Chapter 991 Controlling Toxins
Lantai pavilions, small bridges and flowing water.
The wood is sandalwood, which is connected one by one to form a row of winding sandalwood trails. From a distance, it looks like a long dragon made of sandalwood.
Soon, Jiang Yingrong led the two of them to a women's boudoir, where the purple smoke was rising, light and elegant, with a refreshing fragrance, which had the effect of removing stasis and promoting blood circulation.
Jiang Yingrong put her index finger on her red lips, made a silent movement, lowered her voice, and said, "Elder Zhihai is about to administer silver needles to Xiaoman, please don't make any noise, he doesn't like being disturbed by others. Besides, like this It’s also good for Xiaoman’s injury.”
Ouyang Ming and He Jian immediately understood, showing an expression that I understand, and looked over.
I saw Xiaoman lying flat on the bed, with his upper body naked, his face was bloodless, and it was still faintly black. The eyebrows were tightly knit together, the breath seemed to be absent, and the eyes opened, without the agility before, only dull and dazed.
Jiang Zhihai also just looked over at this moment, three eyes met in the air, but no one spoke.
After a while, Jiang Zhihai withdrew his eyes, guarded the spirit altar, put the medicine stove and the package away, raised his hand to open the package, and took out a silver-white box. Flip the fingers upwards, put the thumb and middle finger together, make a flower shape, take out a silver needle, and transfer the spiritual power to it. The silver needle jumped immediately, exuding a faint fluorescence, rubbed the fingers twice, and pressed down lightly, the silver needle landed on Xiaoman's Tianling acupoint accurately like a stream of light.
But Xiaoman didn't feel the slightest bit, and even his expression didn't change.
Ou Yangming discovered that Jiang Zhihai applied the needles very quickly. No, this is not something that can be explained quickly, but proficiency, a skill that has reached an astonishing level.
But even so, his eyebrows were still slightly knit together, feeling that this method was a bit inappropriate.
Jiang Zhihai was so engrossed in giving acupuncture that he didn't notice Ouyang Ming's expression at all. On the contrary, it was Jiang Yingrong who was attentive to the subtleties and captured this subtle movement. He thought to himself, Elder Zhihai is already the most proficient in pharmacology and acupuncture in the Jiang family, why does Brother Yu still feel dissatisfied? Could it be... Thinking about it this way, she just felt that the sky covered by dark clouds was torn open again, and she saw hope again.
It was at this time that Jiang Zhihai picked up the second silver needle, and the spiritual power was transported to the fingertip along the meridian, and the finger shook slightly.
The silver needle seemed to have eyes, and it landed on Xiaoman's Quchi acupoint precisely and accurately.
Then there is the third and fourth roots, which fall on Tianhui Point and Baiya Point respectively.
After half an hour, Jiang Zhihai applied a total of dozens of silver needles.
Put away the medicine stove and the package, raised his hands to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, cupped his hands slightly, and lowered his voice to the lowest level: "Miss, I have tried my best, the venom in Xiaoman's body has penetrated into the internal organs and penetrated deep into the bone marrow. , and even the power of the bloodlines are fused together, to such an extent, it is already impossible for a god to save." His voice was very small, full of regret.
"Elder Zhihai, is there really nothing we can do?" Jiang Yingrong's voice was bitter.
"Yeah, this kind of poison is too domineering. It is constantly evolving and cooperating with each other. This old man has dealt with poisons all his life. I want to refine the elixir, but I don't have the ingredients." He looked at Jiang Yingrong with a helpless expression on his face, and at the same time, he kept looking at He Jian and Ouyang Ming from the corner of his eye.
Guessing the identities of the two.
"Let me give it a try!" Hearing this, Ouyang Ming stepped forward, and walked directly to the bed without waiting for anyone's answer.
Jiang Zhihai had a look of suspicion on his face, but he didn't speak, and looked at Jiang Yingrong quietly.
Jiang Yingrong pondered for a while, and said softly: "I believe Brother Yu..." She seemed to be encouraging herself, and then continued: "The elixir that Brother Yu refined in the ancient city before caused a sensation, and all forces rushed to buy it. Erysipelas and poison are interlinked, this is the truth left by the ancestors, it is not wrong to think about it."
Hearing these words, the suspicious look on Jiang Zhihai's face became a little less. Since he can refine elixir, he must have some accomplishments in detoxification.
Ouyang Ming looked at Xiaoman, with a distressed look on his face, and with a thought, he stepped into the realm of sympathy between heaven and man, and a mysterious and mysterious aura spread out.
It seems that at this moment, he has become the only ruler in this space, he can say what he says, and every word and action coincides with the way of heaven. This is the mystery of the sympathy between heaven and man.
The golden mental power surged out and penetrated into Xiaoman's body to check Xiaoman's injuries.
Suddenly, a shocking wound appeared in his spiritual world. Ouyang Ming knew in his heart that this was the scar left by the force of the blood being forcibly drawn. Although it has healed, it still leaves marks. And around the wound, a light black light kept flickering. Ouyang Ming observed it for a moment, and his majestic mental power swept away.
But as soon as it approached, the traces of black light completely merged into Xiaoman's flesh and bones. It is extremely difficult to eliminate. The only way to do this is to scrape off all the flesh and blood on Xiaoman's body, and then smash the bones into pieces. If it's just that, it's fine, what's even more frightening is that this kind of black light keeps devouring the spiritual power in Xiaoman's flesh and blood, growing itself, and then deriving changes, turning one into ten, ten into hundreds, endless. It is also Xiaoman who has a deep obsession in his heart, otherwise, he would have withered like a flower long ago.
And another kind of light silver energy separates every bone in Xiaoman's body, delaying the spread of the toxin.
Ouyang Ming knew that this silver energy should be left over from Jiang Zhihai's silver needle.
He took a deep breath of cool air, a glow appeared in his dantian, the white robe moved automatically without wind, and the majestic spiritual power flowed through his veins, pouring into Xiaoman's body along the palm of his hand, shaking his internal organs, tendons, etc. All veins are protected. But after a while, Ouyang Ming was surprised to find that his spiritual power was slowly eroded by this black glow, and more black glows were born.
He was silent for a while, the fierce look in his eyes flashed away, and he sneered in his heart: "Swallow? It depends on whether you have this ability!"
The thought sank slightly, mobilized the power of devouring, and pointed at Xiaoman's eyebrows. This power that seemed to be able to devour everything in time immediately circulated in Xiaoman's meridians with Ouyang Ming's thoughts. In a flash, the black light in Xiaoman's body kept shrinking its range of motion as if encountering a natural enemy. Entrenched in flesh and blood.
But this devouring power is extremely overbearing, tearing out the black light with a tyrannical posture, and devouring it directly.
But there were too many black lights, and they were fused with flesh and blood, so Ouyang Ming could only do the next best thing, protecting Xiaoman's heart veins with devouring power, and slowly figured it out.
And with the continuous flow of devouring power, the toxin in Xiaoman's body stopped spreading and developed in a positive direction.
Half an hour later, Ouyang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, opened his eyes, turned around, and said with a light smile, "The toxin in Xiaoman's body has been temporarily controlled. When the toxin becomes weaker, I will refine it." A kind of elixir, within a month, he will be able to become as powerful as a dragon."
"Here, brother Yu... are you telling the truth?" Jiang Yingrong was startled for a moment, and then revealed a look of surprise.
After seeing Ouyang Ming, she felt more self-blame in her heart, and there was an invisible voice in her mind, scolding herself all the time. Hearing this answer now, the huge boulder weighing on his heart suddenly lightened.
"Of course it's true!" Ouyang Ming nodded heavily.
He Jian's body trembled, but his face didn't change much.
Jiang Zhihai stepped forward and walked out with a very complicated face. He said softly, "Can I let the old man check it out?" Well, Ouyang Ming's age is too young to be convincing.
"Please!" Ouyang Ming looked calm and raised his hand to invite.
Jiang Zhihai walked to the bedside, his center of gravity sank, his thoughts were the same, with a light touch of a finger, the spiritual power entered Xiaoman's body along the finger, and circulated in the meridians.
Immediately, every subtle change in Xiaoman's body immediately appeared in his perception. The raging black awns all curled up as if encountering the most frightening thing. Power devours relentlessly, less and less.
In his perception, this power is extremely terrifying. It is not the quantity, but the essential difference.
If you really want to use words to describe it, this is a higher level of power.
Of course, Jiang Zhihai's cultivation base was not at the middle level of a spiritual master, so he naturally didn't know what was different, he just felt heart palpitations, as if being stared at by a poisonous snake in the dark.
Opening his eyes, he took a breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, cupped his fists and said, "Master Yu's accomplishments in detoxification are beyond shame." Before he heard Jiang Yingrong call Ouyang Mingyu brother, so he called Master Yu will not be wrong.
"Elder Zhihai is too much." Ouyang Ming returned the gift with a smile.
The sorrow in the corners of Jiang Yingrong's eyes finally eased, and she said with a light smile, "Brother Yu, since Xiaoman's injuries have been brought under control, you should take a rest and take a hot bath." He Jian pretended to be resentful: "Don't you think so, Elder He?"
He Jian smiled wryly, he naturally knew what this "Elder He" meant.
At this moment, Jiang Qingcheng quietly poked her head in from the door, bent her eyes, and said with a smile: "I'll take Uncle Yu to rest first!" Obviously, she had been hiding outside the door for a long time, and just as she finished speaking, Walking to Ouyang Ming's side in small steps, he gently grabbed the corner of his sleeve and told him to leave quickly.
Jiang Yingrong showed pity on her face, but she didn't even want to say a serious word. Besides, in her heart, it was her wish that Qingcheng was close to Ouyangming. After all, she saw Ouyang Ming's various strange abilities in her eyes and remembered them in her heart. If he could learn a little bit, wouldn't Qingcheng be of great use in this life? ...
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