Shui Miaomiao promised Xianyan the Immortal Lord would persuade Wen Renxian.
But Immortal Xianyan didn't take this matter to heart at all, and Shui Miaomiao couldn't persuade him to hear the immortal.
Watching Shui Miaomiao take over the work of Si Chu, apply medicine on Wen Renxian's hand, and speak softly, it's just a sense of smell, so it's harmless.
Xianyan Xianzun didn't know whom to feel sorry for.
Since Wen Renxian believed that it was his fault that Shui Miaomiao lost his sense of smell, no one could persuade him.
The more calm Shui Miaomiao speaks, the more innocent it makes people feel.
Xianyan Xianzun really wanted to step forward and say, even if Wenrenxian had not gone into retreat at that time, the Peach Blossom Garden held by the Immortal Alliance would still be inaccessible. Shui Miaomiao would still be injured should he be injured.
In the past few days, the doctor has changed several batches, but no problems have been found.
The weasel and musk deer that Shui Miaomiao was talking about seemed to have simply damaged her sense of smell, but no one could guarantee whether there would be other sequelae in the future.
At Tianyuan Peak, in Yiyuetan, Shui Miaomiao practiced swordplay for a while and sat on the swing to relax.
An ice blue butterfly flew from the sky, with a wisp of red thread at its end, and landed on Shui Miaomiao's outstretched palm.
Shui Miaomiao blinked and waved away the red thread.
Shui Miaomiao put her chin in her hands and sighed.
Wen Renxian came back injured again.
Shui Miaomiao couldn't smell the smell of blood, so he sent Ice Blue Butterfly to Xianyan Immortal Lord for internal response.
Wen Renxian had been away from the Ancient Immortal Sect for two or three days. When he returned to the sect, he would first go to the Xianyan Immortal, and then after a while, Sibu would bring some good things to open the gate of the Moon Pool.
So Shui Miaomiao doesn't close the door now.
Those things are hard to find, so-called useful things for restoring the sense of smell, but in the end they are useless. Of course, not all of them are. Although those things cannot restore Shui Miaomiao's sense of smell, they are also good for the body. .
Shui Miaomiao now feels that her hair is getting darker and darker, her figure is getting taller, and her skin is so tender and smooth that she cannot touch it. Every time she touches it, Shui Miaomiao will get red marks.
"Master's injury is a bit serious today~~"
Shui Miaomiao murmured, her feet lifted off the ground, and the swing began to swing gently.
Don't ask how Ice Blue Butterfly conveyed the information. Wen Renxian definitely didn't want Shui Miaomiao to know about his injury and asked everyone to keep it a secret from Shui Miaomiao.
But Immortal Master Xianyan definitely didn't want to hide it. The dangerous things that his junior uncle had done for Shui Miaomiao, she didn't know, so it was nothing!
And it just so happened that Shui Miaomiao didn't want to receive this favor in vain.
Ice Blue Butterfly is just a medium that the two of them know very well. Looking at the red thread at the end, the longer it stretches, the more seriously Wen Renxian is injured.
"I remember when I returned to Tianyuan Peak, the excuse I made for myself was to make myself angry just because I wanted to. I thanked Wen Renxian and told him that he didn't have to do this. I couldn't afford it."
Shui Miaomiao muttered to herself, "I didn't expect that Wen Renxian would be even more desperate in the blink of an eye."
In the past few weeks, Xianyan Xianzun's pressure was so low that no one dared to approach Shuiyunkuo, and they all took a detour.
Shui Miaomiao really wanted to tell Xianyan Xianzun, how about you tie up Wenrenxian and beat him with a stick to lose his memory?
However, Shui Miaomiao then thought about it. Over the years, he had kept everything secret, but within a day of seeing the immortals, he was exposed.
Even if Wen Renxian loses the memory in the side hall, he will still be able to see it in the next second.
Although Shui Miaomiao worshiped Wen Renxian as his teacher, the actual time Shui Miaomiao spent with Wen Renxian was not as long as the days he quarreled with Jiuchengqiu.
Unexpectedly, Wen Renxian silently recorded Shui Miaomiao's every move.
Wen Renxian has never accepted a disciple, let alone taken care of anyone, but he is studying for Shui Miaomiao...
"well."
Shui Miaomiao sighed, as if she owed more and more.
Sibu walked through the wall outside Yiyuetan Lake with a hurried expression and walked over.
Shui Miaomiao waved away the ice blue butterfly and let it play by itself. She jumped down from the swing and faced Si Chu, "What is it today?"
"Powder made from scorpions." Sibu opened the box and found a box full of pink powder.
"Xiang Scorpion!" Shui Miaomiao, who had read "The Great View of the World of Gods and Demons" when he had nothing to do, didn't need Sijun's introduction, "Master, he really doesn't want to die!"
The sweet scorpion is a social animal. It is as small as a grain of sand, but the tip of its tail is extremely poisonous. One sweet scorpion can kill an adult yak.
I would like to ask how Wen Renxian found so many scorpions, removed their tail ends, and ground them into this full box of powder.
"You are so anxious. Master should have fallen into a coma and has not yet woken up."
Shui Miaomiao took the powder box from Si'an and asked.
Sibu nodded, "Slave"
"Okay." Shui Miaomiao waved, "I know how to use this thing. You can go back and guard Master."
"Can"
"I can still get powder into my nose." Shui Miaomiao put the powder box on the swing and pushed the four children. Wen Renxian's safety was still more important.
This thing is extremely rare and precious, but most of it is useless. Why let the four children guard it here and waste manpower?
"Well, Miaomiao, you have to remember that this powder is slightly irritating. Don't use too much at one time, but increase it several times. The irritation may be restored."
Sibu warned and hurriedly left Tianyuan Peak.
Irritating?
Shui Miaomiao looked at the powder box on the swing and felt that she didn't want to use it.
Of course, there's no way to use it. Even though they say it doesn't matter, it's really uncomfortable to have no sense of smell. The calmness I feel now is just a matter of getting used to it.
If possible, Shui Miaomiao would also like to recover.
I took the compact and went upstairs.
Get a basin of water and get ready.
Just like using a powder inhaler through the nose, use spiritual power to send the powder into the nasal cavity.
It's a thrilling feeling.
In less than a second, Shui Miaomiao started coughing violently while holding on to the table.
Everyone said that the scorpion was fragrant. Why did Shui Miaomiao feel the smell of blood, which was connected with his nose and throat? Now Shui Miaomiao only felt nauseated and uncomfortable, as if he had swallowed a bag of blood.
Fortunately, I had a basin of water ready.
Shui Miaomiao hurriedly buried her entire face in the water and began to purr.
"good!"
Shui Miaomiao came out of the water holding her breath, rubbing her nose and sticking out her tongue. The smell of blood could not be dissipated.
There was a rusty feeling on my tongue, and there was also a rusty smell surrounding the tip of my nose.
Why!
Don't tell me, didn't Shui Miaomiao smell it?
Shui Miaomiao didn't smell it.
The smell of rust on the tip of your nose is just a message sent from the brain to the center.
Because there is a feeling of rust on the tip of the tongue, and Shui Miaomiao, who has a sense of smell, happens to know what rust smells like, it is just a wrong message.
As Fu Lingjun said, humans have a total of six senses, vision, hearing, touch, smell, taste, and perception. These six senses together create our perception.
The weasel musk deer destroys the entire olfactory system, because no matter what you see, hear, encounter or imagine, it will eventually converge to the olfactory system and give a reaction.
Shui Miaomiao's olfactory system was damaged, but the other systems were good. She could use her past memories to imagine smells. Although it wasn't necessarily correct, it wasn't bad either.
For example, this fragrant scorpion powder does smell fragrant, but it is mixed with the blood dripping from Wenrenxian. If you smell it carefully, it is not an exaggeration to say that it smells of blood.
Shui Miaomiao pushed back her wet hair, sat back on the stool, and looked at the scorpion powder beside her. It was probably hopeless to recover her sense of smell, but...
