The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 185 Healing
"How is he, old man?"

Mo Li heard Master Song Yuanqiao whispering next to his ears, he opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw two figures in front of him, one with an anxious and flattering smile on his face, it was his Master Song Yuanqiao, and the other, It was an old man with a gray beard, his face was full of dignity.

He is the best genius doctor in the Guanzhong area, known as Yan Miaoshou by people in the Jianghu, although he does not have the ability to bring the dead back to life like the Diegu doctor, he is still a rare master of the country.

"Can't be saved, can't be saved..."

The old doctor twirled his beard, shook his head again and again, his face was full of sorrow, he had seen many intractable diseases in his life, but he had never seen such abnormal ones.

"This young master's vitality is exuberant, far surpassing that of ordinary people, but his body is like a leaking tank, and his vitality is constantly draining. According to this old man, he only has one or two months to live at most!"

His tone was full of sighs, although he was not from the world and did not know the identity of the person lying on the bed, but it would be a pity if a young man with such a bearing and appearance died young.

"Is there really no other way?" Song Yuanqiao asked unwillingly.

He can only live for one or two months, and his apprentice is only twenty years old this year, and he is at the prime of his life!
Yan Miaoshou repeatedly shook his head and sighed, without saying a word, the meaning was self-evident.

Seeing this, Mo Li said, "Master..."

The two of them turned around when they heard the voice, and Song Yuanqiao said in surprise, "Li'er, you're finally awake."

"Master, you old man, don't embarrass this old gentleman."

Mo Li smiled weakly, and said: "The disciple's body, the disciple couldn't be more clear. One or two months is a bit short, but it can still last for three months."

Can last three months...

Song Yuanqiao's face became more sad.

His apprentice is a master in the innate realm, and he knows his own body very well, not to mention controlling it in a subtle way. He said three months, so it must be three months.

Is it just a three-month death or a two-month death? Is there a big difference between this period?

"Actually, it's not impossible to remedy it at all."

Yan Miao stroked her long beard with her hands, and said with a little hopelessness: "If you use the elixir and divine material to continue the life of this young master, you can hope to prolong your life and live longer."

"Is there another way?"

A look of joy appeared on Song Yuanqiao's face, but then he asked in doubt: "But please tell me, old man, what kind of medicine is it?"

"The so-called miraculous medicines are naturally those rare medicines that absorb the essence of heaven and earth, get the aura of the sun and the moon, and can only be conceived for more than a thousand years. Every plant has the effect of flesh and bones and the resurrection of the dead."

Yan Miao shook his head and said: "However, all these elixir are hidden in the deep mountains and old forests. They can be encountered but not sought after. I am afraid that this young man will not be able to wait for his body. Besides, even if he finds it, it can only last for a while. Time cannot be completely cured."

"A thousand-year elixir, a thousand-year elixir..."

Song Yuanqiao murmured a few words, his eyes suddenly lit up, he ran outside without saying hello, his figure disappeared in an instant, and he returned to the room after a cup of tea. Holding a brocade box in his hand.

"Look, old man, is this thing okay?"

Song Yuanqiao opened the brocade box, and then looked expectantly at Yan Miaoshou.

Yan Miao looked at the brocade box with her hand, her hand that was twisting her beard suddenly stopped there, her whole body froze for a moment, her face was full of shock and obsession.

But I saw that in the brocade box, there was a stick of snow-white ginseng that was about a foot long. It looked like a well-formed child, with head, body, hands, and feet. The millennium snow ginseng obtained!

"Unexpectedly, there are actually thousands of years of snow ginseng in this world, such a spiritual thing, such a spiritual thing..."

Yan Miao stepped forward to caress the snow ginseng, she couldn't put it down, but she was inexplicably shocked.

Just like what he said, magical medicines and spiritual materials are hard to come by. This thousand-year-old snow ginseng is an elixir that Huang Shajian from the Wen family broke into the business and accumulated it all his life. The largest commercial firm in the Western Regions, one can imagine the rarity of this snow ginseng.

Even though Wudang is the number one sect in the world, with vast influence and admiration all over the world, it is undoubtedly wishful thinking to find a thousand-year-old elixir in three or two months.

"Thousand-year snow ginseng..."

Mo Li looked at the brocade box, and couldn't help but asked strangely: "Master, why is this medicine here?"

He remembered clearly that when he obtained this medicine, he only used some roots to increase his power, when he returned to the mountain, he gave this medicine to Zhang Sanfeng.

"Master and his old man specially kept this medicine, saying that it is for the sake of Wudang. Your second uncle is afraid that something will happen to you in this battle, so he brought it here together. Unexpectedly, there is a chance to use it."

Song Yuanqiao asked again with anticipation and fear: "Mr., is this medicine useful?"

"It's useful, it's useful, such a miracle medicine, it's perfect for treating this young master's illness."

Yan Miao took out the medicinal materials with her hands, rubbed them carefully, her love for obsession was beyond words.

He said: "Please wait a moment, let the old man write a prescription and take it together with some auxiliary medicines, so that the monarch and his ministers will cooperate with each other to have a good effect."

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"Miss Zhou, the matter of Chang'an is not based on Song's intention, but Brother Mo's impromptu idea. I hope Miss Zhou will not be offended by it."

In an inn in Chang'an City, Song Qingshu looked at the elegant and beautiful green-shirted woman in front of him, her jade face flushed slightly, full of apology.

It has been a few days since Mo Li fell into a coma. Although everyone was worried, they couldn't revive Mo Li. When he went out to ask if there was a famous doctor in the street, he accidentally learned about Mo Li's future from the chatter of people in the rivers and lakes. The Emei faction asked Zhou Zhiruo to marry him for him, so they rushed to the place where the Emei faction was staying, and begged to see Zhou Zhiruo.

Hearing that the handsome man in front of him mentioned the events of that day, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but blush on her clear and beautiful cheeks.

She said softly: "Senior Brother Song doesn't need to mention this matter again, neither Master nor Zhiruo took it to heart, besides, I should thank Senior Brother Mo from the Emei Sect."

Mo Li directly offered the secret script of the Nine Yin Manual without asking for anything in return. The Emei Sect owed him a great favor.

"That's good, that's good..."

Song Qingshu heard that the beauty didn't mean to blame, he put most of his heart back in his stomach, he wanted to say something more, but his mind suddenly went blank, the jade-faced swordsman who can speak eloquently and roams the rivers and lakes, It was as if he had been fooled, except for the four words 'so good', he couldn't say a word.

Zhou Zhiruo saw him standing in the same place, at a loss, and couldn't help laughing secretly. They all said how amazing Wudang Shuangying was, and this jade-faced swordsman was praised as the number one contemporary young master after the sword god Li Li, Seeing you at this moment, but it is not worthy of the name.

She said, "Senior Brother Song, is there anything else?"

"Yes, yes, oh, no, no..."

Song Qingshu realized it subconsciously, but then he came to his senses and shook his head again and again.

Such a bewildered and clumsy appearance finally made Zhou Zhiruo unbearable, and burst out laughing. This smile was like a hundred flowers blooming, and Song Qingshu was dumbfounded for a while.

"So Song Shaoxia, is something wrong or not?" Zhou Zhiruo said with a hint of teasing.

Song Qingshu's face turned even more blushing. In this life, many things have changed. His martial arts are higher, and he has experienced more things. Zhou Zhiruo has never met Zhang Wuji, and there is no other man in his heart.

He said: "Of course I have something to do, but it's not about Emei. Junior brother Mo is still sick in bed. My father asked me and all the senior uncles to come out to find famous doctors and elixir, and see if we can help Junior brother Mo."

"It's been three days, and Brother Mo hasn't woken up yet?"

"Yes, the invited doctor said, Junior Brother Mo, Junior Brother Mo... I'm afraid his time is running out..."

Song Qingshu said in a low tone, Mo Li and his brothers who have been brothers for more than ten years, the deep affection is not a real brother, but better than a real brother, how could he feel better when Mo Li ended up like this?
If it wasn't for the fact that his martial arts gap with Ba Siba was too great, how could he have watched the battle on Mount Hua from the foot of the mountain?
The smile on Zhou Zhiruo's pretty face faded.

For this sword god Mo Li who killed her senior sister Ji Xiaofu in the early years, and this Mo Li who begged for marriage outside Chang'an City, she has complicated feelings in her heart.

There is admiration, longing, and some complaints and dissatisfaction.

But is such an arrogant person about to fall like this?

She sighed lowly, and said: "Senior Brother Song, no matter what, Senior Brother Mo has been very kind to my Emei Sect. Please wait a moment. When Zhiruo tells Master, I will go with you to find a famous doctor. I did my best."

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"I've been in a coma for the past few days, I don't know what happened?"

Taking advantage of the decoction, Li Li asked.

He forcibly rushed through the pass, the acupoints in his body were injured, and his vitality continued to flow away, but the strong vitality and long lifespan of the masters in the innate realm can be seen from Ba Siba and Zhang Sanfeng.

Therefore, he can survive for three months with such an injury that is placed on ordinary people and cannot survive for a while.

Not only that, as he woke up and circulated his true qi, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was continuously absorbed into his body, and his condition also improved every moment. He didn't even have the strength to speak just now, but now he is full of energy.

Song Yuanqiao said: "They all think that your life is not long, and no one came to ask for trouble, but no one from the Devil's Cult and other major sects has left the customs, and they are all waiting for your news."

"Are you all waiting for me to die?"

Mo Li smiled, and didn't care, he originally made an appointment to fight Ba Siba because he thought he would die.

As a newcomer to the Xiantian realm, it is a fluke to be able to come down the mountain to face Ba Siba, a person who has been immersed in Xiantian for so many years.

"Li'er, don't talk nonsense."

Song Yuanqiao said with a dark face: "Since Mr. Yan said that there is a solution, it must be cured. I will use all the power of my Wudang faction to collect the world's gods and elixir to prolong your life."

Speaking of this, he sighed, and said: "Unfortunately, Mr. Hu, the Butterfly Valley doctor, left early. Otherwise, with his medical skills, there may be a turning point for this matter."

Hu Qingniu, a doctor of Butterfly Valley, died three years ago in the second debate on Buddhist scriptures and martial arts, and even died in front of the Wudang sect.

"Master, you old man, don't be sad. Birth, old age, sickness and death are the normal state of human beings. Now, as the master, I let out a sigh of relief for my Wudang. This disciple feels very comfortable in his heart."

Mo Li said openly: "Master, why don't you take advantage of the disciple's time, you old man, look at those sects that have enmity with our Wudang, so the disciple should pay a visit."

In his realm, even though he is seriously injured and unable to exert his full strength, he is still far superior to the top experts. It is not a problem to destroy the sect, even the Shaolin, Mingjiao and other deep-rooted sects cannot stop him alone.

It's no wonder that Zhang Sanfeng didn't go down to the mountain after forty years old to learn about the world, it's because his skill is getting stronger day by day, in this world, it's rare to meet one or two opponents.

Song Yuanqiao glanced at him angrily, but didn't answer. If Wudang disciples act like this, what is the difference from the Demon Cult?
What's more, the masters of various factions were wiped out for a while, but after Mo Li left, there would be a steady stream of people seeking revenge, how could the Wudang faction survive for a long time?

If you really want to do this, Zhang Sanfeng can do it back then, why wait until today?
"Here comes the medicine!"

Just as the master and apprentice were talking, there was a shout from outside, but Yu Lianzhou came in excitedly holding a medicine bowl.

The bowl is full of milky white liquid, and the fragrant air blows towards the face, just smelling it, the involuntary movement of the true energy in the body will be accelerated.

"Second Uncle Lao is here."

Li Li took the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp. Not only is the medicine juice not bitter at all, but it is extremely sweet, which makes people have endless aftertaste.

As the bowl of elixir brewed with thousand-year-old snow ginseng entered his stomach, a tremendous amount of heat rushed straight from his dantian and scattered towards his limbs!

Mo Li let out a muffled snort from the force of the medicine, his face flushed slightly, and before he could say anything, he quickly put on a five-hearted attitude, circulated the true energy in his body, and gradually refined the medicine's power.

"Mr. Yan, this is..."

Song Yuanqiao asked the old man beside him worriedly.

Yan Miao said: "Be safe and don't be impatient, this young master must be refining the power of the medicine. As for the effect of the medicine, we will know the result after he wakes up."

The millennium snow ginseng, on top of the snow mountain, has absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon for more than a thousand years. The medicinal power contained in it is so huge that ordinary people absorb more than half of it and it will be wasted. Compared with the past, even the control over oneself is not what it used to be, so that the medicinal power will not be wasted and refined.

But even so, it took him three days and three nights of effort to refine all the medicinal power.

Song Yuanqiao also waited for three days and three nights.

Just when he thought that his apprentice would continue to sit in prison, he saw Li Li suddenly opened his eyes, and two astonishing divine lights emanated from his eyes, illuminating the room transparently.

But the divine light flashed away and disappeared without a trace.

He looked intently again, but saw his apprentice sitting there in good condition, smiling at him.

Compared with the sickly look before, now he is full of energy, look great!
"Li'er, what's the matter?" Song Yuanqiao asked concerned.

Mo Li said with a warm smile, "It's a matter of time before death, and there's a piece of good news coming."

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(End of this chapter)