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Xia Yu had just passed through the northern border, and the fellow disciples who had returned one after another silently announced that the winter famine in the southern border had been resolved, and another medical disciple from Qingyun Peak came down the mountain.

Mo Lingyun moved a small bench and sat on it, looking at the moist soil, and also at the distant mountains that cannot be seen, disciples from the South Aid; the winter famine came in early January, and it was finally resolved after the re-warming in March, and the partial epidemics followed one after another .

As the young suzerain, Jing Rong has never rested. After commending the Nanyuan disciples, he has to start to solve other chores. Now that the disaster is new, they have to re-register the Nanyuan list.

"Master, I want to go too." Mo Lingyun sneaked into the Palace of Qinzheng taking advantage of Jing Rong's approval. Although Jing Rong was busy, he still refused quickly: "No."

"I want to help..." Mo Lingyun muttered.

"The new rules of the Wan Dao League, qi training disciples should be cautious about southern aid." Jing Rong took out the booklet and handed it to Mo Lingyun.

"Just be cautious...it's not impossible to go..." Mo Lingyun tried to struggle.

"How can you tell me to rest assured about you?" Jing Rong stopped writing, and looked up at Mo Lingyun. He never forgot that he went to the extreme north and broke into Jiuxiaotian.

"This..." Mo Lingyun was at a loss for words, well, he really didn't understand this matter.

When Mo Lingyun calmed down, Jing Rong continued to look at the documents. Seeing that Wan Daomeng had appointed Elder Liu Rui Liu of the Hengshan Sword Sect this time, he couldn't help but pause for a few seconds. He knew how small this person was. Lan met him...

Seeing that Jing Rong was stunned, Mo Lingyun leaned over again, "Master, what's the matter."

"I miss you Uncle Zhelan, the rainy season in the south is approaching, and I don't know if he can get used to it."

"Then I'll take a look for you?"

"No."

Mo Lingyun, who tried to go to the southern border, struggled and failed, and simply lay down on the table in a daze, looking at what Jing Rong was looking at from time to time, and it turned out that most of them were related to the southern border.

As for the southern border.

Nan Siyuan also came to the core epidemic area and brought many people with him, including Duan Changkong, the chief disciple of Changchuan Academy.

I heard that Nan Siyuan was kidnapped when he went to southern Xinjiang. After fighting wits and courage, he broke free from the thief and arrived in southern Xinjiang. Then he discovered that there is no snow in southern Xinjiang all the year round, and the cold weather at the end of winter did not give southern Xinjiang a few layers of frost. Come on, there is no such thing as a winter disaster.

Later, on the way back, I met Duan Changkong, the chief disciple of Changchuan Academy. I heard that he was here to rescue the winter disaster. Due to the distance, the winter disaster had almost been resolved by the time he arrived.

But after all, he also has some medical blood, so he traveled all the way to the southern border, and it would be nothing if he didn't help.

Duan Cheng hasn't seen his grandson for a long time, and he can't say anything when he sees him again under such circumstances. The epidemic area is currently in short supply of manpower, and one person counts as a labor force.

Many medical trainees worked hard for days, and even fainted from overwork; Yan Huai finished preparing the medicine for ordinary people, and had to prepare some tonics for his fellow practitioners, so that ordinary people would not get better and the medical trainees fell down first.

As for Elder Liu, since he was scorned that day, he has changed places to patrol. He did not do anything arranged by Wan Daomeng to track down the traces of the Rat Clan.

"It's not easy." Nan Siyuan helped to simmer the medicine. Li Ningqing, who was helping with him, looked like he would fall down at any time, but he was unexpectedly able to hold on, and he was doing the work in an orderly manner. It's far enough to last.

In order to avoid Yan Huai, Duan Changkong chose the place farthest from here to do some work such as carrying. Many uninformed doctors praised Duan Guzhu for having a good grandson who endured hardships and stood hard work. , collectively remained silent.

The dead are carried out for cremation every day, but the cured far outnumber the dead. This is the goal of their joint efforts; most of the wounded who rejected Yan Huai before are now able to accept him, which is also a good thing.

After this morning, Yan Huai twisted the handkerchief and cleaned his hands. It was another day of rain, and people without umbrellas could only wait under the eaves, but he saw a familiar figure, and it was raining.

Ning Qing quietly listened to the rain fall under the eaves, a slight tingling pain came from his bones, repeating the unspeakable old disease that every rain would bring, he slightly pursed his lips, his face was calm.

But a slanted oil-paper umbrella, and the familiar light fragrance, set off Ning Qing's eyes. When he looked back, Yan Huai was pouring the umbrella towards him silently. Maybe Yan Huai didn't notice it. .

"Yan Huai..."

"Take it." Yan Huai lowered her eyes and didn't look at him.

"Do you want to go together?" Ning Qing asked him.

"No need." Yan Huai subconsciously refused, handed the umbrella to Ning Qing's hand, and then added as if it was too stiff: "I won't go back."

Ning Qing looked at him, showing a very shallow smile.

Maybe Yan Huai didn't realize it, but he started to change.

Yan Huai wrote the prescription burning and another kind of heaven. Shu Huayan couldn't hold back and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Dispensing."

"Okay." Shu Huayan didn't ask too much, but seeing the names of several precious medicines, he could probably feel that these medicines can dispel dampness. Maybe the weather is too humid recently?

However, the weather tide is not easy to find traces of the Rat Race.Shu Huayan looked at his empty hands, Liu Rui was neglecting his duties, and it was basically independent sects like them who were looking for traces of the Rat Clan.

Things like demon disasters cannot solve the root cause, and no matter how hard the doctors try, they can't suppress everything.

After handing over the umbrella that time, the relationship between Ning Qing and Yan Huai didn't make any progress. Yan Huai was still indifferent, and he was either dealing with medicinal materials or infected people every day, as if he was not busy enough, but he didn't seem to rest.

Delivering medicine to Ning Qing this time was also very casual and sudden, he said: "Decoction with water for 49 days, one in the morning and one in the evening, and two in the day."

"What is this?" Ning Qing took the medicine bag, but Yan Huai pulled down his wrist to completely cover his rolled-up sleeves.

"Drink it, and the rainy season won't hurt." Yan Huai didn't find any words, and Ning Qing took the medicine and left without waiting for a thank you.

Nan Siyuan, who was so straight while squatting to drink water, was dumbfounded.

But Ning Qing didn't seem to mind that much, she took the medicine and continued to work, cleaning the medicine cloth while cooking the soup, the division of labor saved a lot of time.

The medicine dregs to be discarded are not handled casually. Duan Changkong feels dizzy every time he pushes a wooden cart past here. Fortunately, Nan Siyuan, an insider, will give him a friendly hand. With a broken heart, he pushed the medicine dregs out.

Nan Siyuan couldn't understand Duan Changkong's illness, but he could tolerate it, or take the time to persuade Duan Changkong: "It's impossible for you to see him forever, right? Or, keep staring at him, maybe it's not like that... ..."

"Brother Siyuan, do you know why I went to Changchuan Academy?"

"...to hide from Yan Huai?"

"Correct."

"..."

Well, enough money.

Helping in the epidemic area is actually very tiring. There are not enough manpower and cannot take turns. Nan Si is far from the longest, but he does occasionally feel a little bit tired.

Both Lin Wuduan and Master Zhengzheng are looking for traces of the Rats. The southern territory is vast, and the Rats who are good at hiding are not so easy to find. Maybe there are big monsters who have set up phantom formations to hide their tracks. The monks can only fight with their lairs. Passed by.

"Phantom array...!" Nan Siyuan woke up suddenly, why didn't he think of it before?Sure enough, they underestimated the Rat Clan too much, and subconsciously felt that the Rat Clan could not produce such a big monster who could create an illusion.

But there are rat monsters who dare to harm their human race, will there be any big monsters who can hide in magic formations?

Judging from the current spreading situation, the Rat Clan's large force must still be staying in the southern border, rather than being under the protection of other Monster Clans.

Nan Siyuan cleared his mind, drafted several documents and sent them to the forces that were tracking down the whereabouts of the Rat Clan.

As an intelligence organization, Bianyangtian is the most efficient, not to mention they still have money, so it shouldn't be too easy to ask some powerful talismans to help them track down.

Shu Huayan has rarely done some serious things recently, the main reason is that Yan Huai is not free, Rong Si does not have the courage, Xuan Jing felt ashamed because of being tied up, and went back to the East in despair, so Shu Huayan could only do it. Handled it myself.

They searched according to the latest spread of the plague, and specifically picked dirty and smelly places to search for the smell of the rat demon.

With this change of thinking and more manpower, there is really news from the Rat Clan who have been looking for more than a month.

It's just an ordinary monk, who was stopped by the old miasma outside before reaching the rat tribe's lair.

Shu Huayan was holding the newsletter, worrying, how did their lord get over this obsession with cleanliness.

"Actually, it's not that cleanliness is particularly strong." Rong Sa gave him some comfort, "Just like the Young Palace Master, it can be overcome."

"Then, go and persuade him to overcome it." Shu Huayan pointed to Yan Huai under the lamp.

"Subordinates can't offend the superior." Rong Sa replied with reason and evidence, Yan Huai's status was above Shu Huayan, so he really couldn't offend.

"It's as if I'm taller than him." Shu Huayan retorted, he squatted down and thought for a while, and said the final reason why he didn't dare to tell Yan Huai: "And it's not confirmed yet, that is Rat clan lair."

The location of the old sewer, the miasma is too heavy, and ordinary Jindan monks can't get in. If it is really the lair of the rat tribe, it also means that they are already ready to tear themselves apart with the human tribe.

Shu Huayan generously shared this information with others, mainly because they couldn't get in anyway, and he was waiting for others to go in to find out.

"It's not easy." Nan Siyuan held the whisk and looked at Shu Huayan half-exploringly, "But Master Shu, we may not be able to solve other things that God can't help."

This is, playing football with each other?

Shu Huayan opened his hand and smiled: "I'm a businessman, and I don't know much about miasma. Presumably, the respected medical seniors can come up with a better solution."

"Don't you have a ghost doctor No. 1 in another day?" An old doctor Xiuxiu asked. It just so happened that he was one of those who were poisoned by Yan Huai that day.

It's a pity that Shu Huayan is not a reserved and reasonable person, so he responded on the spot: "Once everyone clears the way ahead, I will naturally let my lord go."

Is this bluntly using them as pathfinding stones?

Pian Shu Huayan was still smiling and fanning herself as if nothing happened.

Nan Siyuan glanced at Shu Huayan, but didn't answer, the master's words were not rough, not to mention how could a group of monks who were mainly practicing practice count against the master's Shuhua Yan, once Shu Huayan's words fell , it is obvious that they will not let them go ahead.