Chapter 112 Su Changqing: I have killed others! "Senior brother, don't you want to break into the tower?" Seeing Su Changqing who stopped, Wu Yong asked with a smile on his face. These days, he has witnessed Su Changqing's madness. Except for using some resources to restore Qi and blood, he didn't even rest for a quarter of an hour. "Don't break in yet." Su Changqing shook his head and said: "There are only a few resource towers left in the first realm, and our resources are enough for the time being." "When we run out of resources, the resources will be updated next month. It won't be too late to try again then." After saying that, Su Changqing walked straight towards the resource hill that was glowing with light, and picked out the rare spiritual herbs among them. Most of these things are obtained from the Danfeng Resource Tower, and the rewards for completing the levels there are mostly elixirs for alchemy.
Now that he has the resources for cultivation, he is not in a hurry and plans to cure Uncle Fu's illness first. "Senior Brother, why are you only using elixirs? Do you want to learn alchemy?" Wu Yong asked curiously when he saw this. "No, Uncle Fu is sick. I'm going to make some soup." Su Changqing said. "Bake medicine? Senior brother can also treat diseases?" Wu Yong asked with great interest. In this era when alchemy is popular, it is rare to see people who know medical skills. It's not that medical skills are not popular, but that practitioners rarely make the determination to learn such complicated things. If you have this time, wouldn't it be good to learn alchemy? "I just figured it out, I hope it will be of some use." Su Changqing selected the elixir and replied casually. In fact, he was a little unsure about the Heavenly Doctor Qijuan. Let's say he is fake. When he was in the ruins of the Sword Emperor Sect, he was able to help him transform into heaven and earth. Later, his cultivation of the divine body was also very useful. But to say that He is real, Uncle Wenlin could not be saved back then. Because of this incident, he has not understood the Heavenly Medicine Scroll for a long time. "I hope it works this time." With some hope, Su Changqing greeted Wu Yong and went to the stone temple on the top of the mountain. "It turns out I was thinking about it for fun." Wu Yong shook his head and smiled and didn't take it to heart. He turned his head and focused his fiery eyes on the pile of resources. "Now, finally no one can stop me from cultivating the Hunyuan Zhoutian Divine Body!"
… Peak, stone palace. Uncle Fu was sitting cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by powerful aura, and was recovering from the injuries in his body. At his level, minor injuries can be healed instantly, and even the pain of a broken limb is nothing. The most important thing is internal injury, the origin is damaged, and the foundation is unstable, so even if there is a panacea, it will not help. I can only calm down and slowly warm up. "call" After a while, Fu Bo Gong turned around and Zhou Tian opened his eyes and let out a long breath. The gas was faintly dark red, flying along the stone hall, penetrating the thick stone wall, and escaping into the void. "It seems that in another year, this injury will be healed." After looking inside, a smile appeared on Fu Bo's face. "It's just a minor injury. If I drink a few more sips of this wine, I'll be able to recover in half a year." Wu Jiuling grinned and threw the wine gourd in his hand to Uncle Fu. His wine is no ordinary product. It was brewed by a master of alchemy and spent a lot of precious treasures. "Small injury." Uncle Fu smiled bitterly when he heard this. Compared with Wu Jiuling, there was probably no serious injury in the world. He looked at the other person and said with pity on his face: "Senior, haven't you seen the Alchemy Master to see your injury?" "Maybe there are some magical elixirs that can suppress the great emperor's charm?" Wu Jiuling waved his hand, "It's useless." "I have been to Tiandan Pavilion no less than ten times, and even the master of the pavilion came forward in person, but nothing could be done." "Great Emperor" He looked up to the sky and sighed, "Even a trace of Tao Yun is not something we can bear." Uncle Fu sighed softly when he heard this. Tiandan Pavilion, one of the five realms of transcendent forces, is the holy land for those who refine alchemy in the world. There are a group of the most powerful alchemists in the world gathered inside, and countless people come to seek alchemy every day. If even Tiandan Pavilion is unable to do anything, then this injury will be basically untreatable. Talking about this, the atmosphere in the stone palace couldn't help but become a little quiet. But at this moment, a burst of footsteps sounded from the outside world.
"Uncle Fu, I made some soup for you, drink it while it's hot." As the voice fell, Su Changqing walked in holding a bowl of steaming soup. "Master, my illness is not a problem, do you still remember?" Uncle Fu quickly stood up, looked at Su Changqing who was coming with the medicine, felt warm in his heart, smiled and shook his head. How could his injury be cured by a bowl of soup? "No matter how big or small the disease is, it is better to cure it radically." Su Changqing handed over the decoction with a chuckle. "It's Chang Qing's wish, you'd better drink it." Wu Jiuling said with a joking smile from the side. Upon seeing this, Uncle Fu shook his head, smiled, and drank the soup in the bowl. A warm current emerged from his belly, but the weak medicinal power had no effect on his injuries. However, Su Changqing didn't intend to cure Uncle Fu with a bowl of decoction. What really worked was the acupuncture method. "Fu Bo." Su Changqing took out the silver needle and his face became more serious. "I learned a set of acupuncture techniques a few years ago, which is very effective in treating various injuries." "but." As he said that, Su Changqing hesitated. "What's the matter? Master, it's okay to say it," Uncle Fu said with a smile. "However, this acupuncture method has killed many people." Su Changqing looked a little embarrassed, but after finishing speaking, he immediately said seriously: "Although I can't guarantee that I can completely cure the disease, I will definitely not aggravate the injury." "The last time it was an accident, it was probably because the patient's injuries were too severe and he was not treated in time, so..." After deciding to treat Uncle Fu, Su Changqing studied the wonders of heavenly medicine for a long time. He turned it over and over and found that no matter how he looked at it, there was nothing wrong with what he had treated. Now that I think about it, Uncle Wenlin was probably seriously ill and the treatment was too late. "Have you ever put anyone to death? Who is it?" Uncle Fu, who knew Su Changqing's origin, was greatly surprised when he heard this. "Hey, it's an uncle from my village named Su Wenlin." Thinking of that familiar face, Su Changqing couldn't help but look sad. "puff!"
When Wu Jiuling, who was drinking, heard this, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of wine and stared: "Who?" "Su Wenlin?" Wu Jiuling stroked his forehead, thinking he had drunk too much. Su Wenlin, isn't that the newly promoted quasi-emperor of the Su family, but was he executed by Su Changqing? Uncle Fu also wiped the cold sweat on his head. What he said was so scary. But when he thought about it again, he understood what was going on. It must be that the Su family had something important to do, and Su Wenlin needed to 'disappear', and by coincidence, he was 'executed' by Su Changqing. Thinking of this, he shook his head and said: "Young master, don't worry. Old man, I'm still strong and strong. You can rest assured." Uncle Fu sighed inwardly. Although Sunan's education method is effective, it also has many drawbacks. At the very least, this medical skill left a lot of shadows on Su Changqing, so much so that he did not dare to use it easily again. "Forget it, even if it doesn't work by then, I'll say it's cured." "It's a good thing to be able to help Chang Qing erase the shadow in his heart." Thinking of this, Uncle Fu looked at Su Changqing and smiled softly and said: "Don't be afraid, young master. You can stick it as much as you want. This silver needle can't kill someone." Wu Jiuling on the side also noticed something at this time, shook his head and smiled. Stab someone to death? One is a quasi-emperor, and the other is a great sage. Even if Su Changqing holds a holy weapon, it is impossible, let alone a few silver needles. "I don't know who was so bored that he actually taught Changqing this medical skill that has long been abandoned by the world." "It's okay to just have fun, but don't neglect your real job." With this thought, Wu Jiuling raised his head and looked at Su Changqing. Uncle Fu on the side also sat cross-legged with a slight smile on his face, waiting for Su Changqing to do something. "Uncle Fu, if anything goes wrong, remember to call me." Su Changqing, who was a little nervous, took a deep breath. After opening his eyes again, his eyes were filled with silence, and a flash of silver light flashed past.