Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

Two days later, when all kinds of spiritual plants were ready, Wen Song was taken by Dao Tong to the Qianzhu Hall where Zhenjun Chongyao made medicine.

When he entered, he saw a square medicinal cauldron in the center of the hall, engraved with four holy beasts, Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku and Xuanwu, on the four sides.

And around the medicine cauldron, there are large and small jade boxes scattered and overlapping, and at a glance, there are at least a hundred kinds of spiritual plants.

Wen Song looked at those jade boxes, his black eyes showed some surprise, "Master, are all these for me?"

"Well," Chong Yao summoned the natal spirit fire in his dantian, and put it under the medicine cauldron, "Take off your clothes and go in."

Wen Song, who was asked to take off his clothes as soon as he came in, panicked, "Take off now?"

Chong Yao glanced at him, "Hurry up, don't waste time."

Under Chong Yao's urging gaze, Wen Song could only quickly untie his belt and jump into the medicine furnace.

When I first entered, the water was still lukewarm, and it was very comfortable to soak in, which made Wen Song sigh comfortably.

Chongyao saw that people had entered, and began to add spiritual plants to the medicine cauldron, such as Kushangcao, Nanchoucao, Zhaoyehua, Hanzhilei, and the spirit plants and medicines fell into the medicine cauldron. It gradually turned into a misty blue that is as clear as the sea of ​​smoke.

When the spirit and plant were blending, Chong Yao formed a seal with both hands and poured it into the spirit fire of the medicine cauldron. The warm water suddenly evaporated and became scalding instantly.

The clearest experience was Wen Song who was in it. The moment the water temperature rose, his skin was immediately burned pink, and the direction of the blood flow under the skin could be seen through.

Wen Song trembled, and was about to jump out of the medicine cauldron. Unexpectedly, Chongyao saw him move, and immediately placed a barrier on the top of the medicine cauldron, "Hold it."

When Wen Song heard this, tears burst into his eyes, and he wanted to hold back, but it hurt too much!

"Uncle, I... can I go out?"

Seeing how miserable he was crying, Chong Yao felt some sympathy in his heart, but he still firmly rejected him, "No, if I can't cure you, my bodhi fruit will disappear."

While replying to Wen Song's words, he used his spiritual sense to perceive the fusion of spiritual plants in the medicine cauldron.

As time went by, the temperature in the medicine cauldron became better and better, and the medicine power invaded his body. The spiritual plants in front were the things that shattered the meridians. When the medicine power was attached to the meridians, the meridians collapsed inch by inch. Disappeared.

During this process, Wen Song's tears fell more and more fiercely, and he cried out in pain from time to time. His lips were bright red, which was the only bright color on that snow-white face, but when he got closer, he realized that it was just It was the blood that flowed out after the lip was bitten.

Wen Song leaned against the side of the medicine cauldron, his body twitched slightly from the torment, and he couldn't say a single complete sentence.

It was a pain of flesh and blood being removed.

Chong Yao saw that his eyes seemed to be distracted, and a voiceless voice passed over, "Concentrate, don't immerse yourself in the pain, feel the power of the medicine that melts into the body, and let them be used for you. The more thorough the use of these spiritual plants, the more reborn The stronger the meridians are."

Wen Song listened to Chong Yao's words, and subconsciously did as he said.

He tried his best to ignore the pain in his body, and forced himself to immerse his consciousness into the meridians in his body. For a long time at the beginning, he could still feel the feeling of gouging bones and flesh, but after a little further, he could feel it. : His mind is melting into his body bit by bit.

After a day and a night, Chong Yao finally completed the process of breaking the pulse. With his left hand, he squeezed out a complicated formula, and with his right hand, he began to throw the pulse-condensing spiritual plant into the medicine cauldron.

When more than seventy spiritual plants were put into the medicine cauldron one by one, the boiling water suddenly returned to calm, and the misty blue spiritual liquid turned vermilion just now.

The pain of condensing the pulse is no less than that of breaking the pulse, and this process requires more care and concentration. Big beads of sweat rolled down Wen Song's forehead. This has nothing to do with his consciousness, but his body spontaneously had such a reaction.

It was another night, the spiritual liquid in the medicine cauldron was slowly absorbed by the body, and it faded from vermilion to light red, and the pulse coagulation was completed.

The last step in reshaping the meridians is to solidify the meridians, Chong Yao's gestures change, and he puts the Fa Jue under the medicine cauldron.

Two days later, there were fewer and fewer jade boxes around the medicine cauldron, which also meant that the reconstruction of the meridians was about to be completed.

Chong Yao looked at Wen Song in the medicine cauldron with tears streaming down his face, and formed the last medicine trick.

All that was left was to wait for him to wake up by himself.

After Chongyao left the Qianzhu Hall, he ordered Daotong to stay outside and not allow anyone to enter.

"Yes, Majesty."

It has been five days since Wen Song regained consciousness in the medicine cauldron. He slowly opened his eyes, and blinked his beautiful, dark eyes, which were washed clean and clear with tears.

Wen Song touched his cheek and found that there were still dry tears on it. He wiped his face and crawled out of the medicine cauldron.

After coming out of Qianzhu Hall, Wen Song went to thank Zhenjun Chongyao.

When Chongyao saw the person, there was an expectant smile on his lips, "I only hope that the younger brother can send me the Bodhi fruit earlier."

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In Changyue Peak.

"What did Chong Yao say before you left?"

Sang Yi asked.

Wen Song repeated the words of Zhenjun Chongyao.

With a sound of "pa", Sang Yi shattered the floating hand on the chair.

Wen Song was taken aback by the news above, he suspected that his master might want to go back on his word.

Sang Yi said coldly: "Go and tell Chong Yao that he can get it himself if he wants it."

"Yes."

Wen Song could only be forced to act as a mouthpiece between the two.

Chong Yao didn't mind whether the bodhi fruit was sent over or he took it himself. After hearing Wen Song's words, he happily went to Changyue Peak.

Wen Song didn't know what happened after that.

After he returned to his cave, he dropped a formation disk at the door, and then began to retreat.

Although the process of reshaping the meridians was very painful, it also benefited him a lot. He is not the original owner, so he is very ignorant about the operation of spiritual power. Now after this experience, he just made up for his shortcoming. The board, let him have a thorough understanding of the various veins of the body.

Wen Song closed his eyes, and carefully decomposed the insights he had gained these days in the sea of ​​consciousness, especially the battle he fought against the monsters. The reason why he made himself so miserable was because of his love for Ling The use of force is not proficient enough.

Therefore, he kept replaying the scene of the battle with the monster in the sea of ​​consciousness, and then transformed into it, and started a new round of battle. He needed to make his control of spiritual power more precise, even if it was a tiny bit, it would be impossible. Can't be wasted.

When retreating, time always flies faster, and two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Compared with the last time, the breath on Wen Song's body has settled down and softened a lot. He can even feel that as long as he stretches out his hand enough, he can touch the film of the foundation-building period.

Before he could continue thinking, a familiar voice came from the sea of ​​consciousness, "Ugly thing."

Wen Song came to his senses immediately, "Friend Yin, why haven't you contacted me for a long time?"

Yin Su is very satisfied with the clinginess of the little / slave / slave, "Do you really want me to contact you?"

"Yes," Wen Song replied very frankly, "I don't have any friends here, if you can talk to me more, I will be very happy."

"You mean, once you make a new friend, you won't need me?"

Yin Su's tone was a little unpredictable.

"How could it be?" Wen Song heard the change in his tone, and quickly denied: "Even if I make new friends, Fellow Daoist Yin is very important to me."

Yin Su understood the meaning of his words, and a dark color appeared in his eyes like ink dyed, "Then have you made new friends?"

Wen Song thought of Yu Zihui, and said, "There is one."

"Oh, how did you meet?"

Yin Su's voice was soft, and he couldn't tell whether it was happiness or anger.

Wen Song didn't have much defense against Yin Su. After hearing his question, he talked about the process of the two getting to know each other, including the matter of his injury later in order to save Yu Zihui.

Yin Su crushed the white jade cup in his hand, "You like that Senior Brother Yu very much?"

Wen Song said: "Brother Yu is quite a nice guy."

There was a gloomy look between Yin Su's brows, his palm was cut by the fragments of the jade cup, and blood dripped down his feet.

作者有话要说：感谢在2019-12-1822:27:16~2019-12-1922:03:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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