This doctor was found by Princess Nanxun from the Medicine Temple.
There are thousands of tribes in the Nine Realms and above, and the Temple of Medicine is also called the Ren tribe.
Within the Ren clan, only doctors are accepted.
In low and medium planes, as long as you can summon spiritual fire and have the talent to refine medicine, you can enter the medicine hall.
But unlike the Ren tribe, the minimum requirement for entering the Medicine Temple is to possess strange fire.
Nanxun looked at Yan Yu cautiously from the corner of her eyes. Her father had told her not to offend the emperor's master.
But today...
Nan Xun pursed her red lips, narrowed her apricot eyes, and said with a smile on her lips, "Master Imperial Master, the one who can gain your trust, Miss Ji, is Gao Yi. This Lord Dongfang comes from the Temple of Medicine.
My lord, there has always been a rule in the Temple of Medicine, and medical skills are improved through mutual discussion."
Having said that, Qingge had to take action in this competition.
Qingge's sharp eyes swept over Nanxun's body. What Nanxun wanted was by no means as simple as a competition.
Sure enough, Nan Xun said again: "Master Chi Yan's injuries are getting more and more serious. If he is not cured, I am afraid that the king will be alarmed. Although Master Imperial recognizes Miss Ji's medical skills, we have to be cautious when it comes to Chi Yan."
.Since Your Excellency Dongfang is here, why not use medicine to make friends? Only the victor can heal Lord Chiyan, how about that?"
Qingge's eyes fell on Dongfang Po.
Compared with the gorgeous clothes of other elves, Dongfang is dressed in ragged common clothes, simple and plain, his appearance is not outstanding, and his facial features are decent, with a nose and eyes.
The benevolent people accept all races, as long as they seek medical treatment wholeheartedly.
Obviously this Dongfang Po is a human being.
The elves are ridiculous. On the one hand, they disdain to associate with humans, but they worship those humans with high positions, such as the Medicine Temple.
After all, the human race that the elves talk about is not human beings, but humans who live a humble life, have an ugly appearance, and live in the same low, middle and high planes as humans. Only these humans with poor strength and poor status are called humans.
Besides, in the realm of immortality, wasn’t the reincarnation master married to the Water Spirit Goddess Yun Shen ten thousand years ago also a human race?
Qing Ge looked at Dongfang Po carefully and already had a plan in mind.
Mother's physical condition requires long-term care, and she cannot stay in Shenyue City forever.
If you have a trustworthy and capable doctor, you will feel relieved.
Dongfang Po stood in the night wind, looking at Qingge. For some reason, he shivered coldly, and a chill ran down his spine.
Why do I feel like I'm being targeted by a venomous snake?
"What do you think?" Yan Yu followed Qingge's advice, that is to say, if Qingge doesn't want to learn from each other, then Nanxun won't be afraid of him.
The elves all thought that Qing Ge would refuse.
Qingge smiled happily, "Since we are competing, it is better to choose a different day than to hit the sun, so let's do it now."
"The other party is a doctor from the Medicine Temple, so it is difficult to deal with him." The goddess said softly.
"It's very difficult." Because of this, she also wanted to see if she had improved in her medical skills after receiving the ancestral manual.
If the old men of the Medicine Sect learned that Qingge was actually sparring with the doctors of the Medicine Temple, they would probably all have heart problems.
That was something they couldn't even imagine, and it was their dream.
It's a pity that the worst doctor in the Medicine Temple must have a strange fire, and he must be a fire type on the strange fire list.
Physicians like miscellaneous fires outside the strange fire list can only visit the gate of the Medicine Temple.
No matter which race or plane, this is the eternal truth.
The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. The weak will eat the strong, and the fittest will survive.
Time is used to eliminate the weak ones who are not strong-willed.
Hearing this, the goddess was suddenly enlightened, immediately relieved, and smiled slightly.
Yes, in this competition, the outcome is not important.
For human doctors, it is an honor to discuss with doctors from the Medicine Temple.
The reason why Nanxun came here was because he wanted his own people to heal Chi Yan, so as to get closer to Lord Chi Yan.
But Nan Xun never imagined that the so-called Miss Ji was not just a doctor, she was Lord Chi Yan's daughter.
So what if Dongfang Po wins the spar, if Master Chi Yan can really be cured, the goddess and Qing Ge will be overjoyed.
Just be afraid, Nan Xun has ulterior motives, under the guise of healing, he actually wants to harm Lord Chi Yan.
"Your Highness Princess, since we want to compete, let's make it clear. If the winner of the competition fails to cure Lord Chiyan, he will cut off his arm." The goddess held a scepter and wore a crown on her head.
Countless eyes were directed at the goddess.
Only singing softly, shaking the exquisite and gorgeous wine glass, smiling in an evil and cold way.
Dongfang Po was stunned. He was just here to discuss, so why was he in danger of losing his arm?
Nanxun frowned.
Immediately, the goddess stood up holding the scepter, walked to Nanxun, looked at Nanxun, and said: "The person who lost his arm is not a doctor, but me and the princess. Lord Chiyan is the auspiciousness of our clan. How can he come out every thousand years?"
Is it childish? If it’s not a broken arm, I’m afraid that someone with ulterior motives and evil intentions will have trouble convincing the public. If something happens, whose fault is it? Can the princess bear this responsibility? "
At this moment, Qingge raised her head and drank the last drop of wine in the glass. She put down the glass and looked at the goddess with a smile.
The cold in Yunbei is not that easy to cure.
She only told the goddess to find some medicinal materials, and the goddess believed her.
The goddess's move was a blow to the bottom of the pot. She was probably worried that Nan Xun was related to the person who hurt Yan Bingtong behind his back.
If Dongfang Po really wins and there is talk of a broken arm, Nan Xun and Dongfang Po will have to heal Yan Bingtong.
The goddess' eyes were sharp and pointed towards the south.
Nan Xun never expected that the goddess would make such a move.
Nanxun gritted his teeth. Obviously, the goddess dared to do this. It was the woman named Ji who had already found a way to treat Lord Chi Yan.
"What the goddess said is true. It concerns Lord Chi Yan. How can I not worry about it? In this case, we will follow what the goddess said."
Nanxun believed that Ji Meili could cure Master Chiyan, not to mention the doctor she specially invited from the Medicine Temple.
Quietly, Qingge and the goddess looked at each other.
It seems that Nan Xun just wanted to win Yan Bingtong's attention, and did not join forces with others to harm Yan Bingtong in private.
Thinking of this, Qingge's eyes softened a little when she looked at Nanxun.
"How do you want to compete?" Qingge asked lazily.
"Can the girl refine the elixir of heaven?" Dongfang Po asked.
Qing Ge raised an eyebrow, confused, "Can you reach heaven in one step after eating it?"
Dongfang Po scratched his head, as if being asked by Qing Ge, "It seems not possible." Having said that, is this the point?!
no!
"You don't even know the elixir of heaven?" Nan Xun smiled, "Do you deserve to be called an alchemist?"
Yan Yu glanced at Nan Xun, who was as silent as a cicada, and his eyes became even more cold and deep.
Among the thousands of clans, the Climbing Heaven Elixir is regarded as a middle-grade famous elixir, which contains rich and pure spiritual energy.
Even the goddess didn't expect that Qingge didn't even know about elixirs...
Jiu Ci coughed dryly.
Only cultivators of nine realms and above need the elixir of ascending to heaven.
Moreover, the elixir of heaven was created and refined by a doctor from the Temple of Medicine three thousand years ago.
The ancestors of the Medicine Sect existed thousands of years ago, so naturally there is no record of the elixirs that came out only after seven thousand years.
What's more, in today's era, what separates the planes is not just a gap, but an insurmountable chasm.
In the realm of the gods, few people practice the original spiritual energy, and the masters of the Medicine Sect don't know how to teach it.
Even though there are records of immortal elixirs in the Medicine Sect's Library, Qingge has never been to the library except for the time in the Ancestral Book.
Qingge looked around at the slightly disdainful gazes and sighed softly. It seemed that in the future, Xiaobaozi should study more, so that he would not be looked down upon by others.
Qingge looked at Nanxun with a lazy expression, and said disapprovingly: "It's not like you can reach the sky in one step, why should I know?"