After sorting out all his thoughts, Fu Yunge felt that the injury on his body seemed to be about to start, and he lay back on the bed at the advice of the old doctor. Although I still have concerns in my heart, I can finally deal with it calmly.
At the end of the night, with the help of the old doctor's herbal medicine, Fu Yunge lay flat on the stone bed and concentrated on recuperating his true energy to make up for his injuries and speed up his recovery.
With the assistance of the sixth form, he gained a better understanding of the Qi refining technique he had learned before. The desert air is dry, and although the usable air is thin, it is also purer.
After one night of practice, his injury improved greatly. Until the early morning light streamed into the window, Fu Yunge slowly sat up, gathering his energy and internalizing it, feeling quite contented.
I looked outside the door, but there was still no sign of the poinsettia.
Although the uneasiness in his heart was getting stronger and stronger, he was still unwilling to make such speculation. After all, the senior's cultivation level is unfathomable. If something unexpected happened to him, it would be a fantasy.
Seeing that the old doctor hadn't woken up yet, Fu Yunge took the initiative to cook for the two of them. There is a small side door next to the inner room, which is the kitchen, where some grain and other ingredients are piled up.
Soon, a pot of white rice porridge was ready. The lingering fragrance wafted out of the kitchen, gradually waking up the old doctor who was still sleeping.
When he opened his eyes, he was just confused when he saw Fu Yunge walking towards him carrying a wooden bowl. The aroma of the white porridge wafted far away, filling the entire inner room with the strange fragrance of herbs and rice.
He quickly cheered up and looked out the window. Seeing that the morning sun had slowly risen, he stood up from the chair and said, "Oh, I'm confused by sleep. And your medicinal soup hasn't been stewed yet. This memory is really old."
Without hesitation, he pushed Fu Yunge back to bed to rest, saying that his energy had not been restored and he could not exercise at will.
After Fu Yunge declined for a few times, he stopped insisting and followed the old doctor's instructions to lie back on the bed and continue cultivating his luck.
time flies. It was noon in the blink of an eye, and the hot sun outside was baking the sand. The bright and vicious sunshine was burning with all its strength, making it very hot.
Fu Yunge was bored. After resting, his body recovered quickly from his injuries. Coupled with the medicinal effects of the medicinal decoction and silver snail, gold and gallbladder, by noon, he even felt recovered.
Feeling really anxious, Fu Yunge sat up from the bed, kicked on his shoes and went outside to find the old doctor.
The old doctor was reading medical books on the table in the outer hall. He was startled when he saw an extra person. Seeing clearly that Fu Yunge was coming over, he inserted a yellow leaf that served as a bookmark and slowly closed the book.
"It seems that your complexion has improved a lot, which is really good." The old doctor looked at his cheek briefly, nodded and said, "You recovered quickly. It seems that the silver conch and golden gall are really worthy of the name of the rare treasure in the world."
Fu Yunge nodded. But what he cares about now is not these, but the safety of the poinsettia.
"Senior hasn't come back yet. I'm worried that something happened to him." After thinking about it, Fu Yunge said bluntly.
"Oh, him." The old doctor pinched his chin, his face showing a little worry, "It's true, there's only half a day left before the appointment."
Fu Yunge looked outside the door uneasily, but the familiar figure was still missing.
Could it be that the senior was sniped by Jiuche Xiaoying again?
An idea flashed through his mind, but was quickly dismissed. It stands to reason that Jiuche Xiaoying has withdrawn his troops from the desert, and if the senior is bent on seeking medicine, he will definitely be careful and will not expose his whereabouts easily.
He shook his head vigorously, as if to get rid of all the bad thoughts.
Perhaps, the senior has already obtained the medicinal materials and is on his way back. He comforted himself silently. In fact, he was not sure, but since there was still a glimmer of hope, he would rather believe that this would be a happy outcome for everyone.
His mind was spinning back and forth, Fu Yunge's fists were sometimes clenched and sometimes unclenched, and his eyes were dim.
Suddenly, at this moment, a tightly closed envelope suddenly flew in from outside the window!
Fu Yunge's eyes were bright and he raised his hand to grab Feixin. The old doctor raised his head, and then glanced toward the window in surprise.
Fu Yunge held the envelope, and it seemed to be bulging with something inside.
He broke the seal three times and dumped all the contents on the table. Inside was a brief letter and a small bauble that fell out at the end.
"It's a silver conch and a golden gall." Fu Yunge put down the envelope, picked up the letter paper and the golden thing and said.
The old doctor raised his head curiously, his eyes full of confusion.
Fu Yunge casually placed the silver conch and gold gallbladder on the table, looked at the letter in front of him, and read slowly:
"A poinsettia offers itself as a pledge in exchange for a silver conch and golden gallbladder from Jiuche Xiaoying. I hereby offer it to you. If you want someone, you can come to Heishui Heavenly Barrier to find him. The messenger of Cheerqi will hear the sound of Chedi... "
Towards the end, Fu Yunge's voice gradually changed its tone.
After reading, the old doctor suddenly saw Fu Yunge's hand holding the letter, which was shaking uncontrollably.
Fu Yunge's eyes were dull and his lips were trembling uncontrollably, as if he was in a freezing cold weather. His thoughts became more solidified. At this time, he no longer knew what he was thinking in his mind. He always felt very confused, and it seemed that he was suddenly empty and had nothing.
As soon as his knuckles loosened, the letter fell down. When the old doctor picked it up, he found that the place where he had just been pinched was soaked with wet sweat.
"How... how could..." Fu Yunge was stunned, talking to himself, "Senior... went to Jiuche Xiaoying..."
