Chapter 38: Medicine Sage Li Shizhen is the teacher
The battle between the two martial sects was so dark that the sun and the moon lost all light. The heavy snow in the sky was wrapped in huge force, like a silver dragon dancing in terror. The ground without the blessing of the formation was covered with more than a hundred feet of knife marks.
People in the warrior realm can't even see clearly the figures of two people fighting. They can only sense the murderous intent and the exploding true energy.
Jiang Yao was horrified when he saw it. Wu Zong's sword might not be able to stop the USS Ford aircraft carrier of the Chou Kingdom. Just such a martial artist could destroy the entire Chou Kingdom naval fleet.
And with their terrifying speed, powerful protective armor, and powerful spiritual senses, trying to hit them with missiles is nothing short of a dream.
The power of the nuclear bomb alone was enough to kill Wu Zong, but it would be very difficult to hit him.
At this time, the top combat forces of the two armies were still fighting fiercely, while the two armies, dominated by samurai, were completely in a one-sided situation.
The remaining Qing army was surrounded and killed by the Meng army, with no chance of escape.
However, because they all wore armor, the entire army was not wiped out in a short while.
boom!
The general of the Qing Army was so anxious that he was distracted. Finally, the general of the Meng Army slashed his armor with a sword, and even his breast shield was shattered.
The Qing Army general's body suddenly fell from the air, and his helmet fell off. Regardless of his injuries, his eyes turned red when he saw the few subordinates.
In this battle, the whole army will be annihilated!
cut!
A bolt of lightning-like sword light shot down from the sky, like the power of thunder, and struck directly at the head of the Qing Army general who was not protected by his helmet.
kill!
The Qing Army general jumped up again, held the sword in both hands, and a sword burst like a scorching sun. The hot sword energy burst out like a volcano.
The space where the two were fighting suddenly became distorted, and thousands of snowflakes suddenly disappeared. The scorching sun and dark clouds appeared in different phases, flickering brightly and dimly.
boom!
The injured general of the Qing Army vomited blood again and fell into the dust. A human-shaped pit a foot deep was smashed into the ground.
The strange appearance immediately dissipated, and the heavy snow continued to drift away. General Meng Jun held a long black sword in his hand, looked at his opponent who had fallen into the dust with cold eyes, and shouted coldly: "Han Cang! Surrender my lord without losing wealth!"
Han Cang flew out of the pit, his armor in ruins, and his momentum was astonishing, "Death is inevitable! Come again!"
General Meng Jun snorted coldly, "Since you want to be loyal to a lord like Qinglu, then go and die!" After saying this, he slashed the air with his black sword.
But at this moment, the Meng Army general's expression suddenly changed, he put away his sword and shouted: "Retreat!"
Before he finished speaking, he landed on the Wanli horse and shot out. Although Yufeng was faster, it consumed his true energy and consciousness and could not last long.
Of course, if you have a thousand-mile horse, you must ride a horse. His thousand-mile horse is no better than an ordinary cavalry horse. It can run more than 20,000 miles in a day and night.
Thousands of cavalrymen abandoned the last remnants of the Green Army and roared away, completely retreating in the blink of an eye.
After a few breaths, thousands of cavalry appeared from the north, carrying blue battle flags, coming like a torrent. Without stopping for a moment, they directly pursued the Meng army.
There were only a group of casual cultivators left nearby, and the corpses of the Qing soldiers who died in the battle.
There was also the seriously injured Qing Army general Han Cang.
The casual cultivators did not dare to stay longer for fear of causing trouble, and quickly dispersed. Only ginger medicine was left nearby.
Jiang Yao looked at the healing Han Cang, his eyes flickered for a while, then he slowly stepped forward, stuck the snake staff in the snow, put the child on his back, and saluted Han Cang with folded hands: "Jiang Yao, I would like to pay my respects to the general."
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The word "sir" means "superior" or "venerable" in the real world.
He wanted to curry favor with this martial artist, but he still felt that it was appropriate to use his real name to avoid being exposed by the name-testing magic weapon.
"What's the matter with you?" Although Han Cang was seriously injured, his aura still frightened Jiang Yao. If he wanted to kill Jiang Yao, he would just move his fingers. But Jiang Yao had no chance of resisting.
"General, you must have been poisoned by some kind of poison. The black sword of General Meng Jun has a trace of poison." Jiang Yao said boldly, very carefully and respectfully, "General, I can do something for this junior."
Sir, share your worries."
"Huh?" Han Cang's rock-hard face also showed a hint of surprise, "Are you a pharmacist? Or a poison master?"
Although poison masters and pharmacists are very similar, they are actually different. Pharmacists take treatment as their way, while poison masters take poison as their way. However, a good pharmacist can definitely use poison, but a good poison master may not be able to cure diseases.
Pharmacists are respectable, but poisonists are terrible.
"Your Excellency, I am a pharmacist, and Li Shizhen, the medicine sage of the Eastern Region, is my master." Jiang Yao answered seriously.
Yu Kuan buried her face in Jiang Yao's back to hide her expression.
Although Han Cang had never heard of Li Shizhen, he knew that the Medicine Saint was the top pharmacist. Even if his martial arts skills were not high, his status was very respected.
Even in the vast Western Region, there are only two or three people who can be called medicine saints now, even fewer than the number of martial saints.
However, Han Cang didn't care whether Jiang Yao's words were true or false. What he was most concerned about at this time was the poison he had been poisoned. Even the corpses of the fallen soldiers were not in his mind.
"Since you are a pharmacist, do you know what kind of poison I have been poisoned by?" Han Cang looked at Jiang Yao with twinkling eyes.
Although he didn't know the details of what kind of poison he was poisoned, he knew it in his mind. If this kid lies and deceives, he will be killed immediately.
Jiang Yao's medicinal spirit had long sensed the poisonous gas on Han Cang's body, and he already knew it in his heart, but he still said: "I dare you to take the pulse of the general."
Even if Han Cang was seriously injured and poisoned, he was not afraid of a mere samurai causing trouble later on. He stretched out his wrist and said, "You are a pharmacist, so you can diagnose and treat people. If you are cured, I will give you a reward."
"Thank you, Lord General." Jiang Yao actually didn't need to look, hear, or inquire, but he didn't dare to show off his great medicinal skills, so he could only pretend to make a diagnosis.
After a few breaths, Jiang Yao bowed again and reported: "Your Majesty, this poison is called Soul Erosion. It is a yang poison that can poison the seven souls, causing a person's soul to become depressed, and at least his cultivation level to deteriorate.
At worst, he will become a useless person."
"However, the general master is highly cultivated and the opponent's poison is not too clever, so this junior can still cure it. However, the sooner the better, and cannot be delayed. Every moment of delay, the difficulty of treatment will double.
If you don't get treatment within half an hour, your cultivation will drop to a small level."
When Han Cang heard this, he couldn't help but nod, "I can't believe that you are such a good pharmacist at such a young age. You are indeed a famous teacher and disciple. Yes, I just feel that there is something wrong with the Seven Souls. Stop gossiping and come up with it quickly.
Your means!"
There are pharmacists in Qinghuang City, including the Lord's Mansion. But it is not enough to slow down the poison, and now we can only rely on this young pharmacist to slow down the poison.
This young man could tell at a glance that he was poisoned, and he was right. He must be very accomplished in medicine.
"Yes!" Jiang Yao took out four second- and third-level spiritual herbs. "This junior does not have ready-made medicinal pills to treat soul-corrupting poison, but eating these four spiritual herbs is enough to alleviate the toxicity, control the poison, and ensure five
It won't happen in a few days. Within five days, I will be able to refine the elixir and go to your mansion in person to completely detoxify the Lord General."
Han Cang took a look and saw that he knew all four of these spiritual herbs. They were not very precious spiritual herbs, but the combination of four plants could temporarily control the poisonous power of the soul-eating poison, which he did not expect.
Ginger Yao has also proportioned the weights of the four spiritual herbs. Because the ratio is not accurate enough, the effect will be greatly reduced or even ineffective. Therefore, although there are only four kinds of spiritual herbs, there are countless ways to configure them.
So simple?
Soul-eroding poison is not easy to cure!
Fortunately, he still had a pile of mid- to low-level spiritual herbs left by Xue Xian, which finally came in handy.
Han Cang didn't dare to delay. He took the four kinds of spiritual herbs prepared with ginger medicine and soon felt much more comfortable. The effect was immediate.
Jiang Yao is extremely nervous.
Although theoretically he is capable of being a great pharmacist and has a medicinal spirit body, it is still his first time to treat people.
And for the first time, the soul-eating poison is quite difficult.
You can feel that the poisonous gas on Han Cang's body has become lighter, and Han Cang's face has become much better, so he took the ginger medicine into his stomach.
"Well, you're not bad. You are indeed a disciple of Medicine Saint." Han Cang nodded, then took out a letter of spiritual jade from his storage bag, "This is a reward for you."
A letter of spiritual jade is ten yuan.
"Mr. Jiang, don't be too little. When you go to Qinghuang City and completely cure me, I will not be stingy."
Han Cang was a little stingy in taking action because it only temporarily slowed down the poison.
However, in his words, he was much more polite to Jiang Yao.
The reason is very simple. Jiang Yao is a pharmacist. Even if a pharmacist has low martial arts skills and low strength, he can always be called a teacher because he is proficient in medicine. This is also an unwritten rule in the real world.
Jiang Yao felt relieved and said quickly: "Within five days, I will come to visit you in order to eliminate the poison of the Seven Souls. I will also keep my mouth shut. This is the rule of the pharmacist."
Han Cang was very satisfied with Jiang Yao's performance. He liked to keep his mouth shut. It would be a big mistake if his enemies knew he was poisoned.
Jiang Yao's tone changed, "It's just that I'm not familiar with the place in Qinghuang City, so I'm afraid I might be provoked and cause trouble, and I might miss the important task of the general."
Han Cang laughed and said, "Mr. Jiang is overly worried. What's the problem?" He took out a command arrow and said, "I'll lend you a command arrow. In Qinghuang City, most people don't dare to provoke you. However, within five days,
If Mr. Jiang Xiao doesn't come to the general's residence..."
Jiang Yao immediately bowed his head and said: "Don't worry, Lord, within five days, this junior will be able to cure the seven soul poisons!"
Han Cang stood up and said, "Okay, you can go to the General's Mansion to find me at any time!"