Murong Feixue had already passed the most nervous stage in her busy life. She took out some medicines that she had collected for many years from her tail and placed them in rows in front of Shennong: "Shen Nong, see if these are useful.
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Seeing row after row of medicine bottles appearing in front of him, Shennong stretched out his hand to stop Murong Feixue: "Feixue, please stop being busy. The life-saving medicines you have here are all sacred medicines of the demon clan. Mo Zishang is a human, even if he needs to use them
I also want to remove the demonic part of the medicine first, but with his current condition, he won’t be able to do it for me.”
Shennong's words made Murong Feixue calm down a little, and Murong Feixue asked: "What's next?"
"The next step is up to you." Shennong looked at the big wooden barrel that Murong Feixue had prepared: "You have heated them all. In the next six hours, I will put Mo Zishang in this wooden barrel.
At the same time, I will keep giving you medicine to replenish your spiritual power. You have to keep the temperature of the water in the barrel constant. Fuxi can't do this. His way of practicing Taoism is too overbearing. Only your spiritual power that combines demon power and immortal power can do it.
Why, Feixue, think clearly."
This is a very difficult thing. It requires Murong Feixue to control the spiritual power to a terrifying and astonishing degree of accuracy. One point more or one point less may cause the water temperature to fluctuate. What consequences will be determined by whoever
I can't explain clearly. What Shennong did was tantamount to putting Mo Zishang's life in the hands of Murong Feixue.
"How is it, Feixue, do you have confidence?" Shennong asked.
Murong Feixue looked at Mo Zishang's sleepy face and nodded firmly: "I do."
"Okay, then I'll test the temperature. When I say it's OK, you can feel it and use your spiritual power according to this temperature." Shennong instructed.
"good."
Murong Feixue called on the spiritual power in her Dantian and began to transfer the spiritual power into the wooden basin. After a while, Shennong said: "Okay, this is the temperature."
Feeling the amount of spiritual power that had just been transferred, Murong Feixue concentrated on transferring the spiritual power into the wooden barrel according to this concentration of spiritual power. Shennong carefully picked up Mo Zishang who was unconscious on the bed, and gently placed him on the wooden barrel.
In the barrel, Mo Zishang frowned as soon as he came into contact with the dark medicinal bath in the barrel, but soon, he was biting his lower lip tightly in a coma, as if he was experiencing great pain.
Shennong was afraid that Mo Zishang's reaction would distract Murong Feixue, so he explained: "This is to rebuild the meridians in his body. The pain is inevitable, but after that, all the impurities in his body will be eliminated, which will also be of great benefit to his cultivation."
Advance."
Murong Feixue nodded, but did not say a word. He clenched his teeth and manipulated the flow of spiritual power from his fingertips. Judging from Murong Feixue's expression and the spiritual power he felt, he kept giving precious elixirs to Murong as if they were free of charge.
Feixue's mouth fell.
This process was not only painful for Mo Zishang, Murong Feixue almost regarded himself as a transfer station for the spiritual power and the wooden barrel in the elixir, constantly emptying out the spiritual power and replenishing it. There was spiritual power running in the meridians at any time, it was simply
It's like being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts!
While the rescue work inside the house was proceeding against time, Fuxi was protecting the Dharma outside the house and met an unexpected person!
"Obasan? Why is it you?!" Fuxi looked at the person in front of him in surprise.
Obasan said with a smile: "Why isn't it me? Emperor Fuxi is so good at pretending, I didn't even notice it." Murong Feixue had already passed the most nervous stage in her busy life. She took it from her tail
He took out some medicines that had been collected for many years and placed them in rows in front of Shen Nong: "Shen Nong, do you see if these are useful?"
Seeing row after row of medicine bottles appearing in front of him, Shennong stretched out his hand to stop Murong Feixue: "Feixue, please stop being busy. The life-saving medicines you have here are all sacred medicines of the demon clan. Mo Zishang is a human, even if he needs to use them
I also want to remove the demonic part of the medicine first, but with his current condition, he won’t be able to do it for me.”
Shennong's words made Murong Feixue calm down a little, and Murong Feixue asked: "What's next?"
"The next step is up to you." Shennong looked at the big wooden barrel that Murong Feixue had prepared: "You have heated them all. In the next six hours, I will put Mo Zishang in this wooden barrel.
At the same time, I will keep giving you medicine to replenish your spiritual power. You have to keep the temperature of the water in the barrel constant. Fuxi can't do this. His way of practicing Taoism is too overbearing. Only your spiritual power that combines demon power and immortal power can do it.
Why, Feixue, think clearly."
This is a very difficult thing. It requires Murong Feixue to control the spiritual power to a terrifying and astonishing degree of accuracy. One point more or one point less may cause the water temperature to fluctuate. What consequences will be determined by whoever
I can't explain clearly. What Shennong did was tantamount to putting Mo Zishang's life in the hands of Murong Feixue.
"How is it, Feixue, do you have confidence?" Shennong asked.
Murong Feixue looked at Mo Zishang's sleepy face and nodded firmly: "I do."
"Okay, then I'll test the temperature. When I say it's OK, you can feel it and use your spiritual power according to this temperature." Shennong instructed.
"good."
Murong Feixue called on the spiritual power in her Dantian and began to transfer the spiritual power into the wooden basin. After a while, Shennong said: "Okay, this is the temperature."
Feeling the amount of spiritual power that had just been transferred, Murong Feixue concentrated on transferring the spiritual power into the wooden barrel according to this concentration of spiritual power. Shennong carefully picked up Mo Zishang who was unconscious on the bed, and gently placed him on the wooden barrel.
In the barrel, Mo Zishang frowned as soon as he came into contact with the dark medicinal bath in the barrel, but soon, he was biting his lower lip tightly in a coma, as if he was experiencing great pain.
Shennong was afraid that Mo Zishang's reaction would distract Murong Feixue, so he explained: "This is to rebuild the meridians in his body. The pain is inevitable, but after that, all the impurities in his body will be eliminated, which will also be of great benefit to his cultivation."
Advance."
Murong Feixue nodded, but did not say a word. He clenched his teeth and manipulated the flow of spiritual power from his fingertips. Judging from Murong Feixue's expression and the spiritual power he felt, he kept giving precious elixirs to Murong as if they were free of charge.
Feixue's mouth fell.
This process was not only painful for Mo Zishang, Murong Feixue almost regarded himself as a transfer station for the spiritual power and the wooden barrel in the elixir, constantly emptying out the spiritual power and replenishing it. There was spiritual power running in the meridians at any time, it was simply
It's like being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts!
While the rescue work inside the house was proceeding against time, Fuxi was protecting the Dharma outside the house and met an unexpected person!
"Obasan? Why is it you?!" Fuxi looked at the person in front of him in surprise.
Obasan said with a smile: "Why isn't it me? Emperor Fuxi is so good at pretending, I didn't even notice it."
