I continued to wait for a while and saw that Yang Hongqiu didn't seem to be violent and hurtful. Cheng Ling suddenly rushed out from behind the stone table, connected his fingers with his hands, and placed many restrictions on her body so that she could no longer move easily, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Grabbing Yang Hongqiu's soft and boneless arm, the vitality power of Muxiang Lingjue was continuously input into it.
Yang Hongqiu's eyes were half-closed. She didn't expect that Cheng Ling hadn't left yet, and she had no time to care about the pain of her headache. But with the vitality input from Cheng Ling, a steady, continuous, and pure energy was injected into the body, and the pain in his head suddenly eased a little.
"Hmph...um...ah...!" She couldn't help but moan happily.
It’s really fatal!
How could I resist the charm that Yang Hongqiu exuded at this time! Cheng Ling's mouth felt dry and he could only look at his nose and heart with his eyes and nose. He bit his tongue fiercely and tried his best to stabilize his Taoist heart.
But he still felt his blood boiling and he almost lost his mind. He said angrily: "Master, can you stop shouting so coquettishly? I can't stand it anymore...!"
But how could Yang Hongqiu control it? This disease was so fatal. Even the Holy Master couldn't relieve it, so Cheng Ling finally suppressed it temporarily, and naturally made a sound unconsciously.
She didn't know that with her current appearance and that voice, even an eminent monk who was used to meditating could not stand it. If Cheng Ling hadn't been mentally strong enough, he would have fallen!
He gritted his teeth, held on to some clarity in his mind, and probed his consciousness into Yang Hongqiu's body. Going up from the arms, we soon came to the head. Only then did he see Yang Hongqiu's soul, shining with dazzling silver light, much rounder and fuller than his own. I secretly praised in my heart that the spirit of this Nine-Star Earth Immortal was indeed powerful.
After carefully searching the entire soul, I finally found a dark gray area on the head about the size of a fingernail. That area looked so abrupt, as if the flawless white jade was suddenly stained with black spots. When the power of vitality encountered the dark gray area, it was unable to penetrate at all and was quickly repelled.
But between the dark gray area and the soul, there is a tiny crack, connected only by silk-like threads.
"What on earth is this? It looks like a seal, but who is so ruthless and has such powerful means to fix the seal on the Yuanshen. Looking at this posture, the night of the full moon is the moment when the seal loosens, and the Yuanshen Her instinct was to reject her, and she wanted to break through the seal, which caused her severe pain!"
"The Wood Phase Spirit Art can temporarily suppress the pain of damage to the soul, but after all, it is not a long-term solution. Do you have to stay by her side every full moon night? There is no danger this time. If she can't control it next time, Spells are flying everywhere, but I can't resist them. The only way is to use elixirs to restore the damage to the soul!"
After finding the crux, Cheng Ling immediately felt relieved. He took out a Yuanshen Pill from the storage ring and fed it into Yang Hongqiu's lips.
Yang Hongqiu swallowed it instinctively, and the power of the Yuanshen Pill was immediately relieved, and the pain in his head was reduced a little. However, Yuanshen Pill is only a pill used in the mortal world, and its effect is too weak for her. In less than a cup of tea, the potency is basically gone.
She frowned, her mind regained a little clarity, and said: "Disciple, what was the elixir just now? It's somewhat effective.
Sure enough, but there was too little time, and the teacher's head began to hurt again. "
Cheng Ling sighed inwardly. He was just testing whether the Yuanshen Pill had any effect on her head ailment. Now it seems that the effect is there. Yang Hongqiu's head ailment is indeed caused by damage to his soul. If he wants to cure it, it will only be cured by a higher-grade elixir.
But in front of him, he didn't have the elixir to heal the damage to his soul. In desperation, she could only take out all the soul elixirs in the ring, and then input the vitality power of the Muxiang Lingjue again, trying to find a way to relieve her pain.
In this way, Cheng Ling stayed by Yang Hongqiu's side and struggled all night.
When a trace of fish belly white appeared in the east, Yang Hongqiu finally woke up and her head no longer hurt. She opened her eyes and trembled slightly. The dozens of restraints Cheng Ling had placed on her body were instantly shattered, and she suddenly sat up.
Cheng Ling was startled, thinking she was going to hurt someone, so he quickly dodged and retreated.
Yang Hongqiu waved his right hand, and a layer of fine grid covered Cheng Ling. As long as he moved, he would feel the tingling pleasure of lightning and lightning.
Cheng Ling's face turned bitter and he said angrily: "Master, I have been guarding you all night, why should I treat my disciple like this!"
Yang Hongqiu tied up his long hair on his forehead and temples, straightened his messy clothes, stood up, came to Cheng Ling, and said, "My good disciple, you really have a way. This is the first time I have a headache in so many years." The attack is not that painful. What was the elixir just now? And please give me some more just in case I need it."
Cheng Ling said angrily: "No more, I'll give it all to you. Besides, considering your injury, the grade of the elixir is too low. It may be able to alleviate a little this time, but taking it in the future may not have any effect." "
"Why is this happening? Then we have to find a way to get the Yang Pill? But that pill is too expensive and its effect is not obvious."
"Can the Huanyang Pill relieve your headache?"
"It has a little effect, but unfortunately it is similar to the elixir you gave me. It can only provide slight relief, and the elixir is very expensive. You see, I am extremely poor. How can I have the extra fairy crystal to buy elixirs."
Cheng Ling suddenly realized that she wanted the Immortal Crystal to buy a pill to relieve headaches, which was understandable. That kind of pain is the same as when he was refining the sword, which splits the soul. It is absolutely unbearable for ordinary monks, let alone every full moon night.
This is Cheng Ling, who possesses the Wood Spirit Art and dares to penetrate Yang Hongqiu's body with his spiritual consciousness. Only then can he completely see through the crux of her problem. Like the previous Holy Master and Feng Qingyun, although they had very high cultivation levels, they had no nerve to spy on her soul.
Therefore, they tried their best to use the Huanyang Pill, which was not suitable for the disease and could only slightly relieve her pain. This is like scratching the surface of an itch. It has some effects, but it cannot solve the fundamental problem.
Cheng Ling pondered for a while, looked at Yang Hongqiu and said: "Master, according to my speculation, the Yang Yang Pill will have very little effect on you. It can only provide slight relief, unless there is a higher-grade pill that can heal damage to the soul. Only medicine can greatly relieve the pain of your headache."
"Oh!" Yang Hongqiu's eyes lit up and he asked, "My dear disciple, you actually know how to make alchemy?"
Cheng Ling rolled his eyes and acted like he was coaxing a child. How old are you, girl? You might be many years younger than me. He said angrily: "Yes, I know how to practice
Dan, why else would you let Haitang and the others grow herbs and let you destroy most of them! "
Yang Hongqiu said nonchalantly: "It's just some herbal medicine. There's no need to remember it so clearly. You just checked my body and you should know what the problem is. What kind of elixir is needed to treat my master's head disease? Tell me quickly. !”
Cheng Ling glanced at the power grids still hanging around him and said calmly: "Let me go first!"
This time Yang Hongqiu acted simply. With a wave of his right hand, the power grid disappeared instantly.
Cheng Ling let out a sigh of relief and finally regained his freedom. Not to mention, the unscrupulous master's spells are so powerful that even the slightest movement will make you feel like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, which is very unpleasant!
I stretched my body a little, and I was already tired from inputting the Mu Xiang Ling Jue all night long. With a quick glance, he found a stone chair and sat down. He said calmly: "Master, my disciple can indeed refine elixirs. As long as you have the recipe for the Yang Return Pill, you can definitely refine it."
Yang Hongqiu said: "Didn't you say that the elixir has little effect on me? Why do you still need to refine it? In fact, the Holy Master said back then that there is a better elixir than the Yang Resurrection Pill, called the Nine Turns Resurrection Pill. . Unfortunately, the elixir is of extremely high grade, and few alchemists can refine it."
Cheng Ling's heart was moved and he asked: "Nine-turn Resurrection Pill? Do you know its recipe?"
"have no idea......!"
Cheng Ling was depressed and answered simply. He couldn't find a way to get this kind of pill to treat fatal headaches. It was really rough. But in this way, I also gave myself an excuse.
After pondering for a while, he said: "You can also ask me to help you refine the elixir, but we have to negotiate the terms!"
"What are the conditions? Tell me!"
What rice? So refreshing, does she know the status gap between master and disciple in this world? In the world of monasticism, as long as the master has his destiny, the disciple must try his best to fulfill it. Is it really so unreasonable to be in such a situation? Well, try her first!
"I'm thirsty. Let's have a cup of good tea first."
"Yes! Yes! I stole this from the Holy Master for my master. I wanted to exchange it for some fairy crystals. Since you like it, my disciple, take them all!"
After saying that, he took out a small box from the storage ring and handed it over.
Cheng Ling was a little confused. Was she kidding? No matter, let’s talk about the next step first!
He reached out and took the small box and opened it. A strong aroma of tea hit his nostrils. What a good thing! The concentration did not break away, and the whole mind felt a sense of clarity, which was only a little worse than the Enlightenment Tea.
Yang Hongqiu smiled, and took out a small stove and a maroon teapot. With a touch of his right hand, a flame rose in the stove, and he released another Qingshui Jue. In less than a moment, the water boiled. He took out a blue and white porcelain cup from the storage ring and handed it over slowly.
Cheng Ling now fully understood, this master is really stupid! It’s definitely not pretending! ! !
Relaxed, he took the tea cup with contentment, picked up a few pieces of broken tea leaves with his fingers and put them into the cup. He smelled the fragrance of the overflowing tea and took a slow sip.
After a long time, he sighed contentedly and said: "Master, if I want to cure your head ailment, it seems that I can only find a way to get the recipe for the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Pill. Before that, I can help you no longer suffer from last night's pain." Such pain! However, we need to make an agreement in three chapters!"
