"This painting...is not simple."

Qi Xiang took a light breath and vomited out again: "It's amazing."

It was too mysterious and could not be solved. He reached out to touch the drawing paper and felt that after the peanut oil disappeared, the paper seemed to have become a little lubricated. I wonder if it was an illusion.

However, the words on the picture also disappear a little more greasy, which is also strange.

Qi Xiang pondered, but couldn't understand it.

He also couldn't understand why there was such a wonderful phenomenon in seemingly ordinary paper. Or, under the ordinary paper, there were actually other things mixed in?

Although there is such suspicion, Qi Xiang dared not destroy the picture again in the ease.

“Master, Master…”

While Qi Xiang was hesitating, Jun Bufu's voice came in.

"What's wrong?"

Qi Xiang rolled up the scroll and walked out leisurely.

"Master, that person... insisted on seeing you." Jun Bufu frowned slightly and said, "No matter how I persuade you, he still refused to leave."

"oh?"

Qi Xiang was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Then let him stay outside. After a long time, he will naturally leave. By the way, has he promised to find someone for you?"

"I agreed to this, and I have asked someone to look for it." Jun Bufu sighed slightly, "Although it is unlikely to find someone, she can at least know that I am looking for her."

"Um?"

Qi Xiang was stunned and then understood a little: "Your friend, like you, is also a native of Tianmen?"

"It's my junior sister."

Jun Bushu was a little bitter: "She... suffered from a serious illness and felt that she was a burden and was unwilling to drag us down, so she left the sect alone and wandered in the world..."

"Well!"

When Qi Xiang heard this, her first reaction was that it was bloody, it was so bloody.

"Serious illness?"

After a moment, Qi Xiang calmed down and guessed: "What is similar to cancer, is incurable?"

"almost."

Jun Bufu was sad: "That was a congenital heart disease. With today's medical conditions, we can basically be sentenced to death. We have taken her to seek medical treatment since we were young. Whether it is the most authoritative cardiologist in China or Europe and the United States, we have all diagnosed them."

"However, the conclusions of these doctors are very similar."

Jun Bufu's face turned pale: "Ununately determined that she would not live to be eighteen years old..."

"Then she..."

Qi Xiang's heart moved and asked, "How old is she?"

"Twenty-four, my zodiac year." Jun Bufu looked complicated: "Short after everyone held her birthday party, she took the opportunity to slip out, which was half a month."

"So, the doctor cannot believe it."

Qi Xiang comforted her, but she also knew that the reason why Jun Bufu's junior sister has not died yet was probably because Jun Bufu and they kept collecting various rare and rare medicines. She was spared no expense to take care of her life, which made her live until now.

However, using spiritual medicine to cure life is only a treatment of symptoms but not a root cause.

I guess that the junior sister knew this, so she left with guilt.

"Yes, it's been six years since we lasted, and we can definitely hold on. There is always a glimmer of hope for the future."

Jun Bufu's eyes were burning: "Here. I want to thank the master again. The elixir you refined before is really useful. After she took one, her physique became much stronger, so she had the energy to sneak out."

"Uh...no thanks."

In an instant, Qi Xiang understood why Jun Bufu wanted to rob Mu Qingshan's token.

Needless to say, the purpose is definitely very obvious. After all, Jun Bufu still did not give up treatment, but he moved his direction from the perspective of modern medicine to traditional elixirs.

In legend, some magical medicines can live dead people, flesh and bones. Even dead people can regain their yang, let alone a mere heart disease.

The Chang'an Pill Meeting, with the gathering of alchemists, is indeed a good opportunity to ask for advice.

However, he suddenly returned the token to Mu Qingshan...

Qi Xiang thought about it again and couldn't help but smile bitterly and said bluntly: "Do you want me to help her treat her?"

"……right!"

Jun Bushu was a little excited: "Please help the master."

"……Feel sorry."

Qi Xiang sighed and shook her head and said, "I don't have that ability..."

"master!"

You are not disappointed, but you are beyond words.

"It's not that I don't want to help, but I can't help."

Qi Xiang said frankly: "Heart disease is very complicated... With my half-baked alchemy level, I can't handle it at all. You should go to the Chang'an Pill Club as planned."

"There are many people there, maybe there is a elixir who happens to be good at treating this disease."

Qi Xiang suggested: "If you bring one or two rare spiritual medicines as rewards, I believe many alchemists are willing to help."

“…tryed.”

After a while, Jun Bufu said quietly: "Nine years, three times."

"What?"

Qi Xiang was stunned.

"Starting nine years ago, my master participated in three alchemy meetings, and each time he went with hope and finally returned disappointed."

Jun Bufu's tone was calm, with a bit of despair: "Twice, I took my junior sister with me and asked the alchemist in the alchemist to check it carefully, but they said that they had no choice. Unless..."

"Unless what?" Qi Xiang frowned.

"Unless, the great alchemist takes action."

Jun Bufu smiled sadly: "Or, you will get a targeted rare and elixir. For example, Tongxin grass, meat tangerine, Langzi tree, Yao grass..."

"hehe!"

Qi Xiang couldn't help but sneer: "With such a magical medicine, I still ask them..."

You Bushen agrees that you must take magic medicine directly, even if you waste your medicinal power, you will do whatever you want. As long as you cure the disease, everything doesn’t matter, why bother refining any pills?

As for the great alchemist, they are basically staying at the mountain gates of major forces, even more dead houses than dead houses, without leaving a step. If ordinary people don’t have the opportunity, they will never see them in their entire lives.

Moreover, the so-called great alchemists in the world have only a handful of fruits.

One of these great alchemists is counted as one of them, and they are regarded as treasures in their palms by major forces. They wish they could build a cage. They locked them up and hid them deep in the nine lands to avoid any accidents.

When you go to Tianmen to seek medical treatment, you can make arrangements for your face. But you have to queue up...

You should know that there are many sects in the world, not only the Tianmen needs to seek medical treatment and medicine. Some people have been booking a chance to meet the great alchemist since more than ten years ago, but are still in the queue.

The most hateful thing is that people often operate behind closed doors, occupying serial numbers and jumping into queues...

Although we know that there is such a black box phenomenon, but we dare not speak out. After all, we have a request for others, and the attitude of major forces is even more like that, come and go if you don’t come.

How good is the great alchemist to relax and refine more furnaces of pills for his own power.

As for outsiders, they don’t care about their lives or death.

Although this idea is not spoken, everyone understands it.

So, if you want to ask for help, you have to endure and wait slowly. When people are under the eaves, they have to bow their heads.

The problem is that Jun Bu Shu’s junior sister’s illness, but she couldn’t wait. She has been delayed for six years and seems to be unable to hold on anymore. She has reached the verge of collapse...

I guess that the junior sister knew this, so she wanted to leave quietly.

"master."

Jun Bufu's eyes showed powerless pain: "I don't ask you to cure it, as long as it can relieve her illness. Let her persevere. As long as she persists, there will always be hope..."

"ease……"

Qi Xiang scratched his head. After all, he was not a person with a bad nature. Jun Bufu respected him so much and admired him. He treated him like a god...

Such a loyal and brainless fan seems to be a little sad if he doesn't give back.

He racked his brains and thought very seriously.

After a moment, Qi Xiang's thoughts moved and made a little discovery in the inheritance and memory of Shuiyue Sanren.

"If you just relieve the symptoms, there is no way."

Qi Xiang pondered: "In my impression, there is a kind of elixir called Buxin!"

"Heart-enhancing pill!"
To be continued...