Yan An cut open the fabric on Li Ting's calf, and the shocking injury appeared in front of everyone.
Li Ting's bones had been torn apart, and his muscles had been squeezed and damaged in the process. Later, he used code words to block his perception at night and used sword moves without hesitation.
The collision of mana caused more damage. At this time, the broken bones were mixed with flesh, turning into a black and purple puddle. On the contrary, the blood flowing out seemed particularly bright.
If there wasn't a trace of magic power hanging around, his lower leg would have been useless.
Yan An's expression did not change at all. He is a grown man and there is no need to be pretentious. When he had all the medicines in his previous life, he could have saved Chen Shi even if he only had one head left.
He glanced at his ghostly hand and asked, "Master, did I use ghostly energy instead of mana? I haven't tried it."
Yan An used to use magic power to cover his hands to check the tendons and bones, but it was different now. Using ghost energy instead of magic power to treat people was somewhat fanciful.
Li Ting said nonchalantly, "You'll know if it works or not. That's why I'm with you." At the end of the sentence, he couldn't help laughing, which was rare and heartless.
"Okay." Yan An nodded, and his ghostly hand directly touched the pile of minced meat, just like he used magic when he was alive.
"Hiss—" Li Ting gasped and couldn't laugh anymore.
"How does it feel?"
"Cold, the kind of pain that comes back after being extremely cold, it's cold and painful." Li Ting described it with a frown.
Yan An lowered his head and thought for a while, then added another ghostly aura, and then observed the broken bones.
"Is there sharp pain or dull pain?" Yan An asked.
"No, it's just the pain caused by the direct contact of Yin Qi with the meridians... My body can barely tolerate it, but others may not be able to." Li Ting said with a bitter smile.
"That's okay." Yan An nodded and moved his hands quickly.
He moved so quickly that an afterimage almost appeared, but Li Ting's face turned gray, as if he would die soon.
As Yan An continued to move, some pieces of meat and bones gradually appeared on the ground, mixed with a little bit of white ghost mist.
"Han Ziqi's ghost energy is inside, and it will definitely hurt to get rid of it. I don't want to let go of some bone residue." Yan An said to himself, as if Li Ting was the frog on the chopping board.
"It's up to you." Li Ting reluctantly squeezed out a sentence through his teeth, and then the cold pain of Yin Qi took away his consciousness. He gritted his teeth and stopped talking.
"Fortunately, I swallowed its black elixir. Otherwise, these ghost energies would be really difficult to deal with. They might not be able to catch them and wander into your meridians and spiritual roots, causing fundamental harm." Yan An said seriously, while the movements of his hands remained the same. No change, carefully inspecting the broken calf.
"You can't use your foot any more if it's broken. If you can't find something suitable to reshape it, you'll have to be a cripple."
Broken limbs of monks can be treated. There are usually two methods, one is a magical elixir, and the other is to reshape it with spiritual objects.
If you can't do both, if you delay it for a few years, you will never be able to recover.
An hour later, Yan An's expression relaxed a little, "I have picked it clean, and the meridians are also smooth. I need to nourish them. Is there any magic pill that can break bones and restore meridians that is better? My sapphire ointment will also work, but that thing has to be Fresh ones, I haven’t been able to make them recently.”….
Hearing that Yan An was still joking, Li Ting smiled bitterly, "Where are those things?"
"Then at least take hemostatic pills and anti-blood stasis medicine, and then rest for a month to let the mana flow naturally and grow better little by little." Yan An thought for a while and then continued.
After hearing this, Tang Yuan took out two small bottles and handed them to Li Ting. Li Ting took them, opened them, smelled them, and subconsciously handed them to Yan An.
Yan An also checked it out of habit, and then said, "One pill of this, two pills of this, this medicine is just okay." He said it was just okay, but in fact it was very good.
Li Ting always believed in Yan An's judgment and gave him the right medicine. He immediately took the three pills, swallowed them, and used his magic power to refine them.
Then he returned the rest to Tang Yuan and said sincerely, "Thank you very much."
Tang Yuan did not answer, "
Sent to you. "After that, he looked away and said no more.
Yan An didn't care what was going on, and just said: "You can walk normally, and you can also use mana to warm you up, but you can't kick people, you can't attack, you can't use mana to support you, and of course, you can't use it to speed up.
You can only use it like a mortal, or raise it, don't mess around. "
Seeing him looking worried, Li Ting's expression changed, "What's wrong with you?"
"You first said you would follow the doctor's orders!" Yan An frowned.
"Okay, I promise. What's wrong with you?" Li Ting asked the old god.
"Retreat."
"Where to close it?"
"Let's just stay in this dense forest. I'll find you when I'm done."
"how long?"
"One month."
"How did you find me?"
"I can find you even when I'm confused. I'm bound to you like a ghost."
"Can I find it even if I leave Wushan Mountain?"
"Well, as a ghost, my obsession has not been completed yet. It is impossible to lose the place of obsession and the relevant personnel."
"good."
The conversation between the two people was very concise, and a few words decided the next direction.
The old friends have just reunited, and now they have to separate again. This is a monk, who can spend hundreds of thousands of years longer than ordinary people. Most of the time they are in retreat, and they are always alone more often.
And a month of seclusion is almost the same as sleeping for a mortal.
"You won't die this time." Li Ting joked.
Yan An shook his head and said, "When I finish my retreat, all the medicinal materials in this dense forest will be mine." His expression was a bit arrogant, but his expression was weird.
Everyone has ambitions. Yan An's ambition is not to dominate the mountain and become an immortal, but to use medicinal materials. He wants everything that can be used as medicine. He chooses to practice because it can extend his life and make medicine longer.
But the scope of medicinal materials goes far beyond animals and plants, so this statement still seems a bit arrogant, no different from him wanting the entire forest.
Li Ting nodded. With the bond, he didn't have to worry so much about Yan An's whereabouts and safety.
When Yan An saw him nodding, he walked away from the light of the candle, and then disappeared little by little in the dense forest.
Li Ting then looked at the remaining people, "Shui..." As soon as Li Ting opened his mouth, Shui Ying said, "Sir, just call me Shui Ying."
Li Ting frowned. Although he didn't like it, he did intend to call him senior. After all, Yu Shuiying was not as familiar with him as he was with Feng Yu.
But why did she call herself that? Firstly, I am not a fortune teller, and secondly, I am no longer a fortune teller, so how can I need any respect?
The world of cultivation is a world where the weak eat the strong.
"Anyway, he has a lot of candles, why not listen to a story?" Shui Ying pointed to the two bundles of red candles in Ye Ming's hand and said anxiously.
Two golden elixir stages... Li Ting thought about it for a moment, then looked at the jade slab that could be opened and closed freely, and felt that this was indeed a relatively safe place.
Anyway, I’ve been dawdling for so long, and there’s still a story to tell.
"Speaking."
Shui Ying breathed a sigh of relief and told Li Ting again in detail what she had told Tang Yuan.
As she narrated, Li Ting's expression gradually became serious, and Ye Ming listened with obvious admiration in his eyes.
Is there anyone in this world who can predict this?
The story must be finished. As the last word fell, Shuiying handed the blue purse to Li Ting.
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A big man swinging around
