Immortal Voices Chapter 14: Healer
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There are some forbidden medicines recorded in the pill prescription, and the most described is a kind of highly poison called ‘shading’.
It is said that the poisoned person lives in the dark forever, once exposed to sunlight, it will turn into ashes and disappear.
The poison of this medicine is the most tormenting. This predecessor had studied for a hundred years before he came up with a pill to restrain the sun, named Zhuohua.
But Burning Hua cannot completely detoxify, and the price of Burning Hua is even more unbearable.
Seeing this, Rong Xian was a little surprised. He didn't expect the world to be big, and there are all kinds of weird things.
She continued to look over and found that the poison called "Shengge" was second only to the sunshade. As the so-called Yeyeshengge, this is not a serious poison-medicine.
Rong Xian turned down with interest, and when she was enjoying herself, a stream of light flashed across the sky.
Rong Xian's eyes lit up, and Tsinghua is back!
She took care of herself and walked quickly towards Zhuoqingge.
Before I got to the place, I saw the brother who came in a hurry.
"Brother." Rong Xian called.
Yangming frowned, and stopped in front of her: "Little Junior Sister, your injury has not healed, why did you get out of bed and walk around?"
Rong Xian's eyebrows are crooked, and her expression is Confucian: "I see Master is back, I want to see Master." To go down the mountain still needs the approval of the head, she has to ask Master to resign.
Yangming couldn't help smiling. In the entire Xuanhua Mountain, the little sister cares about the master most. Every time the master comes back, she is more anxious than anyone else: "I know you will be like this, let's go, and the master will also let me find you. In the past."
Rong Xian nodded repeatedly and followed him to the Zhuoqing Pavilion.
The residence of the real Tsinghua man is just like his, pure and majestic, with a sword-like spirit.
The two came to the door and all saluted respectfully: "Master."
Tsinghua’s voice came from inside, with a hint of awe-inspiring sword aura: "Come in."
After Rong Xian walked in, he found Tsinghua sitting cross-legged on the futon. In front of him was a huge alchemy furnace with flames burning wantonly.
Tsinghua Real Man is not only superb in swordsmanship, but also in alchemy.
Rong Xian and Yang Ming stood by and did not speak until the pot of medicine flew out.
The real man of Tsinghua University swept away with sword energy and put two pills of medicine into the medicine bottle.
He turned around and just wanted to pass the medicine bottle to Rong Xian, his gaze touched her cheek, his gaze narrowed slightly, and he looked at Yang Ming on the side, with a clear intent to ask.
During his absence, the elders handled the sect affairs, and the two disciples were taken care of by the big apprentices. Unexpectedly, after returning, they found that the little apprentice seemed to be injured. The real Tsinghua man was a little uncomfortable: "Xian'er seems to be out of blood. What happened?"
Yang Ming immediately replied: "Back to Master, the second junior sister taught her to learn swords on a whim, and unexpectedly hurt her by accident. The disciple has already punished her to think about it in Houshan."
Tsinghua frowned: "Thinking is really nonsense."
He looked at Rong Xian, his eyes were concerned: "Is Xian'er a serious problem?"
Rong Xian replied cleverly: "I'm fine, Master Lao and Brother are worried."
Tsinghua handed the medicine bottle to Rong Xian. When she saw that she accepted it, she said, "This is the seventh lotus of Yunhai Bingshan. The teacher refines it together with other medicinal materials into two pills, which can be repaired. Broken meridians in your body."
A flash of surprise flashed in Rong Xian's eyes. He didn't expect real people from Tsinghua University to treat her so well.
Seven-pin lotus is a good thing. It can not only heal injuries, but also ignore the level difference, and improve the strength of a realm without side effects for the monks. I did not expect such a precious thing as a gift from the real Tsinghua people without blinking their eyes. To myself.
"Thank you, Master." After Rong Xian took it gratefully, Master didn't have any selfishness towards her, and she treated her with sincerity.
Tsinghua looked at her wanting to say but stopped, and signaled Yang Ming to leave, then said: "What do you want to say?"
Rong Xian knelt on one knee and said sincerely, "Master, my disciple wants to go down the mountain."
A sharp sword aura flashed in Tsinghua’s eyes, and he said solemnly: "It's because of your second senior sister? I think that your teacher has learned about you over the years. You are not a caretaker and narrow-minded person."
Rong Xian raised his eyebrows and smiled: "The master still understands the disciple. The senior sister and the disciple are just playing around, so how can they run away because of this."
It seems that because of the goal, her gentle phoenix eyes also carry the perseverance that she does not usually have: "Healing these days, the disciple has been reading medical books and found that the medical practice is profound and can save people from pain, so the disciple wants Go down the mountain to practice medicine."
"Did you think about it? Practicing medicine to save people is not a child's play. If there is a mistake, one life will be lost." Tsinghua said.
Rong Xian nodded, her tone was extremely firm: "Yes, my disciple has already thought about it."
After a pause, she said softly: "Healers have no desires and no demands, have great compassion, calm their minds, save the suffering of the souls, and worry about the world. Master, my disciples want to be such a person."
Tsinghua's eyes flashed with relief, and his little disciple finally found his way: "Since you have decided, just do it. Don't be afraid of anything. You have the entire Xuanhua Mountain behind you."
Rong Xian smiled with joy: "Thank you, Master."
After handling the sect affairs, Tsinghua didn’t wait much and left in a hurry. I heard that there is a flower on the cliff of Leng Shenfeng. It is one thousand years long and one leaf is five hundred years old. Waiting for it to grow to nine knots. After nine more leaves grow, a flower will bloom. This flower can regenerate a person's limbs, reincarnate, and reshape the fairy roots.
His goal this time is this flower. After he retrieves this flower, the little apprentice can start practicing. He doesn’t have to worry about his black hair as old and the apprentice is hanging down after decades. Old man.
Tsinghua left without saying hello, and Rong Xian didn't want to waste time staying here.
She took out a Seven-Rank Lotus Pill and took one, and found that it had a miraculous effect on the muscles and veins, so she cautiously accepted it.
She understands that her injuries are not as serious as Tsinghua seems to be. The huge vitality in the Wooden Spirit Orb can restore her in a flash. She has not healed but it is just a drag on karma.
Looking at the disciple's clothes next to the bed, Rong Xian hesitated for a moment, took out a white dress from the space and put it on her body.
The golden silk thread outlines a bunch of bell-like flowers on the white dress, which is elegant and noble, which makes people feel good.
Taking care of herself, she put away all the bamboo slips of medical classics, left a note and left Xuanhua Mountain.
Standing at the foot of the mountain, Rong Xian looked back at the cloud-filled place. In this place where she had stayed for five years, there were masters and brothers who loved her, and sisters who were jealous of her.
Human, there is always endless tolerance in the face of weak and non-threatening things.
The corners of Rong Xian's lips evoke a shallow arc, which is obviously gentle and pure, but it makes people feel chilly. But the chill was fleeting, and in the next moment, she seemed to be shrouded in the sun, warm and soft, like spring breeze and rain.
Reached out, the medicine box Cai Yi gave her before was carried on her back.
"Little girl, why are you here alone? Are you looking for an immortal teacher?" A woodman carrying chai saw Rong Xian from a distance, and asked curiously.
This is at the foot of Xuanhua Mountain. The woodcutter often meets young people who come to ask immortals and ask questions, so this is the reason for this question.