|||->->The monk hurriedly grabbed Cheng Ling and said, "Senior, next week Zhiyuan, if I dare to ask who you are looking for, I will try my best to help you find him."
Cheng Ling smiled slightly and said, "Do you want the Heqi Pill?"
Zhou Zhiyuan said awkwardly: "Yes, I really need the Heqi Pill, but I think since the senior has such a pill, he should know a seventh-level alchemy master or above. I just have something urgent to do. Can you allow some time? I will definitely find a way to complete it.”
Cheng Ling nodded silently. Zhou Zhiyuan's mind was moving very fast. Based on this alone, he could think that he knew a master of alchemy of level 7 or above. After pondering for a while, he asked again: "Are you a local monk?"
"Yes, I have lived around Xiangcheng since I was a child, and I am very familiar with the terrain and customs here."
"How do you plan to search, are you the only one?"
Zhou Zhiyuan's face darkened and he said: "To be honest, senior, I am a descendant of the Zhou family from around Xiangcheng. Because my father was seriously injured, he urgently needs Lingxu Pill to treat the injury. If you can find out the information that senior needs, I hope you can Ask the alchemy master to refine it, and my Zhou family will be grateful and will provide the corresponding materials and rewards."
Cheng Ling suddenly realized that Lingxu Pill was an excellent seventh-grade healing elixir, which had excellent curative effect on some injuries caused by fire poison and damaged meridians.
A thought occurred to him. He had just come to Xiangcheng and was completely confused. If a local family could help find traces of Mingjian Academy and others, it would be twice the result with half the effort. You can also hide behind the scenes and take advantage of the opportunity to form a southern team.
From Zhou Zhiyuan, he keenly felt a slight fluctuation of sword intent, which made him feel an inexplicable affection. However, some things still need to be clarified first. He pondered for a while and said, "Since you need Lingxu Pill, why don't you post a reward in the mission hall?"
Zhou Zhiyuan smiled bitterly and said: "Senior, I don't know. There are very few alchemy masters around Xiangcheng. We have already announced the reward in the mission hall, but in the past few months, no monks have come to take over the mission. My father's health is getting worse. Come on, I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold on for long.”
"Just now, I received a message from the family that his condition is very dangerous and I am anxious to go back and check the situation!"
Cheng Ling nodded slightly. Lingxu Dan is extremely difficult to refine among the seventh-grade elixirs, and it is only used for healing. Most alchemy masters are not willing to spend time studying it. They are more willing to develop those to improve their cultivation. Pill.
He then said: "Well, you take me to the family to see, maybe I can help treat your father's injury."
Zhou Zhiyuan was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed to thank him while leading Cheng Ling outside.
Cheng Ling paced behind him, heading south, and soon came to a courtyard. Looking up, the courtyard occupies a large area. On the beam directly above, there is a nanmu plaque hanging with the word "Zhou Mansion" written on it.
Entering the courtyard, an old man came up to him and said, "Young master, you are finally back. The master of the house is even more seriously injured. Hurry up and take a look!"
Zhou Zhiyuan asked anxiously: "How could this happen? Didn't the younger sister say she went back to the sect to ask the alchemist to refine the elixir? Has she ever come back?"
The old man said: "Miss just turned around yesterday. Unfortunately, the alchemy master of the Ouyang family went to Yujing City. It will take several months to turn around, and the head of the family simply cannot afford to wait."
A look of worry flashed through Zhou Zhiyuan's eyes, he glanced at Cheng Ling and said, "Uncle Fu, don't worry, Zhiyuan happens to be in the mission hall in Xiangcheng."
After meeting this senior, maybe he can heal his father's injury. "
The old man glanced at Cheng Ling and saw that he could not see through the other person's cultivation. His heart trembled, but a glimmer of hope arose in his heart. He bowed and said, "I'm paying homage to you, senior. I don't know what to call you?"
Cheng Ling's consciousness swept away and saw that the other party was in the late stage of distraction, so he said calmly: "I'm going to dismount Ma Yu."
The old man hurriedly said: "Senior Ma Yu, please come here, please go and see the owner's injury."
Zhou Zhiyuan was shocked. He still didn't know what to call Cheng Ling, but he just wanted to take him to see his father's injury. After all, Uncle Fu has matured with age, and he has a very thorough grasp of such small details.
Cheng Ling followed the old man, walked through a long corridor, and turned around a entrance. Behind the entrance was a huge garden. The garden is filled with rockeries and trees, which makes people very comfortable. However, there are many monster furs drying on the edge of the surrounding walls.
Zhang Zhiyuan paid attention and explained: "These monster furs are collected and dried. Only by absorbing the strong solar energy can the monster energy on the fur be dispelled. In the future, it can be used to refine talismans." It’s paper.”
Cheng Ling couldn't help but become interested and said, "Oh? Is Brother Zhou's family good at making talismans?"
The old man interjected: "I can't say I'm good at it, it's just the family's business."
Cheng Ling smiled slightly, stopped talking, and just followed the old man forward.
The garden is very big. After walking for a while, I finally came to a quiet small building. There are several monks guarding the small building, most of whom are in the Nascent Soul stage. Following the old man into the small building, he arrived at a wing within a moment.
The setting in the wing room is very simple, with wooden carvings inlaid on the four walls. On a bed directly in front, an old man with a sick face is leaning on the bed, and a girl wearing a light green dress is sitting on the edge of the bed. , serving and feeding the decoction, and a pretty maid stood beside the girl.
As soon as Zhang Zhiyuan saw the old man, he walked over anxiously, sat on the edge of the bed next to the girl, and asked with worry on his face: "Dad, how are you?"
"Ahem...!" The old man coughed twice and said feebly: "Zhiyuan is back, what's the gain?"
Zhang Zhiyuan said hurriedly: "Dad, today I met a senior Ma in the mission hall, and I brought him here to have a look. Maybe it can help your injury."
"Oh?" A ray of light flashed in the old man's tired eyes, and he turned his head to look at Uncle Fu, and within a moment it stopped at Cheng Ling. As if sensing Cheng Ling's cultivation, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, and he said, "You are Senior Ma, right? I have to trouble you with my old injury."
Cheng Ling's heart moved. Although the head of the Zhou family had been ill for a long time, he was very shrewd and made more concessions. He was much more mature than Zhang Zhiyuan.
He took a step forward, carefully observed the other person's face, and after a moment he said: "It's okay. Your Majesty invited me here just to treat the injury of fellow Taoist. Please step aside a little so that I can take a look at your father's injury."
Zhang Zhiyuan came to his senses and hurriedly pulled the girl on the edge of the bed to stand up, then asked the maid to bring a low stool and place it next to the bed.
The girl stood up and glanced at Cheng Ling. Seeing that he was very young, she quietly said to Zhang Zhiyuan: "Brother, can he really heal his father's injury at such a young age?"
Zhang Zhiyuan smiled bitterly in his heart, but he actually had no idea. It’s just that people mentioned the rewards of the Aiki Pill when they opened their mouths, I guess
There are some means, at least it should be a seventh-grade alchemy master. Afraid that his sister's suspicion would anger Cheng Ling, he quickly shook his head towards her.
Cheng Ling seemed not to hear at all. He sat on a low stool, stretched out his right hand and placed two fingers on the old man's wrist, injecting a pure vitality into the old man's body.
The old man trembled and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Everyone in the place was shocked and stepped forward one after another, asking: "Dad, how are you?"
"Master, does it matter?"
The girl ducked in front of Cheng Ling and said angrily: "Where are you from as a monk, and you came to my Zhou family to deceive me!"
Cheng Ling smiled slightly, retracted his fingers, stood up slowly, and said calmly: "Since you don't believe it, there is no need for me to stay here. Say goodbye!"
"Qier, please don't be rude. Senior Ma, please stay here. It's an old man who spoiled my little girl. Please forgive me."
The girl suddenly woke up and looked at the old man in surprise. Although he spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face showed a trace of rosiness.
The old man struggled to sit up, bowed to Cheng Ling and said, "Senior Ma, your true energy is very pure. I feel a lot of relief in my chest. Please don't blame me for being abrupt, and continue to treat me!"
Cheng Ling said calmly: "I can indeed treat your injuries, but the reward I want is not simple. Are you willing to bear it?"
The old man froze and was speechless for a moment. Zhou Zhiyuan said quickly: "Senior is only responsible for the treatment. As long as my Zhou family has it, I can take it away. Even if there is no junior, I will try my best to complete it."
Cheng Ling smiled and said, "That's all, it's hard for you to have such filial piety. We'll discuss the reward later. Let's help my father solve the immediate pain first. Get out of the way!"
Zhou Zhiyuan felt happy and hurriedly pulled the girl over to leave some space for him.
The old man's eyes flickered. Seeing Cheng Ling step forward again, he hurriedly said: "Senior Ma, I wonder what kind of reward you need?"
Cheng Ling smiled and said: "What? I'm afraid you can't give me what I want? Fellow Taoist, if your current injury is not treated, within a month, the foundation of Taoism will be damaged, and you will be in the integration stage for the rest of your life!" "
The old man was shocked. His cultivation was at its peak in the late integration stage. Since the injury, almost no one could see clearly. Unexpectedly, Cheng Ling just glanced at it a few times and made the point.
Zhang Zhiyuan was even more anxious and worried that his father would have some scruples, so he hurriedly said: "Dad, don't worry, senior just wants us to help find a few friends."
When the old man heard this, he immediately felt relieved. He softened, leaned back and said, "In that case, please ask senior to heal the old man!"
Cheng Ling frowned. This old guy was a philistine. If he hadn't seen Zhou Zhiyuan's filial piety, he was eager to know the whereabouts of Jian Yinghao and others, and he couldn't openly search for them. He would have walked away long ago and knelt down to kowtow to him. With a turn.
He took a step forward, opened his hands, and forced everyone in the wing to take a few steps back. Then, he stretched out his right hand, grabbed the old man in the air, and slapped the old man on the chest with another palm. The vitality of the Mu Xiang Ling Jue was slowly injected into the old man's body, moved around the damaged meridians, and then let go of his hand and let him lie back.
The girl's expression changed drastically. She thought Cheng Ling had evil intentions and wanted to rush forward, but she was intimidated by Cheng Ling's momentum and could not move at all. Immediately afterwards, he saw his father falling heavily back onto the bed, with blood gurgling from his mouth!
