The things Mu Yi requested were quickly placed in front of him. In fact, with the power of the Su family, this was really not a problem, and even the quality of many things was far beyond Mu Yi's expectations.
Seeing this, Mu Yi was naturally very happy.
Later, Mu Yi asked Su Chongshan to summon everyone, but in fact there were only five people, Su Chongshan, his sons Su Jun, Su Yingying, and cousins Su Jinlun and Zheng Zicong.
After this preparation period, whether it was Su Jun, Su Jinlun or Zheng Zicong, their eyes changed when they looked at Mu Yi. After all, Mrs. Su's situation could not be hidden from them. Although she had not woken up yet, her condition was already there.
He improved so quickly that even the famous doctors he called in were surprised.
And all of this was because of Mu Yi, and even Su Yingying did not hide what happened in the room at that time.
Therefore, Su Jun no longer looked down upon Mu Yi because of his age, and Su Jinlun was even more grateful. However, Zheng Zicong's expression was the most complicated, even a little panicked.
"Although the old lady's situation has been controlled, we still need your help if we want to completely solve it." Mu Yi looked around and naturally noticed Zheng Zicong's expression.
"If you have anything to do with Taoist Priest, just ask me. As long as my mother can be saved, no matter how high the cost, our Su family will do our best." Su Jun said hurriedly, making up for his previous negligence.
"Yes, Taoist Master, please speak frankly." Su Chongshan nodded, which was the final word.
"As the saying goes, yin and yang are divided and connected by blood, so I need to use the blood of the old lady's descendants as medicine to refine the talisman." Mu Yi said directly.
"Taoist Master, use my blood." Su Jun said immediately. After all, as his son, his bloodline is undoubtedly the closest.
"Taoist Master, Yingying is also willing." Su Yingying said softly.
"Taoist Master, Jinlun is also willing." Su Jinlun then said.
"Everyone, stop arguing. Let Zicong fulfill his filial piety for his grandmother." Seeing that everyone had expressed their opinions, Zheng Zicong also hurriedly said, after all, he is also a grandson. Although he is far away, he is more or less related by blood, but according to the
What he had in mind was that even if blood was really needed, it would definitely not be his turn, so there was naturally no pressure to show loyalty.
Mu Yi looked at Zheng Zicong and suddenly smiled meaningfully. The latter suddenly felt a numbness in his back and stopped abruptly from what he was about to say.
"It's not necessary, Mr. Su. Although you are the old lady's son, you are a little older after all, and your blood is no longer at its peak. It will not be of much benefit to the old lady's situation. As for Miss Yingying, because she is a female family member, her nature is Yin.
, and it is not suitable for the old lady's situation." Mu Yi commented one by one, and finally turned his attention to Su Jinlun and Zheng Zicong.
"Mr. Su and Mr. Zheng are in the same age, and their blood is the strongest. They are also the direct blood relatives of the old lady. If you are willing, it is naturally the best."
Su Jinlun was naturally overjoyed when he heard Mu Yi's words, while Zheng Zicong trembled and the smile on his face became a little stiff.
Su Chongshan glanced at the two of them and said directly: "Then it's Jinlun and Zicong's fault."
"I dare not, this is what a grandson should do." Su Jinlun said immediately.
"As long as I can help my grandmother, no matter how big the sacrifice is, Zicong is willing to sacrifice." Zheng Zicong said with a smile.
Mu Yi was not polite and walked straight up to the two of them with two bowls, revealing his arms at the same time. "The previous talisman was also refined with my own blood. I didn't mean to trick you."
When Mu Yi said this, both Su Chongshan and Su Jun had somewhat moved expressions on their faces.
As for Su Jinlun, without saying a word, he took the bowl from Mu Yi's hand and put it aside.
Zheng Zicong took a deep look at Mu Yi's wrist and saw that there was faint blood oozing out from it. It didn't look like he was cheating. The resistance in his heart disappeared a lot. He even felt relieved knowing that Mu Yi didn't mean to embarrass him.
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"Taoist Master Gao Yi, we, the younger generation, should fulfill our filial piety." After saying that, Zheng Zicong also took the other bowl.
When the two of them went to the side for bloodletting, Su Chongshan looked at Mu Yi and asked, "Does the Taoist Master still lack anything? I asked my servants to prepare it."
"There is no shortage of things, but try to keep the female relatives away from home tonight, and it is best to put up more torches in the yard. In addition, I will make a special talisman and stick it on the old lady's bedside. As for the result, Xiaodao is not 100% sure.
Everything depends on God's will." Mu Yi pondered for a moment and said slowly.
"Don't worry, Taoist Master, I will make arrangements immediately, Taoist Master, I'll take care of everything." Su Chongshan said and bowed deeply to Mu Yi, expressing both gratitude and please.
"Please take care of my mother's affairs, Taoist Priest." Su Jun also said afterward.
Su Jinlun and Zheng Zicong each drained more than half a bowl of blood, and their faces became even more pale. Especially Zheng Zicong, whose body was shaky and there was still a trace of fear deep in his eyes. Obviously, this bloodletting experience was not very good for him.
joy.
Su Jinlun, on the other hand, showed that he could continue to use more if it was not enough.
After everyone left, Mu Yi calmly took Zheng Zicong's bowl of blood and poured it into the flowerpot in the room. The corner of his mouth even curled up slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm.
It is true that the blood is needed, but it is not from Zheng Zicong, but from Su Jinlun, the real direct grandson.
Moreover, Mu Yi had long discovered that Su Jinlun was practicing martial arts, and his body was much stronger than the average person. Moreover, he had the body of a boy, and his yang energy had not been released, and he was at his peak.
Then, Mu Yi rubbed the ink with Su Jinlun's blood. The cinnabar was mixed with the blood, giving off a strange light.
The yellow paper is the finest Su paper. It feels greasy but not soft, just like a girl's skin. It is many times better than what Mu Yi bought before.
The pen is an obviously old brush with tight wood grain and a little bit of gold star decoration. It should be a pen holder made of small leaf red sandalwood. The bristles are straight and soft. Looking at it with Mu Yi's mind at the moment, he can even vaguely feel the pen on it.
A hazy white light emitted.
Even if this pen had not been used by a great scholar, it would definitely not be any worse.
The ruler is the same as the penholder. There are no complicated patterns. Just a few strokes with a carving knife on it outline a magnificent mountain and river. If Mu Yi had not had better eyesight, it would be difficult to find the simple small characters in the corner: Gu.
When everything was ready, Mu Yi took a deep breath, held the pen attentively, imagined the feeling in the morning, and then flicked his wrist.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
There was a soft rubbing sound in the quiet room, with a certain charm, it sounded more like a kind of enjoyment, and Mu Yi's concentrated appearance made it easy for people to ignore his age, without any violation.