Chen Zeshen's expression was cold, and after a while he replied with a smile: "Is your name...Xiaoyan, or Xiaoyan?"
Xu Yan knew what words Chen Zeshen was talking about, and a sense of sadness surged up in his nose for a long time. This was his previous name, sometimes it was Meiyan Yan, and sometimes it was Yanzi. Later, his master gave him the name.
His name is Xu Yan.
He was originally a "wild" boy who lived among women in a brothel. He met Master Yao Zhen, the bachelor who was ridiculed by everyone in the school for being ugly.
He looked at this junior brother, memories came to his mind, and his vision was blurred.
"Would you like to be my student?"
"But I...my mother is there...they all call me the son of a prostitute...I can't touch the books, they will get dirty."
The man knelt down and reached out to touch the child in colorful clothes. He quietly scattered the powder stained on his body. His thick black thumb wiped away the black dust on his face. His clean nails gently touched the corners of the child's eyes.
A few pieces of soil.
"The book is the words passed down by the saints, printed on the grass and trees. It will never be stained by anyone. As long as you are willing..."
"Why can't a son of a prostitute not behave like a gentleman?"
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"Senior brother... you were the first to join the Shixin Sect, and it was you who led me to find immortality. On the day of Master's execution, you were late. It was fate. I never blamed you. I wanted to resurrect Master, but I couldn't live without him."
"The road to eternal life is as mysterious as it is mysterious, and the door to all wonders is difficult for ordinary people to knock on. Since you have entered the road to eternal life, don't let down the stone heart in your heart."
"You and I both have stone hearts, so there is no need to be trapped by love."
"I, Chen Xiuxue, have learned everything in my life without the kindness of Master Yao. He died because of me. I want to..."
"Let him live because of me again."
The emotion in Xu Yan's eyes turned from Pingtan to a waterfall. How could he forget his mentor? How could he abandon his kindness?
"Xiuxue..." The man in black holding the sword trembled with his lips and choked out two words.
Even the hand holding his sword had become cold. He never thought that Chen Xiuxue, who had always disbelieved in fate, would persuade him to believe in fate.
"We have a stone heart and a tree, and we just use these human flesh skins to write the word "trap"."
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"Come on, come on, fill this gourd with the decoction first. The people under the trees have had their legs gnawed off by rat fleas and can't walk. Just pour it into their mouths."
"If there are bugs, burn them. What kind of bugs can be found on mortal bodies nowadays?! Aren't they all life-threatening rat fleas and rotten maggots! Don't tell me you can't see them?! It's useless to use talismans! Fu Huo is direct
It will turn into ashes! Summon the fire of the Five Elements. If you are not proficient, go find those who repair the weapon."
"Everyone who can walk over there, come here. Hey, don't grab it. There is enough soup and medicine for everyone!"
"One bowl! Just one bowl! It won't work if you drink too much! If you drink too much, you will die!!! Stop that child quickly!!!"
"Who is that at Spirit Beast Peak!!! Stop controlling your cockroaches!!! You, you, just set fires here, don't let your "friends" touch this soup, eh! Stop talking! You
The cockroaches on your face start to fall off as you talk!!!”
The first thing Jiang Su heard when he arrived was the sound of the chaos of war, and then the strong smell of brewed soup hit his nostrils.
"I never thought that in Shifangmen there would still be days when the smell of soup and medicinal herbs could be seen all over the mountains and plains." Jiang Su took a deep breath, her tightly closed eyes slightly relaxed, and curved into two crescent moons. Her whole body was relaxed and comfortable.
"I didn't expect that either." A familiar male voice remembered.
Yu Yunjie held the pot in one hand and the shovel in the other, and walked to Jiang Su's side.
His pot was half drooped on the ground, covered with a layer of soil. There was nothing in it, but it was still steaming and smelling of medicine. It must have been that the temperature had not dropped yet after he summoned the fire to cook the medicine.
"Senior Brother Yu, why can't I see your alchemy furnace? Your furnace looks so enlarged. It would be a pity not to use it for making soups and medicines."
Yu Yunjie's alchemy furnace is shaped like one used by mortals to make soup.
He placed the large iron pot flat on the ground, gently threw the long shovel into the large iron pot, moved his slightly sore wrists, pinched his body and threw it on the pot on the ground.
"See, what are you seeing? Aren't you blind now?" His tone was calm.
"..." What are you doing? Are you trying to catch me with my bad language?
"You are blind, but the other senses are more sensitive. From the moment you walked over, I knew that what you were holding was not an alchemy furnace." Jiang Su explained.
Her consciousness was now pitch black, and she could indeed deduce from the diffusion pattern of the smell that he was not using an alchemy furnace, but an iron pot without a lid.
"Yeah." Yu Yunjie looked carefully at the expression of the girl in green, not showing any signs of depression, and slightly nodded.
"I never thought that one day I would be able to have the entire medical cultivator from Jiu Ku Peak work together to prepare decoctions for mortals."
"Alchemy is a method of medicine, and making decoction is also a method of medicine. Although it is different from the medicine where the final product of alchemy in a furnace is water, they can all have certain effects on people."
Mortal doctors often use fire to make decoctions, and monks often use elixirs in medical practice. Decoctions are decoctions, and elixirs refer to pills, elixirs, and elixir powders refined in an alchemy furnace with spiritual power.
Jiang Su knew that Yu Yunjie was sad for the spring and autumn, recalling his own past experience of climbing out of a mortal doctor.
"Recalling the past, the years are full of vicissitudes." Jiang Su commented.
Yu Yunjie seemed to have some thoughts when he heard this.
"Hey! Susu, you're here. Come on, this is the final decoction made from the three recipes we worked out together yesterday! It's already been poured into these mortals."
Elder Fei in Bai ran towards Jiang Su, lowered his body slightly and grabbed Jiang Su's wrist, leading her quickly towards the three large alchemy furnaces not far away.
Fang Zhe silently followed the two of them.
"Susu, look at these furnaces. They correspond to the three types of plague diseases. We have added the amount of medicinal materials based on the three pill furnaces."
The elder in black put his hands behind his back and came over silently. He watched Elder Fei holding Jiang Su's arm and pointing her to where the alchemy furnace was and which medicine contained which symptom.
Elder Fei was more excited than the other elders. Before Jiang Su could formulate a comment, he dragged Jiang Su to a place where many victims were lying.
Jiang Suneng could clearly hear the heavy and intermittent breathing of these people. Their bodies exuded a decaying smell like dead branches in the mud mixed with the aroma of burnt meat.
"It smells like worms being roasted. As expected of protein, tsk tsk tsk, high protein, and probably mixed with some human carrion..." Jiang Su muttered in his heart.
The next moment, the scene that Elder Fei wanted her to witness appeared in her sea of consciousness.
She couldn't laugh anymore.
Dozens of people were leaning on tree trunks, with shoulders stacked on each other. Some were suppressing their bodies, while others were supporting their heads. They all held a vessel similar to a porcelain bowl in their hands, with pieces of the porcelain bowl broken into half, and some pieces of the porcelain bowl broken into half.
There was a thick piece at the bottom of the wine vat, and some people were holding intact porcelain cups.
These vessels all contained a yellowish-black soup.
"Soup and medicine..."
Two worlds, the same disease, the same medicine, the same...suffering.
