In the courtyard of the Ghost Doctor's Tomb in Lihun Valley, Baishi saw Zhao Ling'er leaving and apologized to Shi Wuji in a hurry: "I'm sorry, it was Ling'er who dragged Jin Yan down."
"It's okay." Shi Wuji waved his hand. Although he felt sorry for his disciple, he didn't mean to blame Zhao Ling'er.
The two of them didn't say anything more and walked side by side to Wen Jinyan's residence in a tacit understanding. Although Shi Wuji said he didn't care, Bai Shi still felt a little regretful and kept his brows furrowed.
Shi Wuji sighed softly when he saw it, feeling helpless but understanding. Wen Jinyan was his first disciple, and he was also Bai Shi's favorite junior. He didn't need to put in the least amount of thought. His palms and backs were all flesh, and every injury hurt him.
Thinking of this, Shi Wuji couldn't help but comforted him: "Don't worry, old man Bai. With Thousand Faces Man here, Jin'er is not in danger. It's the first time for a little girl like Ling'er to go to such a dangerous secret place, and she didn't come back crying." It’s already pretty good.”
Bai Shi nodded silently. Shi Wuji's words were obviously biased. Even so, he also had a certain responsibility. After all, he was the one who brought Zhao Ling'er to Lihun Valley.
Shi Wuji did not intend to be biased. The disciples of Ghost Doctor Tomb never made excuses for failure. There is no such thing as "drag" in the world of cultivation. Since Wen Jinyan decided to take Zhao Ling'er with him, he should have protected him. If something unexpected happened, I can't blame others, I can only blame myself for not being good at learning.
Seeing that Bai Shi was still looking like that, he couldn't stand it any longer. He ignored the sentimental Bai Shi and strode forward helplessly and said, "If you really feel sorry for my Jin'er, just go and see a doctor for him."
Baishi immediately chased after him and quickly accepted the matter: "That's nature, that's nature!"
When the two of them arrived at the side hospital, the disciples from the Ghost Doctor Tomb had already examined Wen Jinyan. Their expressions were relaxed and calm, without any trace of sadness. Two female disciples were still joking and laughing with Yan Mingxiu. Bai Shi's heart was filled with worry. Only then did he fall to the ground.
"Master! Uncle Bai!" When everyone saw Shi Wuji and Bai Shi coming, they all stood still and saluted. Yan Mingxiu also put away the folding fans in his hands and bowed his hands to them.
Shi Wuji nodded slightly to Yan Mingxiu and asked one of the older disciples, "How is your senior brother?"
The disciple bowed his hands respectfully, bowed and said with a smile: "Back to master, senior brother is fine, and his cultivation has reached the golden elixir stage. It can be said to be a blessing in disguise!"
Shi Wuji touched the white beard on his chin, smiled happily, then retracted his smile and gave Yan Mingxiu a grateful hand.
All the disciples also followed Shi Wuji's instructions one after another. Yan Mingxiu did not expect this, so he hurriedly stepped forward to help Shi Wuji up, and said politely: "Yan did not dare to accept this gift. It was just a simple effort to save Mr. Wen. Shi Wuji The owner of the valley does not need to be polite."
As Yan Mingxiu said this, he bowed and left the courtyard. Seeing that Wen Jin was okay with his words, Bai Shi followed him out of the courtyard, thinking of asking him about the Vine Demon Pill.
Shi Wuji pushed the door open and checked Wen Jinyan's condition again, and saw that his face was rosy and he was sleeping peacefully. He checked his pulse again and saw that his pulse was strong and his body was full of true energy. He found out that his cultivation level was indeed the first level of the golden elixir. He had some doubts in his heart. Wen Jinyan asked what the cause was that allowed him to avert danger and at the same time improve his health. Cultivation?
Shi Wuji walked out of the room with doubts, ordered several steady disciples to take turns to look after him, and sat in the courtyard to question the disciples.
"I would like to say that after more than ten years of driving away things, I have still been unable to reach the golden elixir. What is the reason for today? Have you ever mentioned the 'Man with a Thousand Faces'?" At that moment, he stopped talking and looked at the two people who had just been chatting happily with Yan Mingxiu. The female disciples felt that Yan Mingxiu must have told them about this matter.
Unexpectedly, one of the female disciples in white hesitated for a long time, her face flushed, and finally she lowered her head and replied shamelessly: "Disciple... I don't know."
"Master, have mercy on me, I will never dare to do it again." Another female disciple in pink said, and even knelt down on the ground with a plop, begging Shi Wuji for forgiveness.
Shi Wuji didn't ask and knew why the two of them spoke and behaved like this. Yu Yan Mingxiu must have said something unrelated to Wen Jinyan's injury just now. They were young and had lived in Lihun Valley all year round without caring about the world. How could they have seen such a suave and free-spirited person like Yan Mingxiu, who chatted and laughed with them so easily? It was normal for the girls to express their thoughts naturally, and it was normal for them to hear a few wisecracks.
"That's all, you all can go out." Shi Wuji waved his hand and invited the young disciples out of the courtyard, leaving only the older disciple to ask: "Fengtian, please tell me."
Qing Fengtian was two or three years older than Wen Jinyan, but he entered the profession later than Wen Jinyan, so he became the second senior brother of the Ghost Doctor Tomb. He has a simple and kind temperament, but his medical skills are not as good as those of a talented disciple like Wen Jinyan, but he can treat ordinary people without any problem.
There is an unwritten rule in the Ghost Doctor Tomb, that is, the disciples are never judged by their age or how early they started, but rather by their own true abilities. Therefore, the junior fellow apprentices do not call him "Second Senior Brother" in private. Most of them are "Senior Brother Qing", except for the two female disciples who started the school last.
Qing Fengtian got married this year in Wuyou Town. His wife's natal family owns a medicine shop, so she is half of the same family. A few days ago, he was discussing with Shi Wuji about opening a small medical clinic in Wuyou Town. Shi Wuji also agreed, but was temporarily delayed because of Ji Beichen's matter.
Qing Fengtian saluted respectfully, bowed his head slightly and said to Shi Wuji: "Back to Master! Senior Brother almost exploded after taking the Soul Gathering Pill, but fortunately Senior Yan took the Soul Resurrection Pill for him."
"Resurrection Pill? No wonder!" Shi Wuji knew in his heart that Yan Mingxiu's shot was definitely not something random, but he didn't expect that it was an extremely rare Resurrection Pill.
Qing Toyota nodded affirmatively and continued: "The Resurrection Pill not only healed Senior Brother's damaged heart veins, but also stabilized the excess spiritual energy in his body. It circulated rapidly around him for several days. After continuous tempering, it finally Condensed into the purest spiritual essence in the body."
Shi Wuji knew that what Qing Fengtian was talking about was the process of forming pills, but he said that the wait was long and fruitless. Regardless of whether you are an alchemy cultivator or a medicine cultivator, unlike monks who practice martial arts, forming elixirs can only happen by chance, and it requires some chance.
However, Wen Jinyan still owes this opportunity to his benevolent heart. If Wen Jinyan hadn't sacrificed his life to take the Spirit Gathering Pill for Ji Beichen, Yan Mingxiu would not have been allowed to take out such a precious pill.
Shi Wuji was happy in his heart and couldn't help but sigh: "Well, we finally have a pill-forming monk in Lihun Valley. After forming a pill, the monk can extend his life by five hundred years. Jinyan has more time to understand my "ghost doctor" "The way, haha!"
"Congratulations, senior brother, I'm so happy!" Qing Fengtian had never seen Shi Wuji so happy. As a disciple of the Ghost Doctor Tomb, he also felt a little excited and proud in his heart.
Shi Wuji suppressed a smile and looked at Qing Fengtian, who had a sincere face. He suddenly realized that compared with how much he cared about Wen Jinyan, he cared less about this honest and honest second disciple, let alone those few I am a junior disciple who has just started.
"Hey..." Shi Wuji sighed secretly in his heart. Even parents' love for their children cannot be completely shared equally, let alone the friendship between master and disciple. Rather than sighing and lamenting, Shi Wuji is more accustomed to taking action immediately, whether caring or compensating, late is better than never.
Shi Wuji put away his thoughts and said solemnly to Qing Fengtian: "I have rarely asked about things in the valley in recent years. It's been a big thank you to Jinyan for all these years. Now that the matter of the vine demon has come to an end, tomorrow you will meet with your Master Bai." Come on, Uncle, listen to his opinions on medical clinic matters."
When Qing Fengtian heard this, he knelt on the ground with a plop, kowtowed three times to Shi Wuji, and replied with tears in his eyes: "Thank you, Master!"
Shi Wuji knew that Qing Fengtian valued friendship and did not stop him, but when he saw that his forehead was red, he still felt a little distressed. He hurriedly pretended to curse: "Get up, you are my direct disciple no matter how you say it, what do you look like! Do you remember, No matter where you go, Qing Fengtian, you are still my disciple of Lihun Valley, and you don’t have to be as polite as those outside the valley when you see the master!"
Qing Fengtian wiped away his tears and stood up obediently. He still bowed and held his hands in his hands, and respectfully replied: "Fengtian, I will obey my master's orders!"
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In the backyard of the Ghost Doctor's Tomb, Zhao Ling'er was wandering in the medicine field in despair. She didn't know what to do to make up for the regrets she had committed due to her willfulness.
"Ling'er! Where are you?" Bai Shi briefly chatted with Yan Mingxiu, then went to the backyard to look for Zhao Ling'er, fearing that she would do something stupid because of self-blame. He called for a long time but didn't get a response, and he began to feel anxious, but he thought that this was the Ghost Doctor's Tomb, so nothing serious would happen.
Unfortunately, Bai Shi still overestimated Zhao Ling'er's ability to bear it. By the time Bai Shi found her, she had been standing by the Lingquan Well for a long time. Bai Shi was so frightened that he almost died without even breathing.
"My good Ling'er, what's wrong with you?" Bai Shi pulled Zhao Ling'er back and saw that her eyes were red and swollen like peach kernels, and her eyes were dull and lifeless, and then he realized that something serious had happened.
Two female disciples from the Ghost Doctor Tomb came not far away. They stood nearby and saluted Baishi one by one. One of the older women in white said: "Uncle Bai, Miss Ling'er saw me and the eleventh junior sister. She looked like this when she came back from the main courtyard crying. We were worried that something would happen to her, so we kept following her, and we were afraid of disturbing her, so we just stood in the dark and watched, and we didn't stop her."
"Thank you two girls!" Bai Shi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. The two of them sat on the wicker chair of the grass pavilion in the backyard with Zhao Ling'er on the left and the right. Bai Shi took out a soul-fixing pill and gave it to Zhao Ling'er to drink.
After taking good care of Zhao Ling'er, Bai Shi expressed his gratitude to the two of them again and asked the reason: "The two kind-hearted girls will become doctors in the future. Do you know what happened to Ling'er?"
The two female disciples both shook their heads, neither knowing the reason for this matter. The eleventh junior sister in pink suddenly thought of something, hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "Uncle Bai, I know that there is something that may be related to Miss Zhao, but it is related to Miss Zhao has a clear reputation, and I also ask Master Bai not to blame..."
After hearing this, Bai Shi guessed that the matter was related to Wen Jinyan, but he was not sure, so he decided to listen to what they had to say before making a decision: "Please tell me."
After receiving the affirmation, the eleventh junior sister no longer refused, she cupped her hands to Bai Shi and said bluntly: "The ninth senior sister and I were in senior brother's courtyard just now. Our eyes were swollen from crying after being lectured by the master, so we came to the backyard to get some soothing herbs. As soon as Miss Zhao saw us coming from the main courtyard, she burst into tears, no matter how much we tried to persuade her, it was of no avail."
Junior Sister Eleven paused for a moment, seeming to muster up a lot of courage, and then continued: "Uncle Eleven, I will tell you the truth. My little girl has liked to join in the fun since she was a child. Since she came to Lihun Valley, she has adapted to the deserted and dull life. Recently. There are many people from outside the valley coming here, which arouses some of my daughter's bustling temperament in the past. Today, I also talked a few words with Senior Yan, which made Master angry and got scolded by him."
"Ahem!" Ninth Senior Sister blushed upon hearing this, and coughed a few times to signal to Eleventh Junior Sister to tell the important point. The person in front of them was Senior Uncle Baishi, and this little girl really dared to speak.
Junior Sister Eleven pursed her lips. She felt that if this matter was not explained clearly, Miss Zhao's matter would not be explained clearly. Moreover, Uncle Bai would not blame him. Miss Zhao said that her Grandpa Baishi was the kindest person.
Junior Sister Ninth's interruption made Junior Sister Eleven very uncomfortable. She looked at Shiraishi uncertainly and asked if she wanted to continue. Bai Shi was listening intently, and was not annoyed when he was interrupted. He smiled and nodded silently.
Junior Sister Eleven received Bai Shi's approval and continued happily: "My daughter will not let go of something new like Miss Zhao coming to the valley. As time goes by, I will find that Miss Zhao and I are both willful people. We hit it off very well, and we get along well these days. My daughter also sees the little thoughts of her daughter's family.
She usually loves to cling to her senior brother, and this time she secretly left the valley, it was because of his tacit approval. I guess Miss Zhao’s eyes turned red when she saw her younger daughter and Ninth Senior Sister crying, and she misunderstood that something had happened to Senior Brother, and she had…”
Junior Sister Eleven did not dare to say anything further, but just made some gestures on her neck. Bai Shi and Senior Sister Ninth understood what she meant: Zhao Ling'er thought that Wen Jinyan was killed by her, and that's why he became like this. It looks like neither human nor ghost.
