Uncle-Master, Please Help Us

"It's really serious..."

Soon, Su Yin raised her eyebrows.

When others are injured, it is equivalent to a nail being stuck in the tire, but this person in front of him is equivalent to thousands of nails being stuck. It is a miracle that he is alive.

"It should be a cultivator, full of vitality..." Nodding secretly.

Although I don't know what kind of strength this guy is, but such a strong vitality will definitely not be weak. Knowing this, the desire to cultivate becomes stronger... With strength, it is difficult to die, and it is exciting to think about it!

"Appearing here, and he is a cultivator. Not surprisingly, he is a new disciple of Zhenxianzong. According to his seniority, he is my grandson, so..."

Su Yin supported her chin: "It must be saved!"

With such a high seniority, he is also very helpless. Fortunately, he is only a child, and he doesn't feel uncomfortable calling out to grandson. If it is an old guy in his seventies and eighties, he will feel very awkward if he runs over and asks himself to call...

Being a grandfather...is not what I want!

Forget it, don't think about it, let's think about how to treat it!

Through contact, he knew the situation of the other party, and understood where the guy in front of him was injured, so it depended on how to use the medicine.

It's just... since learning skills, I have never dispensed medicine for human beings, and I don't understand the dosage, medicine, etc. at all.

"The pig is bigger than him, and the potion is reduced by half, so it should be fine..."

After thinking for a while, Su Yin came to a conclusion, took out a pen and paper, and quickly wrote a prescription silently.

The wild boars raised at the beginning trampled a lot of the crops, and the donkey kicked it into a serious injury in a rage. It was cured with this prescription. As long as the amount is halved, there should be nothing wrong.

"There is no medicine at home..."

After finishing writing, Su Yin had a wry smile on his face.

Although the medicinal materials prescribed are very common, but just moved here, only planted some food, medicinal materials and the like, not involved, so I can only go to the mountain to collect some tomorrow, I hope this guy can last until dawn.

After walking out of the room, I felt very hungry.

Soon, a sumptuous meal appeared on the table, and the rich fragrance floated in along the window, and got into the body of the Great Demon King.

I don't know how long it took to absorb it, but Ji Le slowly woke up.

"Where am I?"

When I wanted to get up, I realized that my whole body was in severe pain, and I couldn't move at all. The consciousness extended from the body to the outside. After observing it, I immediately reacted.

It's... back to the yard!

He was seriously injured again, and even the original magic energy was damaged. As a result...not only did he not escape, he was even locked up here, which is really sad.

"what is that……"

Knowing that it is an extravagant hope to want to run away again, just when he felt that there was nothing left in his life, he saw something on the table not far away, shining brightly, and the true meaning of the holy spirit emanated from it, illuminating the whole room, warm as if spring.

His pupils shrank, and the Great Demon King was full of excitement.

Could it be... that the true meaning of the Saint Yuan in this courtyard was released from here?

If it was true, even though he didn't escape, he was a blessing in disguise!

"Swallow!"

The power in his body circulated, and the true meaning of Shengyuan slowly descended, nourishing his seriously injured body and restoring the damaged original magic energy.

I don't know how long it took, but the soul recovered a lot, and then the spirit moved, and the paper of true meaning was released, and it flew towards him slowly.

"It's so beautiful..." The Great Demon King was immediately confused.

On the paper, there are more than one hundred words densely packed, each of which is sharp and contains a special avenue in it, which makes people unable to help being intoxicated just by looking at it.

To be able to write such a font, without thinking about it, he must have practiced calligraphy to the limit, reaching a level beyond his reach.

Watch it frequently, not only can you quickly recover your cultivation, but if you fail, you can also take the opportunity to break through!

"This seems to be a prescription...could it be for my wound?" The Great Demon King was ecstatic.

How precious is the prescription left by an expert? how powerful Don't think about it, if he can prepare all the medicinal materials, his injury will definitely be intact soon.

Full of excitement, I couldn't help but read the above content: "Danggui 5 qian, Chuanxiong 5 qian, Baishao 5 qian..."

As an old monster who has lived for thousands of years, he is still very experienced in healing and curing injuries.

The prescription in front of me is indeed the first choice for treating injuries. No matter the medicine or the quantity, it is very peaceful and cautious, giving people the feeling of a master of medicine.

Nodding secretly, the person who is prescribing the medicine in phantom, how kind-hearted, benevolent, and benevolent, the following words appear in front of his eyes.

"1 qian for decapitated grass, 1 qian for poinsettia, 10 catties of bran, 8 catties of thatch root, 5 catties of sweet potato leaves, one mud pit..."

"???"

The Great Demon King was stunned.

Cutting grass, poinsettia, although they are poisons, they can heal wounds when combined with other medicinal materials. I can understand... but 10 catties of bran, 8 catties of thatch root, and 5 catties of sweet potato leaves, what do you mean?

Can this thing be eaten?

There is also a mud pit...

You only use this thing for feeding pigs... Is it not for me to heal my wounds, but for pigs?

The Great Demon King was heartbroken for a while.

It feels like the person who wrote the prescription is scolding me, but I have no proof...

...

In the dense forest, Yao Zhan, a disciple of Fenglei Sect, hid nervously under a big tree.

call!

A gust of wind blew by, and the figure of an old man suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Elder Mo Feng!" Yao Zhan bowed and cupped his fists.

After receiving the news that the elder came in person, he has been waiting here.

"Where does that little uncle live? Take me there, I want to see for myself what kind of cultivation it is!" Elder Mo Feng gritted his teeth.

The Silver-winged Cyan Flood Dragon is his beast pet and also his brother. He was beheaded, roasted and eaten. If he doesn't avenge his revenge, what's the point of living?

"Elder, just now the suzerain sent an order, let's not bother with the little uncle's business, but find a way to buy the spiritual artifacts sold by the Great Salt Trading Company!" Yao Zhan passed the message over.

"Peak-level spirit weapon? This is definitely going to be obtained, but I also want to check that little uncle!"

Mo Feng narrowed his eyes: "It's really powerful, you can temporarily avoid the edge, if it's fake, no matter how much you pay, you have to kill it to avenge Qingjiao!"

"Yeah!" Yao Zhan nodded, pointing forward: "This is the place where senior Silver Winged Cyan Flood Dragon fought against that little uncle. The elder can take a look first, and we will make a decision later."

"good!"

Nodding his head, Mo Feng looked around.

It was a very small area in the primeval forest, only a few trees were broken, and the traces on the ground were not obvious. Obviously, the battle was not fierce. It seemed that the silver-winged green dragon was killed with one blow, and it didn't even resist.

If it was really that little martial uncle who made the move, with his strength, it would be an extravagant hope to take revenge.

"wrong!"

Just as he was full of irritability, suddenly Elder Mo Feng noticed something and raised his eyebrows.

"What's wrong?" Yao Zhan came to him hurriedly.

"This leaf was originally like this, or did it become like this after the battle?" Elder Mo Feng pointed to one place.

Yao Zhan looked, on the big tree not far away, there was a handful of leaves, about dozens of leaves, with grayish edges, completely different from the emerald green in other places. Did not notice.

"It should be...after the battle!" Yao Zhan was a little uncertain.

None of the other leaves changed, but this handful was most likely related to the battle.

Elder Mo Feng came to the front in a few steps, took off a piece, and flicked his fingers.

call!

A group of faint blue flames rose up, immediately igniting the leaves, and a faint black smoke emitted from them.

"As expected..." Elder Mo Feng clenched his fists involuntarily.

"Did Elder Mo discover something?" Yao Zhan looked over curiously.

"Well, nothing unexpected..." Nodding his head, Elder Mo Feng's eyes were full of murderous intent: "The Silver Winged Cyan Flood Dragon was not killed by that little uncle, but...a demon cultivator!"