fifth form

"She's a little sick!"

Ever since Zhang Xuezhou obtained the Taiqing Technique, he has been invincible in healing injuries with this technique.

Not only did he save himself, he also saved many great figures, such as the Golden Chan King, the Tiger King and so on.

From skin injuries to flesh injuries, to bone injuries, and now to internal injuries, the level of Zhang Xuezhou's tai halal technique is constantly improving, and the corresponding curative effect is getting stronger and stronger.

But for the first time, he encountered the problem that he couldn't even stop the bleeding when he cast a spell.

Seeing the blood continuously flowing down from the woman's skirt pants, he couldn't help but feel that it was tricky.

"Is there no way to save it?" the middle-aged beautiful woman asked urgently.

"The demon blood she ate is too violent. It's worse than beating chicken blood. The blood oozes out, heals a little and then cracks. There is simply no law to cure it," Zhang Xuezhou said solemnly.

"Can you think of a way?" The middle-aged beautiful woman begged: "She is also a hard-working person!"

"The most difficult thing to save in the world is the poor!"

Zhang Xuezhou read a sentence.

He looked up at the bottom of the cauldron, then at the woman, and felt that the other party could not bear the great luck, nor could he bear the benefits.

"You have to let her have some luck," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"It's about this time, so don't worry about whether you're lucky or not, just give her a few more spells!"

Looking at Zhang Xuezhou who still pays attention to 'luck', the middle-aged beautiful woman finds it difficult to understand the thinking of such people.

She has some great abilities, but she doesn't have the means of strong healing, and she can't make an unlucky ghost get lucky quickly.

"Now I feel like I put a stone in the flood when I performed the spell, and it will soon be submerged." Zhang Xuezhou thought about it: "If you can't make her have good luck, you can make me have a little bit of good luck!" "

"I can't make you lucky!"

"This kind of thing is not difficult, just let me meet a noble person to help!"

"Where is the nobleman at this hour and a half!"

The middle-aged beautiful woman murmured, she didn't realize it until Zhang Xuezhou put her eyes on herself.

"You mean to say that I am a nobleman?" The middle-aged beautiful woman said in disbelief, "But I am just a grave keeper. It’s all bad luck, it’s impossible to have much good luck, and it’s impossible to be a noble person!”

"Then you have to find a more normal nobleman." Zhang Xuezhou said: "Her current injury is really difficult to treat, and when I run out of magic power due to random spells, then I can't even release the spell, and she may be even more difficult to save. "

Hanging the woman under the cauldron for a while, Zhang Xuezhou felt that if the other party was unlucky, it should be almost done by now.

The woman who has been washed has a high probability of mediocre luck at this time, and it is relatively difficult for a good thing to happen, especially this kind of big event involving life.

Zhang Xuezhou narrated his theory, which made the middle-aged beautiful woman think for a while.

"Is this kind of nobleman really useful?" The middle-aged beautiful woman asked incredulously.

"It's okay to try it!"

No beliefs and reasons are worth a try. There will be no more pieces of meat if you don’t believe it, and you won’t lose a piece of meat if you believe it.

The middle-aged beautiful woman pondered for a while before asking about the relevant conditions.

"The cultivation level needs to be higher than that of the children. It is best to be someone from the imperial court of a certain country who can help a little and has no conflict with the children. If you want to say this, I know a widow. The man died a few years ago, oh, the man has no effect, the man's death is the man's own bad luck!"

The middle-aged beautiful woman was finally relieved.

Zhang Xuezhou's set of selection criteria is not unique, but if the above conditions can be met, the other party may not be unlucky.

This was also something that Zhang Xuezhou had discussed with Dong Zhongshu and others. They all wanted to rely on the big tree of the imperial court to change their luck, and even wanted to rely on the new emperor to change their luck. They had clearer standards for the corresponding selection.

It doesn't matter whether the widow called brings tea and water or scrubs and washes the woman's body, these things can be called helping.

When calling for help again, the middle-aged beautiful woman drove the bronze carriage and let everyone leave the hall.

Shuttle back and forth in the underground palace, when the middle-aged beautiful woman urged the bronze horse to charge upwards, they had already broken through the ground.

The lazy sun shines on the body, and the gentle breeze makes people feel refreshed.

Compared with the bottom of the tripod, the outside temperature and other conditions are indeed better.

"Wait for me, I'll go find that widow, and I'll be right back!"

The bronze carriage finally stopped under a pavilion paved with weeds, where there were straw mats, firewood and alchemy furnace.

After the woman was put away, the middle-aged beautiful woman bowed to Zhang Xuezhou, and then floated away in the wind.

"It's really a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers!"

Zhang Xuezhou looked in the direction of the underground palace, and felt that there were endless hidden schools in Nanbubuzhou, even a woman guarding the tomb had unpredictable abilities.

He pondered for a while, and then opened the alchemy furnace used for refining in the pavilion, only to feel a pungent smell coming to his nostrils.

Women's alchemy is not made by mixing various herbs, but is similar to chemical pharmaceuticals, adding cinnabar, hardware, ping stone, realgar, etc., and finally formed a 'waidan'.

"Should have gastric lavage!"

Zhang Xuezhou finally made a judgment.

It's nothing more than changing the physique with the demon blood. At most, it can make some parts of the body demonized, or turn people into chaotic and irrational creatures, but the woman may also be poisoned.

Too halal can't solve the poisoning, which may be one of the reasons why the other party's wounds are difficult to heal.

Zhang Xuezhou walked back and forth, constantly thinking about how to solve the problem of gastric lavage.

The woman's consciousness is extremely vague, and the method of inducing vomiting and gastric lavage may be difficult to achieve, but if Zhang Xuezhou is to get some chemical agent to induce vomiting, he will not be able to get it out for a while.

While thinking about this question, Zhang Xuezhou saw a beautiful middle-aged woman floating in the distance, and a big bird with three blue feathers hovering above her head.

"I helped you with this matter, you must avenge our family!"

When the voice of bitterness and hatred came, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help being slightly startled.

When the middle-aged beautiful woman and the big bird approached, Zhang Xuezhou saw that the big bird changed when it landed, and then turned into a beautiful woman in a feather robe.

"Don't think about revenge in your head." The middle-aged beautiful woman persuaded: "I heard that the Son of the Ten Yins is dead, you can look away!"

"My family once said that the Son of the Ten Yins has two lives, and he doesn't die so easily," the beautiful woman replied.

"But he is really dead, even Zhu Jiuyin started a war to avenge the Son of Ten Yins." The middle-aged beautiful woman said helplessly: "You don't believe me, you should believe in Zhu Jiuyin!"

"Zhu Jiuyin is old and her eyesight is not good, maybe she misread it!"

The beautiful woman was nagging, and she didn't set her eyes on the woman on the ground until the middle-aged beautiful woman urged her several times.

"I don't know how to save people." The beautiful woman spread her hands and said, "You tell me how to do it, and I will help you!"

"Sacred Son of the Ten Yins? My son? Zhu Jiuyin launched a war of revenge?"

In the nagging of the beautiful woman, Zhang Xuezhou roughly guessed the identity of the other party.

If Zhu Shiyin hit the wrong person correctly, the woman in front of him is the wife of the Star Officer Pleiades of Heaven.

The other party came from the heavenly court, possessed an identity similar to that of the imperial court, and had a very good cultivation base.

For a beautiful woman to please a middle-aged beautiful woman like this, even if this middle-aged beautiful woman is not at the level of the Lord of the Holy Land, there is a high probability that the other party has the existing strength of the Golden Crow Emperor.

Zhang Xuezhou was thoughtful, and when the middle-aged beautiful woman asked how to help, he proposed the idea of ​​gastric lavage.

"I will do this!"

Before Zhang Xuezhou could explain the difficulty of gastric lavage, the beautiful woman responded very quickly.