When 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, and then you won’t have to give him medicine by mouth every day!”
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 was in a coma, he really answered those words. It was so miserable! Yuan Xiaolou made another bowl of sugar water, this time with more sugar in it. He drank it in his mouth and did not swallow it. Instead, he leaned over and
It entered Ye Xiaochuan's mouth bit by bit.
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."
After saying this, Yuan Xiaolou felt really 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 knows that the mental power of the big head has already entered the sea of his soul and can communicate with his own 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 Brain, who gave you this name?"
Big Head said: "The one lying down, I didn't like it before, but then I got used to it after listening to it.
Let’s not talk about this, little old man, Ye Xiaochuan’s pubic area is shattered, 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."
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. You were watching me from the side. I only heard about it in the past few days.
At that time, Ye Xiaochuan was possessed by the demon because of the death of Fairy Liuyun. The murderous intention emanating from his heart and soul activated the Changsheng Jue.
Although Changsheng Jue has already completed a blood contract with him, this object is the most dangerous thing in the three realms, and the evil spirit contained in it is unparalleled.
Even if Ye Xiaochuan was not stopped by Yu Jizi at that time and broke out of the Samsara Sword Formation, he would have been counterattacked by Chang Sheng Jue's evil spirit and become obsessed with it. It is very likely that he would slowly lose his mind and become a world-killing demon.
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 is shattered and the meridians are severed, causing the evil energy entering the body to be unable to enter the Dantian, let alone the heart and soul.
He pulled 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’m asking you, if Ye Xiaochuan’s dantian is broken, can he be revived and can he restore his previous cultivation level?”
The old storyteller shrugged and said: "We will definitely save him. He has a five-color sacred stone protecting his body, so it will be difficult for him to die even if he wants to.
But I don't know whether I can recover my cultivation level.
But as far as I know, no cultivator whose Dantian has been shattered into pieces has been able to recover his cultivation."
Big Head said depressedly: "That's a shame, this kid seems to have really become a useless person.
Forget it, when his injury recovers, I will take him back to southern Xinjiang and let him cook for me every day for the next few decades and live a miserable 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, but 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 any big shot’s memory.”
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 Wood God, do you think 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 know that you, an old man, must know how to restore the Dantian!"
The old storyteller said: "I know a little bit about the art of reviving the soul, but I really don't understand the art of restoring the Dantian.
It’s getting late, go to bed, we have to travel tomorrow! Come here, my bastard, 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 kung fu, and I'll 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 the big head said just now.
After looking at Ye Xiaochuan who was in a coma, he didn't think there was anything wrong, so he continued to meditate and practice to recover from his injuries.
