In a thatched house in the backyard of Han Bingchun's house.

The white-browed Taoist looked at the purple-black Lan Feihong lying on the wooden bed and shook his head. His face was extremely ugly. Although he had taken poison-proof pills before coming here, what he had inhaled was the rat corpse poison sprayed by the gray rat demon. Even the white-browed Taoist

Immortal cultivators with magical power dare not touch it easily. Once this poison enters the body, it will coagulate the blood in the whole body and destroy the internal organs, making it difficult for immortals to save it!

"Hey!" Taoist Baimei sighed softly. Although immortal cultivators pay attention to having no desires and are indifferent to life and death, after getting along with Lan Feihong during these days, Taoist Baimei treated him sincerely. Now he can only see that his apprentice is about to die.

In front of myself, I really feel heartbroken!

"It seems that our relationship as master and disciple has ended!" Taoist Baimei lowered his head and paused. He was lonely and depressed, his eyes dim, and he sat quietly beside Lan Feihong's wooden bed all night.

"Ahem..."

In the early morning, a cough suddenly sounded from behind. Taoist Baimei suddenly turned around and looked at Lan Feihong, only to see him sitting up and wiping his eyes, and said: "Master, where are we?"

Taoist Baimei couldn't believe it. He was stunned on the spot. Several thoughts flashed through his mind: Could it be that he was controlled by rat poison and turned into a zombie? No, he can still speak human words and his breath is gentle. Could it be...

Taoist Baimei hurriedly squatted down and grabbed Lan Feihong's arm to feel his pulse. His pulse beat strongly, his blood was gentle and fresh, and there was no sign of poisoning. At this moment, even Taoist Baimei was a little confused.

"Apprentice, do you remember what happened?" Taoist Baimei forced himself to calm down and asked.

Lan Feihong only said that he saw a rat, but he didn't know if it was real or a dream, and he had no memory after that.

Taoist Baimei asked again: "Did you have any adventures when you were a child?"

Lan Feihong thought for a while and shook his head. He had never been out of Xianshou Mountain since he was a child.

Since Lan Feihong had forgotten what happened, Taoist Baimei no longer mentioned it, but the unanswerable doubts in his heart made him restless, so he said: "Put out your hand, I will ask you for something."

Lan Feihong obediently stretched out his right arm and asked puzzledly: "What does Master want?"

"Your blood!" Taoist Baimei said lightly, stretched out his hand and lightly made a cut on his forearm, blood immediately flowed down his arm, Lan Feihong was startled by the pain and quickly retracted, Taoist Baimei said again:

"Stretch out, don't panic."

Lan Feihong nodded and stretched out his arm again. The white-browed Taoist stared at the scarlet blood flowing out of his wound, squeezed his two white eyebrows into one, then took a pottery bowl, took a few drops, and left without saying a word.

Lan Feihong was puzzled. He didn't know what his master said and did. He was very confused.

After a long time, Taoist Baimei returned again. This time he looked at Lan Feihong with strange eyes, because just now he drank the blood from Lan Feihong's body to several people who were infected with the plague. It didn't take long for those people to retreat.

After the fever subsided, the gray-purple poisonous gas on his face gradually faded away, and his illness was miraculously suppressed. It was really incredible.

"Master, why are you looking at me like this?" Lan Feihong felt uncomfortable being stared at by Taoist Baimei. Taoist Baimei thought for a while and said, "Apprentice, either you are pregnant with a rare treasure, or you have a world-shattering bloodline!"

Obviously Taoist Baimei knew that Lan Feihong knew nothing about his condition and his origins.

"What does the master mean?" Lan Feihong tilted his head and looked confused. What happened to the master today? Why did he say and do things he didn't understand?

Taoist Baimei thought for a while and sighed slightly. After all, his apprentice was only a child of seven or eight years old. However, Taoist Baimei's original intention of only teaching him some superficial kung fu changed at this time.

"Teacher, speak frankly!" Baimei Taoist said: "Your blood can cure the plague."

"What?" Lan Feihong couldn't believe his ears: "Master, you said my blood can save the villagers infected with the plague? Isn't that more powerful than Master's elixir?"

"Although I don't know why, your blood does have the effect of being immune to all poisons." Taoist Baimei said slowly: "Now that the matter is over, are you willing to save those villagers?"

Lan Feihong thought for a while and nodded heavily. Taoist Baimei looked pleased: "With this kind of character, you will definitely be able to accomplish something in the future. Don't worry, disciple. I only take a little blood for my master and it won't hurt your roots. You can go back to Ziyang Temple."

You can recover in a few days of training.”

Sure enough, all the people in Qianmen Village who were infected by the plague recovered after drinking Lan Feihong's blood. The villagers were overjoyed and kowtowed in thanks, calling for gods to come down to earth. When the plague in the village was completely cured, Taoist Baimei led Lan Feihong back to Ziyang Temple.

, all the money and livestock sent by everyone to express their gratitude were rejected by them one by one, but they could not resist the enthusiasm of the people and finally accepted only the bundle of dry firewood brought by Bingchun. The people of Qianmen Village were naturally grateful to the living gods who did not ask for anything in return.

He showed great respect and followed closely until he reached the foot of Picking Peak Mountain.

Back in the temple, Taoist Baimei asked the pale Lan Feihong to take good care of himself. The next day, he took the precious medicinal materials from the nursery and personally made a bottle of Jingjing powder for him to restore his vitality, and told him to take it morning and evening, within seven days.

He was completely restored.

On this day, Lan Feihong felt very energetic. He climbed out of bed in a blink of an eye. When he opened the door, he happened to see Taoist Baimei practicing martial arts in the courtyard. He sat quietly in front of the door and dragged his cheeks to watch, thinking in his heart: "If I have

It would be great if Master could use his martial arts skills to lift weights easily!"

The white-browed Taoist looked straight ahead, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Apparently, he had already noticed Lan Feihong peeping from the side. He continued to practice as if nothing had happened. Lan Feihong stared at the study intently. Occasionally he stood up and imitated the white-browed Taoist's posture, but it was just

I've only learned half-baked, but I'm totally different.

"It seems that you have fully recovered!" A voice rang in his ears. Lan Feihong was startled. He hurriedly stopped and turned around and lowered his head: "Master...I..."

"It doesn't matter." Taoist Baimei chuckled: "From now on, if you get up early, you can learn from my teacher!"

Lan Feihong raised his head, with fiery eyes, and said, "Really?"

"Is there still practice in Zhoutian Breathing Technique?" Taoist Baimei asked. Lan Feihong stuck out his tongue and shook his head. It has indeed been abandoned recently.

"In a few days, the Qianling Ginseng grass planted by my teacher will be mature. You must guard it at all times. When its stems and leaves completely turn purple, you must place a stick of incense on its branches and leaves.

Tie a red rope, then use jade pieces to peel away the soil and clean the roots. Do not touch it with your hands." Taoist Bai Mei solemnly warned: "Do you remember what I said?"

Lan Feihong nodded seriously. It seemed that the master attached great importance to the spiritual grass. What he didn't know was that the Qianling Ginseng Grass was formed from the spiritual seeds planted by Taoist Baimei when he first came to Ziyang Temple thirty years ago.

, it took thirty years of sun and moon to grow. It is the main medicinal material for refining the spirit-gathering and qi-condensing pill. It is a panacea that can improve the cultivation level of Qi-training monks below the foundation level. It is very precious.

In the next few days, Lan Feihong guarded the spiritual grass in the nursery without letting up for a moment, while Taoist Baimei was very busy in and out these two days, preparing other utensils and auxiliary medicines for alchemy.

Finally, five days later, when the moon set and the sun rose in the early morning, Lan Feihong saw that the stems and leaves of the Thousand Lingshen grass, which originally had some light green spots, had completely turned purple. He took out the red rope he had prepared and hurried forward to tie it on its branches.

He tied a slipknot everywhere, then took out two pieces of jade that had already been polished and started digging.

Lan Feihong handled it with great detail, but what he didn't expect was that the rhizomes of this ginseng grass grew so densely in the soil. The master also said that the roots must not be broken. It was really a serious project and it took him a whole morning to concentrate on it.

It took a while to finish cleaning up, but I was so tired that I couldn't even straighten my back.

Carefully pick up the Thousand Lingshen Grass wrapped in cotton cloth. The berries are only the size of a palm. Lan Feihong feels that the Lingshen Grass looks like a little person. It also exudes a faint fragrance. After taking a sip, he suddenly feels relaxed and happy. Suddenly he feels a sensation in his lower abdomen.

There is a slight coolness everywhere, and the air mass that has not appeared for a long time appears in the body again, wandering erratically, like an electric current passing through, feeling cool and numb!

"Feihong, why haven't you brought the spiritual grass yet?" The words of Taoist Baimei coming from the house made Lan Feihong come out of his daze and hurriedly gave the Qianling Ginseng Grass in his hand.
Chapter completed!