Everyone returned to the military tent. When Qing Dongming heard that Qing Yang had killed the beast, he laughed twice and suddenly passed out.
Before the person who was immersed in joy could react, Qingyang stepped forward and supported Qing Dongming, who was about to fall unconscious.
Chunyang was weak and entered Qing Dongming's body, and his face couldn't help but darken.
Qing Dongyang's efforts to suppress the epidemic before were already at the end of his game. After Qingyang arrived, he used the Good Fortune Rebirth Pill to prevent his loss of vitality, but his health did not improve.
Before, I was just worried about whether the Fei Beast could be destroyed, so I kept holding on with strength. Now I heard that the Fei Beast was destroyed and my son was such a hero. I finally put aside my worries, relaxed my mind, and died.
At this time, Qing Dongyang could only breathe out, but could not breathe in. He was obviously in critical condition.
Qingyang made a series of hand seals, locking all the vitality of Qing Dongyang in his body and letting him fall into deep sleep. He looked at the panicked people below and snorted softly.
Although it was a slight hum, it seemed to resound in everyone's hearts, and everyone calmed down and looked at Qingyang worriedly.
Qingyang was not polite at this time and gave the order directly.
"My father is critically ill. I want to take him back to Shennong Pavilion to seek treatment. The military and administration of the state will be entrusted to you."
"Please give me your orders, young master!"
Everyone responded in unison.
"Mr. Ma, after my father and I leave, you will be in charge of the state's political affairs. The anti-epidemic pill must be put into the water sources of the three counties as soon as possible to treat the people."
"I will obey the order of the young master."
"General Mi!"
"My subordinate is here!"
"You will be in charge of the military in the state. We must prevent thieves from taking advantage of the chaos to cause trouble."
"Don't worry, young master, no one dares to cause trouble with Mi here."
"This is the best, Mr. Zhao!"
"Young Master, please give me your instructions."
Zhao Yan bowed and obeyed the order
"After my father and I leave, the state's foreign affairs will be in your charge."
"As you command!"
"The rest of the people should try their best to assist the three of them without any delay."
At this time, Qingyang's momentum was greatly increased, and everyone seemed to be facing not one person, but a god from ancient times.
Qingyang thought for a while, then took out another jade slip, burned a skill in it, and said to everyone, "These are the first three chapters of an earth-level skill. It can be practiced to the Golden Elixir Immortal Realm. You can wait." Anyone can practice it, as long as they reach the golden elixir realm, I will definitely give you the follow-up techniques."
When everyone heard this, their eyes couldn't help but stare. Earth-level skills are peerless magical skills that can be cultivated to the realm of earthly immortals. Although there are foundation-building monks in the tent, most of them practice military skills or by chance. Obtaining the skills and even cultivating the golden elixir depended on chance, but Qingyang actually gave the earth-level skills directly.
Regardless of the fact that Qingyang has a lot of skills and they are all at a high level, it is because he has a strong chance. First he met Yun Gushe, and later he joined the Shennong Pavilion. How many people in the world can get such an opportunity.
If other people can obtain a Xuan-level skill, it can be used as a treasure handed down from generation to generation, let alone an Earth-level skill.
Qingyang has lived in the wild for many years and naturally knows human nature well. Only by tying their interests tightly to his chariot will they not betray. Otherwise, how many of these people can remain loyal without him and his father?
Now that he has given Earth-level skills, they must persist in order to follow up with them.
Qingyang stretched out his hand and waved, and the jade slips fell into the hands of everyone. Then Qingyang no longer wasted time, picked up Qing Dongming, and headed towards Shennong Pavilion with his sword.
Qing Dongming is now in critical condition. If he is not treated in time, he may not be able to save his life.
Therefore, Qingyang did not dare to delay at all along the way.
The journey that originally took three days only took one day when Qingyang used all his strength to control the sword. Qingyang took Qing Dongming back to Shennong Pavilion. After returning, Qingyang did not dare to delay at all and headed towards the Headmaster Academy.
When they arrived at the Headmaster Academy, they saw that Jiang Wujiu and Jiang Yanxun were also in the courtyard, and they were all overjoyed to see Qingyang coming.
Before Qingyang left, Jiang Chengming had said that he was in danger of death. How could he not be happy to see him return safely now?
But Qingyang didn't have time to greet them at this time, so he came directly to Jiang Chengming and knelt on the ground with a plop.
"Master, please have mercy and save my father!"
After speaking, he knocked deeply.
Jiang Chengming was not as happy as Jiang Wujiu and Jiang Yanxun. He looked at the kneeling disciple in front of him and reached out to help him up.
However, Qingyang did not take advantage of the situation, but instead kowtowed again.
"Oh! Chi'er, you just want to save your father as a teacher. You have to let me see your father's condition first. Get up quickly!"
"Thank you Master!" Qingyang heard this and knew that Master was willing to save him. He couldn't help but be overjoyed and quickly supported Qing Dongyang. At this time, Qing Dongyang was frozen by his magic power, like a living dead, with a black aura on his face, but the disease aura was blocked by Qingyang's mana is wrapped in it, so it cannot be emitted.
Jiang Chengming couldn't help but frown when he saw Qing Dongming like this. The imperial emissary's frown deepened as he walked around.
After pondering for a while, he ordered Jiang Wujiu to get the Kurong Pill.
Hearing this, Jiang Wujiu responded and quickly ran into Jiang Chengming's alchemy room. After a while, he took out a gourd and handed it to Jiang Chengming's hand.
Jiang Chengming took the gourd and poured out a spiritual elixir. As soon as the elixir came out, the courtyard was instantly filled with the power of life, death, and prosperity. The flowers and plants in the courtyard were actually affected by this power of life and death, and they continued to grow and wither.
"What a powerful elixir!" Qingyang couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw this.
Jiang Chengming put the elixir into Qing Dongming's mouth, and then used his magic power to help him dissolve the medicine.
After the elixir entered the body, the black energy around Qing Dongming's body instantly dissipated a little, and his breathing, which was already extremely weak, became stronger at this time.
Qingyang couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw this, but Jiang Chengming didn't look happy at all.
Sure enough, after a while, the black air that had faded became strong again. ,
"Why is this happening!"
Qingyang's face was full of anxiety at this time.
"Your father's plague poison has been integrated into his flesh and blood. It's a miracle that he can survive until now. I'm afraid it can't be cured by medicine or stone!"
When Qingyang heard this, his heart sank to the bottom. He originally thought that his father would be saved when he returned to Shennong Pavilion, but he never knew that this would be the result.
Even the Shennong Pavilion, which inherited medical knowledge, couldn't. Then who else in the world could save his father? Qingyang couldn't help but despair.
At this moment, looking at my father's ever-increasing black energy, and thinking about what my master said cannot be cured by medicine or stone, I really feel as if the world has darkened.
Although Qing Dongming has left Qingshan Village since Qingyang was a child, he always cares for him every time he comes back. Although father and son don't meet often, the relationship between father and son is really deep. At this time, he heard that his father's medicine and stone could not cure him, so what should he do? Not sad or despairing.
"There is no cure for anything other than medicine and stone! There is no cure for anything but medicine and stone!..." In despair, Qingyang kept repeating what Jiang Chengming said.
Suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and he looked at his master and saw that his master was looking at him solemnly.
"Master, if medicines and stones are not the only cure, are there any other methods of cure!?"
