Chapter six hundred and eighty seventh core-pulling medicine
Lao Mo and I held one end of the purple bone vine, and my uncle held the other end.
He took out a small sharp knife that had been scented and dyed with chicken blood, and slashed the wisteria hard.
With a "hiss" sound, the wisteria bark was pushed aside, and the purple and fragrant liquid continued to flow out.
These purple liquids are all valuable medicine for regenerating bones.
Just a little bit of care can help a broken-bone patient recover quickly.
In the market, these liquids are priced per gram and are extremely expensive.
But at this moment, we didn't pay any attention to it.
Everyone was under the command of their uncle, and they watched intently as he extracted the core of the Purple Bone Vine.
Uncle Master is quick with his hands and feet.
With a few "swish, swish, swish" sounds, a half-meter long purple bone vine core was pulled out from the purple bone vine.
This thing is as thick as the tip of a chopstick.
The whole body is purple, like purple jade.
Most importantly, this stuff is tough and strong.
Like an iron whip.
Uncle Master held it in his hand and looked at it with satisfaction:
"Yes, yes, you can pack these things, maybe they will be used in the future.
I took the purple bone vine core and boiled it to remove its own activity.
Just don't come in, so as not to disturb me."
"Uncle Xingshi!"
I opened my mouth to respond.
Lao Mo also nodded and said "Yeah".
The uncle took the herbs, yellow chicken blood, etc. we had prepared before and went to the kitchen.
Start following the steps and add herbs little by little to make a medicinal soup...
Looking at the back of the uncle making medicine in the room.
Suddenly, it reminded me of Master.
I thought of how my master was holding the ghost medicine, making soup and medicine for me in the back room, and telling me not to eat.
I was confused at the time, but now I think about it.
This was all a year ago.
Master, also left me...
Although we can see it in dreams, the yin and yang are already separated, and humans and ghosts are on different paths.
Sighing slightly, with a hint of sadness.
Seeing me like this, Lao Mo asked:
"Old Qin, what's wrong with you? Are you sighing?"
Hearing Lao Mo speak, I smiled bitterly and shook my head:
"It's nothing. When I saw my uncle, I thought of the master who made me the medicine."
Lao Mo patted me on the shoulder:
"Although my uncle has passed away, isn't he still doing well down there?
Still looking at the gate below, we can meet him when we go down in the future.
Besides, my uncle can also give you dreams.
Already luckier than many people..."
Although Lao Mo was not very comforting.
But he is right, I am already luckier than many people.
After many people's relatives die, they really never have the chance to meet them in their lifetime.
Even if you dream, you may not dream.
Not to mention, there was a brief contact...
I felt a little more relaxed.
I heard the licking sound next to me again.
Turning around to look, I found Xiaomei lying on the wooden table.
He stuck out his long tongue and licked the purple liquid on the table.
"What the hell, Xiaomei, what are you doing?"
Xiaomei's licking look made me feel scared.
Lao Mo also trembled all over.
This, this posture and long tongue, plus Xiaomei is a vixen, with eyebrows and eyebrows...
Xiaomei disagreed:
"This liquid is so fragrant, I can't help it..."
While talking, he also licked a few mouthfuls of it.
The entire table was licked clean by her.
This vixen ate all the purple bone vine liquid.
Is this little goblin lacking in calcium?
I’m really not afraid of bone hyperplasia…
But even if she ate it, we were too lazy to collect it.
Just collect the remaining purple bone vine, wrap it up, and seal it with a charm.
This thing is so precious.
It can also gather yin life, and maybe there will be an emergency in the future, and you can also have double insurance.
We waited in the living room for more than ten minutes, and my uncle came out from the back room.
He held a bowl of purple medicinal soup in his hand.
There is still blood under his breath...
When I saw this, I was stunned for a moment.
"Master, do you have a nosebleed?"
Lao Mo asked.
The uncle touched it subconsciously:
"Oh, I'm so angry! It's a small problem.
Xiao Qin, drink the medicinal soup."
After saying that, he handed me the medicinal soup.
I looked at my uncle's face, and he was obviously paler than before.
And I also had a nosebleed.
I recall the scene when Master gave me ghost longevity money and boiled medicinal soup.
I could immediately make a decision and make Jushou Teng.
Just like making ghost longevity coins, the person who carved the longevity inscription will definitely suffer some kind of backlash.
Thinking of this, I felt moved in my heart.
Without saying anything, he knelt down to his uncle on the spot:
"Uncle Master!"
Uncle Master was holding the medicinal soup and was stunned for a moment when he saw me suddenly kneeling down:
"Xiao Qin, what are you doing?"
My eyes were red and I kowtowed seriously to my uncle.
Every blow made a sound.
Uncle Master was stunned for a moment and understood what I was thinking.
He didn’t stop me either. It wasn’t until I finished kowtowing that I smiled and said:
"Get up quickly!
I am your uncle, I can still do what I have to do, and I can’t kill anyone, it’s just a nosebleed..."
As a result, as soon as my uncle finished speaking, he felt a heat in his chest and abdomen.
Although he tried his best to endure it, a trace of blood still spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"Master!"
"Uncle Master!"
This time, Lao Mo and I both panicked and shouted hurriedly.
The uncle shook his head and his face turned pale:
"No, it's okay. Xiao Qin quickly drinks the medicine and I'll be fine after taking a rest."
This chapter has been completed!