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Chapter 308 Chapter 308 I Know You Want
Even though his cultivation base is strong, at this moment of life and death, especially regarding the life of his beloved disciple, he is still a little nervous when facing the unknown situation ahead.

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, the desolate Sanren continued to input spiritual power into his body to maintain Wu Zixu's life.

Although he has been doing this kind of thing for several years, it is not the same now as before, it is completely dependent on him alone.

Before Ye Qiu drew blood, Wu Zixu's physical body could still cooperate with the desolate people in an instinctive way.

But now, without the blood, there would be no source of spiritual power, and all the burden fell on the barren and scattered people.

A faint medicinal scent permeated the air, Ye Qiu took a deep breath and showed a satisfied smile.

That's right, the smell of brewing is successful, as long as it takes another half a minute or so to dilute the liquid medicine, it can almost be used to purify the colorful poison in the blood.

Different from other substances, these kinds of medicinal herbs specially named by Ye Qiu for purification will not become more and more viscous like traditional medicinal herbs once they are steamed.

On the contrary, it will only dilute its potency until in the end, except for a slight change in its color, it is no different from clear water.

Because only when this expected effect is achieved, can all the colorful poison in the blood be absorbed and the purpose of purifying the blood be achieved.

"Wu Zixu doesn't have a drop of blood in his body anymore, so we can proceed to the next step." Bian Tuo reminded him from the side.

"That's right, senior, please put the blood ball into this wooden basin." Ye Qiu nodded.

The poisonous blood showed a strange look, and even Bian Tuo dared not move for fear of being infected with the colorful poison.

The ghost knows how it will be spread. If it is infected by touching it, then Bian Tuo will cry to death in front of Ye Qiu.

Because Ye Qiu must help him get rid of the poison.

"嗤啦", as soon as the huge blood clot came into contact with the almost transparent medicinal liquid, a large amount of white smoke rose instantly, as if some chemical reaction had occurred, permeating the air, emitting a pungent and unpleasant smell .

Then, an astonishing scene took place, the liquid in the wooden basin started to boil, like magma in a volcano, churning up and down, and bubbles came out one after another.

Such a phenomenon in such viscous blood seemed somewhat strange.

Ye Qiu opened his eyes wide in that tub of blood, as if he saw two forces fighting to the death.

One side is the frightening colorful poison, while the other side is the purification potion carefully prepared by Ye Qiu.

Looking at the lively scene in the basin, Desolate Sanren couldn't help asking: "How long will it take?"

"I'm not too sure about this, it should be soon, and we will see obvious changes by then." Ye Qiudan said with a smile.

That's right, Ye Qiu wasn't lying to Huangwu Sanren, he was telling the truth, because it was the first time he used this method, so he was somewhat uncertain.

As time passed, Desolate Sanren only felt that every second that passed was a torment for him.

Seeing Wu Zixu lying there with a pale face, Desolate Sanren secretly made up his mind, for the sake of his apprentice, he must hold on!

Bian Tuo, who is also a doctor, looked at Wu Zixu with curious eyes, as if he was looking at the positions of the silver needles on his body.

"If seniors also want to know about the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate and are willing to carry it forward, I can share it with seniors."

"what?!"

Ye Qiu's words not only startled Bian Tuo, but also surprised Lu Wu San Ren.

Isn't this kid crazy? For such an important inheritance, if you say share it with others, share it with others?

Wouldn't your master settle accounts with you?

In the world of monks, every exercise is an exclusive secret book, and it is impossible to pass it on to others easily.

This is not only because of the skills and their preciousness, but more because if the skills you cultivate are known to too many people, it is easy for people to find flaws.

Imagine how terrifying it would be if your enemies knew who they were and who they were.

Lost the initiative in an instant!

Not to mention that Ye Qiu took the initiative to teach Bian Tuo the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate.

At this time, the two old men were more willing to believe that Ye Qiu was joking.

"Uh... let's talk about this later, the most urgent thing is to cure Wu Zixu."

"Good senior." Ye Qiu nodded slightly.

Bian Tuo on the side still couldn't calm down for a long time.

Frankly speaking, at that moment his heart was moved, of course he was willing to learn the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, and he was willing to pay any price.

That is a treasure in the medical world, a priceless existence.

It is impossible for everyone who is obsessed with medical skills to refuse such a treasure.

The boiling blood in the wooden tub gradually calmed down, which was obviously different from the initial situation. Now the blood is more clear, as if some impurities have been removed.

"It seems that the blood has been purified, and now it can be reinfused into Zixu's body." Ye Qiu smiled lightly.

"Really? That's great, don't be dumbfounded, Bian Tuo, hurry up and do what Ye Xiaoge said!"

Desolate Sanren can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

If he dragged on for a while, he would not be able to hold on to it himself.

Ye Qiu took out a silver needle and pierced the blood in the basin, then took a look and found that the color hadn't changed.

Sure enough, the colorful poison has been eliminated.

Interesting and highly poisonous, the person who cultivated this kind of poison is also a genius.

In mid-air, the dark red blood merged into a fine river, flowing from the wooden basin into Wu Zixu's body.

Until the last drop was gone, Wu Zixu's shriveled body turned rosy at this moment.

And the mental outlook of the whole person has improved a lot, but he is still in a coma, as if he is asleep.

"Brother Ye, when will Zixu wake up?" Desolate Sanren asked a little nervously.

There is no doubt that Ye Qiu's treatment had the desired effect, at least Wu Zixu's physical body returned to normal, and after careful observation, there seemed to be no abnormalities in his body, just like ordinary people.

"Now." Ye Qiu strode forward and pulled out all the silver needles from various acupuncture points on Wu Zixu's body.

"I... where am I?" A weak voice came.

"Zixu! You've finally woken up, you can be relieved as a teacher!"

Desolate Sanren rushed over, grasped Wu Zixu's hand, his expression was agitated, all kinds of emotions rushed into his heart, and he didn't know how to express it.

"Master...Master, did you...rescue me?" Wu Zixu blinked and looked at Lulu Sanren with the same gratitude.

"No, I don't have that ability as a teacher. It was this brother Ye Qiuye who cured you. After you recover, you must thank him well!"

"Senior, let's talk about the past first. Senior Biantuo and I will go outside for a while and discuss other matters later."

It was not easy for the master and apprentice to reunite, and Ye Qiu was an outsider after all. Even if he played a vital role during this period, this kind of moment was still reserved for the master and apprentice.

"Okay, I'll go out and find you right away!" Desolate Sanren nodded, naturally understood Ye Qiu's intentions, and gave him a grateful look.

As for asking Wu Zixu to thank Ye Qiu, he was not in a hurry.

After leaving the secret room, Ye Qiu and Bian Tuo fell silent looking at the herbs all over the mountains and plains.

Both parties knew what the other wanted to say, but neither of them wanted to take the initiative to speak.

"What I said before is true. If senior is willing, I can share the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate with senior."

Guessing that Bian Tuo couldn't get rid of that face, Ye Qiu decided to give him a step down.

"If you have any conditions, tell me, as long as it is beyond my ability, I will try my best to satisfy you."

Bian Tuo took a deep breath, the desire for the thirteen needles of the ghost gate still defeated his remaining rationality.

Anyway, it was Ye Qiu who proposed it first, and it's not a free study, as long as the compensation is enough, there is no need to feel guilty.

"It's not that special. Although I know some medical skills, I'm not like my predecessors. With a sect as support, it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice!"

"So I think senior can provide some medicinal materials, so that my medical skills can be considered useful." Ye Qiu smiled lightly.

Hearing what he said, Bian Tuo breathed a sigh of relief.

Why do you think, I just want some medicinal materials!

I dare not say anything else, there are not many medicinal materials?

The whole mountain belongs to his Biantuo, and he can grow as many medicinal materials as he wants. In a sense, as long as Biantuo is willing to cultivate, it is basically inexhaustible.

"No problem, you can use the medicinal materials of this mountain as you like!"

"Thank you, senior!" Ye Qiu's expression brightened, it seemed that he had achieved his goal.

"This is the training manual for the thirteen needles of the ghost gate. As long as the seniors follow the instructions above and practice diligently, they will be fully mastered in a short time."

Ye Qiu took out a booklet bound with several sheets of paper from the storage ring, and handed it to Bian Tuo.

With excitement, Bian Tuo took the booklet.

Although it looked like Ye Qiu was dealing with an insignificant item, to Bian Tuo, it was a dream treasure.

"You can use the medicinal materials in the medicine warehouse as you like. I'll study the acupuncture method first, and I'll come to you when that old barren guy comes out!"

After finishing speaking, Bian Tuo couldn't wait to stride away, so excited that he couldn't be more excited, even ignoring the surprised eyes of the boy beside him.

What's wrong with Master, I've never seen him lose his composure like this before.

Could it be that some great happy event happened?

Seeing Biantuo's leaving back, Ye Qiu stroked the storage ring. After opening it, he looked at the nearly [-] square meters of space left inside, showing a simple and honest smile.

Anyway, Bian Tuo only said to take it at will, and did not limit the quantity.

Then if he searched all of them, he wouldn't say anything, would he?

Seeing Ye Qiu approaching with a smile on his face, the two guards at the door of the medicine warehouse did not stop him.

Because Bian Tuo's voice was loud enough just now, he naturally heard what he said.

The medicinal materials in the pharmacy can be taken with Ye Qiu!

Walking slowly into the medicine warehouse, Ye Qiu stretched.

Ready to get to work!
After a long while, Wu Zixu was helped out of the secret room by the desolate man, just in time to see Ye Qiu standing beside a row of empty shelves.

His brows were furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

"Brother Ye, why are you standing here alone, where is that old bastard Bian Tuo?" Desolate Sanren asked with a smile.

Wu Zixu's recovery improved the mental state of Desolate Sanren.

"Oh, Senior Bian Tuo, he went to study the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate." Ye Qiu said with a faint smile.

"You... really taught him this acupuncture technique?" Desolate Sanren still couldn't believe it.

"Yes, such exercises that can benefit living beings should not be mastered by one person."

"If doctors can master it, wouldn't it be possible to save more patients?"

Ye Qiu's words made the desolate man dumbfounded, and for a moment he felt reverence for him.

This kind of layout is rare in the world!

"Brother Ye's magnanimity is really a role model for my generation, I admire it!" Wu Zixu clasped his fists in praise.

Originally, he was only grateful to Ye Qiu.

Hearing Ye Qiu's words, he was filled with reverence again.

"I don't dare to act, I just did what I should do. It seems that Brother Zixu is recovering well, and he must have exhausted his strength!"

"That's right! This is what I especially want to ask Brother Ye, why does his strength still increase after being poisoned?" Wu Zixu asked quickly.

This is not only his question, even the desolate and scattered people have not figured it out.

Generally speaking, after recovering from a serious illness, the body will be in a period of weakness, and the strength will decline, and it will take a long time for recuperation to return to normal.

But Wu Zixu was different. Not only did he not become weak, but his strength also improved, which obviously broke the cognition of the barbaric Sanren.

After thinking about it, he could probably guess that the problem might be Ye Qiu.

"That's because the purification potion I prepared can not only purify the colorful poison, but the potion itself is also a great tonic."

"Every kind of medicinal material contains huge energy, which is why brother Zixu's strength can be improved." Ye Qiu explained with a smile.

"I see. No wonder I recovered so quickly. I really want to thank Brother Ye this time. Please accept my blessing!"

After finishing speaking, Wu Zixu was about to bend down.

"I can't help it. You are Xiaoyao's senior brother, so you are my friend. Isn't that what you should do to save your friend's life, so you don't have to be so polite with me." Ye Qiu gave Wu Zixu a hug.

"This... well, it seems that there is only another way to thank Brother Ye." Wu Zixu had no choice but to give up.

"That's right, anyway, there will be more time in the future, and you two brothers will have plenty of time to spend together."

"Let's go find that kid Xiaoyao first, he must be very happy to see you back to normal." Desolate Sanren said with a smile.

"Good master, I just missed that brat too!" Wu Zixu said with a light smile.

After wading on an iceberg for several years, during which most of the time his consciousness remained, this kind of loneliness and pain was only known to him.

So to regain control of life, it felt a little unreal for a while.

Looking at the empty shelves on both sides, Desolate Sanren felt a little guilty.

What's the situation? Could it be that thieves have entered the medicine store?

(End of this chapter)