After the last mouthful of the bitter medicine entered Ye Xiaochuan's mouth, Yuan Xiaolou immediately picked up a bowl of water and rinsed his mouth, but his mouth was still very bitter and there was a fishy smell, making him want to vomit.
The old storyteller was considerate and had already prepared some sugar water and handed it over.
After Yuan Xiaolou drank the sugar water, he felt that the bitter taste in his mouth was relieved.
She said: "Grandpa, why is this medicine so bitter?"
The old storyteller said: "He suffered internal injuries. The medicine contains the gallbladder of the seven-step snake. Is it not painful? If you keep at it, I estimate that this kid will wake up in the next few days. Then you won't need to give it by mouth every day."
He’s been given medicine!”
Suddenly, Yuan Xiaolou thought of Ye Xiaochuan.
He had to use sugar water to suppress it, wouldn't it be more painful for Ye Xiaochuan?
Now that he is in a coma, he has really complied with those words and is miserable!
Yuan Xiaolou made another bowl of sugar water, this time with more sugar. He drank it in his mouth without swallowing it, but leaned over and poured it into Ye Xiaochuan's mouth little by little.
She didn't care about the kiss from her yellow-flowered daughter, she just wanted to make Ye Xiaochuan feel better in his coma.
The old storyteller tried to stop him, but in the end he smiled bitterly and shook his head.
It seems that feeding Ye Xiaochuan sugar water will leave some hidden dangers.
Finished half a bowl of sugar water.
No, it was probably after half a bowl of sugar water was finished that Yuan Xiaolou opened Ye Xiaochuan's mouth again and put in two crystal candies, and then he became happy.
The old storyteller said from the side: "Xiaolou, you are also injured. You have been busy for a long time. Please rest quickly."
Having said that, Yuan Xiaolou really felt tired, so he sat cross-legged next to Ye Xiaochuan, slowly doing exercises to heal his injuries.
Big Head sent a message: "Little old man, why didn't you stop that little girl just now?"
The old storyteller knew that the mental power of the big head had already entered the sea of his soul and could communicate with his spirit.
In order to avoid disturbing Yuan Xiaolou, he said in his heart: "She is doing good things, how can I stop her?"
The big head grinned and said: "There will be a good show tomorrow!"
The old storyteller glared at it and said: "Your thoughts are as vulgar as your name. Big head, who gave you this name."
Big Head said: "I didn't like the one lying down before, but then I got used to it after listening to it. Let's not talk about this, little old man, Ye Xiaochuan's dantian is broken, do you think he can still be saved?"
The old storyteller's expression suddenly changed.
It seems that he has transformed from a cynical old man into an upright old god.
He said slowly in his heart: "It was precisely because the Dantian was broken that we were able to save him."
The big head said: "I don't understand. What do you mean? Please explain it clearly." The old storyteller glanced at Minogawa not far away and said: "You know better than me what happened at Samsara Peak on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.
Looking at me next to me, I only heard about it in the past few days. At that time, Ye Xiaochuan was already possessed by the devil because of the death of Fairy Liuyun.
, the murderous intention emanating from the heart and soul activated Changsheng Jue. Although Changsheng Jue had already completed the blood contract with him, this object was the most dangerous thing in the three realms, and the evil spirit contained in it was unparalleled. Even at that time, Ye
Xiaochuan was not stopped by Yu Jizi and broke out of the Samsara Sword Formation. He would also be killed by Chang Shengjue.
If the evil spirit backfires and becomes possessed, it is very likely that you will slowly lose your mind and become a big demon who kills the world.
Yu Jizi smashed Ye Xiaochuan's Dantian with one palm and interrupted his eight extraordinary meridians. It seemed that Ye Xiaochuan was seriously injured, but in fact the result was exactly the opposite. That palm saved Ye Xiaochuan.
The Dantian was shattered and the meridians were severed, so the evil energy entering the body could not enter the Dantian, let alone the heart and soul. This brought Ye Xiaochuan, who was about to become possessed, back from the cliff."
Big Head said: "Old man, I understand what you mean. But you don't seem to understand what I mean. I am asking you, if Ye Xiaochuan's dantian is broken, can you save it, and can you restore your previous cultivation level?"
The old storyteller shrugged and said: "We can definitely save him. He has five-colored sacred stones protecting his body, so it is difficult for him to die. But I don't know whether he can recover his cultivation. But as far as I know, the Dantian
The cultivator who was shattered into pieces is still
No one can recover their cultivation."
Big Head said depressedly: "That's a shame. It seems like this kid has really become a cripple. Anyway, when his injury recovers, I will take him back to southern Xinjiang and let him give me every day for the next few decades.
Just cook and spend the rest of your life."
The old storyteller said: "You are really thoughtful."
Big Head said: "After all, we are all friends with him. If I don't protect him, who will?"
The old storyteller said: "I'm just saying that I have never heard of a cultivator recovering his cultivation after his Dantian was shattered. Maybe there is a way."
Big Head said: "Is there any way? I have lived for countless years, and I have not wandered into the memory of any big shot in the Three Realms? I have never seen a method to restore Dantian in the memory of any big shot."
The old storyteller smiled mysteriously and said: "Just because they don't know, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Ye Xiaochuan is the savior appointed by the Wood God. Do you think the Wood God will choose the wrong person?"
The big head blinked his eyes a few times and said: "You even know the art of reviving souls. I knew that this old man like you must know how to restore the Dantian!"
The old storyteller said: "I know a thing or two about the art of resurrecting the soul, but I really don't know how to restore the Dantian. It's getting late, go to bed, we have to travel tomorrow! Come here, my idiot, and use it as a pillow for me!"
Big Head looked at the old storyteller who was sleeping with his rice pail in his arms. He always felt that there was something in the old man's words, but he searched his memory many times and found nothing wrong.
It was already late at night, and Big Brain gave up exploring the memory of this mysterious old man, and came to Ye Xiaochuan's side, preparing to lie on Ye Xiaochuan's body to sleep.
Suddenly, it seemed to have thought of something, and ran up to Yuan Xiaolou again with its four short legs.
Yuan Xiaolou, who was meditating cross-legged, opened his eyes and found that his big head was lying on his legs.
Big Head sent a message: "Would you mind if I borrow a place to sleep?"
Yuan Xiaolou said: "Why don't you go sleep on Master Ye?"
Big Head said: "I have to ask you, who asked you to fill him with so much sugar water tonight?"
Yuan Xiaolou was puzzled and said: "What did you say?"
Big Head said: "Forget it if you don't understand. You will know tomorrow. You practice your skills and I will sleep in mine. I won't disturb you. Good night!"
The big head actually opened his mouth, yawned, and then curled up and fell asleep between Yuan Xiaolou's knees.
Yuan Xiaolou was a little confused and couldn't figure out what Big Head said just now. He looked at Ye Xiaochuan who was in a coma and didn't think there was anything wrong, so he continued to meditate and practice to recover from his injuries.