Outside the Jiuchi Taoist Temple, Li Jiao's voice sounded rather resentful.
This made Zhang Xuezhou purse his lips, not knowing how to explain it for a moment.
It was time for him to get up, so he was definitely not in a dream.
The painful wails of the two generals Zhao Mu and Zhou Cang had no effect on him, and no matter how miserable they screamed, it had no effect on him at all.
Zhang Xuezhou was too lazy to explain the problem of getting up, and he couldn't explain it clearly to Li Jiao.
"Would you like porridge?"
Zhang Xuezhou rubbed his hands.
The number of people in Jiuchi Taoist Temple has increased, and the food stored in the Taoist temple is not sufficient.
But Zhang Xuezhou has no plans to stay at Jiuchi Taoist Temple for a long time. If Zhang Zhong and Rong go up the mountain tomorrow, he should leave this Taoist temple tomorrow.
At this time, he was also working hard and eating as much as he could.
He would also drag Li Jiao and others into the water, constantly invite everyone to eat and drink, and share the corresponding responsibilities evenly.
If Chu Bugui came back, he most likely wouldn't be able to get angry at so many people.
Zhang Xuezhou thought about the character of Kao Bugui who was intimidated by the title of Shiyin Saint Son and was forced to obey his orders. He knew in his heart that it was hard to say whether Kao Bugui was bullying others, but he was afraid that force would be inevitable.
It just so happens that Feiyu Army has a very strong reputation.
He thought clearly, put the millet into the big pot with very neat hands and feet, and sprinkled a large amount of dried meat into it. He added a handful of dry firewood to the earthen stove, and red flames suddenly bloomed.
"Do you have anything else here besides porridge?" Li Jiao asked: "I mean, does your master have any secret hiding place, or did he leave two pills behind?"
Watching the two powerful generals transform from strong men to emaciated people suffering from tuberculosis overnight, this loss of life made Li Jiao extremely uncomfortable.
At this time, Li Jiao no longer expected to directly obtain antidote pills. He only hoped to find two ordinary healing pills, which could stabilize the poisonous injuries for a while.
"It should only be porridge, should you drink porridge?"
He looked at Zhang Xuezhou with hope, but Zhang Xuezhou's response made Li Jiao's heart drop.
Zhang Xuezhou did not prohibit Li Jiao from looking around. The Taoist temple was so big, and Li Jiao had already looked through the Taoist temple inside and out.
He wondered if there was any secret place to place heavy objects, but Zhang Xuezhou's response confirmed that this was indeed an empty Taoist temple with nothing of value.
"If you don't drink porridge, don't drink porridge. I don't want to drink porridge!"
In the main hall of the Taoist temple, Zhao Mu lowered his head, his dark face full of displeasure with the porridge.
Beside him, the meat porridge he had swallowed earlier was spat out on the floor, and even the meat porridge had a somewhat black stench.
There was Zhou Cang beside him, his expression was extremely uncomfortable, but he nodded.
Zhang Xuezhou's fake identity is very influential. The students who pretend to be false can have low strength, but at least they are proficient in medical science, and they must listen to the doctor's words.
Even if they vomit or vomit after eating, they still have to stuff food into their stomachs.
During this night, they ate the most meat porridge they had eaten continuously in their lives, and also vomited the most meat porridge in their lives.
Of course, the golden toad poison has not been eliminated.
Perhaps because they hesitated too much, their condition was showing signs of becoming more serious at this time.
Zhou Cang felt that the only benefit of drinking more meat porridge was to make them feel full so that they would not be hungry before leaving.
But you still have to listen to what students say.
just in case……
Many conflicts are not worth a 'just in case'.
Hope is slim, but compared to inevitable death, it is better to struggle before death than not to struggle at all.
He ordered a portion of porridge, and when Zhang Xuezhou finished cooking it and handed it to him, he just poured it into his mouth regardless of how hot the porridge was.
"I'll drink too!"
Zhao Mu looked at Zhou Cang, his tired eyes trembled slightly, and then asked for a copy.
"As long as you want to drink it, we have enough porridge here!"
After Zhang Xuezhou delivered the porridge, he very enthusiastically started to drag others into the water, urging everyone to eat and drink together.
He gulped down the meat porridge and thought it was great to have this group of people.
When he leaves tomorrow, someone will take the blame for many things here, and it will be difficult to investigate him.
Moreover, Zhang Xuezhou and Hao Bugui only met their eyes through the crack of the door. From now on, they will inevitably walk halfway down the road, and they will pass each other without knowing each other.
Zhang Xuezhou took a deep breath and felt the seedlings growing stronger and stronger in his body. He felt that the demonic energy in his body was getting weaker and weaker.
The poisonous python meat helped him rush into the country, but its power has been exhausted. It is even constantly being extracted by the seedlings turned into white seeds, and the remaining traces are almost disappearing.
Zhang Xuezhou didn’t care what he would do after entering the country.
Although he doesn't know anything, Zhang Xuezhou is extremely confident.
Compared to his current state in Zhangjiazhuang, he is now a big shot who has entered the country, and has the source of magic power within his body.
This is completely different from the past.
And he no longer has to be afraid of ordinary mosquitoes, rats, and ants, as the breath emanating from his body can drive away these little things.
"vomit!"
Zhou Cang's repeated vomiting interrupted Zhang Xuezhou's train of thought.
A mouthful of black blood spurted out along with the meat porridge, and the smell of corruption suddenly filled the main hall of the Taoist temple. Zhou Cang's expression showed a rapid and visible decline. His body turned blue, and the countless capillaries in his chest quickly turned golden when exhaled.
It quickly turns gray again.
"See you in the next life!"
Zhou Cang's eyes widened and gradually became dull. He murmured and lowered his head.
But within just a few seconds, his head was grabbed again.
A soft blue mana turned into rain and poured into his body, forcing his body to stand up.
Zhou Cang felt as if his dilapidated body had been injected with chicken blood, and he instantly gained a little more strength.
"Sir, there is no need to waste mana on us!"
He looked back at Li Jiao, who was silently performing the technique behind him, and knew clearly that this state was only for a short period of time.
Water from afar could not quench his thirst, and Li Jiao's Taiqing Zhenshu could not save his life.
Flooding him with water can make him strong for a while, but without Tai Qing Zhen, his body will deteriorate again, eventually returning to its current appearance, and then die in pain.
Rather than delaying and dying one after another, Zhou Cang felt that if the treatment could not be successful, dying quickly would not be a blessing.
When he was in a daze, he heard a small rustling voice asking next to Li Jiao.
"It's amazing. This technique is really good. Is it a side story?"
The rules of martial arts are extremely strict. Each sect has corresponding rules and will not spread them wantonly.
Even though Taiqing Zhenshu is a high-level technique announced by the Northern Military Region, as long as you have sufficient military merit, you can practice it. This is not something that can be easily passed on to others.
Risky rumors will inevitably be dealt with by military law.
Zhang Xuezhou's request to learn about a skill was obviously very rash. This was not something a normal person could ask.
If you want to make a comparison, this is probably similar to Zhang Xuezhou's expression to rich people in real life, "Your family's money is really good, can I use it?"
"As long as you can find a way to save Zhao Mu and Zhou Cang, there's no harm in teaching you the Taiqingzhen Technique!"
Li Jiao responded lightly.
His response made Zhou Cang anxious, but only for a short moment, Zhou Cang became quiet again.
The student Fu Bugui seemed to have a cure, and he and Li Jiao had further discussions. This chapter has been completed!