Seeing this scene, Liu Yunqing tightened his grip on the sword and looked at Jiang Su with complicated eyes.
The girl in green clothes closed her eyes tightly, without even lowering her head. There was no expression of pain on her face, as if she was doing an extremely normal thing.
"Susu..." Xiao Shiyu tightened his throat and stared at the small hole left by the bite on the girl's skin.
The next second, Jiang Su cut his arm three times with a knife in his hand. The middle one was so hard that the white bones in it were vaguely exposed.
Blood flowed down his fair skin to his elbows and dripped onto the ground.
Tick-tick-tick-
Everyone gasped when they saw this scene.
"Jiang Su!" This time it was the medical elder on the side. They shook their heads and sighed.
"This kid... is so cruel, and he is so cruel to himself..." Elder Fei almost covered his eyes with his hands. He didn't want to see the Zaizai he was watching grow up bleeding.
She is the child that everyone in Shifang Sect has grown up in the palm of their hands.
Without stopping, Jiang Su picked up a red glass bottle from his sleeve, took the cork in his mouth, raised his head and poured the elixir in the glass bottle into his mouth.
"This is the hemostasis pill most commonly used by monks." Jiang Su explained casually. She couldn't see the size and shape of the wound, and she was more ruthless than before. Now she was using her spiritual power to look inside. Body.
One breath, two breaths...five breaths, no change in the wound.
Half the stick of incense had passed, and the wound was bleeding, showing no sign of recovery.
"That's not right. Is this a problem with the hemostatic pill? Why doesn't it have any effect? Come on, Susu, try this bottle of mine again!" The elder in red took out an exquisite red vial with patterns from his sleeve, holding it in his palm. He knocked the bottom of the bottle and poured out a crimson elixir that was twice as big as Jiang Su's own hemostatic elixir.
He carefully placed the elixir in Jiang Su's palm and couldn't help but glance at Jiang Su's eyes.
"Uh-" He sighed.
Jiang Su felt the elixir the size of a goose egg on the palm of his hand...
"..."
Is this the medicated love given by elders?
So the elder’s medicine bottle must be a magic weapon! These old men are still rich!
Jiang Su didn't refuse. She knew that if she wanted to prove her guess, she had to eliminate everyone's doubts. She shook the elixir with her hand, opened her mouth and stuffed the elixir into her mouth. In front of everyone, she swallowed the whole "goose egg" with an inhuman expression.
"Fortunately, I always laugh. People who love to laugh will not have bad luck." Jiang Su muttered in his heart.
The surrounding monks all twitched their eyes, thinking, "This girl is too... edible."
"She swallowed such a big pill???"
"There are traces to follow, there are traces to follow. She had the same expression when she was chewing the elbow of a spiritual pig when she was a child!!!"
"Yes, yes, even when you go under the goat and drink milk directly from your mouth! It's exactly the same, but it still hasn't grown up!"
The elder in red just now hesitated to speak. He turned back and looked at each other with the other four elders who were rescuing Kufeng. In the end, he did not say anything.
This thing is for dressing... it will turn into water when put on the wound, and the wound will heal... Why did she eat it?
In fact, eating it has an effect, and it is even more effective. But they originally developed this "goose egg" to be different and sell it at a better price!
Time passed bit by bit, and Jiang Su remained motionless, like a statue forgotten by time. Only blood continued to flow to the ground. Finally, after three sticks of incense, Jiang Su's entire arm became stiff and blue, and extremely cold.
Like a corpse that had been dead for three days.
A small pit has been poured out on the ground with blood.
After a drop of blood fell to the ground, the girl in green spoke slowly, "Give me the elixir you studied and refined after the epidemic."
After the sound was over, the elder in black took the lead in handing the gourd that he had prepared long ago to Jiang Su. He even poured out a handful of elixirs in his palm in advance and said sternly in a low voice: "Su Su, open your mouth."
Jiang Su raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth without any objection. She knew what Elder Shen was going to do.
"Oh, this old man really... the older he gets, the more willing he is to worry."
The next moment, Elder Shen directly placed a handful of elixirs in his hand on Jiang Su's mouth, then pressed Jiang Su's chin and shook it, making her swallow all the elixirs, and then withdrew his hand.
He frowned and immediately performed a cleansing spell, fearing to get Jiang Su's saliva on his face with disgust.
The elder in red looked at his appearance and scolded him through the message: "You are the only one who loves to be clean."
Jiang Su felt the whole process of a handful of pills turning into water, passing through the mouth, pharynx, esophagus and stomach, and finally exerting its effect and being delivered to all parts of the body. He took out his own hemostatic pill again and took one.
In an instant, the arm as green as a corpse regained its elasticity, the three three-inch wounds gradually shrank, the bones were covered again, and then the blood flow stopped, and the previously scary wounds disappeared without a trace.
The girl's entire arm is like beautiful mutton-fat white jade.
"I see..." Elder Bai Yifei nodded, looking thoughtfully at Jiang Su's arm, with an expression of memories on his face.
He was recalling whether there were any examples of monks whose wounds could not be recovered before refining the elixir. After thinking about it for a long time, he thought that even if it was possible, they suspected that he was injured too seriously and his recovery was slow.
After all, this group of doctors refined this elixir very quickly. As early as the tenth day after the outbreak of the epidemic, they refined this elixir. They really did not expect that it would be useless to mortals, but something went wrong. It is the life-saving product of their monks.
The monk loses his ability to recover, and other elixirs are no longer useful. This is very different from waiting to die. It’s equivalent to a terminal illness…
This great epidemic not only wants the lives of mortals, but also wants the lives of monks!
At this time, Liu Yunqing, who was beside Jiang Su, unsheathed his sword and threw the Wind Sword forward. He stepped on the Wind Sword and flew straight to Hongfeng Town.
Upon seeing this, the other sword cultivators made the same move and followed their senior brothers to the foot of the mountain.
Zhang Yunsheng took out a yellow talisman from his sleeve, narrowed his eyes slightly, then pointed in a direction in the mountain forest with his finger, and said to the disciples in his peak behind him: "Let's go! Let's go catch things in the mountain!"
Liu Yunqing went down the mountain to catch the black rat demon in the cellar of Zhang Farmer's house, and Zhang Yunsheng went to the forest to search for the black rat demon that Jiang Sukou said the hunting monk should have encountered.
It is easy to catch those at the foot of the mountain, but difficult to catch in the forest.
The remaining monks took out another plague pill and drank it, and let out a relieved breath.
"Fortunately, we already have the elixir to cure ourselves."
Thinking about this, Jiang Su still retains his affirmation and trust in his fellow medical practitioners in the world of cultivation.
"They have lived a long time after all. Although the physical conditions of monks and mortals have been blurred, and they have not been able to care about mortal affairs for hundreds of years, the elixirs taken by the monks are still extraordinary after refining them. The sword has not yet been old."
"The time is short, the effect is quick, and you can prevent it before it gets sick. Tsk, tsk, tsk, you guys have something."
In this world, only by chance can ordinary people meet medical practitioners and have the opportunity to seek medicine. Only the nobles and nobles spend all their wealth to support the monks.
There are several generals named Li in the world, and how many can travel with the medical fairy.
Jiang Su nodded slightly and thought: "This time it should be solved. The cause was the black rat demon, the process was a great epidemic, and the result is that the disease was cured. So..."
"Who is behind the scenes? Is it Chu Lin or who..."
Jiang Su turned around, smelled the fragrance of the medicine, and walked towards the copper furnace where Dan was practicing alchemy not far away. He took a bench from his storage bag and put it aside. There was no sadness or joy in his brows.
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"Who are you?" Dong Yiyi stood quietly in Jiang Su's courtyard, the moonlight poured down like a waterfall, the breeze blew through the white clothes, caressing the swaying spiritual flowers beside him.
The tip of the black sword touched the red monk's flesh, piercing the red robe, and murderous aura surrounded him.
It's not his murderous intent.
Fang Zheyan blocked Dong Yiyi's way of leaving without retreating at all. From the beginning to the end, he never said a word back to Dong Yiyi.
"Your cultivation level is very high. It's better than mine. I'm afraid there are few people in the entire Shifang Sect who can fight with you. Your identity has only been vaguely told to us by Su Su, but I don't believe it. "
"I don't believe that a patient I met casually on the road would be taken back to her hospital to hide it, and even I wouldn't know about it."
"She took you to knock on the mountain gate, right? What did the sentient beings in the ten directions say to you when you passed the mountain gate?"
Dong Yiyi's eyebrows were covered with frost, and his whole body was like a bow tempered with snow in winter, with a cold string and an arrow ready to be fired.
Fang Zhe lowered his head and looked down at Dong Yiyi calmly, seemingly not listening to her words at all.
"Speak! Are you mute?"
Dong Yiyi exerted his strength, and the tip of the sword penetrated Fang Zhe's flesh. The sword master's body was pierced at this moment, and blood flowed from his chest. The red robe was soaked, and the color of the clothes gradually became darker. .
(End of chapter)
