Violent Cultivation of Immortals through time travel

He didn't expect to hear such words.

After getting along with him for this period of time, he probably understood that the doctor was just a simple doctor, and saving him was only to fulfill the duties of a doctor, and had no other purpose.

It was precisely because of this that Yun Mingyuan was willing to relax a little in front of Han Xiumo.

But in fact, there are still spikes all over his body, such spikes are invisible and intangible.

But Han Xiumo could vaguely detect it.

He was not familiar with the young Yun Mingyuan, and even if the relationship between the two had eased a little recently, it hadn't reached the level where Yun Mingyuan could completely trust him.

Han Xiumo is not the kind of person who goes back to the past and asks his Taoist companion to fall in love with him the first time he sees him.

If he met the adult Yun Mingyuan, maybe he would have such an idea.

But the current Yun Mingyuan, in his eyes, is just a brat.

A thin and small one, if he can come up with any ideas, he will be a ghost.

In fact, when he told Yun Mingyuan to stay as his apprentice, he already regretted it.

He is an alchemist, and all he has learned is dealing with flowers, plants and spiritual plants, but he will never forget that Yun Mingyuan's talent in alchemy can be called a mudslide.

Before, he tried to let Yun Mingyuan learn how to make the simplest rubbing pills like ordinary people.

Yun Mingyuan could squeeze out pills the size of a fist.

He actually said something about asking Yun Mingyuan to be his apprentice.

Who is it torturing?

But the words had already been spoken, and it seemed strange to change his words at this time, so Han Xiumo simply shut up and waited for Yun Mingyuan's reply.

Perhaps, Yun Mingyuan has no interest in being a doctor at all?

Yun Mingyuan lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

But his voice, already one step ahead of his brain, answered: "Okay."

Han Xiumo almost knocked over the cup in his hand.

Yun Mingyuan also knew that what he did was risky, but he couldn't help it.

He is unaccompanied at Chenxi Base, and has nowhere to go.

The body is still extremely weak, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he has become a disabled person.

When he was at Feiyin base, he lived a precarious life.

Changing to Chenxi Base, there will be no change.

But he didn't want to die.

Yun Mingyuan has lived stumbling and stumbling for so many years, and even that pervert couldn't kill him, so in this world, don't expect anything to kill him.

His eyes gradually became firmer.

Using the only doctor who is good to him is nothing before the grand goal of living.

Han Xiumo choked.

Yun Mingyuan's talent in medical skills made him an apprentice...

He must let Yun Yi record these scenes, and when he sees Yun Mingyuan, let him take a good look at these black histories.

Even if it is said that there are parallel time and space in the universe, this young Yun Mingyuan may not be his Taoist companion Yun Mingyuan when he grows up.

But black history is common.

Young Yun Mingyuan may have different personalities from the grown-up Yun Mingyuan, but as long as a person sees the dark history of this period, even if he didn't do it himself, he should show some mysterious and interesting expressions, right?

Han Xiumo thought blankly.

As if he was worried that Yun Mingyuan would repent and not want to stay here, he immediately arranged everything for Yun Mingyuan: "Okay, you will follow me from today, and get up tomorrow morning to study medicine with me."

In the empire, of course, do as the Romans do, don't use words like alchemy casually.

Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be regarded as a neuropathy.

Yun Mingyuan nodded without thinking.

But obviously, Han Xiumo's guess is not wrong.

The regret that he had before was also very normal.

Because of such emotions, he must have them sooner or later!

After Han Xiumo came to Garbage Star, he has been researching the refining of medicines from some plants on Garbage Star.

This time, there is no need to use high temperature to condense the elixirs into pills.

Because for the people of the empire, perhaps potions are more trustworthy than strange things like pills.

He has an innate talent in alchemy.

Of course, refining medicine can't trouble him.

But this thing can stump Yun Mingyuan!

Yun Mingyuan was very good at memorizing medicinal materials.

He had a photographic memory in the first place, and it only took some effort to memorize the medicinal materials that Han Xiumo gave him, which was not a problem at all.

But in practice, the problem is even bigger.

First of all, he couldn't control the correct dose, which resulted in the refined medicine used to treat wounds, which looked like some kind of magic mixture, with black and purple bubbles, as if it might penetrate into the human body anytime, anywhere. It's like killing people.

Apparently it has become a poison.

Han Xiumo put away this kind of poison, and then demonstrated it to Yun Mingyuan again, watching Yun Mingyuan refine the medicine with his own eyes.

Then, he saw that Yun Mingyuan used a very rigorous and meticulous method, completely according to the ratio and dosage given by him, to refine a very weird liquid medicine, the color of which was like sticky green snot.

Han Xiumo: "..."

How did Yun Mingyuan manage to refine two completely different poisons out of one medicinal material?

He can't understand.

Yun Mingyuan was not good at alchemy, it was indeed innate.

He sighed.

Yun Mingyuan clenched his fists.

What is he doing wrong?

But he dared not ask.

Don't look at Han Xiumo as a normal person in front of him, but Yun Mingyuan has also seen it with his own eyes. Someone went to Han Xiumo's clinic to seek medical treatment and wanted to change a mechanical arm, but Han Xiumo snapped the mechanical arm cleanly. Cut it off, and just let that person faint from fright.

I don't know how Han Xiumo did it. The person who came to Han Xiumo to change the mechanical arm, when he finally left, his hands seemed to be intact.

There is no trace of the mechanical arm at all.

Of course, the most important thing is that there are no replacement parts for the robotic arm in their clinic.

Yun Mingyuan became more and more curious about the doctor.

Since then, he has fully understood that a doctor is a very sacred profession.

But why can he make the doctor's potion like this?

Yun Mingyuan looked at what he had just made, and the two pots didn't look like normal medicines at first glance, but looked at things that could poison people to death anytime, anywhere, and he couldn't help but doubt life.

Han Xiumo had a feeling that this was indeed the case.

When he suggested that Yun Mingyuan study medicine with him, Han Xiumo already had a bad feeling.

However, Yun Mingyuan's ability to make such a thing still opened his eyes a little bit.

"I was wrong."

Han Xiumo remembered a sentence he had heard from Yun Xuan, "If you persuade people to study medicine, the sky will strike you with lightning."

It really makes sense.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the ghost doctor.

The ghost doctor is a doctor on the surface, as if he can treat people.

But in fact, to put it bluntly, he is still a mechanical person.

If you really want to say it, it's probably similar to a craftsman in the cultivation world.

Isn't this Yun Mingyuan's specialty?

"I was wrong."

The young Yun Mingyuan pinched his fingers into his palm.

Was the doctor disappointed in him?

Will you send him away?

He couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Before he was six years old, he was adopted by an old man in Feiyin Base, who gave him a bite to eat and raised him until he was six years old.

He died when he was six years old.

For many years afterwards, he lived alone.

He thought he was used to it.

It was probably the days when I lived in the doctor's place recently, it was so comfortable that Yun Mingyuan sometimes even had some delusional thoughts in his heart that he didn't want to leave.

But on Garbage Star, people without any value are not worthy of survival.

Yun Mingyuan also discovered that he did not have any talent in refining medicine.

The doctor must have been disappointed in him...

Han Xiumo picked him up and put him in his arms, and left the clinic with Yun Mingyuan in a hurry.

Yun Mingyuan's face was pale.

Is this going to take him out and throw him away?

He closed his eyes.

Let the wind of the garbage star whistle in your ears.

The whole person is a bit shaky.

Even trembling.

But Han Xiumo didn't find this yet.

He directly brought Yun Mingyuan to the ghost doctor.

Hearing the sound of someone entering the door, the ghost doctor had a commercial smile on his face, and when he looked up, he saw Han Xiumo, the plague god.

His face froze: "Doctor Han, why are you back?"

It wasn't long before he managed to live in his own bed!

Why did Han Xiumo come back!

Wait, there seems to be someone in his hand?

The ghost doctor narrowed his eyes: "What? Introduced a patient to me?"

Recently, there have been some strange rumors circulating in the Chenxi base, saying that the new doctor can regenerate severed limbs, living dead human flesh and bones...

It's getting more and more outrageous.

But he didn't believe it either.

Whether Han Xiumo is a doctor or not is still the same thing.

Anyway, it's definitely not a mechanical modifier.

When he saw the person Han Xiumo was holding, he became more and more suspicious of Han Xiumo's identity as a doctor.

"Of course it's not a patient, this is my apprentice." Han Xiumo showed a smile on his face, which made people feel like a spring breeze, the kind that people couldn't help but feel good about when they saw it.

But for some reason, seeing Han Xiumo's smile, the ghost doctor only felt a sense of imminent disaster.

I don't know what kind of moth this person is going to do.

"However, his level seems to be a bit unsuitable for learning serious medical skills. I'll bring him to see if he can learn a few tricks from you, a ghost doctor."

"..." The ghost doctor felt speechless written all over his face.

He didn't understand why Han Xiumo accepted an apprentice who had no talent at all.

He also wants to push the apprentices he has accepted to his own place.

But thinking of Han Xiumo's smile before, he felt a chill down his back, and immediately agreed.

Even if you don't agree, there is no way.

He couldn't beat Han Xiumo again.