Chapter 90 Alchemist (third update)


    At the same time, in Xinglin Pavilion, Mr. Feng had just finished seeing the patient and was sitting in the hall drinking tea.


    Several monks walked in, saluted Mr. Feng, and said respectfully: "Someone in the clan is seriously injured. Please help Mr. Feng."


    Mr. Feng glanced at the pale yellow Taoist robe embroidered with gold wire on them, "People from the Qian family?"


    "yes."


    "How is the injury?"


    A monk from Qian''s family hesitated for a while and said, "It seems that he was injured by the powerful fire-type spiritual power, his flesh and blood, his meridians were damaged, and his breath was weak..."


    Mr. Feng frowned, "So serious?"


    "The clan invited several alchemists to treat him, but they argued with each other and couldn''t make up their minds, so I wanted to ask Mr. Feng to take a look. In Tongxian City, Mr. Feng''s alchemist skills are definitely unique."


    "It''s too good," said Mr. Feng, "I''ll clean up and go."


    Mr. Feng refines alchemy to save people, regardless of the wealth or wealth. Whether it is a casual cultivator or a family monk, he will usually provide help whenever he has any difficulties.


    Several monks from the Qian family bowed respectfully again and said, "Thank you Mr. Feng."


    Mr. Feng chose a few herbs, a few bottles of elixirs, and a few volumes of elixir books. He gave a few instructions to several apprentices, and then followed the monks to Qian''s house.


    When I arrived at the Qian family, I learned that the person I wanted to save was Qian Xing. Mr. Feng frowned and became a little dissatisfied.


    He has heard of Qian Xing’s daily behavior, bullying others and doing a lot of domineering things.


    But after thinking about it, these are all rumors, and he didn''t see them with his own eyes, and it may not be true. Moreover, although Qian Xing is naughty, he has never heard of anything he has done that is harmful to the world, so it is impossible for him to die.


    The Qian family was so sad that several women were crying, and the elders also looked serious.


    Mr. Feng sighed. As long as a monk does not become an immortal, he will still be a human being. If he is a human being, he will have birth, old age, sickness and death. Although he has seen many scenes, he also feels compassion. If he can save him, he will save him.


    Mr. Feng went into the house to see Qian Xing''s injuries, and then discussed the treatment with several other alchemists.


    A elixir said: "Young Master Qian is too serious and should be nourished. Use wood-based spiritual objects to supplement them with elixirs to slowly nourish the body before gradually healing..."


    Another alchemist disagreed, "Warming and nourishing cannot be cured. He was injured by the fire-based spiritual power. The spiritual power remains in his body and will form fire poison. If it is not completely removed, it will damage his meridians and Qihai, and there will be endless troubles..."


    "How do you eradicate it?"


    "Use Tianyuan Water, supplemented by Water Spirit Pill, water and fire can be used to completely eliminate fire poison. Once the fire poison is removed, the damaged meridians and body will slowly recover..."


    "Water and fire are combined, too violent. If the fire poison is not removed by then, I am afraid that Young Master Qian''s life will be gone!"


    …


    Several alchemists argued endlessly, and each had their own opinions, and no one could convince anyone.


    Mr. Feng coughed, and several alchemists calmed down.


    Mr. Feng has been treating illnesses and saving people for more than a hundred years in Tongxian City. Although he looks like he has no power or power, he has great prestige.


    Even if the monks in Tongxian City have never been treated by Mr. Feng, their relatives and friends will always receive the favors of Mr. Feng. Moreover, the way of heaven is hard to predict, and no one can guarantee that there will be any accidents in the future, so he asked Mr. Feng to do so.


    The alchemists present knew Mr. Feng’s character and respected Mr. Feng very much. Before several of the alchemists were determined, they even visited Mr. Feng specifically and asked Mr. Feng for advice.


    As soon as Mr. Feng coughed, several alchemists stopped talking and stood aside and listened obediently.


    "Fire poison needs to be cleared..." Mr. Feng affirmed first, and the alchemist who wanted to clear the fire poison showed joy.


    "But Tianyuan Water cannot be used, it''s too fierce..."


    "What the old man said is very true." The alchemist said respectfully.


    "It''s okay to nourish warmly, but it can''t be too gentle, otherwise it''s just nourishing poison..." Mr. Feng said to another alchemy master again, and then listed a few spiritual herbs and elixirs, and analyzed the specific injuries, how to use the medicine, and how much it should be used. Then, according to the severity of the symptoms, add or reduce the amount of the elixirs...


    Finally, Mr. Feng said: "Alchemy techniques require communication and discussion with each other. It is good to have your own ideas, but don''t stick to your own opinions and no one will accept each other."


    Several alchemists nodded and said yes.


    After Mr. Feng finished speaking, he sat aside and drank tea.


    Several other alchemists whispered to the side, saying that they had a way of treatment, but what pills to use and what medicine to refine need to be discussed and considered, and they would not be completely determined for a while.


    Mr. Feng was drinking tea and suddenly asked, "By the way, why is Qian Xing so seriously injured?" Several alchemists stopped talking, not knowing what to say, after all, it was not a good thing, let alone this is in the Qian family, so it doesn''t sound nice to say.


    A alchemist saw that there was no Qian''s family on his left and right, and whispered: "I heard that Mr. Qian was bullying others with his power, but he was beaten and injured."


    Mr. Feng frowned.


    "It''s not that he was beaten and injured," said another alchemist. "It was him who used his newly learned magic to hit people. As a result, he was not good at learning skills and his magic backfires, and he became like this..."


    "Nonsense! Can the spell backlash look like this?" another alchemist retorted.


    "The wounds of spell backlash are from the inside out, and he is obviously from the outside to the inside."


    "Yes, I must have been injured by someone sneak attacking with fire spells."


    "Doesn''t the spell condense without time? A few breaths have been enough to dodge. Young Master Qian is not a fool, so he is standing and someone is hit?"


    "How do you know he is not a fool?"


    "It may also be that he was careless and did not flash..."


    "What you said is wrong. It must be a fire-type talisman, and it should not be cheap, one-time..."


    …


    Several alchemists were having fun chatting.


    If you talk about how to use elixir to treat people, you still have to scrape your stomach and think hard, which is a tiring thing. But if you talk about gossip, then you will be much more interested.


    Mr. Feng was a little speechless and asked again: "Who did he bully others with his power?"


    "It seems that the one who bullies a child? Some monks don''t like it, so they come out to help, and the two sides fight, and the trouble is quite big. Although the world is getting worse these days, there are still monks who dare to act bravely."


    Mr. Feng had guesses in his heart and his expression gradually became cold. "Do you know who that child is?"


    "It''s not clear. I only heard that the person who helped fight was Master Chen''s apprentice from the weapon refining shop. The bullied child seemed to be Mo..."


    Mr. Feng put down his teacup, got up and walked away with his sleeves.


    "Mr. Feng..." Several alchemists hurriedly stood up and chased.


    Seeing this, the Qian family hurriedly chased after him and said anxiously: "Sir, where are you going?"


    "go back!"


    "The young master is seriously injured and I still hope you will be cured..."


    "Not cured!" Mr. Feng made a decisive move.


    "This...you..." Several disciples of the Qian family were helpless.


    An elder of the Qian family with a deep breath and deep nasolabial folds stopped in front of Mr. Feng, "Mr. Feng, please go back. After he cured the young master, the head of the family will not treat you badly!"


    He is a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage!


    Several alchemists were slightly shocked and couldn''t help but look at each other.


    Mr. Feng glanced at the elder of the Qian family, "Are you teaching me to do things?"


    "I dare not, please help the old man to save the young master." The elder of the Qian family bowed.


    Mr. Feng snorted coldly, "I have been refining elixirs to cure diseases all my life, in order to save people, not commit sins. What kind of person are you young master? Is it worth saving me?"


    The elder of the Qian family was speechless. Of course he knew what kind of person the young master was. He also knew that with Mr. Feng''s temper, he would definitely not save him after knowing the whole story.


    Mr. Feng''s face was as deep as water, "Do you let me go?"


    The elder of the Qian family has the cultivation level of the foundation-building stage, but when Mr. Feng, who is at the ninth level of Qi Refining, he felt a little guilty. He hesitated for a while and still retreated silently.


    Mr. Feng shook his sleeves and walked out of the Qian family. Seeing this, several alchemists took the opportunity to say goodbye. The remaining few people could not afford to offend the Qian family, so they had to bite the bullet and stay.


    The disciple of the Qian family said to the elder of the Qian family: "Elder, why don''t you stop Mr. Feng..."


    The elder of the Qian family glared at him and said angrily: "How can I stop me? My father''s life was saved by the old man back then. Where did I get the face to stop me? If he doesn''t scold me, he will give me face!"


    (This chapter ends)