Carpenters, dolls, spirituality, mythology... Qingge briefly grasped several important points, thinking about the message in Gulong's words.
"This is just a legend. Don't take it too seriously. The bloody words left by Fang Yu may have other meanings."
Gu Long said.
Qingge nodded slightly.
Qingge was still the only one in the Qinzheng Hall.
Since becoming the king, Qingge has thought too much about doing things.
After thinking for a while, he went to look for Xiong Batian and Dongfang Po to find the antidote for the half-demon disease.
The disappearance of Fang Yu caught people off guard, but the most important thing now is the tens of thousands of disciples of the three sects.
Both Xiong Batian and Dongfang Po were helpless. Seeing Dongfang Po's decadence, Xiong Batian was also annoyed and said: "Even Dongfang Doctor can't do anything, so what can I do?"
Fierce courage is one thing, but realistic shock is another.
Both of them were crestfallen.
I watched Qingge again, constantly flipping through history books, my brows were furrowed, and my eyebrows were dark red.
Occasionally when you are confused and have a problem, you will pinch the area between your eyebrows with your long fingers.
She has felt extraordinary difficulties, but she must never give up. Even if she knows it is an impossible thing, she must give it a try in the only time she has.
"Beautiful girl, give up."
Dongfang Po sighed: "It would be great if my master was here, he would definitely have a way.
The three of us alone cannot find a cure."
Qing Ge raised her beautiful eyes from the book and looked at Dongfang Po indifferently: "There is still time, isn't there?"
Dongfang Po and Xiong Ba Tian were stunned.
Does three days really count as time?
Not long after, Snow Girl came over and said softly: "The fact that the three disciples were infected with the half-demon disease caused a sensation among the cultivators in the entire God's Heaven Realm. Because the God Lord personally sent an invitation, the Dark Hall Master, the Huanyue Sect Master, and the Apocalypse King,
King Zhong Lin has already sent word that he will go to Dingbeijiao in person."
Qingge's red lips twitched slightly, but she hesitated to speak, and finally lowered her eyes, flipping through the medical books.
The snow girl stepped forward and suddenly snatched away the medical book from the singer: "Three days, even if a cure is found, it still takes time to find the medicinal materials...not enough, absolutely not enough.
I know it is very difficult for you, but the only solution now is to give up on those people."
Qingge's eyes fell on the medical book, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and lay on the couch.
"I don't know, that would be a wise move..." He said helplessly, with a bitter and self-deprecating smile.
Hearing this, Xue Nu was stunned. Seeing the dark blue in Qing Ge's eyes and the feeling of exhaustion from inside and outside, Xue Nu was speechless for a moment.
Xue Nu gritted her teeth and finally returned the medical book to Qing Ge: "That's fine, just do your best and don't expect a good result."
"Once you try your best, don't you just hope to see good things?"
Qingge's eyes were bright, and Xue Nu felt helpless. How could this girl be as stubborn as a cow?
Qing Ge then flipped through the medical books, while Xue Nu sat aside.
One day passed, Qingge and the three of them all came to no avail.
The three of them kept flipping through medical books, looking for ways to treat illnesses, almost not daring to blink for fear of missing a crucial part.
There are only two days left... Qingge closed the medical book, her eyes dim.
Neither the medical books of Ye Shen Palace nor the ancestral manuals of the Medicine Sect mentioned the half-demon disease or the Thousand Poison Plague.
The research on these two types of diseases has been almost brushed off. They are all vague and indifferent and have no practical effect at all.
This means that they cannot learn from the experience of their predecessors or find cures from their predecessors' experience.
The three of them, Qingge, have each made great achievements in refining medicine, but none of them have studied the half-demon disease.
Ordinary alchemists would not touch it.
Most of the time, the prerequisite for research is understanding, and the process of understanding requires contact with the source of the disease, so as to find the root cause and then prescribe the right medicine.
However, the Thousand Poison Plague and the Half-demon Disease are too terrifying. Doctors are also human beings and are afraid of death. However, there are only a few doctors with unique spirit and courage who dare to study and are not afraid of sacrifice.
"We have never even been exposed to the half-demon disease, so how can we prescribe the right medicine?
There are only two days left, and even if we find a source of the disease, the time is not enough."
Dongfang Po said with a frown.
If he and Xiong Batian hadn't seen Qing Ge still persisting, they would have given up long ago.
Qingge rubbed her swollen and painful eyes, her head hurt terribly, and she suddenly pinched her eyebrows.
"Master..." Xiong Batian sighed: "Didn't you once say that if you work in the wrong direction, all your efforts will be in vain."
"That's what the bystander said."
Qingge said coldly.
She watched from one side and saw the whole story from God's perspective, so she could naturally keep her head clear.
The so-called fanaticism of the authorities is more about people who know that they have made a wrong step, but still refuse to give up and refuse to look back.
Qingge has never been an absolutely sane person. Even if he has a clear mind, he does not have a cold-blooded heart.
Perhaps, she wins here and loses here, but even if she loses completely, she has no regrets.
After two lifetimes, he is no longer a child who can act willfully, so when he is impulsive, he will consider whether he can bear the cost.
Xiong Batian blinked, a little uneasy, and looked at Qing Ge cautiously.
My daughter-in-law and my master are each more fierce than the other. Life is really difficult.
Gulu, gulu... Everyone in the room subconsciously looked at Dongfang Po's lower abdomen.
Dongfang Po rubbed his withered belly and laughed a few times, quite embarrassed.
"Stop reading medical books, don't be in a hurry, you still have two days, let's eat something."
Only then did Qing Ge remember the matter of the grains, got up and walked out, taking the two fools to the kitchen.
Ye Jingfeng had always had warm dishes, so he was waiting for Qingge and the others to come out and eat them while they were hot.
Qing Ge tasted it, and it was really delicious. She couldn't help but think that Ye Jingfeng's good cooking skills must have been inherited from her grandfather.
Thinking of grandpa, Qing Ge dispelled his decadence and became energetic, as if he could fight another three hundred rounds.
That's right, after the three sect matters are over, I can take my parents and brother back to the Four-Star Continent to meet my grandpa and grandma.
Probably, this is the softest part of her heart. No matter how hard and tired she is, eating her father's food and thinking about her grandpa far away can still keep her fighting spirit high and win the battle.
Qingge ate and drank enough, and took out a medical book to read and write down her thoughts.
There is wind in the courtyard, the light is bright, and the fragrance is diffused, so I no longer feel overwhelmed.
Qingge and others sat around the stone chairs, and soon after, Qiannanzhou Wasteland sent people to Ye Shen Palace.
The reporter was wearing iron-black and cold armor. He knelt on one knee and straightened his back: "Reporting to the East Emperor, the seniors of the three sects are fighting each other to death. General Liu really has no way to bring them here. Please let the East Emperor make a decision."
Qingge's eyes flashed slightly: "Go back and tell General Liu that I have my own solution for this matter."
"Yes, I am resigning!"
Soldiers stay away.
Qing Ge put the medical book and pages on the stone table and looked at Xue Nu: "Aluo, I'm begging you."
"Don't worry, leave this matter to me."
The snow girl understood.
After the snow girl left, Qingge's heart sank slightly.
The courtyard door was opened, and Jiuci and several killers came over with a slightly deformed living body that could not be distinguished as a human or a beast.
"This is a half-demon found within our ability, and it is infected with the half-demon disease."
Jiuci said: "I have given him a detoxification medicine, so he will not be infected for the time being."
Reading too much information in medical books is ultimately not as good as practicing.
Qingge believes that only by seeing real patients with half-demon disease can we find the root cause and prescribe the right medicine.
Even if it's difficult, at least it's a good start.
Dongfang Po, Xiong Batian immediately stood up and walked towards the half-demon.
"Brother is really efficient in his work."
Qing Ge laughed.
Jiu Ci brushed his hair from his forehead and winked at Qing Ge.
In the following time, Qing Ge and the other three began to study and practice around the half-demon.
However, two days was too little... After actual practice, the three found that this was more difficult than theory.
Although the theory is all on paper, at least it can be discussed, but in practice it is impossible to start! The next day, it was dawn.
The three doctors, including Qing Ge, had not slept a wink for almost two days and two nights.
No matter how hard I try, I still can't find a solution.
Qingge's face turned pale, she stopped looking at the half-demon and sat down.
The wind was strong enough and the paper blew away from the table, landing right in front of a pair of soft boots.
The young man is wearing a green shirt, looks noble, and has innocent and harmless eyes.
He knelt down and picked up the paper on the ground. There were strong characters on it, written by Qingge, recording the experience of the half-demon's disease.
A pair of clear and pure eyes looked carefully at the black words on the white paper.
"Nu Qi, why are you here?"
Liu Yan'er came over and took the paper from Nu Qi's hand.
Nu Qi touched her stomach and said innocently: "I'm hungry."
Liu Yan'er was stunned for a moment, then stopped laughing.
Nu Qi has always had a big appetite, but now she has learned to be picky about food. She will not eat food cooked by Lord Ye Sword.
Nu Qi is not young and has lost his memory, but he has no money and only cares about food. Ye Jingfeng and his wife like this child.
I heard that Nu Qi was hungry and suffered so much that he loved to eat so much, which made me feel even more distressed.
As soon as Nu Qi arrived, he walked directly towards Ye Jingfeng without saying a word. He looked at Ye Jingfeng aggrievedly and frowned in annoyance.
"Are you hungry?
What do you want to do today?"
Yan Bingtong asked funnyly.
Nu Qi blinked: "Eat chicken."
"good."
Yan Bingtong turned to look at Ye Jingfeng: "I'll make delicious chicken for Ah Qi today."
Ye Jingfeng nodded: "Ge'er and the others are also tired. It's time to make something delicious to replenish their bodies."
After that, the couple went to the kitchen together.
Qing Ge, Dongfang Po and Xiong Ba Tian observed the half-demon while discussing.
Nu Qi walked toward the half-demon, but Liu Yan'er stopped her: "Don't go there."
The half-demon is sick, and she is just a slave and a playful child.
Nu Qi looked at the half-demon, then at Liu Yan'er, and stood still, silent for a long time.
Qingge sat back on the stone chair, shook her head, and took out her third uncle's Luojia wine.
"Nine Realms Luojia Wine, if you like wine, you can try it."
Qingge took a sip.
After taking a sip of wine, the irritability was slightly reduced.
Nu Qi looked at the wine in Qingsing's bottle eagerly and swallowed a few times.
Qingge shook the wine, the liquid was slightly rippling, and asked softly: "Want to drink?"
Nu Qi nodded obediently: "Is it okay?"
Qing Ge poured a glass of wine and handed it to Nu Qi. Nu Qi happily came over, took the glass and drank it in one gulp.
Suddenly, Nu Qi's face turned red, even her eyes were slightly red, and then with a plop, Nu Qi fell to the ground.
Qingge: "..." The young man doesn't drink well.
The waiters from Ye Shen Palace came, lifted Nu Qi up, and wanted to take him away.
When passing by the half-demon who was bound by iron chains, Nu Qi's hand suddenly grabbed the half-demon's claw.
Nu Qi's drooped head, her broken hair hanging down, and her eyes slowly opened.
It's not as bright, agile and crystal clear as before, but it has a slightly evil and sycophantic air.
Qing Ge noticed something strange and looked at Nu Qi, slightly surprised.
"You are sick and need to be treated..." Nu Qi said.
It was still the same voice as before, but for some reason, it gave people a creepy feeling.
Qingge frowned and looked at him in confusion like everyone else.
I saw Nu Qi walking towards Qingge, stopping in front of the stone table, holding up the Langhao pen with familiarity, and writing down the names of many medicinal materials on the white paper.
Nu Qi's calligraphy is very beautiful, and it stands out on the paper, not like a calligraphy, but more like a painting.
When Qingge saw one medicinal ingredient after another, she suddenly became excited and stood up suddenly, her hands trembling.