The Wizard of Medicine

Chapter 297 Patriarch Wenxuan's Pain

Yan Zixiu said truthfully: "I only learned one hundred and eight strokes, which is far behind."

Venerable Wenxuan smiled heartily: "Haha, little friend, you feel that there is a big gap after you know [-] strokes, so how can I be ashamed when I only know [-] strokes? Tell me, can you teach me this word? If it can be taught, what are the conditions? Let's be happy."

Yan Zixiu said decisively: "I can teach, and I personally don't have any conditions. Of course, because I have a medical background, I hope that after learning the original talismans, the venerable will only use them in places that are beneficial to people, not harmful to people." The place."

"It turns out that little friend is also good at medicine, and it really is the benevolence of the doctor. Don't worry, the old man solemnly promises." Venerable Wenxuan raised his right hand, "The original talisman that Yan Xiaoyou taught me is definitely only helpful, not harmful."

"Okay." Yan Zixiu was very happy.

He took out some spiritual herbs and wood, just like forming a tree, and began to build a model of the character "薬".

Venerable Wenxuan watched intently from the side without turning his eyes, and kept saying: "Miao, Miao, so it is so. It turns out that the talismans on the Talisman Daquan were drawn from this side... I understand again. Great gone."

He read carefully and memorized carefully, but when he closed his eyes, he seemed to be unable to remember anything.This made him very distressed.

Yan Zixiu advised: "My lord, don't worry. People are different. Some people need a month to learn how to draw, and some people may need a year to learn how to draw. You can look at the model tree for a while, draw For a while."

"That's it. Alright." Venerable Wenxuan continued to draw the Rejuvenation Talisman while looking at it.

Yan Zixiu worked hard for a long time on the 36-stroke "薬" character before he built [-] strokes.

But Venerable Wenxuan spent most of the day, and finally learned the No.19 painting, and the efficacy of the rejuvenation talisman he drew increased by [-]%.

He laughed happily: "Little friend, take a rest for a while. Come and drink tea. The origin of my spiritual tea is not simple."

The two drank spiritual tea for a while, because they are both kind people, so the more they talked, the more speculative they became.

Yan Zixiu stopped calling him Venerable, but called Patriarch: "Patriarch. I really don't need your help. But I would like to ask you to help Mr. Lan."

Patriarch Wenxuan was a little puzzled: "Mr. Lan? Lan Meng? Does she need help? You don't know that her master, Fairy Yanhua, is a distant relative of my clan. In my heart, I regard both Yanhua and Lan Meng as Treated as a close relative's child. Alas, what a pity, Yanhua just left."

When he mentioned Fairy Yanhua, his mood was obviously depressed, and he seemed to be very sad.

After a while, he calmed down and asked, "Little friend, why should you be entrusted with Lan Meng's matter?"

Yan Zixiu said: "On the one hand, it was discovered just now, and on the other hand, Mr. Lan is being grounded and unable to come."

The ancestor felt that the matter was a bit serious: "You tell me. As long as I can do it, ten or one hundred things will be fine!"

Yan Zixiu took out the jade box and handed it over with both hands: "I hope His Holiness can help find out who is behind Fairy Yanhua's accident, and give Mr. Lan an explanation."

Venerable Wenxuan was suspicious: "Yanhua was killed by the ancient demon during the expedition three years ago. How can there be any mastermind behind the scenes? But this jade box is indeed what I used when I gave her the treasure."

He took the jade box and opened it, and opened it to read the letter inside. His black face flushed and he burst into anger: "What a thief! What a poisonous woman! You are really deceiving!"

He immediately unfolded his spiritual sense to investigate Fairy Yanhua's residence, and sure enough, he saw the two acrostics and riddle poems, both of which were left by Fairy Yanhua.

Venerable Wenxuan suddenly covered his face and shed tears: "Hua'er! Patriarch, Patriarch, I am sorry for you. You are the best in our family, and it seems that you are about to break through the Nascent Soul stage. You, it is a pity that you leave It's gone!"

Yan Zixiu persuaded: "Patriarch, don't be too sad. There is one more thing I want to tell Patriarch Ming. Among the techniques I obtained from the dream, there is the method of Wangqi. As far as I can see, Fairy Yanhua is actually It didn't really fall."

These words were like a bolt from the blue, Venerable Wenxuan was shocked, his hands trembled, and the coercion of the Nascent Soul cultivator could not help but be revealed.

Yan Zixiu is much more resistant to pressure now than he was in Ziwu City.At that time, he was so oppressed by the aura of the Nascent Soul of City Lord Ziwu that he couldn't speak, but now, while resisting the coercion of Patriarch Wenxuan, he can still remind: "Patriarch, please stop the coercion quickly."

Patriarch was stunned, and quickly withdrew his breath: "Little friend, didn't you hurt you?"

"It's okay, ahem, I'm fine. I've practiced Kungfu." Yan Zixiu pretended to be overwhelmed.

The ancestor hurriedly released the rejuvenation talisman drawn, and after a while, Yan Zixiu recovered as before.

The ancestor said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I was too shocked and surprised! I didn't pay attention to hold my breath for a while. Is it true that Yanhua hasn't really fallen yet?! Her soul lamp is not Is it gone?!"

Yan Zixiu asked: "Fairy Yanhua's soul lamp went out, did the ancestor see it with his own eyes?"

Patriarch Wenxuan pondered: "Well... I was not in the sect at the time. But I did see the extinguished soul lamp when I came back. So, did someone tamper with the soul lamp?"

"Old Ancestor, how about we go to Fairy Yanhua's residence and discuss with Mr. Lan?"

"Okay, we'll go right away." Patriarch Wenxuan collected the original rune model and released his spirit bird from the spirit beast ring.

There was a flash of five-color brilliance, and a giant multi-colored green luan appeared in midair.

Patriarch Wenxuan waved his sleeves and flew onto Qingluan's back with Yan Zixiu. "Walk!"

This Qingluan is an eighth-level spiritual bird, equivalent to a monk in the early stage of Yuanying, with a high level of cultivation and good at flying.Spreading his wings, he carried the two of them to Fairy Yanhua's cave in a short while.

Lan dreamed that Patriarch Wenxuan and Yan Zixiu came together, and she understood everything.

She rushed over and knelt down, hugged Patriarch's legs and cried loudly: "Patriarch, you have to make the decision for my master! My master is wronged!"

The ancestor looked up to the sky and screamed: "No matter who the person who harmed Yanhua is, I am absolutely incompatible with him!"

Qingluan communicated with his master, and also uttered a clear and long cry.

"Old Ancestor, Mr. Lan, let's find a way to find Fairy Yanhua as soon as possible." Under Yan Zixiu's persuasion, the two of them gradually calmed down.

Lan Meng took the ancestor to watch the Tibetan acrostic poems and riddle poems, as well as the place where the jade box was hidden.

The three of them returned to the waterside pavilion. The ancestor stroked the handwriting on the wall again, and his eyes became moist again: "Hua'er, Hua'er, where are you?"

Lan Meng said bitterly: "Old Ancestor, that Gu Lan is the most suspicious, she should know where my master is."

The old ancestor looked a little bit painful: "I know she is the most suspected. But if you want to catch her, Brother Wen Yao will probably not allow it. On the one hand, I am not the opponent of Brother Wen Yao in terms of strength. On the other hand, even if Brother Wen Yao does not stop, Now that the enemy is at hand, I can't engage in internal strife."

Lan Meng said anxiously: "But one more day of delay, my master will suffer one more day, and the danger will accompany her one more day."

Patriarch Wenxuan sat down weakly, bowed his head and remained silent.

Lan dreamed for a while and asked, "Old Ancestor, you just said that the enemy is now, who is the enemy?"

"Anyone who wants to destroy my Four Elephant Sect is a great enemy." The ancestor said without thinking.

"My Four Elephant Sect? Haha, haha. Hahahaha." Lan Meng suddenly laughed a few times.

"Meng'er, Meng'er, don't you miss Master too much, are you about to lose your heart?" The ancestor hurriedly checked her pulse.

Lan Meng's face was serious: "Ancestor, I have not lost my heart. I am very calm. Please open the sound shield, Ancestor, I have something on my mind to tell you."

(End of this chapter)