Yipin Tang

Chapter 119 Divine Iron
People in ancient times did not take drugs such as antibiotics, so the body did not develop drug resistance. The effect of anti-inflammatory drugs is very obvious, and the liquid in the infusion bottle has been used for less than half the bottle. The anti-inflammatory drugs he was taking helped.

At first the boy's face was pale, but now there was a tinge of blood, and his breathing became much smoother.

After a while, the boy's eyelids moved, his lips opened and closed as if he wanted to say something, the blacksmith couldn't hear clearly and was in a hurry, Wang Xiang smiled and asked someone to bring a bowl of water for the boy to drink.

After drinking the water, the young man opened his eyes. Although he still looked weak, he was much better than his half-dead appearance, and everyone onlookers were amazed.

The priest of Xizhou Palace stepped forward to look curiously at the wound on the boy's leg. The wound hadn't deteriorated, and the festering part had subsided a lot, and the way he looked at Wang Xiang suddenly changed.

With such an ability to bring the dead back to life, it is no wonder that he was named a marquis at a young age.

The boy was fully awake after drinking the water, and was startled when he saw a strange thing connecting the back of his hand to the glass bottle on the blacksmith's shoulder.

"Don't move!" Wang Xiang and the blacksmith shouted at the same time.

The boy who was about to dial the infusion tube stopped, and looked at the blacksmith with a puzzled expression.

"This is life-saving fairy liquid, don't mess around with it." The blacksmith quickly comforted his son.

Hearing this, the young man didn't dare to move any more, he lay down obediently, but kept looking at the infusion tube curiously. He felt a little coolness on the back of his hand, as if something was flowing into his body through that strange tube.

Is this the fairy liquid that father said?
He remembers that he followed his father to the Vulcan Cave in the mountains to forge weapons and was accidentally scalded by magma on his left leg. The wound never healed. His father took him to see many priests, but everyone said he was helpless. He didn't know how long he was in a coma. When he woke up Afterwards, I felt that the injury on my leg didn't seem so uncomfortable.

After all the medicine in the infusion bottle was infused, the young man seemed much more energetic. He was as rough and thick as a blacksmith. When Wang Xiang pulled out the needle for him, he only felt the back of his hand as if he had been bitten by a mosquito.

"I, I'm hungry." The boy blushed and whispered to the blacksmith.

He couldn't eat at all during the few days he was in a coma, and now he woke up feeling very hungry.

When the blacksmith heard that his son was hungry, he quickly prepared food for him. Wang Xiang reminded him: "He just woke up and shouldn't eat too much. It's better to get some light soup to moisten his stomach first, and then eat more when he recovers. "

Wang Xiang is now a god-like figure in the eyes of the blacksmith, and he naturally obeys his words.

Once the inflammation is gone, as long as the wound no longer infects the boy's wound, it will be fine. Wang Xiang handed over the remaining hydrogen peroxide and normal saline to the blacksmith and asked him to clean the boy's wound every day.

The hydrogen peroxide and normal saline are contained in glass bottles. The blacksmith hesitated to accept such a valuable thing, but when he thought that his son's injury would need to use the fairy liquid in the glass bottle, he felt very entangled.

Wang Xiang guessed the reason for his entanglement, smiled and said: "You can just send the bottle to Xizhou Prince's Mansion after using up the potion inside." Don't take it to heart, besides, he will return to Chang'an in a few days.

The onlookers lamented that such a precious colored glass bottle was placed in someone else's place like this. They thought it would be impossible for them to do so, but in their opinion, although the colored glass bottle was precious, the fairy liquid inside was even more precious.

The blacksmith looked at Wang Xiang, who had a sincere face, pulled the young man to his knees, and gave Wang Xiang the biggest gift in Wuzhana. But he was really not used to others kneeling in front of him, so he quickly asked Tie Dan and Lai Fu to help them up, but the blacksmith was determined this time, and did not get up until he finished the salute.

Wang Xiang handed the remaining anti-inflammatory medicine to the blacksmith: "Take this medicine two pills a day, and his injury will be almost healed after taking the medicine."

The blacksmith took the medicine carefully and thanked him again.

After working for so long, it's not too late. Looking up, Ju Yiya and Haitang are not only not impatient, but they are all full of interest, and their eyes are full of admiration.

Wang Xiang smiled helplessly and said, "We should go back too."

When the blacksmith heard that Wang Xiang was leaving, he quickly came over with the short sword in his hand.

"When forging this sword, I melted a small piece of divine iron, so it is much sharper than other weapons."

"Shentie?" Wang Xiang took the dagger and was curious when he heard what the blacksmith said.

Although the short sword is precious, it is nothing compared to the fairy liquid that brings back life from the dead. The blacksmith was not sure how to repay Wang Xiang, and he was delighted to hear that he seemed to be interested in Shentie.

"The divine iron fell from the sky. Even the sharpest weapon can't leave a trace on the divine iron, and ordinary flames can't melt the divine iron. I still melted a small piece of divine iron by borrowing the divine fire from the Vulcan Cave. A shortsword made of divine iron is sharper than the best weapon we've ever forged."

The divine iron that fell from the sky?Isn't that meteorite!This is a good thing!

But what is the Vulcan Cave he was talking about, and what is the Shenhuo, why does it sound so mysterious?
After some explanations by the blacksmith, Wang Xiang finally figured it out. There are many volcanoes in the Uzhana country, and most people believe in the god of fire. There is a cave in the village where the blacksmith lives. Because the lava in the cave is exposed to the surface, it is called fire by the villagers. The god cave, the lava fire is regarded as the god fire by them.The boy was injured by the divine fire in their eyes, and the damage caused by the divine fire can be cured. In the eyes of the blacksmith, Wang Xiang is already a god-like figure.

Wang Xiang is still very interested in the magic iron mentioned by the blacksmith, and Tie Dan just lacks a good weapon.

They followed the blacksmith to their temporary residence. The place was quite spacious and well-furnished. It was much better than most temporary residences of foreign businessmen. The weapons made by the blacksmiths of Uzhana were very popular in the Western Regions, so they life is relatively rich.

The blacksmith first carried the boy to the bed and let him lie down to rest, then took Wang Xiang and others to a small room behind.

Wang Xiang saw an ugly dark silver iron block in the corner of the room at a glance. It was full of holes of different sizes. It looked uglier than a potato. If the blacksmith hadn't heard it beforehand, no one would have thought of it. An ugly lump of iron is god iron.

Meteorite is not big, less than half a person's height, but Wang Xiang is already very pleasantly surprised. Meteorite is not ordinary iron. After being burned by the atmosphere, what is left is essence. Meteorite with a height of half a person is far beyond he expected.

"I want this piece of divine iron, how much is it for you?"

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