The Wizard of Medicine

"Oh, you are so arrogant like a hyacinth." Young Master Jia pretended to be angry.

"Haha, okay." Yan Zixiu said with a smile, "Let me ask the third question. How do people like us earn spirit stones?"

Everyone thinks this is a good question.Without Lingshi, it is impossible to move an inch.

Ting Xia replied: "Generally speaking, mortals can only earn gold and silver, and monks can earn spirit stones. Because it is difficult for mortals to provide the talisman array that monks need. Unless there are particularly excellent products or services, monks can only earn spirit stones." .Take you as a half monk, what are your strengths?"

Yan Zixiu said: "I can draw, play the piano, know medicine, and also know how to treat monks' injuries. Can I earn spirit stones?"

Ting Xia's eyes lit up: "Of course it can. But I feel that you are bragging a bit. You come to the simplest one, draw a picture and let me see. After the picture is finished, I will give you a spirit stone now."

"Okay, everyone, stop on the side of the road and watch me earn spirit stones." Yan Zixiu said.

This is a major event to earn spirit stones, so you have to cooperate well.Everyone hurried to the side of the road.

"Just draw Tingxia yourself. Stand up." Yan Zixiu took out the easel, paper and pen from the package, glanced at Tingxia, and started to draw.

Ting Xia stood where she was, not daring to move much, for fear that the painting would break and she would be blamed.

Some passers-by also came to watch.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Yan Zixiu said, "It's done."

Ting Xia hurried over to watch, and saw a girl on the drawing paper leading a deer cart, with dark eyebrows, a lively expression, mischievous in her ability, youthful and sunny, full of vigor.The whole person is alive, as if he is about to step off the painting.

Who is the girl in this painting, not Ting Xia?
The onlookers applauded and applauded: "This painter is amazing!"

"It looks like it's alive."

"How much is a painting?"

"I heard it's a piece of spirit stone."

"Spiritual stone? I am a mortal, and I don't have a spiritual stone."

"I don't have one either. If I have one, I'll draw one too."

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Listening to Xia looked at the painting, she was happy in her heart, and decisively threw a spirit stone: "Here. Hey, shouldn't you sign the painting?"

Yan Zixiu took the Lingshi and inscribed the four characters "Half a Daoist" on the painting, then took out a seal, took a breath, and slapped it on the painting, it was the word "Yan".

Ting Xia looked at it: "Yan? Your surname is Yan? Did you really include half of your fellow Taoists?"

"In Xiayan Ziling. The term 'half a fellow Taoist' is quite interesting, and I will use it as a signature in the future."

"Brother Yan, you just earned the Lingshi? This is 100 taels of gold or 1000 taels of silver." Young Master Jia envied.

Yan Zixiu smiled, and tossed the spirit stone to Mr. Gao: "Everyone has money to stay in the inn tonight."

Suddenly, a clear voice came: "Half fellow daoist, we also want to draw."

When everyone saw it, they turned out to be two handsome young monks, each of whom was in the Dzogchen realm of Qi training.The two are similar in appearance, except that one has a mole on the left eyebrow and the other has a mole on the right eyebrow.

Yan Zixiu understood at a glance that these two, like Ning Yun's master and servant, were playing a game of dressing up as men.His cultivation level must be higher than that of Ting Xia's. How much higher it is, it is inconvenient for him to look at it in detail given his current status.

"Okay. No problem. One for each person, or one for two?" Yan Zixiu asked.

"One for each person, and then put together another one. There are three in total. I will reward you for a good drawing. I don't want one spirit stone for one." The handsome monk with a mole on the eyebrow on the left glanced at it. Listen to Xia.

Ting Xia ignored it, and said to Yan Zixiu, "Hurry up and draw. I've led you to a place where you still have to do some work."

"What's the reminder? Half of the fellow Taoists are in a hurry, what should I do if I can't draw well?" Brother Zuomei was a little unhappy.

"Listen to Fellow Daoist Xia, we already know the location of the inn. Why don't you go get busy." Miss Jia hurriedly smoothed things over.

"I'm not busy. I'll just wait here." Ting Xia was also quite stubborn.

Since Xia stopped urging him, Yan Zixiu continued to paint.After more than a quarter of an hour, all three paintings were finished.After the signature was written, the seal was pressed with a snap.Live together!
Just like the painting just now, the portrait is lifelike, and you can feel a heroic spirit just looking at the painting.

The two monks were very satisfied, and directly threw a storage bag over: "Half of fellow Taoists, it's all yours." Then they put away the portraits and left gracefully.

Yan Zixiu's current status as a mortal restricts him everywhere, and the storage bag cannot be opened directly.

He took the storage bag and handed it to Young Master Jia who was the closest: "Please help me take a look."

Young Master Jia opened it, and couldn't help shaking his hands: "Ah? One thousand spirit stones?!" He hurriedly returned it to Yan Zixiu.

The onlookers were all taken aback when they heard this.

A thousand spirit stones and three paintings are a big deal.

Yan Zixiu didn't change his face, he took the storage bag and threw it to Mr. Gao: "Everyone has the airship fee for the day after tomorrow."

This is to pay the airship fee for all the followers.

The followers all breathed a sigh of relief, and finally they didn't have to risk their lives to go to Menglong Villa, and they couldn't help but feel grateful.

Everyone will settle accounts.Yan Zixiu's current teacher's monthly salary is only 50 taels of silver.This 1000 yuan spirit stone is worth 100 million taels of silver.

"Let's go quickly!" Mr. Gao was a little nervous, it would be terrible if someone caught him.

The spirit stones of him and the Jia brothers and sisters combined are less than five hundred spirit stones.

Miss Jia took a deep look at Yan Zixiu, but said nothing.

After Yan Zixiu packed up, Xia Xia walked over and said, "I'd better lead you to the Pinggu Inn."

"Thank you."

Ting Xia flicked his short hair: "Thank me for what?"

Yan Zixiu said: "Thank you for giving me the inspiration and opportunity to earn spirit stones, and thank you for waiting patiently. This makes me very happy. Can I still pay two spirit stones and ask three questions?"

Hearing this, Ting Xia was a little touched, and sighed, "If it wasn't for the pressure of life, I would actually be willing to answer questions for free. Just ask, a spirit stone will do."

"First, is there anything delicious nearby?" This is a question for Young Master Jia.

"In the alley behind the Pinggu Inn, there is an old Jiande shop that has been passed down for hundreds of years. The place is spacious, the dishes are clean, the quantity is large, the price is good, and the flavor is unique."

Young Master Jia cupped his hands at Yan Zixiu to express his thanks.

"Pig Jiujie." Miss Jia joked.

"Secondly, what is the most popular item among the monks here? Other than spirit stones."

"Pillions, especially pills or related items that can cure demons." Ting Xia replied.

"Oh?" Yan Zixiu had a flash of inspiration, thinking that this might be a breakthrough point to get close to the old devil Wenxing, "I can add a spirit stone, and I hope to talk about it in detail."

"No need." Ting Xia waved his hand, "The more evil a person does, the more people he harms, and the more demons he has when he breaks through the bottlenecks of big and small realms. I won't be able to say more about the rest."

Yan Zixiu knew in his heart that the Four Elephants Sect had a brutal style of work, and many monks must have serious demons, so they urgently needed elixir or related items to calm the mind.

"There is one last question. What I just heard from you seems to be under a lot of pressure in life, isn't it?"

Hearing that Xia was taken aback, the others were also taken aback.What is the problem?
I heard that the people Xia Ping dealt with were basically related to interests. Has anyone ever asked her this question?Where does anyone care about her feelings?

She had a sore nose, turned her face away hastily, held back her tears, and then replied: "There is pressure in life. My parents are both monks. My father went to explore the deep mountains for our family's cultivation resources, but was captured by monsters." Injured and paralyzed in bed. My mother helps a talisman shop with a meager income. My younger sister is still young and works as an apprentice. In addition to making hyacinths, I also have to find time to do other jobs."

As she was talking, she suddenly realized, why did she say so much to a stranger?