I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

"My boss suspects that your blood is the most critical raw material for Ruxin Poison?"

Feng Wenlan was carrying the medical box, with the night dew on her body, and asked in surprise.

She was woken up in the middle of the night, and when she learned that something was wrong with her boss, she thought it was Ji Mingwu's poison, her hair was not even combed, and she hurried over, but she learned that the boss had found the key to Ruxin's poison?

Yan Mojian lives nearby and has come here a long time ago. He has already listened to Yan Moji's analysis, and he also thinks it is very reasonable: "If the mother used Ah Ji's blood to control the childish heart, it would make sense, why? Grandpa is going to send Ah Ji away."

When he was at home when he was young, he knew clearly how his grandfather was thoughtful and scheming. It was normal for the master of the Jinxiu Gate to show his feet and let his grandfather find out when he was still young.

It's just that, Yan Mojian felt sorry for Ah Ji even more.

——Mother... really only regards their brothers as strangers without emotion?When Ruxinzhipo came out, Aji was not yet one year old!It will take at least a period of time for the Poison of Ruxin to become famous. From this point of view, the mother is likely to be developing Ruxin just after giving birth to Aji, or even when she was pregnant!

——And using the blood of the parent and child to brew this poison, and maybe even make some medical adjustments to A-Ji because of it, is she not afraid of breaking A-Ji's life?

Yan Moji didn't feel anything, he just looked at Feng Wenlan eagerly: "Qin Lan, is there any way to try?"

Feng Wenlan thought for a while, then nodded: "Master, please give me some blood, I will try my best."

Since he was taking blood for Brother Wu, Yan Moji did not hesitate to take out the silver knife and wanted to cut his wrist, but Ji Mingwu stretched out his left hand and grabbed it.

Ji Mingwu looked at his movements helplessly: "Aji, are you going to commit suicide?"

Only then did Yan Moji realize that his movements were a little violent, and he smiled a little embarrassedly when he saw his slightly trembling wrist.

Suddenly seeing hope, he couldn't restrain himself for a while.

In the end, Feng Wenlan helped to take the blood and took it out for research.

Yan Mojian originally wanted to comfort his ill-fated younger brother, but seeing Yan Moji holding Ji Mingwu's hand, cuddling up with Ji Mingwu, not caring about the master of Jinxiu Sect, he swallowed his words back.

——From this point of view, it may be a good thing that Ah Ji doesn't care about Yan's family and mother.

During the long and short wait, Feng Wenlan came in with two bowls in his hand.

One is reddish water, and the other is dark concoction.

"Drink this bowl. I will use my boss's blood and some medicinal materials to try to prepare the antidote according to the ideas provided by the valley owner." Feng Wenlan put down the two bowls, pointed to the bowl of light red water, "If you feel any discomfort, drink another bowl immediately."

Ji Mingwu glanced at Yan Moji, stretched out his left hand, picked up the bowl and drank it down in one gulp.

I don't know what medicinal materials Feng Wenlan added, although the potion is a bit bloody, but there is no trace of blood in the mouth, but a slight sweet taste.

After drinking the medicine, Feng Wenlan stretched out her hand to feel Ji Mingwu's pulse, frowned and felt it for a while, and in Yan Moji's expectant eyes, a trace of surprise crossed her face: "It really works!"

——Can brother Wu's poison be cured? !

Yan Moji was so happy that he almost jumped up from his chair. He and Ji Mingwu looked at each other, and they both saw surprise in each other's eyes.

"It's just... there are still some problems."

Feng Wenlan looked distressed, glanced at the excited Yan Moji, and said in a low voice: "With the degree of spread of the poison that Hero Ji has been poisoned by, if you want to completely detoxify, my boss, I'm afraid you will be drained dry."

Ji Mingwu's expression suddenly changed, and he blurted out: "No!"

Yan Moji's excitement suddenly froze, and he subconsciously looked at Ji Mingwu, and sure enough, he saw a strong warning in Ji Mingwu's eyes.

Except when he just came here, Yan Moji has never seen Ji Mingwu put on such a cold look towards him, which made him startled, and then reacted, and squeezed Ji Mingwu's hand: "Don't worry, Brother Wu, I It won't be hard to think about."

——His wish is to be with Brother Wu for a long time, and he can't do without any of them.

Feng Wenlan took the blood of Yan Mojian, who is also a descendant of the Yan family, and tested it, and confirmed that only the blood of Yan Moji had the effect of detoxification.

Confirming that his blood was useful, Yan Moji immediately sent his men out to buy a lot of medicinal materials and food for invigorating qi and blood, and immediately made himself a cup of jujube tea with sugar.

Immediately detoxifying Ji Mingwu would kill him, but slowly controlling the frequency of bloodletting, Yan Moji thought there should be no problem.

From the medical knowledge of previous lives, donating a small amount of blood on a regular basis is actually a good thing for young people's bodies.

Because the hospital's blood bank was also used when his parents were seriously ill for surgery, Yan Moji also often donated blood in his previous life, and he had a general understanding of the frequency and capacity of blood donation in his heart, so he immediately proposed a regular bloodletting proposal.

In this era, there is no concept of blood transfusion and blood donation. Even if Feng Wenlan was born in Qingsang Valley with the most superb medical skills, she is still at the stage of pricking blood and selecting acupoints. This is the first time I have heard of this kind of regular bloodletting without affecting the body. .

But what Yan Moji didn't expect was that Yan Mojian was the first one to agree.

"Aji, you can try this method." Yan Mojian touched his chin, and said seriously, "There are swordsmiths in Jianzong who forge swords with blood, and they also collect blood regularly, and their bodies seem to be in good condition."

Ji Mingwu frowned slightly, not quite agreeing: "But Ah Ji didn't practice martial arts."

The physical fitness of martial arts practitioners is naturally much higher than that of ordinary people.

"So the amount of bloodletting should be less." Yan Mojian made a final decision, "The amount that Ah Ji just said is too much, let's cut it in half."

——That is the safe amount of blood donation certified by modern medicine!

Yan Moji wanted to refute, but was rejected unanimously by the others, so he had no choice but to accept the result.

According to Feng Wenlan's estimation, with the support of this amount of blood, it will take about half a year to a year for Ji Mingwu to completely dispel the poison of Ruxin.

Although it's been a long time, there is hope after all, and Yan Moji's mood finally cleared up completely.

Under the urging of Yan Moji, after taking the blood for the first time, all of them were mixed into an antidote for Ji Mingwu to take.

On the second day, Yan Moji was pleasantly surprised to see that the dark blue patterns on Ji Mingwu's right half of his body had faded a little!

Immediately!

Yan Moji was so happy that he didn't know where to put his hands, he walked around Ji Mingwu twice, his eyes narrowed with a smile.

With the help of the antidote, Ji Mingwu's internal force suppressed Ruxin again, and his body on the right side was able to move much more vigorously. His inflexible right hand took Yan Moji's arm to his leg, and his left hand lovingly He stroked his bandaged wrist, and said in a low voice, "Sorry, thank you for your hard work, Ah Ji."

Seeing that the poison started to subside, Yan Moji was so happy that he couldn't find the north. He hugged Ji Mingwu with his backhand, and rubbed behind Ji Mingwu's ear affectionately: "It's not hard work! I'm so happy! I can go out and run several laps!"

But it is definitely impossible to run around. Under the double requirements of Ji Mingwu and Yan Mojian, Yan Moji began to cultivate his health and rest.

All kinds of supplements and precious ingredients were usually delivered to him. With Feng Wenlan's assistance, Yan Moji made them into blood-enriching ingredients, and then ate them by himself.

In less than ten days, Yan Moji felt that his obscene clothes were tight.

"Are you poisoned or am I poisoned?" While sleeping at night, Yan Moji touched his soft belly, feeling a little unhappy, "My abs are gone."

Although his figure was not as good as Brother Wu before, but under the busy day after day, he still has a somewhat muscular outline.

Ji Mingwu stretched out his hand to help him rub, and laughed softly: "It's good."

"What's the matter?" Yan Moji curled his lips and lay down, "I hope to detoxify quickly, and I don't have to eat as much as feeding pigs."

These days, Feng Wenlan took blood again, but this time it was sent to the palace to detoxify other people who were waiting for the antidote.

Because other people have taken the remedial medicine provided by Jinxiumen regularly, unlike Ji Mingwu who let Ruxin spread to half of the body, so the antidote made by taking blood once can detoxify dozens of people.

The new emperor did not cross the river and demolish bridges. After the throne was stabilized, he ordered the world to cancel the ban on martial arts. Letting martial arts into the people's livelihood and for the well-being of the people also gave a hint and guarantee to the sects of the rivers and lakes.

——When the sect and the community are integrated, the imperial court has no reason and no ability to target them.

Of course, because of Ruxin's heart, he had to follow some forces of Jinxiumen, and the imperial court also sent him an antidote and negotiated some conditions.

But it didn't reveal that the antidote was Yan Moji's blood.

This also saved Yan Moji a lot of trouble.

Otherwise, now that Grandmaster Shen is recuperating to heal his wounds and Ji Mingwu is still poisoned, it would be a bit troublesome to deal with those who can't wait for the antidote.

Ji Mingwu tilted his head slightly, put the tip of his nose against Yan Moji's ears, and said in a low and magnetic voice, "Don't worry."

"Speaking of which, Brother Wu, you have been refusing to consummate the marriage with me. Is it because you were poisoned?" Yan Moji was a little itchy from Ji Mingwu's breath, and turned over with a smile.

Mentioning this, Ji Mingwu's eyes darkened a bit, and he stared at the person in his arms without blinking, his throat wriggled, and then he uttered a syllable: "En."

"When you detoxify us, we will be able to live up to our name..." Yan Moji sighed, "Even the master of the Jinxiu Sect can see that we are both in name, what a shame—"

Having said that, he suddenly stopped.

--what?

After a while, when Ji Mingwu was still wondering, Yan Moji slowly turned his head around, his eyes were slightly bright in the dark night.

"Brother Wu, do you still remember what the master of Jinxiu Gate said when he saw us?"

Although Ji Mingwu didn't know why Yan Moji asked such a question, he thought about it: "I am the master of Jinxiu Sect."

"No, it's the next sentence!" Yan Moji held Ji Mingwu's hand excitedly, "She said 'Your poison has not been cured'—does this mean that she thinks you should have been cured? "

Ji Mingwu looked at him suspiciously: "Because you are by my side."

"Yes, but by your side, you don't necessarily want to eat my blood!" Yan Moji continued, "On the way she took me to the capital, she drank it all in one gulp. You and I are not real husband and wife... I At that time, I thought, could it be that masters and masters can tell whether we have consummated the house? But now that I think about it, is there another possibility..."

Yan Moji licked his lower lip, and looked at Ji Mingwu with bright eyes: "Consummating the house... is also a way to detoxify?"

The author has something to say: the next chapter will tentatively stretch out jiojio on the verge of review...Little angels, pray that I won't be locked, huh huh