Chapter 17 Taiqing Zhenshu
“You slept peacefully at night!”
Outside Jiuchi Taoist Temple, Li Jiao’s voice was rather resentful.
This made Zhang Xuezhou purse his lips, not knowing how to explain it for a moment.
He should get up when the time comes, and he must not be in a dream.
The painful wails of the two generals Zhao Mu and Zhou Cang had no effect on him, and no matter how miserable they screamed, it had no effect on him at all.
Zhang Xuezhou was too lazy to explain the problem of getting up, and he couldn't explain it clearly to Li Jiao.
“Would you like porridge?”
Zhang Xuezhou rubbed his hands.
The number of people in Jiu Chi Taoist Temple has increased, and the food stored in the Taoist temple is not sufficient.
But Zhang Xuezhou has no long-term plans to stay at Jiuchi Taoist Temple. If Zhang Zhong and Yourong go up the mountain tomorrow, he should leave this Taoist temple tomorrow.
At this time, he was also working hard, eating as much as he could.
He would also drag Li Jiao and others into the water, constantly invite everyone to eat and drink, and share the corresponding responsibilities equally.
If Hao Bugui comes back, he most likely won’t be able to get angry at so many people.
Zhang Xuezhou thought about the character of Cuo Bugui who was intimidated by the title of Shiyin Saint Son and obeyed his orders. He knew in his heart that it was hard to say whether Cuo Bugui was bullying others, but he was afraid that force was inevitable.
It just so happened that the Feiyu Army had a very strong reputation.
He thought clearly, put the millet into the big pot with very neat hands and feet, and sprinkled a large amount of dried meat into it. He added a handful of dry firewood to the earthen stove, and a red flame suddenly bloomed.
"Do you have anything else here besides porridge?" Li Jiao asked: "I mean, does your master have any secret hiding place, or maybe he left two pills!"< br>
Watching the two powerful Generals Pi transform from strong men to emaciated people suffering from tuberculosis overnight, this loss of life made Li Jiao feel extremely uncomfortable.
At this time, Li Jiao no longer expected to directly obtain detoxification pills. He only hoped to find two ordinary healing pills, which could stabilize the poisonous injuries for a while.
"It should only be porridge, should you drink porridge?"
He looked at Zhang Xuezhou with hope, but Zhang Xuezhou's response made Li Jiao's heart drop.
Zhang Xuezhou did not prohibit Li Jiao from looking around. The Taoist temple is so big, and Li Jiao has already looked through the Taoist temple inside and out.
He wondered if there was any secret place to place heavy objects, but Zhang Xuezhou's response confirmed that this was indeed an empty Taoist temple, and it was difficult to find anything of value.
“If you don’t drink porridge, don’t drink porridge, I don’t want to drink porridge!”
In the main hall of the Taoist temple, Zhao Mu lowered his head, his dark face full of displeasure with the porridge.
Beside him, the meat porridge he had swallowed was spitted all over the floor. Even the meat porridge had a bit of black stench.
There was Zhou Cang beside him, his expression was extremely uncomfortable, but he nodded again.
Zhang Xuezhou's fake identity is very influential. The strength of the students who have failed to return may be low, but at least they are proficient in medical science and must listen to the doctor's words.
Even if they vomit after eating, they still have to stuff food into their stomachs.
During this night, they ate the most meat porridge they had eaten continuously in their lives, and also vomited the most meat porridge in their lives.
Of course, the golden toad poison has not been eliminated.
Perhaps because they hesitated too much, their condition showed signs of becoming more serious at this time.
Zhou Cang felt that the only advantage of drinking more meat porridge was to make them feel full so that they would not be hungry before leaving.
But you still have to listen to what the students say.
What if...
Many conflicts are not worth a 'what if'.
Hope is slim, but compared to inevitable death, it is better to struggle before death than not to struggle at all.
He ordered a portion of porridge, and when Zhang Xuezhou finished cooking it and handed it over, he just poured it into his mouth regardless of how hot the porridge was.
“I drink too!”
Zhao Mu looked at Zhou Cang, his tired eyes trembled slightly, and then asked for a copy. "As long as you want to drink it, we have enough porridge here!"
After Zhang Xuezhou delivered the porridge, he very enthusiastically started to lure others into the water, urging everyone to eat and drink together.
He devoured the meat porridge and thought it was great to have this group of people.
When he leaves tomorrow, someone will be blamed for many things here, and it will be difficult to investigate him.
Moreover, Zhang Xuezhou and Hao Bugui only met each other's eyes through the crack of the door. From now on, they will inevitably walk halfway down the road, and they will pass each other without knowing each other.
Zhang Xuezhou took a deep breath and felt the seedlings growing stronger and stronger in his body. He felt that the demonic energy in his body was getting weaker and weaker.
The poisonous python meat helped him rush into the country, but its power has been exhausted. It is even constantly being extracted by the seedlings turned into white seeds, and the remaining traces are almost disappearing.
Zhang Xuezhou doesn’t care what to do after entering the country.
Although he knows nothing, Zhang Xuezhou is extremely confident,
Compared with his state in Zhangjiazhuang, he is now a big shot in the country, with a source of magic power within his body.
This is completely different from the past.
And he no longer has to be afraid of ordinary mosquitoes, rats, and ants, as the breath emanating from his body can drive away these little things.
“Vomit!”
Zhou Cang’s continuous vomiting interrupted Zhang Xuezhou’s train of thought.
A mouthful of black blood spurted out along with the meat porridge, and the smell of corruption suddenly filled the main hall of the Taoist temple. Zhou Cang's expression showed a rapid and visible decline. His body turned blue, and the countless capillaries in his chest quickly turned golden when exhaled. It quickly turns gray again.
"See you in the next life!"
Zhou Cang's eyes widened, and his eyes gradually became dull. He murmured and lowered his head.
But in just a few seconds, his head was grabbed again.
A soft blue mana turned into rain and dew and poured into his body, forcing his body up.
Zhou Cang felt as if his dilapidated body had been injected with chicken blood, and he instantly gained a little more strength.
"My lord, there is no need to waste mana on us!"
He looked back at Li Jiao, who was silently performing the spell behind him, knowing very well that this state was only a short-lived stay.
Far water cannot quench the near thirst, and Li Jiao's Taiqingzhen technique cannot save his life.
Flooding with water can make him strong for a while, but without Tai Qing Zhen, his body will deteriorate again, eventually returning to its current appearance, and then die in pain.
Rather than delaying and dying one after another, Zhou Cang felt that if the treatment could not be successful, dying quickly would not be a blessing.
When he was in a daze, he heard a small rustling voice asking next to Li Jiao.
"It's really amazing. This technique is really good. Can it be spread to outsiders?"
The rules of the technique are extremely strict. Each sect has corresponding rules and will not spread them wantonly.
Even though Taiqing Zhenshu is a high-level technique announced by the Northern Military Region, it can be practiced as long as the military merit is sufficient. This is not something that can be easily passed on to others.
Risky rumors will inevitably be dealt with by military law.
Zhang Xuezhou's question about seeking knowledge was obviously very rash. This was not something a normal person could ask.
If you want to make a comparison, this is probably the same as Zhang Xuezhou’s expression to rich people in real life, ‘Your family’s money is really good, can I use it? ’ The contents of one category are similar.
“As long as you can find a way to save Zhao Mu and Zhou Cang, it doesn’t matter if I teach you the Taiqing Zhen Technique!”
Li Jiao responded lightly.
His response made Zhou Cang anxious, but only for a short moment, Zhou Cang became quiet again.
This student Hao Bugui seems to have a cure, and he has further discussions with Li Jiao.
(End of this chapter)