NCCnovel Chapter 206: The Imperial Master had already chosen the teaching skill
Chapter 206: The Imperial Master had already chosen the teaching skill
Yu Fengxue tried hard to suppress his emotions, because his junior sister didn't like his unreasonable behavior. He asked in a cold voice: "Junior sister, Zhao Huoling's matter is over. I think he will wake up after a rest. You should wake up the other person as soon as possible."
The girl showed a hint of satisfaction in her eyes and nodded, "Brother, you are absolutely right. I will leave Jian Zun to you and Lu Yaoguang to take care of him. I will leave first."
Lu Yaoguang also noticed Yu Fengxue's strong resentment at this time, and he turned to look at Yu Fengxue.
Yu Fengxue then turned his murderous gaze away from Jian Zun, his face icy cold.
Lu Yaoguang looked at the girl with an elegant smile: "Thank you, Junior Sister Qin, for waking up our Master. You and Master Yu can go and do your work first. I'll be here."
The girl successfully fooled the enemy and tiptoed out of the Red Maple Pavilion. Her steps were light and quick, as if she was afraid of disturbing Zhao Huoling's rest.
Passing through the winding corridor, the girl arrived at the guest house.
She stood in front of Nian Naihe's bed, lit the dream-inducing incense, took out the butterfly bone gauze and started to draw blood.
She covered her eyes with the painted butterfly bone veil and sat on the armchair, making hand seals and casting a spell.
Her spirit gradually sank into Nian Naihe's dream.
It was a private school located in a remote village, built with green bamboo. There were lush trees around the school, and villagers often came to chop firewood.
The villagers all know that the teacher has great supernatural powers, but for some reason he is willing to stay here and teach.
Until one day, two monks covered in blood collapsed at the entrance of the village, and the peace here was broken.
After the private school was over, Nian Naihe finished teaching and took a scroll of bamboo slips to bid farewell to his students.
Students walked past him in groups, and several younger students gathered around him and chattered, "Sir, today's class was really beneficial. We learned a lot."
Nian Naihe nodded with satisfaction: "Learning never ends. You must continue to review after you go back. You can always ask me if you don't understand something."
The girl with pigtails complained: "Sir, I have to light the fire, cook and feed the pigs when I get home. I have too much homework lately. By the time I finish my homework, it's already dark."
Nian Naihe shook his head secretly and said helplessly: "I will negotiate with your parents later and ask them to give you time to do your homework."
Several other boys also joined in the fun: "Sir, tell my parents about this, too!"
Nian Naihe agreed to their requests one by one, and the students left in groups.
Nian Naihe waved goodbye, watched the students leave, then turned and walked towards the village entrance. The commotion in the village had lasted for a whole day.
He was only cultivating his mind and character in the village, and trying to make a breakthrough in the way of the sword.
Faced with the sudden change, he felt that this was also an opportunity.
When he arrived at the entrance of the village, he saw the villagers gathered in a circle, talking about something.
He squeezed into the crowd and saw a half-grown boy holding a girl of about 28 years old, with blood stains on their clothes.
The girl's face was pale and she exuded a faint cold aura. He squatted down and checked the seriously injured girl.
Nian Naihe took the girl's pulse and found out that although she was a righteous disciple who cultivated spiritual energy, there was ghost energy in her body and many whip wounds on her body, deep enough to see the bones.
Nian Naihe frowned, he had never seen such a strange situation. The girl's injuries were serious, not only the external injuries were serious, but the internal injuries were even more complicated. He knew that this was no longer a problem that could be solved by simple external injury treatment.
"You are a monk, so you can definitely save my master...sister." The young man almost let it slip, and he asked Nian Naihe anxiously. "Please, as long as you save her, I'm willing to do anything!"
Nian Naihe hesitated for a moment. He knew that the girl's injuries were serious, but as a monk, how could he stand by and watch her die? He nodded and said to the boy, "I will do my best. Don't worry."
He took out a pill from his sleeve and handed it to the boy: "Let her take this pill, it can temporarily stabilize her injuries."
Then, he began to check the girl's wounds and found that these wounds were not just ordinary whip wounds, but seemed to contain the curse cast by a monk in the fusion stage.
Nian Naihe was shocked. This girl's experience might not be simple. He decided to take the girl back to the private school first and then make plans.
He whispered to the boy, "Come with me. I need a quiet place to treat your sister."
A glimmer of hope flashed in the boy's eyes. He hugged the girl tightly and followed Nian Naihe back to the private school.
Nian Naihe asked the young man to place the girl on the bed, and he put the girl into a meditation position. Then he went up to sit cross-legged and used his spiritual power to heal the girl.
As night falls, candlelight flickers in the private school.
With the input of spiritual energy, the girl's injuries improved and her face gradually regained a hint of color.
Nian Naihe finally opened his eyes, laid the girl flat, covered her with a quilt, and turned to the boy.
"Your sister's injuries have begun to improve. She just needs to recuperate for a while."
"However," Nian Naihe changed the subject, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, "The ghost energy in her body has not been eliminated, and I am afraid her life will be in danger. Do you know why she was seriously injured and why there is ghost energy in her body?"
The young man lowered his head, a complex expression flashed in his eyes. He bit his lip, as if he was struggling whether to speak out. In the end, he decided to confess half of it: "My sister was killed by Elder Qiu Shui of Tianyi Palace. They slandered my sister for killing Li Wangzun. My sister and I depended on each other for survival. We escaped from the pursuit and passed by this place. I didn't expect that she couldn't hold on any longer."
Nian Naihe frowned, he didn't expect there was such a dark truth behind this. He said in a deep voice: "This woman's cultivation level is absolutely impossible to kill a cultivator like Li Wang. Tianyi Palace may have framed her with a false charge."
The young man was filled with righteous indignation and said, "If it wasn't for Tianyi Palace slandering my sister, how could she be injured like this!"
Nian Naihe nodded. He knew that these two cultivators would attract the Tianyi Palace, but as a disciple of the Immortal Venerable Yinghuo, he was not afraid of the villains of the Tianyi Palace.
Nian Naihe took a deep breath, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he said to the young man: "I already know what happened to your sister. The actions of Tianyi Palace are outrageous. Don't worry, although I am not the enemy of Tianyi Palace, I will not sit idly by. I will do my best to help you get out of trouble."
A trace of gratitude flashed in the young man's eyes. He held Nian Naihe's hand tightly and said in a trembling voice, "Daoyou, I will never forget your great kindness. I wonder what your name is."
"..Just call me Mr. Nian. I'm a teacher anyway." Nian Naihe didn't want his reward, so he just said the title casually.
"Mr. Nian, I'll remember that." The young man clasped his fists firmly.
Nian Naihe waved his hand, signaling the boy not to be polite. He turned back to the girl's bed and checked her injuries again.
He soon had an idea. After instructing the boy to take care of the girl, he walked into the kitchen, where the faint aroma of herbs filled the air.
He skillfully took out several small cloth bags from the storage device, which contained the elixirs he had collected before.
He selected several spiritual plants suitable for the girl's injuries, including the Three-Day Transformation for stopping bleeding, the Blood Tea Flower for replenishing divine light and blood, and the Ten Thousand Year Ginseng for replenishing spiritual energy.
He put the herbs into a clean stone mortar and crushed them gently with a stone pestle until the juice began to seep out.
Then, he put the crushed herbs into a clay pot, added spiritual spring water, and slowly boiled it on the fire.
As the flames jumped, the water in the pottery pot began to boil and the aroma of the medicinal herbs gradually became stronger.
Nian Naihe stirred it from time to time with a wooden spoon to ensure that the essence of the medicinal materials could be completely dissolved in the water.
After a while, the color of the medicine soup became darker, and Nian Naihe knew that it was almost cooked.
He placed a clean cloth over the pot, removed it from the fire, and set it aside to cool slightly.
He took out a dagger, cut his wrist, and added his own blood to the medicine soup. He has the bloodline of the mythical beast Bai Ze, and his blood has the effect of warding off evil spirits. It is just right to use it to expel the evil spirit from the girl's body.
After doing this, while waiting for the medicine to cool down, Nian Naihe returned to the girl's bedside to take her pulse.
The girl's breathing had become much steadier and her pulse was stronger than before, which made Nian Naihe feel a little relieved.
He returned to the kitchen, and the medicine soup had cooled to a suitable temperature for consumption. He carefully poured the medicine soup into a porcelain bowl, and then carried the medicine bowl back to the girl's room.