Once this is clear, we can safely treat the two people's illnesses as the same type and study and treat them.
It's just that monks with different physiques will have slightly different treatments. Just in case, you still need to pay more attention.
The great alchemist who treated Jun Fang before should know the condition of Jun Fang's body. He could tell that Jun Fang was injured by the ancient formation, and he must be a powerful senior.
Tang Ling stayed at Jun's house for half a day, and then the Jun family's husband and wife came back from the ghost world after a long journey.
The head of the family was a middle-aged man in his forties. When he heard that Tang Ling had brought the eighth young master back to life, he immediately expressed his gratitude and wanted a large sum of money to repay him.
Tang Ling saw that he was about to send people to bring boxes of spiritual stones, so he would be lying if he said he was not moved.
It's just that compared to the immediate temporary benefits, it may be a better approach to let the Jun family owe themselves a favor and take a long-term view.
What's more, she will use ancient magic methods to perform some experimental treatments on Junfang next. Although "must be cured" is her goal, but just in case, something goes wrong due to the different physiques of the two, even if something goes wrong.
Just one thing is detrimental to her relationship with the Jun family.
If it comes to this, and she still has the favor of saving the eighth young master, the Jun family will not embarrass her too much.
But right now, both Jun Fang and the head of the Jun family seem to be gentle and kind-hearted people.
So this is indeed Tang Ling's narrowest guess.
These years of experience have made her slowly begin to maintain the worst suspicion of human nature.
So she declined the spirit stone, explained her purpose to the family leader, and asked if she could communicate with the great alchemist.
Mr. Jun did not believe that he could cure Jun Fang as Tang Ling thought, but showed that the Jun family could provide all the necessary materials for Tang Ling's treatment, which made Tang Ling very satisfied.
And the great alchemist, if nothing unexpected happens, will return to your residence with the young master in a few days.
Tang Ling can then go and ask for advice.
Everything went smoothly. Tang Ling felt that her hard work in treating the Eighth Young Master was not in vain. After discussing some specific matters of the treatment with Jun Fang, Tang Ling took Song Nan back to the cave in a good mood.
The next step is to delve into ancient magic.
Before the great alchemist comes back, she can study it with Song Nan first.
With this thought in mind, Tang Ling took out the remaining scroll of ancient magic that he had not finished reading at Jun's house.
"The fragments of ancient magic spells do not cause any harm to human body cultivation. On the contrary, they will play a stronger role in strengthening the body than ordinary magic spells. However, the purity of the spiritual power and the high level of understanding required for cultivation are quite demanding.
."
Song Nan held the fragment of the scroll and looked up at Tang Ling between flipping through it. "Moreover, this is a fragment of the scroll. If you don't know the full details of the technique and just practice based on speculation, it's easy to get carried away."
"I know this."
Tang Ling hesitated for a moment, thinking whether to tell Song Nan about the ancient magic in the sea of consciousness.
She only frowned for a moment before Song Nan looked away, lowered his head and looked at the fragment of the scroll seriously, and suddenly said, "But if you have a way to obtain the complete scroll of ancient magic and have the physique suitable for cultivation, then
It couldn’t be better.”
Listening to this tone, senior brother... must have guessed it.
Sure enough, even if we can hide it for a while, we will definitely not be able to hide it for long if we have to get along day and night in the future.
After all, Song Nan knows the most about what happened to her.
What's more, there are still memories of past life experiences.
Tang Ling sighed and decided to tell him about the memory fragments found in the sea of consciousness on the ship and the spiritual power in the flower buds.
After listening, Song Nan frowned and looked worried.
"Use the demon's spiritual power to practice the magic of the demon era...Have you ever thought that when you succeed in your cultivation, your mana and physique will be completely shaped into the perfect image in the demon's heart? When the time comes, it will no longer be
Will it replace you and swallow up your consciousness?"
This is what Tang Ling is worried about.
Song Nanhui advised.
Advise her not to practice lightly.
At that time, Song Nan expressed this concern while taking a boat on the Lushui River in Zhenchao Pass.
In fact, Tang Ling was also worried.
But Song Nan and Jun Fang's spiritual power must be elicited through ancient magic.
"If you want to use ancient magic to heal the meridians that Miss Jun and I were injured by the formation." Song Nan immediately guessed what Tang Ling was thinking, "I will find a way to do this. Just take care of yourself."
that is."
"Senior brother, was this what he used to be like?" Tang Ling looked at Song Nan and said coldly.
Song Nan was startled and noticed that the girl in front of him had a serious expression, but her eyes were clear and she was looking at him very seriously.
There was a clarity and determination that he had never seen in his previous life.
"It's the same. You want to do everything by yourself and reject others thousands of miles away. That's why you got the title of "cold-faced young man"?"
Song Nan saw the serious look on the girl's beautiful face and was speechless for a moment.
For some reason, he remembered the scene with Lu Qingfeng when he first arrived at Lingxian Sect.
"Master, I want to go out for a walk."
—“Where to go?”
"There is a junior fellow from the Beast Taming Sect who wants to ask me to help with sword practice and tricks."
—"Have you completed all the tasks assigned to Nan'er?"
"No...no."
After the silence, there was a long sigh.
- "Nan'er, do you still remember what kind of life you lived before Master picked you up?"
"Remember."
- "Yes, at that time, you lost both legs to monsters, wandered around, and almost died miserably. And your qualifications are so good, if you had practiced since childhood, you could have escaped. So now, you should cherish all the time and practice.
Make up for all those years wasted."
- "Nan'er, I don't want to force you as a teacher, but you just said that you went to play with others before completing your training tasks, right?"
"But Master, I am not playing, I am practicing sword practice."
- "Nan'er, you still don't understand. That junior brother has his own partner, and you are highly qualified and destined to go further than them. You are not destined to be on the same road at all. Excessive communication will only tie you up.
Live with each other. These human relationships shouldn't be something a genius like you should worry about. What you have to focus on is cultivation. The only person who can accompany you in the future and be worthy of your love is cultivation."
—"Why doesn't Nan'er say anything?"
—"Nan'er, do you understand?"
"Master, I understand."
——Do you really understand?
Suddenly a slightly indifferent voice sounded in the sea of consciousness.
——Song Nan, cultivation has never been everything in life.
——Song Nan?
"Senior brother?"
The voice in the sea of consciousness gradually overlapped with the serious-looking girl in front of him.
Tang Ling looked at Song Nan and keenly caught the fleeting confusion in his eyes, which suddenly became clear again.
"But senior brother, in my eyes, you have never been an indifferent person, but a gentle and kind person."
No one had ever said such words to him in his past life.
Others only said that he was cold and indifferent, that he rejected people from thousands of miles away, and that he was arrogant because of his talent.
And that's what he thought of himself.
Song Nan opened his mouth, only to realize that his throat was slightly hoarse due to dryness. He cleared his throat, turned away from Tang Ling, and opened his mouth slightly awkwardly.
"Then...please leave it to junior sister."
Tang Ling slowly breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile in his eyes and nodded vigorously.