The story of the reborn pharmacist

Feng Family Tea House, Feng Yongfeng, Wei Ziqin has actually heard about this character in his previous life. I have to say that this Feng Family Patriarch is indeed a very magical character.

As mentioned before, the world of mortals and the world of cultivation are almost isolated from each other. Mortals have no way to use the monks' pills or magic tools, and vice versa. In order to avoid hindering the practice, for As long as you are a monk from an orthodox sect, you will not be involved in the affairs of the mortal world.

It is almost impossible for a mortal without any background to get in touch with a monk.And this Feng Yongfeng did exactly this thing that is completely impossible for ordinary people... Yes, he sold the tea from his own tea plantation to the cultivation world, and even became popular among several sects in the future.

Now, this miraculous Patriarch of the Feng family is sitting opposite Wei Ziqin. He no longer looks as vigorous as before, with a haggard appearance and a gloomy expression, as if the whole person is curled up into a ball.

Wei Ziqin couldn't help sighing after hearing the other party's request: "Master Feng, it's not that I don't want to help you, but you should have known it when you asked about it earlier. I'm not a medical practitioner, not even an alchemist. There’s really nothing you can do about things like seeing a doctor.”

Pharmacists and alchemists sound very similar, but in essence they are two completely different ways of practice.

It goes without saying that alchemists use furnaces to refine alchemy, but pharmacists mainly cultivate spiritual grasses and elixir to purify true energy and refine cultivation bases. If you ask him to cure a disease of a demon who has become a spirit, he said Maybe he can find a way to try it, and in turn he wants to treat people or something... At most, he can only slowly use food supplements to help the other person recuperate when the other party has no serious problems.

"No, no, I think the young master has misunderstood." Seeing the other party's embarrassment, Feng Yongfeng said quickly, "I also know that I am in a difficult position, but now, now, my granddaughter is going to be unable to bear it. I hope you can go over and take a look, if it doesn't work in the end..."

Feng Yongfeng was about to cry when he said that.

Wei Ziqin looked at the old man who was over sixty years old and full of white hair, somewhat embarrassed. If the other party used strong means to force him to pass, he might be able to harden his heart and simply refuse, as it is now.

"Okay," Wei Ziqin finally nodded, full of helplessness, "Take me to see your little granddaughter first."

Feng Yongfeng's home is not in the city, but in a small manor outside Hanyang City, not far from Hanyang City, and it takes about half an hour to walk there by carriage.

Probably because of the recent accident of the owner's granddaughter, there are not many servants serving in Zhuangzi.Even the yard where the child lives is also very empty, only two boys are looking at the medicine stove outside, the doors and windows of the house are closed, and a five or six-year-old girl is lying on the bed, her brows are tightly knit, and she is constantly crying out in pain. hum.

Wei Ziqin opened the curtain and walked into the room, took a look from a distance, and suddenly frowned slightly.Isn't the little girl's face a little too rosy?

However, it was obvious that there was no way to see more clearly from such a distance, and when Wei Ziqin wanted to get closer to take a closer look, he was suddenly stopped by someone.

"Who told you to come in?"

With the voice, a tall and strong middle-aged man walked into the house, holding a bowl of freshly fried soup in his hand.

"Qi Dong, this one is..." Feng Yongfeng walked over to explain, but was interrupted before he finished speaking.

Feng Qidong's complexion was very bad, regardless of whether there were outsiders present, he opened his mouth and said, "Father, how many times have I told you that Xiner is sick now, why did you invite these messy people to come home again?"

Before Wei Ziqin could speak, there was a change on the side of the sick child.The originally quiet child suddenly coughed violently, like a dehydrated carp, his body was constantly struggling, his face was flushed, and he could almost bleed.

"Xin'er!" Feng Yongfeng was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, he rushed over regardless.

His face was too rosy, even more energetic than a healthy person, but it seemed as if the oil had run out and the lamp had dried up.

Wei Ziqin stepped forward to take a look, and suddenly guessed a possibility in his heart, turned his head and said to Feng Yongfeng: "You often do business with Xianmen, I wonder if there are any plants in your hand that have just been picked recently, and the plants are relatively intact. Herbs or medicines."

"Spirit grass?" Suddenly hearing Wei Ziqin's question, Feng Yongfeng raised his head suspiciously.

"You want to use spirit grass to treat Xin'er?" The middle-aged man next to him was stunned at first, and then he couldn't help becoming angry, "Are you kidding, ordinary people can't use spirit grass and medicine, you want to harm Are you dead Xiner!"

Wei Ziqin especially wanted to say that ordinary people just can't take refined elixir, and it's not that they can't take any spiritual herbs at all.

But now is obviously not the time to argue about this: "I just said that the spirit grass needs to be used, not that it is necessary to give it to your girl directly."

The middle-aged man over there wanted to talk again, but was stopped by Feng Yongfeng: "Yes, there are two plants in total, both of which were collected from the villagers two days ago. , a water jade flower of the lower grade of the yellow rank."

"The low-grade water jade flower will do," Wei Ziqin said.

Regardless of his son's objection, the Patriarch of the Feng family quickly brought the spirit grass over.

After receiving the water jade flower handed over by Feng Yongfeng, Wei Ziqin lifted the child up from the bed, asked him to pose with five hearts facing the sky, put the spirit grass in the center of the child's overlapping hands, and finally poured a ray of true energy into the child's body. Among the spirit grass.

Shuiyuhua is cold in nature, slightly poisonous, and has the effect of containing spiritual energy. Most monks usually use it to refine weapons, and they don't put it into medicine pills, which is just suitable for children's current situation.

Following Wei Ziqin's movement, the child with his eyes closed was shocked and suddenly let out a painful snort.Just when Feng Yongfeng wanted to rush over in a hurry, he saw a burst of white light suddenly burst out from the slightly dim water jade flower, like a huge vortex, attracting all the excess spiritual energy of the child into it.

Seeing that everything was going well in front of him, Wei Ziqin breathed a sigh of relief, and finally let go of his hand when there was no more spirit oozing from the child, and put the child back on the bed.

"This, this..." Seeing the sudden improvement of his granddaughter's expression, Feng Yongfeng almost wept with joy, opening his mouth several times without knowing what to say.

The reason why he invited Wei Ziqin to see a doctor for his little granddaughter was because he had no choice but to choose. He never thought that Wei Ziqin would actually be able to cure the child's illness, and it was in such a short period of time.

The middle-aged man next to him also looked shocked, and couldn't help being a little annoyed, regretting what he said to Wei Ziqin just now.

"It's all right now," Wei Ziqin raised his head and said without trying to argue with the other party, "don't worry, the child is not really sick, but just ate some kind of spiritual fruit by mistake, because he doesn't have spiritual roots and can't absorb it." The spiritual energy in the fruit will cause the excess spiritual energy to stagnate in the meridians, so that the previous symptoms appear. Now the excess spiritual energy has been removed, and after two more days of recuperation, it should not be the case again. There's something wrong."

"Spiritual fruit?" Feng Yongfeng's expression froze, and he suddenly thought of something, "Are you sure it's a spiritual fruit?"

"It should be true. If it is a panacea, your granddaughter probably won't be able to survive now." Wei Ziqin replied.

"Is the spirit fruit that kind of white fruit? I remember my second brother gave Xiner one..." The middle-aged man obviously thought of something.

"We'll talk about this later." Feng Yongfeng didn't want to expose his family's ugliness to others, quickly stopped his son's unfinished words, made a gesture of invitation, and led Wei Ziqin to walk outside the door.

"Mr. Wei, please come with me. I have asked my servants to prepare a small gift. Please don't dislike me, Mr. Wei."

Not interested in inquiring into the privacy of other people's homes, Wei Ziqin took the wooden box containing the thank you gift, and under Feng Yongfeng's arrangement, got into the carriage to the city.

It was almost noon when we returned to the city. Wei Ziqin was dazzled by the noon sun as soon as he got off the carriage. When he came back to his senses, he saw a familiar figure standing under the shade of a tree, dressed in moon white The moment he saw him, his amber eyes suddenly burst out with unmistakable joy.

"Aqin!"

Wei Ziqin stopped, couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, and waited for the young man to run towards him.

At night, the sun was setting, in Shuhe Village.

Outside the small courtyard, the monk in dark blue tugged at his cuffs uncomfortably, couldn't help but look back at his companion behind him and said, "I said, this is the first time I've come here, so it's really appropriate to only bring a basket of eggs. ?"

The blindfolded monk in white patted him on the shoulder reassuringly: "Don't worry, I've already asked carefully. It's the safest way to deliver eggs here. Generally, there will be no problem."

In fact, not only what to send, but also the time of the visit was carefully asked by Su Wu.The people in the village have heavy farm work, and most of them are very busy during the day, and only at night when they can't see clearly, they will put down their work and go home to rest.

"Okay, extending the head is a knife, retracting the head is also a knife, we have to pass this level." Chen Siyuan stabilized the egg basket on his arm, calmed down his breath, and finally mustered up the courage to step into the yard. wooden door.

"Who?"

Hearing the sound of knocking on the door, Wei Ziqin put down the bowl and chopsticks, wondering why someone came home so late.

Under the moonlight, Su Wu scratched the white cloth over his eyes. Hearing the sound of footsteps not far away, he couldn't help lowering his voice and asked the people around him, "Hey, the person in the door who only cultivated Qi, It should be our lord's husband."

Chen Siyuan: "Help, please don't say those two words, thank you!"