"You had a good sleep at night!"
Outside the Jiuchi Taoist Temple, Li Jiao spoke with a rather resentful voice.
This made Zhang Xuezhou purse his lips, not knowing how to explain it for a moment.
It was time for him to get up, so he was definitely not in a dream.
The painful wails of the two generals Zhao Mu and Zhou Cang had no effect on him, and no matter how miserable they screamed, it had no effect on him at all.
Zhang Xuezhou was too lazy to explain his problem of getting up, and he couldn't explain it clearly to Li Jiao.
"Would you like porridge?"
Zhang Xuezhou rubbed his hands.
The number of people in Jiuchi Taoist Temple has increased, and the food stored in the Taoist temple is not sufficient.
But Zhang Xuezhou has no long-term plans to stay at Jiuchi Taoist Temple. If Zhang Zhong and Yourong go up the mountain tomorrow, he should leave this Taoist temple tomorrow.
He was also working hard at this time, eating as much as he could.
He would also drag Li Jiao and others into the water, constantly invite everyone to eat and drink, and share the corresponding responsibilities evenly.
If Chu Bugui ran back, he most likely wouldn't be able to get angry at so many people.
Zhang Xuezhou thought about the character of Kao Bugui who was intimidated by the title of Shiyin Saint Son and was forced to obey his orders. He knew in his heart whether Kao Bugui was bullying or not, it was hard to say, but he was afraid that force would be inevitable.
It just so happened that Feiyu Army had a very strong reputation.
He thought clearly, put millet into the cauldron with very nimble hands and feet, and sprinkled a large amount of dried meat into it. He added a handful of dry firewood to the earthen stove, and red flames suddenly bloomed.
"Do you have anything else here besides porridge?" Li Jiao asked: "I mean, does your master have any secret hiding place, or maybe he left two pills!"
Watching two powerful generals transform from strong men to emaciated people suffering from tuberculosis overnight, Li Jiao felt extremely uncomfortable with this loss of life.
At this time, Li Jiao no longer expected to directly obtain antidote pills. He only hoped to find two ordinary healing pills, which could stabilize the poisonous injuries for a while.
"It should only be porridge, should you drink porridge?"
He looked at Zhang Xuezhou with hope, but Zhang Xuezhou's response made Li Jiao's heart drop.
Zhang Xuezhou did not prohibit Li Jiao from looking around. The Taoist temple was so big, and Li Jiao had already looked through the Taoist temple inside and out.
He wondered if there was any secret place to place heavy objects, but Zhang Xuezhou's response confirmed that this was indeed an empty Taoist temple with nothing of value.
"If you don't drink porridge, don't drink porridge. I don't want to drink porridge!"
In the main hall of the Taoist temple, Zhao Mu lowered his head, his dark face full of displeasure with the porridge.
Beside him, the meat porridge he had swallowed was spitted all over the floor. Even the meat porridge had a bit of black stench.
There was Zhou Cang beside him, his expression was also extremely uncomfortable, but he nodded again.
Zhang Xuezhou's fake identity is very influential. The strength of the students who have failed to return may be low, but at least they are proficient in medical science and must listen to the doctor's words.
Even if they eat and vomit, they still have to stuff food into their stomachs.
During this night, they ate the most meat porridge they had eaten continuously in their lives, and also vomited the most meat porridge in their lives.
Of course, the golden toad poison has not been eliminated.
Perhaps because they hesitated too much, their condition showed signs of being more serious at this time.
Zhou Cang felt that the only benefit of drinking more meat porridge was to make them feel full, so that they would not be hungry before leaving.
But you still have to listen to what students say.
just in case……
Many conflicts are not worth a 'just in case'.
Hope is slim, but compared to inevitable death, it is better to struggle before death than not to struggle at all.
He ordered a portion of porridge, and when Zhang Xuezhou finished cooking it and handed it over, he just poured it into his mouth regardless of how hot the porridge was.
"I'll drink too!"
Zhao Mu looked at Zhou Cang, his tired eyes trembled slightly, and then asked for a copy.
"As long as you want to drink it, we have enough porridge here!"
After Zhang Xuezhou delivered the porridge, he very enthusiastically started to lure others into the water, urging everyone to eat and drink together.
He devoured the meat porridge and felt that it was great to have this group of people.
When he leaves tomorrow, someone will be blamed for many things here, and it will be difficult to investigate him.
Moreover, Zhang Xuezhou and Hao Bugui only met their eyes through the crack of the door. In the future, they would inevitably walk half way up the road, passing each other without knowing each other.
Zhang Xuezhou took a deep breath and felt the seedlings growing stronger and stronger in his body. He felt that the demonic energy in his body was getting weaker and weaker.
The poisonous python meat helped him rush into the country, but its power has been exhausted. It is even constantly being extracted by the seedlings turned into white seeds, and the remaining traces are almost disappearing.
Zhang Xuezhou didn’t care what he would do after entering the country.
Although he doesn’t know anything, Zhang Xuezhou is extremely confident.
Compared with his state in Zhangjiazhuang, he is now a big shot in the country, with a source of magic power within his body.
This is completely different from the past.
And he no longer has to be afraid of ordinary mosquitoes, rats, and ants, as the breath emanating from his body can drive away these little things.
"vomit!"
Zhou Cang's continuous vomiting interrupted Zhang Xuezhou's train of thought.
A mouthful of black blood spurted out along with the meat porridge, and the smell of corruption suddenly filled the main hall of the Taoist temple. Zhou Cang's expression showed a rapid and visible decline. His body turned blue, and the countless capillaries in his chest quickly turned golden when exhaled. It quickly turns gray again.
"See you in the next life!"
Zhou Cang's eyes widened and gradually became dull. He murmured and lowered his head.
But within just a few seconds, his head was grabbed again.
A soft blue mana turned into rain and poured into his body, forcing his body to stand up.
Zhou Cang felt as if his dilapidated body had been injected with chicken blood, and he instantly gained a little more strength.
"Sir, there is no need to waste mana on us!"
He glanced back at Li Jiao, who was silently performing the technique behind him, and knew clearly that this state was only for a short period of time.
Far water cannot quench the near thirst, and Li Jiao's Taiqing Zhenshu can't save his life.
Flooding him with water can make him strong for a while, but without Tai Jing Zhen, his body will deteriorate again, eventually returning to its current appearance, and then die in pain.
Rather than delaying and dying one after another, Zhou Cang felt that if the treatment could not be successful, dying quickly would not be a blessing.
When he was in a daze, he heard a small rustling voice asking next to Li Jiao.
"It's amazing. This technique is really good. Is it a side story?"
The rules of martial arts are extremely strict. Each sect has corresponding rules and will not spread them wantonly.
Even though Taiqingzhen Technique is a high-level magic technique announced by the Northern Military Region, it can be practiced as long as you have sufficient military merit. This is not something that can be easily passed on to others.
Risky rumors will inevitably be dealt with by military law.
Zhang Xuezhou's question of seeking knowledge after seeing a skill was obviously rash. This was not something a normal person could ask.
If you want to make a comparison, this is probably the same as Zhang Xuezhou's expression to rich people in real life: "Your family's money is really good, can I use it?" 'A category with similar content.
"As long as you can find a way to save Zhao Mu and Zhou Cang, there's no harm in teaching you the Taiqingzhen Technique!"
Li Jiao responded lightly.
His response made Zhou Cang anxious, but only for a short moment, Zhou Cang became quiet again.
The student Fu Bugui seemed to have a cure, and he had further discussions with Li Jiao.
