the sick person, so she rejected it immediately.

In fact, Dai Xingyue also knows that this is almost impossible. Ancient martial arts may seem mysterious, but like technology, it follows extremely strict principles and rules.

It's just that she doesn't want to accept this fact.

At this time, Wang Xin's call came from downstairs: "Xiao Yue, it's time to eat~"

Dai Xingyue walked down the stairs and saw some exquisite side dishes on the coffee table. He was about to say, "It's not convenient for you to have one hand, just let me do it." But after thinking for a moment, he held it back.

For the injured, blind sympathy and excessive help may cause discomfort. Treating him as a normal person is the best respect.

"It smells so good. To be honest, your cooking tastes much better than mine."

Wang Xin's mood had come out of the gloom at this time, and he smiled and said: "As long as you like to eat, I will make it more often in the future, otherwise my skills will be rusty."

"By the way, where is Naiyi?" Dai Xingyue glanced upstairs.

"She left early in the morning. It's okay. I packed a meal for her."

"She has worked hard during this period."

"Thank you both for the hard work." Wang Xin picked the largest piece of squid meat and put it into Dai Xingyue's bowl.

...

After eating, Dai Xingyue cleaned up the dishes and saw that the herbal jar next to her had bottomed out.

Wang Xin's internal injuries still need to be consolidated for a few days to fully recover, so she plans to go out and buy some more.

Although these ordinary herbs are not old enough, they are enough to serve as medicinal ingredients for the spiritual plants in Banyue Cave.

Riding on the ROE-Sybo, Dai Xingyue came to the northwest corner of the Psychic Zone 2 with a familiar road. A small drug store came into view.

The owner of this pharmacy is a Northeastern man who is very enthusiastic and generous. Every time he comes to buy medicine, he will talk about daily life and ask how his condition is.

"How is your patient doing, girl?"

Dai Xingyue smiled sweetly: "It's much better. I've basically recovered in the past two days."

The boss nodded: "That's alright. The Mimic Alliance guys don't do good things. There are a lot of people there. No, there was an ancient warrior who just came to ask with the same prescription as you. I just left and followed you two. .”

"The same recipe as mine?" Dai Xingyue frowned.

His healing method is an internal inheritance of the Miao people. Apart from his fellow tribesmen, I am afraid that only the Changqing sect who is good at medical treatment understands this method.

But now all the disciples of the Evergreen Sect in the Deep Sea Base have been killed by the Mimic Alliance. Are there any survivors?

"It's not that good, it's exactly the same. But the boy didn't buy it, so he asked if anyone had bought these medicinal materials recently. I totaled it up and didn't dare to tell him. In today's society, who knows who he is." The boss said. He said with a straight face.

"Do you still remember what that person looks like?"

"If you didn't see it clearly, you wouldn't know. The kid was covered up tightly from head to toes. He only had two holes in his eyes. When he first came in, I thought he was going to rob him."

"Uh..." Dai Xingyue laughed dumbly. I have to say that the way Northeastern people describe scenery is very vivid, and the sense of the picture is immediately apparent.

"But the kid seems to be a little lame. The aisle is high on one side and low on the other, and his feet are making straight circles." The drug store owner added.

As soon as he said this, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in Dai Xingyue's mind.

Ancient warrior, lame!

Isn't that Zhou Xun? !

However, she didn't know about the news that Zhou Xun had revised the "Hundred Herbs Poison Classic", so she didn't think much about it. She just came to buy medicine because Zhou Xun needed to recuperate after his leg was crippled by Wang Xin.

As for how he knew this prescription, it might be a coincidence.

After leaving the drug store, Dai Xingyue was about to ride home when he suddenly caught a glimpse of someone setting up a stall in the corner next to him.

The man was wearing a cloak, and it was unclear what he looked like. There was a white cloth spread on the ground in front of him, and several unknown herbs were placed on it. Behind him was a sign with two lines of large characters written crookedly on it:

"Secret recipe passed down from ancestors, raw meat from white bones, fair price, no deception."

Dai Xingyue sneered. It was a no-brainer. He was a liar at first sight, so he rode his bike and disappeared at the end of the alley.

But at the intersection, she stopped.

"What if, right?"

Yes, she was attracted by the lame advertising slogan.

Previously, Dai Xingyue had always been curious about why some elderly people still buy those so-called "health products" despite the overwhelming anti-fraud propaganda.

Until then, she finally understood, completely.

Rather than saying that he was cheated, it would be better to say that he paid the bill willingly.

China is a vast land with thousands of years of history, and there are countless types of ancient martial arts. There may be experts outside the world who have mastered secret techniques that are unknown to everyone.

What if that vendor really has the magic of rejuvenation? Wouldn’t it be a lifelong regret if he missed it?

How will you know if it is true or false if you don’t try it.

Thinking of this, she no longer hesitated, turned around, and returned to where the stall was.

"Does this herb of yours really have miraculous effects?"

The man seemed to be asleep. When he heard someone asking, he raised his head and then continued to close his eyes, but said: "This medicine is not for sale to you."

When Dai Xingyue heard this, he immediately frowned: "Why?"

The urgent desire to let Wang Xin recover her arm has caused her to completely lose her basic judgment ability. In less than a round, she was led by the other party without knowing it.

The man seemed a little impatient: "My medicine is extremely special. It requires a man to cook it with pure Yang fire for four consecutive hours. Wouldn't it be a waste to sell it to a girl like you?"

"Pure Yang Fire?"

Dai Xingyue waved one hand, and "Samadhi True Fire" appeared out of thin air, hovering between her green and green fingers.

The blazing flame kept beating, burning more than the sun in the sky.

She understands pharmacology, and naturally knows that there is nothing special about pure Yang fire. It is just that the fire is harder and it is easier to stimulate the medicinal properties.

"My fire is much purer than pure Yang fire."

Little did she know, she had fallen into the trap of the other party.