"Ahem!"
Wang Zijia came for a while, and everyone passed by him, but no one noticed him, so Wang Zijia had to cough.
"I've seen the immortal!"
"Meet Uncle Master!"
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With the discovery of one person, everyone busy in the hall suddenly stopped and saluted Wang Zijia. Some mortals even knelt down and worshiped, very excited.
Wang Zijia nodded lightly, looked around the crowd, and said, "The imperial doctor and the doctors will go to other halls to help stabilize the injuries. Gong'e will continue to stay behind to deal with the wounded."
"Respect the decree of the Supreme Immortal!"
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The group was organized by a few mortal soldiers and left quickly.
"Uncle Master, shall we continue the treatment now?" A disciple of the Alchemy Academy focused more on the wounded and asked hurriedly after they left.
"Let me do it. After my treatment is completed, you can just take care of the aftermath."
After the prince's good words, regardless of everyone's reaction, during the fluctuation of mana, crystal red sand floated out of the body like sunset, filled the hall, and submerged into the body of the wounded.
At the same time, he strolled to a wounded man, glowing light surged, as if he was performing some kind of bloodline spell, and stretched out his hand to touch his chest.
The rescued person felt the rapid changes in his body, and a warm and extremely comfortable feeling came over him. He opened his eyes subconsciously and froze.
What caught his eye was Wang Zijia, whose whole body was exuding a halo of rays of light. His appearance was already extraordinary, but under such circumstances, he looked even more handsome than a mortal, like a true immortal, which was deeply engraved in his mind. middle.
Wang Zijia felt it and showed a gentle smile to him.
The eyes of the disciple being treated were slightly swaying, and the image was engraved in his mind like an eternity, and he was completely stunned.
Many palace maidens were stunned when they saw this scene of immortality.
Even the well-informed Danyuan disciples looked at this scene with some astonishment. The complex hall, which was as complicated as a battlefield hospital, fell into an unusually quiet state for a while.
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Since these skin caretakers are all mortals, it is easy to grow demons. Yesterday, Wang Zijia completed the demon cultivation and even cleaned up the contamination in a hurry. Therefore, it is much easier to move around today.
Wang Zijia did not need to carve it carefully, he only needed to get a rough outline of the skin, replace some of the dead parts that were almost out of breath, and after hastily processing it, the rest of the work was simple.
Just one healing pill mixed with water can cure a large area.
Don't leave such a job to the disciples of Danyuan too easily.
Therefore, under the shocked eyes of everyone, Wang Zijia let the light rain float all over his body for half an hour, and then paid attention to the people on the bed one by one. Most of the injuries of the bloody people on the two hundred or so beds in the entire hall were healed.
After completing the treatment of the last disciple, Wang Zijia looked around the hall, nodded with satisfaction, and said to the two Danyuan disciples who were a little dull, "I'll leave the rest to you. I'll go next door."
"Ah, oh!" The two Alchemy Academy disciples came to their senses in a daze.
After watching Wang Zijia leave, one person subconsciously said: "Is this the Taoist disciple of the sect? This kind of healing technique is at least the level of the sect, right? How long has it been since Uncle Wang was promoted, and he has already mastered the dual sect!"
"Yes, this is the way of our sect!"
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While the two were discussing, each of the palace ladies was still a little stunned, shocked by the sight of the fairy.
Wang Zijia walked in and out of more than a dozen temporary halls like battlefield hospitals, and it took him most of a day to complete the initial general treatment. The Danyuan disciples are fully capable of the remaining work.
However, Wang Zijia did not just leave. Instead, he chose a few targets among the dozens of high-grade spiritual root disciples, and started the idea that he had wanted to try for a long time after going through many tests.
The strong illusion power enveloped the target, and in the blood jade book, the initial template written based on Wang Zijia's own experience, past life stories, and current specific situations began to be inspired.
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In Fenghaonan, on the outskirts of Tianhong Bailing City, in Liuxin Town, there are strangers in Shenjing Village.
Feng Haonan knew that he was different from others since he was a child. When he was one year old, he completely understood his parents' words. However, when he talked to his parents in fluent words, his parents showed a look of horror.
That day, he was soaked in well water, drank dark talisman medicine, restrained, and sat on the incense table in the ancestral hall for a whole night.
At a very young age, he knew for the first time what suffering was and what ignorance was. It was a day like hell. He had a high fever all night and survived in a state of confusion.
A trip to hell made him understand something.
Extremely precocious, he began to know what hidden clumsiness was.
I pretended to be a confused fool for two years, observing my peers and learning everything about the world.
Gradually integrated into the world!
At the age of five, Feng Haonan already had a clear understanding of the village and town. And I clearly realized that the uncles and uncles in the village were really stupid. Even a few cents of money can be used to settle accounts, and people can be tricked.
But because of his childhood experience, he didn't show any expression to all this. He watched silently and looked on with cold eyes, just like a bystander in this world.
When he was six years old, an old Taoist came to the village, saying he wanted to recruit disciples for the immortal. Under his command, the chickens, ducks, dogs and cats in the village can even behave like humans, making everyone in the village worship him.
Looking at such deceptive tricks, the monkey tricks on the stage in the town can also do it, but the Taoist priests are more clever. Feng Haonan thought so at the time, so he watched with cold eyes.
Then the Taoist priest seemed to be able to see through his disguise and found him in the crowd. After asking some questions, he said in surprise: "Extreme spiritual root and precocious wisdom?"
At that time, he didn't understand what it meant.
All he knew was that he was sold by his parents, and he was very valuable. It cost him eight taels of silver, which was almost enough to buy an acre of land. Many people in the village were very envious of him, saying that he had a destiny and a bright future.
He didn't know what the way forward was or what the outcome would be, so he still watched with cold eyes.
Anyway, I have no feelings for my so-called parents. It would be better to leave such a fool. It seems not bad to follow the old Taoist priest and become a liar.
At least you can use your brain, right?
But the development of things was completely different from what he thought.
The next day, he saw with his own eyes that the old Taoist priest's hands turned into wolf claws. After infecting some people, he took them to watch on the top of the highest building in Bailing City all night.
That night, fireworks were everywhere, cries shook the sky, and the faint smell of blood and fireworks filled the tip of his nose all night.
When the morning light fell on the earth again the next day, Bailing City, which had been in turmoil all night, no longer had the joy of the past.
(End of chapter)
