Si Rong of the world

The next day, the Witch Doctor Department

"Ah, it hurts..." Chong Qiu leaned on the mat and moaned in pain. Hearing that Chong Mang was going to give him the medicine himself, he was so frightened that he quickly clutched his elbow, trying to refuse.

"Hand over here." Chong Mang sat beside the table without raising his eyebrows, but his hands kept moving. He was busy grinding medicine powder for Chong Qiu to use.

"...Oh." Chongqiu swallowed. Usually, when he was seriously injured, it was the witch doctors who applied the medicine. He never knew that Chongmang could have this skill.It should be known that applying medicine is also a knowledge, especially for someone like him who is afraid of pain, the pain caused by the clumsy way of applying medicine can be worse than when he was injured.

Seeing that the powder has been ground, Chongqiu knew it was inevitable, he gritted his teeth, and stretched out his right hand as if death was at home.

The young man's arm was originally as tender as a lotus root, but now there are several large blisters from the back of the hand to the bottom of the elbow, which is very bleak. This is the mark of being burned by the fire.

Chongqiu used it before he had learned the essence of Lieshan's blazing flames. This was the result of releasing the aura but not being able to draw it back.

"It doesn't hurt and you don't have a long memory. Do you dare to use the blazing fire in the future?" Chong Mang warned, but evenly scattered the medicine powder on the wound on Chong Qiu's elbow, and carefully wrapped it with gauze stand up.

"Don't dare." Chongqiu looked at the elder brother bandaging himself in shock, for fear that the elder brother would poke the wound, but he didn't expect that there was almost no pain at all, and there was even a chilly and refreshing feeling.

After the bandage was finished, Chong Qiu shook his arm and said in surprise, "I woke up in a trance last night, and Aunt Wu said that it would be troublesome to deal with the burn, but I didn't think that brother would get it done so easily."

At this time, a chuckle came from the seat next to him, "Puff, this can only be done by the heavy light of a psychic witch."

Watching how the brothers interact with each other for half the salary, Can Cong feels that Chong Qiu is really unlucky. "Chongqiu, you didn't feel it. The medicinal powder your elder brother grinds is all new flowers. This is the way of rotten wood and flowers passed down in Lingshan."

"Blooming flowers from rotten wood?" Chongqiu was puzzled, after all, he only focused on the strategy of war, and he had no concept of medical methods. Emperor Yan had tasted hundreds of herbs and had thousands of medical skills. It seems that this son of Emperor Yan has no image at all. .

"..." Cancong sighed, he couldn't imagine how such a kid could become an emperor with the same reputation as Chongmang and Qianhuang.

"Blooming flowers from rotten wood is the method taught by the witches and witches who came from the Kunlun Lingshan during the Zhuolu God War." Cancong explained, "That witches and witches are Mr. Wu Xian, and it is precisely because of the Kunlun Taoism taught by Wu Xian. The combination of the traditional Chinese medicine method and the medical skills of Shennong Qibo is the reason for today's shamans in the world."

"In order to thank Kunlun for the preaching of spirit witches, there are ten high-level witches, all of whom gave up their original names of human races and inherited the name of ten witches of Lingshan."

"But even so, the law of rotten wood and flowers is still a shelved spell in the world. Even if I perceive the mood of plants and trees, I can't make plants bloom against their growth cycle."

Cancong enviously said, "It is rumored that the emperor's son Chongmang will go to Kunlun Xianshan to practice, so he has already comprehended this kind of Taoism."

"What, big brother is going to Kunlun to practice?" Chongqiu focused on the last sentence, "When will I go, why don't I know?"

The whole family knows about the relationship, but Chongqiu doesn't.

"It's probably the end of the ceremony, Qiu." Chongman helplessly grabbed Chongqiu's Luanwu's hand and pressed it back to the table.

"It's just been bandaged, don't move around, if the wound breaks open, I won't care about you when it hurts." Chong Mang's eyes swept across, and Chong Qiu immediately became as quiet as a chicken.

Cancong couldn't help laughing in his heart, this kid is so afraid of pain, he doesn't look like a soldier at all.

"Rotten wood grows flowers, and then white bones grow muscles. After learning this method, you don't need to borrow the power of flowers and plants to heal the wound." Can Cong said again, "It's just that the method of bone regeneration only exists in Kunlun Fairy Mountain now. Even Wu Xian Adults say that those who do not have great perseverance cannot learn it.”

"Boy Zongmu, how do you know so much?" Chongqiu was curious, how could the members of the Shushan clan know so much about the Taoism that Wu Xian said.

"That's natural. Before entering Kunlun, Mr. Wuxian was my ancestor in Shushan, and the Kunlun Taoism taught by him was also passed down from my Shushan to various places in the wilderness in the sea." Said the baby-faced young man of medicine.

"After talking so much, it's still unavoidable to drink medicine, Prince Cancong." This young man was wearing a blue and white cloth armor with mysterious patterns outlined by gold strands, and a wooden armguard on his right arm. He was obviously from the Yanshi tribe.

"I've warmed up the medicine for you three times. If you don't drink it again, I'll drink it for you." There was a crackling sound from the wooden mechanism, and the faint voice of the young man made Cancong feel a slight numbness in his back. He knew that The Yanshi people are serious.

"Baiguan...I think I can keep it for a while, the medicine is too hot." Can Cong struggled, he really didn't want to drink the medicine at all, he could recover his spiritual energy by himself.

"Hahaha, it seems that you are afraid of suffering." Chong Qiu laughed, and the aggrieved feeling that had been suppressed during the competition was swept away.

"Tsk, you're not a kid who is afraid of pain, what's wrong with me being afraid of pain!" Cancong retorted, "If you didn't rush to me like a bull in the end, I wouldn't have run out of energy and lay down like you." here."

"Prince Cancong, drink the medicine!" The hand covered with organ wristbands held the medicine bowl and stretched it under Cancong's eyes.

"Do you still need me to come?" Bai Guan threatened forcefully, as if I would turn on the phone if I didn't drink anymore.

... Can Cong, Can Cong took the medicine bowl, closed his eyes tightly, and drank it in one go.

Hard work, no way!I want to maintain my demeanor and not let that kid Chongqiu look down on me.Cancong tried his best to maintain his demeanor, but the tears at the corners of his eyes still betrayed his mood.

This time, the other three laughed, and Chong Qiu laughed even more bluntly, "Pfft! Zongmu boy, you might as well not bear it."

"I'm not called Zongmu, I'm called Cancong!" Cancong said sullenly, when Bai Guan handed him some small black pills.

"Ah, open your mouth."

Huh, I still want to take it, Cancong opened his mouth in distress, and then licked the pill without fear of death.

"!!! Sweet." Cancong looked at Bai Guan, and the Yanshi clansman was clasping his hands on his chest, and said with a smile, "This is a small pill boiled from hawthorn, um, it seems to work well."

"Brother, I also want to eat sweet hawthorns." Looking at the young man from the Shushan family who suddenly became happy at the table next to him, Chong Qiu became a little emotional.That guy might be his lifelong opponent, and what the opponent can have, he must have something better.

Chong Mang rubbed the top of his younger brother's hair, the young man's desire to strive for strength is really clear, but in harmless situations, Chong Mang will always be satisfied.

Anyway, when they grow up, they will naturally understand that the real opponents are always friends and foes.

"Hawthorn is extremely sour, I never thought you could make it sweet." Chongmang stood up and looked at Baiguan.

"If we have a chance, let's learn some medical skills, how about it?"

"I'm glad to be able to talk about medicine with Emperor Chongmang." Bai Guan cupped his hands, agreeing.

"Hey, you two are recovering well." At this moment, Gan Huang opened the medical tent and walked in.

"It seems that I have almost recovered today. Fortunately, I didn't brag about it with my uncle."

Gan Huang glanced worriedly at Chongqiu's right hand wrapped around the white cloth, then turned his gaze to the people in the medical office, and said, "Uncle asked me to tell you, take a good rest today, and start again tomorrow for the final battle."

"Ah, is there another match?" Chong Qiu muttered, "I'm still injured, so I can't beat Silkworm Cong at all."

...You speak as if you can beat me without getting hurt, Can Congmo.

"It's not just a martial arts competition." Gan Huang shook his head, "At that time, each of you will be accompanied by a divine attendant."

Hearing this, Chong Mang and Bai Guan looked at Qian Huang, they seemed to know His Majesty Shaohao's intention.

Gan Huang nodded to the two, and then said to Chong Qiu and Can Cong to have a good rest, don't think too much, threw another book on Chong Qiu's desk, and left leisurely.

Chong Mang said, "Qiu, see you tomorrow." After saying that, he opened the medical account and left in a hurry.

Bai Guan also hastily bid farewell to Can Cong and left the medical office.

The two wounded were left with a dazed look on their faces.

"Then... good night?" Chong Qiu said uncertainly.

"Ah... good night."

It doesn't matter that the sun is scorching hot outside now, after all, yesterday's martial arts competition consumed too much spiritual energy, and he was indeed sleepy.