Chapter 12 Health protection practices, alchemy and cure
As long as there is a well, it is enough to wipe yourself down.
Before, it was just because everyone was crowded together and living in panic, so naturally there was no thought in this regard.
After taking a bath, Jiang Zhiyu sat cross-legged on the bed in an elegant manner.
Her hair was a little wet, and there were a few drops of water hanging on her collarbone and shoulders.
When you get closer, you can still smell the girl's unique fragrance...
"Is that so?" Jiang Zhiyu stuck out his tongue playfully.
Jiang Wuji adjusted his sister's posture to sit cross-legged with his hands, and told her how to breathe in and out.
Of course, there is still a little difference between what Jiang Wuji teaches and what the village chief teaches.
This difference is the "final version" that was out of control at that time.
After all, the little-footed female corpse wants to suck its own essence, so a better cultivation method will naturally bring more essence.
After training his sister, Jiang Wuji sat down cross-legged and began to vomit.
But the strange thing is that after trying for a long time, I still can't feel the same energy flow as last night.
Is it possible...that breathing can really only be done at night?
With some doubts, Jiang Wuji continued to talk, and the room became completely quiet.
It was getting late, and the people guarding the courtyard brought steaming white porridge. After becoming the village chief's founding disciples, the brother and sister no longer had to worry about food.
As for the yard dogs and the others, they still drink rice soup.
Jiang Wuji took the porridge and asked, "Isn't it usually Gong Shan who delivers the porridge? Why is it you who deliver it today?"
"Back to the Taoist Master, Mr. Gong was called to the ancestral hall by the village chief at noon, and he hasn't come back yet, so..." the man said.
"Were you called to the ancestral hall?" Jiang Wuji frowned.
"yes."
"Do you know what the village chief wants from him?"
"I don't know about that, hehe..." The man shook his head.
"Okay, I understand, you can go back."
"yes."
After returning to the house with the white porridge and finishing the porridge with his sister, Jiang Wuji asked for the red hijab back.
He needed to use the red hijab to verify something, and this thing was not suitable for Xiaoyu.
Jiang Zhiyu pursed his lips and asked, "Brother, where did this red hijab come from?"
"..., I don't know how to explain it." Jiang Wuji was a little helpless. After all, his sister had forgotten what happened at the entrance of the village, so no matter what he said, it would not work.
"Oh." The girl stood on tiptoes, looking well-behaved.
"I'm going out in the evening. You should go to bed early. By the way, breathing in the afternoon is just for practice. Breathing in the evening will be effective." Jiang Wuji said.
"Huh? Isn't it? When I vomited in the afternoon, I felt very comfortable!" Jiang Zhiyu said.
Jiang Wuji was stunned: "Comfortable? Be specific."
Jiang Zhiyu pursed his lips and made two small dimples: "It's just...it's very comfortable."
"To be specific...it feels like something is flowing into my body, it's warm!"
After hearing this, Jiang Wuji couldn't help but frown.
When I activated Qi Liu last night, I felt cold, but Xiaoyu felt hot in the afternoon.
why is that?
I was also vomiting in the afternoon, why didn’t I feel anything?
Did Xiaoyu have an illusion, or did she really activate a different Qi current from her own?
After a while, Jiang Wuji asked seriously: "Is it really comfortable?"
Jiang Zhiyu: “It’s really comfortable.”
"Where did it flow in?"
"This, I can't explain clearly."
"Is there any discomfort?"
"No, should there be?"
"..."
Jiang Wuji reached out and touched Xiaoyu's head and said, "I'm not sure yet, but if you feel something is wrong, you must stop vomiting and tell me in time."
"Okay~" The girl stuck out her tongue and agreed.
The sky is getting late, the moon is setting and the stars are sinking.
Before going out, Jiang Wuji also took the blood-coagulating pill under his pillow.
This elixir looks weird. If you put it in the house and a small fish accidentally eats it, who knows what will happen.
After leaving the inner room, Jiang Wuji glanced at the dog boy curled up in the corner of the courtyard.
Although Gou Wa is not dead, he is even more depressed than before after losing Gong Shan's care.
Firstly, it was because he had harmed others that night, and secondly, it was also because he had become the village chief's disciple.
Now, everyone scorns Gou Wa and even deliberately bullies and makes things difficult for him.
For example, his rice soup was snatched away by others at night.
And this gap is only a day or two, which is really embarrassing.
Although we are all pitiful people, for Gou Wa, I can only say that the retribution in this world was unexpected...
Jiang Wuji ignored them and went straight outside the hospital.
The two men guarding the courtyard quickly bowed.
"Little Taoist Master."
"Little Taoist Master."
Jiang Wuji glanced at the wounds on one of them, and then asked: "There is something I want to ask you."
"consult?"
"No, no, no, the little Taoist's words are simply embarrassing us."
"Young Taoist Master, just ask if you have anything, and we will tell you everything you know!"
Jiang Wuji nodded and said, "My master, why does he always tear his skin off?"
Although he has a complete memory, the details of some things are vague.
"Little Taoist Master, look at the top of my head." The shorter man pointed to his head. There was not a single hair on it, but there were also patches of bloody scabs. It looked disgusting, even more so than Gong Shan's face.
The abscess is no better.
"And he's always coughing up blood!"
"The village chief said that we are all affected by the plague, but as long as we can survive the first three days, we will be fine."
"It's just that the body will change like this, hey..."
The dwarf sighed and continued: "In fact, everyone has been affected by the plague to a greater or lesser extent. Those who did not survive it and died can only be said to have a bad fate..."
"But the village chief said that as long as the god of plague is sent away, he will start refining elixirs, and all our strange diseases can be cured!"
"I just heard from Boss Gong that the village chief has been blaming himself for the sacrifice, and his body and bones are getting worse day by day. Alas..."
"If you ask me, you can't blame the village chief for this living sacrifice. He only started the sacrifice after getting everyone's consent."
"Yes, yes, it's the plague that's to blame. Without the village chief, we would have died long ago."
After listening to Chaozi's words, Jiang Wuji finally understood.
Protect life and kill evil spirits, practice magic to send away plague gods, make elixirs to cure strange diseases...
If there was no village chief, the people in this village might really be dead.
So a living sacrifice is really needed to send away the god of plague.
This world is so twisted...
"Okay, I'll go to the ancestral hall so you can take a look at the courtyard."
"Yes, yes, little Taoist, walk slowly..."
…
Covered in the eerie moonlight, we headed towards the ancestral hall.
But before reaching the ancestral hall, Jiang Wuji first saw the red ancestral hall courtyard reflected in the firelight.
