My Taoist Companion is the White Wolf

Rao's steel-like will can't stop Hua Yang from being shocked into a meme.

He kept staring open-mouthed for a long time, until a lump of sweet potato was stuffed into his hand, which was heavy.

Looking down, it is fresh and juicy, with plump and plump sweet potato vines and leaves.

It's not what's on the market at all.

Hua Yang reluctantly retracted his chin shell, opened his mouth, always feeling full of problems, but he couldn't say a word when the words came to his mouth.

What are you asking?

What can I ask?

He numbly pinched a sweet potato leaf into his mouth and chewed a few mouthfuls mechanically.

Ah, really, not a dream, just sweet potato leaves freshly picked from the field.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but it seems that the taste is sweeter than the ones I've tasted before, almost catching up with the fruit.

Are sweet potato leaves such a delicious thing?Huayang was a little confused.

Yunhong: "..."

There are fresh and refreshing sweet potatoes, what do you say you eat the leaves?

After a long time, Hua Yang said dryly, "Is this the job you're looking for?"

To plant land?

Although he didn't say it out loud, Yunhong still got the unfinished meaning from his eyes, and his mood was very complicated for a while.

"Brother, have you ever heard of cultivating immortals?"

Hua Yang's spirit was immediately lifted, "Is it the one that flies into the sky and escapes to the ground to live forever?"

Yunhong said vaguely, "Almost."

He can't guarantee whether he can live forever now, but judging from the current momentum, living for three to five hundred years is not a problem.

Hua Yang opened his mouth like a fish, rubbed his face dryly a few times, and finally put together his fragmented thoughts.

"That is to say, you are now cultivating immortals for the country?"

I have to say that this truth is a bit weird.

But if you think about it carefully, there is nothing wrong with it.

Yunhong felt that he must have a lot in common with the head portrait of Xiao Hongqi in Group D, so he took out his ID from the Bureau of Labor Affairs to show him.

Hua Yang reached out his hand to touch the steel seal of the national emblem a few times, and clicked his tongue, "I seem to have heard of this name before."

Yunhong regained his spirits, "Do you also know?"

Hua Yang returned the certificate to him and shook his head, "It doesn't count, I just heard it occasionally, but we don't know exactly what happened."

A few years ago, when he was still a soldier, the snow-capped mountains within the scope of his patrol suddenly quaked one day, triggering a series of avalanches that collapsed many boundary markers and guard posts.The superiors were going to arrange for them to rescue people, but they were stopped before they could start.

At that time, everyone was puzzled and anxious. As the squad leader, he took the initiative to ask for instructions, and the answer he got was to stay put and stand by.

Later, it seemed that a few people came from outside. After they entered the mountain, the avalanche gradually stopped.

There should have been no living people under the sentry post that was overwhelmed by the avalanche, but the next morning, all of those people appeared at the door of the dormitory. Not only did they not die, but their physical fitness improved a lot.

Everyone was very curious, but when asked, those people remained silent, only occasionally leaking a few words such as "don't move the game" and "immortal" with expressions of shock and yearning...

Hua Yang patted Yunhong's shoulder with a smile, "Good boy, you're doing well."

In any case, there is nothing wrong with following the country.

"Then you disappeared suddenly before," Hua Yang gestured with his hand, "Is it because you are practicing in seclusion?"

"Almost." Yun Hong said.

Hua Yang couldn't hide his gossip, "Then you can live forever like what you said?"

"I'm not sure yet," Yunhong said with a smile, "Anyway, I can live longer. How about you, Brother Yang, have you ever thought about longevity?"

"Who thought of that!" Hua Yang laughed, and blurted out, "It's unrealistic!"

But after seeing Yunhong, and then looking at the bunch of fresh sweet potatoes that just grew, he felt that the previous conclusion was too early.

"Then think about it now."

Yunhong urged.

Huayang really remembered.

He giggled twice, thinking more and more vigorously, rubbing his hands, squinting his eyes, sighing for a while, shaking his head for a while, and his face turned rosy.

Yunhong didn't rush, just waited with a smile on his face.

After a while, Hua Yang sighed, "Forget it."

Yunhong was very surprised, "Why?"

There is no doubt about the allure of longevity, otherwise there wouldn't be so many emperors and generals madly asking for immortality.

Hua Yang scratched his head and exhaled slowly, "If everyone lives a long life, that's okay. But if it's just me... forget it."

Watching relatives and friends around him leave one by one with his own eyes, but he was powerless, this feeling made him feel horrible just thinking about it.

Yunhong was stunned.

He never thought about it.

Because there is never a need to think about it.

His parents don't want him, and his grandparents are not close to him. The only grandparents who love him dearly have passed away one after another a few years ago...

He was already alone.

When he looked down and saw the wolf fur pendant on his waist, Yunhong felt something was wrong.

No, I'm not alone now.

There are also colleagues who don't move the game!

He has always been very good at coaxing himself, but just thinking about it makes him happy again.

As long as it comes, it will be safe, and it is very good now.

"Brother, stretch out your legs."

Yunhong rubbed his hands together and said with a smile.

Hua Yang did as expected, and laughed again, "By the way, I almost forgot that you studied Chinese medicine, massage? Don't mention it, my legs really hurt a little these two days."

The area around Baishi Village is rich in water and the climate is relatively humid. Outsiders may think it is suitable for health preservation, but for people like them with old injuries, winter is particularly difficult.

Yunhong put his hands on his knees, and while massaging, he released a ray of spiritual consciousness to look inside.

Spiritual consciousness is the incarnation of the will of the immortal cultivator, and reflects to Yunhong the situation along the way, which is clearer and more in-depth than the endoscope of modern medicine.

The situation is bad.

Although there was speculation before, the condition of Huayang's legs was far worse than Yunhong thought.

Because of patrolling in the ice and snow all year round, the harsh environment and excessive exercise caused serious wear and tear on the knees, and the cold and humidity took advantage of it. The tendons, nerves and joints were damaged to varying degrees, and the blackness was covered with layers of black air. , is simply a mess.

The most serious is the sequela left by frostbite.

Long-term exposure to low-temperature and humid environments can cause blood vessels on the surface of the body to spasm, resulting in insufficient oxygen and blood supply, which in turn damages cells, and what is manifested is tissue necrosis.

Huayang is still able to move freely now, all supported by his youth, and to put it bluntly, he is relying on his old self.

After a few more years, when you get older, your body functions will decline and you will not be able to hold back.Not to mention work, thank God for not being paralyzed in bed.

Seeing Yunhong's serious expression, Hua Yang went to comfort him instead, and wrote lightly: "It's nothing, it's just chilblain, everyone is like this, I'll put some heat on it and it'll be fine."

Some people have amputated limbs, and they can come back safely, have a decent job, and be content.

Yunhong pursed his lips and said fiercely, "Don't disturb the doctor's treatment!"

Yugong, Huayang serves the country; Yu privately, he is an elder brother who cares about him, and he must find a way to heal him no matter what.

Hua Yang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "Okay, okay, bro, shut up."

The kid is getting older and has a temper.

The previous experience with the big persimmon tree inspired Yunhong. Since spiritual power can reverse the damage and promote growth, then Huayang should be saved.

Yunhong collected his mind, distributed a ray of spiritual power, and followed the path that his spiritual consciousness had just walked to the wound.

I wanted to nourish it slowly, but I didn't expect that the spiritual power would be swallowed up directly after encountering the backlog of black energy.

Ok?

Hua Yang wanted to tell Yunhong that it doesn't matter if it can't be cured, after all, frostbite is recognized as irreversible, but he didn't expect to feel soreness in his knees before he opened his mouth.

He hissed, his legs twitched instinctively, and then he realized something was wrong:

I know the condition of his knee very well. In the past two days, the police have been called out a few times, and he was exposed to the cold wind outside, and the pain was extremely severe. When he stretched and stretched a little, he felt like the stretched rubber band was scraped by a razor blade. It was cold and prickly, and it felt like a throbbing pain.

But now, it's not cold anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore? !

It's not quite accurate, to be precise, it's bearable!

He blinked, his voice trembling slightly, "Is this your ability to massage, or is it some kind of fairy method?"

Even though he asked, he already had a guess in his heart.

It’s not that I haven’t been to the hospital before. I’ve tried acupuncture, massage, plaster, and western medicine. I’ve tried everything to relieve pain at most, but I don’t feel the way I do now.

No external force can replace this kind of physical relaxation.

It was the first time he was treating someone, and Yunhong felt a little confused, and kept paying attention to his reaction, fearing that he would not be able to bear too much input at one time.

"how do you feel?"

Hua Yang nodded vigorously, the corners of his eyes were a little red, "It couldn't be better."

He is willing to give, but it doesn't mean he doesn't desire a healthy body.

Who wouldn't be thrilled to have a chance of recovery?

Yunhong breathed a sigh of relief, and increased the input of spiritual power.

In his field of vision, beams of light blue spiritual power scrambled into the tendons, blood vessels, periosteum, etc. of Huayang's knees that were glued together. The dead cells were stripped off, and the newly born cells quickly replaced them. location, recasting links between dried-up organizations...

They are all rejuvenating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

These new cells stimulated by spiritual power are very different from Huayang's own cells, and there is a faint spiritual energy in them.

Strictly speaking, they are no longer cells, but a new form of existence.

The bulging and tingling sensation rolled over, Huayang couldn't help groaning, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his eyes turned black, and his entire lower body twitched due to the severe pain.

For a damaged mortal, the pain of such short-term body remodeling is unbearable.

Yunhong immediately cut off the input of spiritual power.

Hua Yang took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, "It doesn't matter, I can bear it!"

Who can endure endless torture after having tasted the sweetness?He really dreamed of getting back to his original healthy body.

"You can't become fat if you eat one bite," Yun Hong said, "Your situation is serious, and you are too old, so you have to take your time."

The physique of ordinary people is still too weak. If they finish it in one go, Huayang will probably go into shock.

Just when Grandpa Hua came out to pour water, he was startled when he saw his grandson collapsed on the ground, sweating profusely, panting as if he had just been lifted out of the water.

"what happened?"

Hua Yang got up on his own, with a lightness between his brows that was rarely seen in these years, "It's okay, Xiaohong is giving me a massage to treat my legs."

He had already given up, thinking that it would be a day to survive, but now someone told him that it can be cured!

How are you!

He felt that the days suddenly became more rushing, and he almost wanted to rush to the yard and shout a few times.

"Yes, yes, we are doctors." Grandpa Hua felt a little distressed, and asked Yunhong again, "Can it be cured?"

Ever since his grandson changed his job and returned home, his illness has become the heart disease of the old couple. The good boy at such a young age, his legs and feet are not as good as these old guys!

But the doctor said that it can't be cured, it can only be maintained... Every time the old couple thinks about it, they will cry secretly.

Yunhong was also very excited, "It can be cured!"

Can cure!

His guess was right!

Perhaps the essence of cultivating immortals is to use the spiritual energy transformed by the spiritual energy to continuously transform the human body, and finally completely replace the cells with spiritual power, allowing the cultivator to complete a qualitative transformation.

In this sense, the immortal cultivator has truly realized the integration with the heaven and the earth, completely breaking away from the shackles of the flesh/body.

When returning to the small courtyard on the mountain, Yunhong's mind was still racing like a horse:

It is good that the damage can be reversed, but the old cells and tissues that have peeled off cannot be ignored, and they cannot be allowed to accumulate in the body.

Isn't that the same as space junk?Sooner or later it is a hidden danger.

When he saw the light blue eggshell-shaped defense array from a distance, Yunhong remembered a basic medicine in the cultivation world, Peiyuan Pill.

Peiyuan Pill, as the name suggests, has only one effect, which is to strengthen the foundation and cultivate the essence.

To put it simply, it can remove impurities from the human body and adjust the body to the best condition. It is easier for monks to sense the aura of heaven and earth, and then draw it into the body.