Chapter 305, Eye Disease

Author: Lead the tiger to defend yourself

Chapter 305, Eye Disease

Yang Zhao was moved to another location by Zhenren Aoki. She did not see everything that happened after that. She could only hear the sounds of fighting and random shouts of killing.

She leaned against a big tree with her back, her eyes were so sore that she couldn't open them with tears streaming down her face.

In a daze, she seemed to see a golden light rushing through her eyes.

"Yang Zhao, what's wrong with your eyes?" Master Aoki's voice appeared in her ears.

Yang Zhao endured the pain: "Just now, a female cultivator who is good at illusions blew herself up on top of my head. It felt like a moving steel needle had been drilled into my eyes. It was so sore and painful that I couldn't open my eyes."

"It's a bit troublesome to hear you say that. I don't know how to treat you, so I can't treat you."

A breeze blew by, and Yang Zhao felt that there was someone else around him.

"In this case, you first sit down and do your exercises to restore your spiritual power and see if your eyes feel better. I'll be here to guard you."

"Then I'll trouble you, Aoki-senpai."

Yang Zhao sat down cross-legged, took out a pulse-strengthening elixir from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth, and calmly activated the Sanqing Zhengyang Meridian.

The flames were burning in the meridians, and without the nourishment of spiritual power, this practice seemed more painful than other times. In comparison, the soreness in the eyes was a bit unnoticeable.

The noisy sounds from the outside world gradually faded away, and only the fire remained in Yang Zhao's world.

When the exercise was completed, the surroundings were completely silent, with only the sound of the wind blowing through the grass and trees, and not even the tiny chirping of insects.

At this time, Yang Zhao could no longer sit still. She lay exhausted on the ground and gasped for air, letting the mud stain her face covered with sweat.

At this moment, she felt the greasiness all over her body clear away, and the sticky stuff on her body disappeared in an instant.

"Who gave you the elixir? It's so powerful."

It was Master Aoki's voice, and there was dissatisfaction in the voice.

"Isn't this nonsense? You, a young monk in the foundation-building stage, endure the pain and practice, and you are not afraid that your luck will go astray and you will go crazy?"

Yang Zhao tried to open his eyes, but his eyes were still golden.

"Juniors are already used to it. I am a heretic monk. How can I do this without some hardship?"

"Who taught you this? Are there any teachers like this?"

Master Aoki's words were mixed with anger, but his actions were very gentle.

He waved his hand, and a layer of fine grass grew from the ground beneath Yang Zhao's body. These grasses used their frail body to lift her up, preventing Yang Zhao from lying on the hard ground.

Then he summoned a water balloon, took out a handful of tea leaves from his arms, threw it into the water balloon and slowly heated it, and a faint fragrance rose from the water balloon.

The tea leaves spread out in the water ball, and the water ball gradually turned golden yellow. Master Aoki stopped heating, cooled the water ball slightly, and finally controlled the water ball to fly to Yang Zhao's mouth.

"Take a sip."

Yang Zhao took a sip of the warm tea while smelling the fragrance. The faint warmth slid down his esophagus and into his stomach, injecting new vitality into his tired and dehydrated body.

The water ball was not big, so he drank it in just a few mouthfuls. Yang Zhao didn't even let go of the tea leaves inside, chewing and swallowing.

Then, a few fragrant little bugs were stuffed into her mouth by Masato Aoki.

Everyone who came to Yang Zhao ate it. Master Qingmu saw that she still wanted to eat and drink, so he was relieved.

"Hey, you can't act recklessly on the road to cultivation. You are like walking a tightrope. If you lose control and get distracted for a moment during cultivation, you will fall to pieces. Why are you so anxious at such a young age?"

Waiting for the pain in his body to gradually dissipate and the pain in his eyes to gradually show up, Yang Zhao sat up with support and turned his head in the direction of the voice.

"Thank you, Senior Aoki, for taking care of me. I'm very grateful to you."

"Hey, you think I'm nagging you, don't you? You young people don't like to listen to us old people talking."

Master Qingmu observed Yang Zhao's expression and saw the dull look in her eyes, knowing that her eyes were not healed yet.

"I won't talk to you about cultivation anymore. Do your eyes still hurt now?"

Yang Zhao nodded: "It hurts, and I can't see clearly. There are golden lights flashing in front of my eyes."

Moreover, this golden light looked more and more familiar to her. She always felt that it was like incense, but it was different from incense.

Of course, she couldn't discuss this matter with Aoki Master in detail.

"Then let's go. I asked Lord Shunyuan to find a doctor and wait in a nearby city."

A force gently lifted Yang Zhao, and the breeze blew the two of them to the top of a mountain.

There was a flying boat parked here. Master Aoki took Yang Zhao in. A young man saw the two of them and came out.

"Teacher, you are here. Please come this way. We have reserved a separate cabin for you."

"Well, has the doctor I asked for been summoned?"

"Okay, the doctor you asked for is already waiting in the city lord's mansion. He will treat her as soon as he arrives."

"Okay, let's go then!"

The flying boat started, flew lightly into the air, and disappeared.

When they arrived at the place, Master Aoki helped Yang Zhao, who was blind, out of the flying boat. A burst of noise poured into his eardrums, and his nose was filled with the faint smell of fireworks.

This should be when everyone is eating, and it seems to be evening.

Perhaps because she lost her sight, her sense of smell and hearing are now particularly sensitive.

As soon as they got off the boat, someone came to greet them. The voice sounded like a woman wearing armor.

"Senior Aoki, thank you for your hard work. The city lord is still leading the army to hunt down the fugitives. It is really a neglect to be able to welcome senior in person. If there is anything in the city lord's mansion where the reception is not good enough, please tell me directly."

Master Aoki's expression was gentle: "The city manager is doing official business, and there is nothing to neglect. I wonder if the doctor is here."

"Waiting in the guest room."

At this time, the student on the boat said goodbye to Aoki.

"Teacher, I still have official duties to attend to, so I won't stay with you."

Master Aoki waved his hand nonchalantly, "Go ahead, go ahead, pay attention to safety and obey orders."

"Here!"

A small buzzer sounded, accompanied by the sound of wind, and the flying boat disappeared.

The woman in armor asked Masato Aoki politely.

"Senior, let me take you to the guest room."

Yang Zhao couldn't see her along the way, but when she entered the house, she was keenly aware that there were several people in the house.

Master Aoki exchanged greetings with the people in the room, and then placed Yang Zhao on his seat.

"My junior was injured in the eye while chasing a suspect, and he asked Dr. Sun to treat him."

"Senior, you're welcome."

This voice sounds quite young, but in the world of cultivation, age is not determined by appearance, and it is impossible to determine age by voice.

Dr. Sun walked up to Yang Zhao, stretched out his hand to open Yang Zhao's eyelids, looked carefully, and then began to ask Yang Zhao how his eyes felt.
Chapter completed!