Chapter 47 Zhou Shan was injured (please ask for monthly recommendation votes)
The next month passed peacefully.
October has arrived before we know it.
Zhou Ling still attends classes every day, including exercises in the morning and technique classes in the afternoon to learn seals and sword techniques.
If you have anything you really can’t figure out, just ask Fang Jiaoxi.
Teacher Fang always gave him serious answers, saving him a lot of detours.
Go home at night and draw the tools of the Lu family workshop.
The days are busy and fulfilling.
In terms of cultivation, a spiritual acupoint was also opened again, reaching thirty-three.
At the same time, the level of imprint drawing is also constantly improving, and it is gradually possible to draw imprints with fifteen or six inscriptions.
Moreover, with the assistance of [Precise Control] and spiritual flames, the spiritual energy consumed is gradually reduced.
In addition to the fixed list of spiritual pens in the workshop, there are occasionally one or two first-level mid-grade magic weapons.
When Zhou Ling couldn't find the seal, he brought the spirit wine and asked Fang Jiaoxi.
Fang Jiaoxi not only found the imprint pattern for him, but also explained to him the key points of the imprint.
Coupled with the assistance of [Innate Talent], Zhou Ling was able to understand quickly.
This month, he drew nine spiritual pens and sold two of them himself, earning more than thirty spiritual stones.
Including the thirty spiritual stones originally in hand, there are more than sixty in total.
Zhou Ling plans to save for another month, buy cultivation aids for his father, and rent a shop for his mother.
However, he has already planned everything and will surprise his parents and make them happy!
Of course, I have to buy two fire cloud grasses this month, which will also cost more than a dozen spiritual stones.
"Brother Ling, I can no longer help you sell magic pens next month!"
On this day, after class in the morning, Yuanhu said to Zhou Ling, looking a little reluctant.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Ling took out the food box and was about to eat.
“I won’t come to the Taoist Academy next month.”
“Now I only open twenty-one spiritual points, and there is basically no chance of next year’s outer sect disciple assessment.”
"I don't want to continue practicing. I will leave the Taoist temple next month and reduce the burden on my family."
Yuanhu said helplessly.
There are only more than three months left for their current class to take the inner disciple examination next year.
The situation of most disciples is already clear. Before reaching the fourth level of Qi training, there is basically no hope.
Although Zhou Ling's class is a key class, there are still a few people who have not reached the fourth level of Qi training.
"Then what are you going to do?"
Zhou Ling couldn't help but ask.
Nowadays, the situation at Wonho's family is not optimistic. His father has not fully recovered since his last injury, although the poison has been removed.
The burden of the family fell on his mother alone. Even if he could enter the inner sect, he would not be able to pay the ceremony of becoming a master.
If I quit now, it won’t be much different from quitting next year.
"Hey, I haven't thought about it yet. I may follow my father's example and go fishing, or I may become an apprentice in the Zhao Family Spiritual Medicine Garden."
"Anyway, I'll find a way to support myself first."
Yuan Hu He shook his head and said, looking a little lonely.
He didn't have much expectations for becoming a Taoist inner disciple. Instead, he wanted to leave the Taoist temple quickly because of his family situation.
Find something to do and be able to bear some household expenses.
What made him reluctant was to leave Zhou Ling and Wang Xin.
Zhou Ling rubbed his forehead, thought for a while and said, "I plan to rent a shop recently and sell wine to my mother."
"If you really have nothing to do then, Then you can come and help.”
“I’ll sell some magic pens and the like later.”
“It shouldn’t be less than Qi Fishing!”
Once the shop is rented, my mother will have to make wine and sell it, so she will definitely be too busy.
You will also need to find someone to help you then. Wonho is quite talented in sales.
He can easily sell two or three magic pens a month.
“Brother Ling, if you want to rent a shop, I will definitely do it with you!”
Wonho scratched his head and said with a happy face, feeling a little warm in his heart.
During this period, you can earn more than one spirit stone a month by giving Zhou Ling the Teng Spirit Pen.
"Okay, just wait a few more days!"
As Zhou Ling spoke, he opened the food box, and the aroma of spiritual rice suddenly filled the air.
"Zhou Ling, something happened at home, please go back and take a look!"
At this time, Professor Fang suddenly walked into the school building and said to Zhou Ling with a serious expression.
Zhou Ling was stunned for a moment, and then asked hurriedly, "Teacher, what happened?"
"It seems that your father and his medicine-seeking team encountered a monster and were injured. You Go back and take a look first!"
Zhou Ling was shocked and hurriedly asked for leave from Fang Jiaoxi, and then left the Taoist temple in a hurry and headed home.
Yuanhu also came with him.
As soon as I arrived home, the door was open.
In the hall, Chu Xingzheng was pacing back and forth, and there were two acquaintances from the medicine search team.
"Uncle Chu, what happened to my father?"
Zhou Ling asked hurriedly.
"Brother Ling, you are here. We entered the inner mountain and encountered two late-stage first-order monsters."
"Your father was accidentally injured in order to cover our retreat. Dr. Lin is treating his injuries in the room!"
Seeing Zhou Ling, Chu Xing told him.
Zhou Ling hurriedly entered the main room.
Dr. Lin is a doctor in this area. He is a first-level mid-level alchemist and opens a small pharmacy.
In this area, if monks are usually injured or sick, they will go to the medicine shop and ask Dr. Lin for diagnosis.
He has a good reputation and the elixir charges are reasonable.
When Zhou Ling entered the room, Dr. Lin was taking his father's pulse.
My mother stood aside, her face full of worry and concern.
My father was lying on the bed, his face pale, and he seemed to be in a coma.
Dr. Lin is an old man, wearing a clean gray robe, with a goatee, and a somewhat solemn expression.
"Mom, how are you?"
Zhou Ling walked to Li Ru and asked in a low voice.
Li Ru touched Zhou Ling's head and whispered, "The meridians were injured by the monster, which is a bit serious. Fortunately, Dr. Lin has used medicine and it is better."
"So serious!" Looking at his pale father, Zhou Ling frowned.
Doctor Lin took back his hand at this moment. There was a faint green light flashing on his hand. He exhaled and said, "Fortunately, his body is strong and there is no danger for the time being."
"Thank you, Doctor Lin!" Li Ru thanked him hurriedly.
Zhou Ling also bowed his hands and thanked him.
“Fellow Daoist Zhou was attacked by a monster this time and his meridians were injured.”
“In addition, he has been practicing Dayang Fist for many years without auxiliary medicine, which resulted in damage to his meridians and increased injuries. "
Doctor Lin explained the injury to Li Ru and the others, picked up the tea bowl on the side, took a sip of tea, and continued,
"I have just taken the healing elixir, which temporarily alleviated the injury, but it can only last for a while."
"Next, we will need to use the Nourishing Pulse Pill to fully recover."< br>
"In addition, you can no longer use the blood in the body, otherwise once the meridians are completely damaged, there will be no way to save it."
Hearing this, Zhou Ling couldn't help being surprised. He didn't expect that his father's meridians had been worn out. It was so serious that I hurriedly asked, "Dr. Lin, do you know where I can buy pulse nourishing pills?"
(End of this chapter)