Peng Zhan's mind unconsciously popped up with many prescriptions that he had previously thought he couldn't put together, because there were many medicines in the "Jade Girl's Internal Classic" that had only descriptions but no names.
Too rare medicinal materials often have no names, because even in ancient times, they only existed at a glance. Even the person who wrote this book did not know whether they really existed.
The smell of medicine, the smell of medicine, is not only the taste, but also the smell. A real expert can guess the general effect of these medicinal materials just by the smell, even if he has never seen these medicinal materials before.
Life is as fragrant as spring flowers, and death is as bitter as winter worms. Most flowers and plants follow this principle, and so do people. A skilled doctor can smell the disease in a patient.
The so-called sick smell is actually not fantasy. It is just that some useful cells in the body have died on a large scale for some reason. The sick smell is the smell of those dead cells, the corpse.
Of course, in extreme cases, this criterion will fail. It is difficult to define life and death, especially in the vast and unknown world of microorganisms.
Ye Xiaowu didn't know when she had jumped off the horse and ran forward impatiently. While running, she shouted loudly: "Old Motou, I'm back!"
When Peng Zhan saw this, he had no choice but to stand up and dismount.
At this time, Lao Ji's eyes were very sharp, as if he was the God of War who was going to conquer the world.
Peng Zhan gently touched its head and felt the gush of power coming from its body. After walking such a long way, the old man became more and more energetic, which made Peng Zhan very curious about how it did it.
"Thank you, Lao Ji. The old man said that after you see us off, you can go where you should go." For some reason, Peng Zhan always felt that Lao Ji could understand his words.
In fact, he didn't want to let Lao Ji leave, and even had the urge to take Lao Ji into his own hands. However, when he and Lao Ji looked at each other, what he saw in Lao Ji's eyes was a very polite alienation. Good horse. Don’t serve two masters.
Peng Zhan patted Lao Ji's horse back, then turned around and prepared to leave. Before he took two steps, there was a sudden feeling of landslide and ground cracking behind him, but it felt like there was no sound.
He turned around sharply and saw that Lao Ji had become even older than when he first saw him. His legs were trembling and his body was shaking, as if he might fall to the ground at any time.
Moreover, its eyes have also lost the brilliance of life, and those things that symbolize vitality are rapidly fading from its body.
Peng Zhan suddenly felt inexplicably sad. He took out a bottle of Shennong's liquid from his arms and sent it to Lao Ji along with some elixirs that could strengthen the foundation and clear the source.
Lao Ji didn't even know how to open his mouth. He closed his eyes slightly and kept shaking his head. Even though Peng Zhan knew it was useless, he still force-fed Shennong's liquid and those very precious Chinese medicinal materials.
After eating the medicinal materials, Lao Ji was obviously much more energetic. He opened his eyes, gently touched the back of Peng Zhan's hand with his mouth to show his gratitude, then turned around and walked back slowly.
"Alas, there is no cure for aging."
A long sigh came from behind Peng Zhan. Peng Zhan quickly turned around. At some point, Ye Xiaowu and a very energetic old man stood behind him.
Without asking, Peng Zhan knew that this old man with gray hair and boyish face must be Ye Xiaowu's grandfather. He quickly bowed down, but he didn't know how to address him at the moment. He hesitated for a while and then whispered: "Junior Peng Zhan, hello to the old man. ."
"Xiao Wu, this friend of yours has a good heart, but your emotional intelligence is not high. How can you talk about someone else's age whenever you get up?" He has a childish face and looks like an old god with a fairy spirit, but when he opens his mouth, he gives off a kind of The feeling of being disrespectful to the elderly.
"Grandpa, you are already old. Isn't what Peng Zhan said wrong?" Ye Xiaowu said very rudely.
"Oh, your elbow is not only crooked, but it also hits my chest. This guy is not suitable for you. You have to break off your marriage with him." The old man seemed to be joking, but what he said was beyond doubt. of.
