Tu Su Renxiong waved his hand. Although he did not look back, he seemed to know everything. There was no expression on his resolute face.
"Master Yang, don't worry about them. Just do whatever you want, right?"
Several maids stood outside the crowd, looking at Yang Ji who hesitated to speak, with strange expressions on their faces.
Yang Ji didn't know what was going on, he just felt a little baffled. But at this time, he couldn't understand it. He put his arms around the waist of the young master of Dishan Villa and helped him up from the bed.
"So light!"
A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind. He didn't know if he had been ill for too long, but the young village master's body was much lighter than Yang Ji imagined, almost as if he had no bones.
"Help me open his mouth."
Yang Ji turned around and said.
This time, Tu Su Renxiong did it himself. He took a step forward and pinched his teeth with two fingers. The mouth of the young master of Dihuoshan Village opened naturally.
Yang Ji turned the clear green juice in the jade bowl into strands of silk, slowly put it into his mouth, and then pinched his Renzhong acupoint, making him swallow the juice gurglingly.
The whole process was watched by the dense crowd of people around them, who were even more intrusive than Yang Ji, the person involved.
"alright."
Yang Ji handed the empty jade bowl to the maid standing beside him, and then helped the young village owner slowly lie back on the brocade couch.
"that's all?"
The crowd around was silent, Tu Su Renxiong looked at Shuang'er on the bed and said.
"Um."
Yang Ji simply nodded and looked back. In fact, he was not sure, but in front of Tu Su Renxiong, he could not show it at all. Instead, he said calmly:
"Wait a little longer. Once the medicine takes effect, it will naturally take effect."
Everyone nodded in conviction, even if it is a magical elixir, they have to wait for the effect of the medicine to be released. The young village master is now seriously ill and in a coma, so he cannot make the medicine by himself. He can only wait for the medicine to be released slowly.
This is a reasonable thing.
Moreover, they witnessed the moment when Yang Ji's elixir was formed, the elixir energy surged into the sky and transformed into the shape of a dragon. Everyone is quite convinced of him now. It is incredible to be able to cure an alchemist who has gone crazy.
Now no one doubts Yang Ji's words. In terms of respect, Yang Ji has far surpassed the orthodox alchemist Ghost Alchemist in the hearts of everyone.
At least I have never heard of ghost alchemists having this ability to cure warriors from going crazy.
The whole room was silent. Yang Ji, Tu Su Renxiong, the elders, the guards of the villa, the maids, and the slaves all gathered together. They all looked at the young master on the bed.
There seemed to be an invisible pendulum in the void, swinging in everyone's hearts.
No one noticed that behind the crowd, the Ghost Alchemist had a look of sadness in his eyes.
Unlike Dihuoshan Villa who blindly trusts Yang Ji, Ghost Alchemist knows the details of Yang Ji deeply. The people of Dihuoshan Villa now see Yang Ji as a complete god.
However, the ghost alchemist knew that Yang Ji more than two months ago was completely Bai Ding in the alchemy path. Although this kind of pure demon-suppressing pill has been refined, this is actually the first time that Yang Ji has refined it.
, whether it can cure people who are obsessed with it. I’m afraid even he himself doesn’t know.
Waiting is always painful.
Every second was transformed into countless long moments. The young master of the Dishan Villa on the brocade couch became the focus of the audience.
No response, still no response...
Yang Ji's medicine has been poured down, but the young master of the Villa is still lying on his face, looking pale, unchanged from before.
"What's going on? Is this medicine missing..."
One of the elders finally became impatient, but before he could say the word "Yong", suddenly, "poof", the young village owner on the sickbed opened his lips, and a column of black blood suddenly spurted out.
The blood was like a waterfall. It rose more than a foot high and splashed all over the face, body, bed, and quilt.
"Master, look at Master!"
A delicate voice suddenly said in surprise. In an instant, countless eyes cast their gazes on him, including Yang Ji and Ghost Alchemist.
On the brocade couch, the young owner of the Dihuoshan Villa, whose face was as white as paper and dying, spit out a mouthful of black blood, suddenly changed on his face, and a flush suddenly emerged from under his skin.
After being ill for so long, his face finally had blood and looked like a living person.
"Look at the young master's chest, he is breathing!"
An excited voice said in surprise.
Without the maid's reminder, everyone also saw that the chest of the young master of the Dishan Mountain Village suddenly rose and fell. He was originally out of breath and his chest was motionless, but now he was able to breathe.
Although the hissing sound was not loud, it was like thunder in Tu Su Renxiong's ears, and he felt that there was no such beautiful sound of nature in the world.
"Shuang'er!"
Tu Su Renxiong screamed emotionally, tears streaming down his face, and he was so excited that he could not control himself.
Yang Ji understood at this time and quickly stepped aside, allowing the lost and recovered old owner to sit beside the bed. Tu Su Renxiong always gave people the impression of being tough and strong, but at this moment, what Yang Ji saw was a
An old father who is extremely excited, unable to control himself, and has a strong heart and tenderness.
"Shuang'er, that's great, that's great..."
Tu Su Renxiong's lips were filled with tears, and his clothes were covered with tears. He stroked the child's forehead with one hand. At this time, Tu Su Renxiong was no different from an ordinary father.
The surrounding maids also cried with joy.
There was an atmosphere of joy in the entire hall, and Yang Ji couldn't help but be affected by it.
"call!"
Yang Ji looked at the father and son on the brocade couch and let out a long sigh. He was really scared to death just now and thought that the Purifying Demon Subduing Pill was useless.
Fortunately, the young village master finally recovered after vomiting a mouthful of blood. There was blood on his face and his chest was rising and falling, which proved that he was still alive and that his Purifying Demon-Conquering Pill was indeed effective.
"Congratulations, you succeeded."
A small voice came from my ear.
Yang Ji turned his head and met the Ghost Alchemist's congratulatory gaze. He squeezed in the crowd and blinked at Yang Ji with a funny look on his face.
"Thanks."
Yang Ji whispered. The ghost alchemist also contributed a lot to the success this time.
The effect of the Purifying Demon Subduing Pill is taking effect. On the bed, the face of the young master of Dishan Villa is getting better and better, and the rise and fall of his chest is getting bigger and bigger.
Finally, his eyes slowly opened and turned around. Although he was still full of doubts and confusion, he still recognized his father:
"Daddy..."
These two words are unexpectedly pleasant and beautiful to the ear.
The whole room immediately burst into cheers. Yang Ji was also quite pleased. After working hard for so long, this should be considered the greatest reward.
The Purifying Demon-Suppressing Pill has definitely exerted its effect.
However, the condition of the young master of Dishan Mountain Villa was not very good. The words "daddy" seemed to have exhausted all his energy. After saying these two words, he immediately became exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.
Tu Su Renxiong's body trembled and he was extremely nervous. He stretched out his broad palm and touched his nose. He was relieved when he found that he was breathing evenly.
"Mr. Yang, what's going on? Why did Shuang'er fall into a coma even though he already had the elixir?"
Tu Su Renxiong turned around. Although he knew Shuang'er was probably fine, he was still a little worried.
Yang Ji squeezed through the crowd, walked over, and touched the forehead of the young master of the local Huoshan Villa. He found that there was no fever and everything was normal. He suddenly felt strange.
"Young Master Ling must have been possessed by a demon for too long. His body was exhausted, his blood and energy were in conflict, and his energy and spirit were greatly consumed. It is normal for him to have no energy when he has just woken up."
Although Yang Ji doesn't know much about medicine, he still understands the principle of chronic illness and physical weakness. The young village owner has been tortured during this period, and it is strange that he can get up and be full of energy.
What Yang Ji was refining was an elixir, not a magic medicine. The effect was not that exaggerated.
"In other aspects, I can't do much. But mentally, the dealer is worried. I can treat him."
Yang Ji said, sat down on the bed, then stretched out a hand and touched the forehead of the young master of Dishan Villa.
Yang Ji's perception is exquisite and subtle. He feels far more than others. The young owner of Dihuoshan Villa has a spiritual emptiness and a weak soul. The mental damage caused by his obsession is quite serious.
Tu Su Renxiong is an eighth-level martial arts sect, so he shouldn't be able to sense it. But if he cares about it, he will be confused, and he probably has no time to find out about it.
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji thought, and a stream of pure spiritual power flowed down from his eyebrows like water. This time, Yang Ji did not absorb it by himself, but flowed through his eyebrows, lips, neck, shoulders, elbows, and poured directly into his palms.
In the mind of the young owner of Dihuoshan Villa.
This kind of spiritual energy is very pure. It can not only replenish the spiritual consumption of warriors, but also repair people's souls because it contains the power of Buddhism.
Yang Ji had absorbed it by himself in the past, but this was the first time he had given it to others. Although it was his first attempt, practice made practice, and Yang Ji had used it proficiently so many times that he was already able to use this energy very skillfully.
"about there."
Yang Ji stopped when he felt it was almost done.
The young master's mental power is far less powerful than his own, and he cannot accept too much mental power when he is weak. About half of his mental energy is enough to help him.
Seeing that the young village master was breathing much better, Yang Ji breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.
"Master Tusu, Mr. Ling's injuries are no longer serious. I have treated him once. Let him have a good rest, and obvious effects will appear in about two or three days."
Yang Ji said with a relaxed look.
"Buzz!"
The next moment, in full view of everyone, under Yang Ji's astonished gaze, Tu Su Renxiong said nothing, suddenly made fists with both hands, bowed down, and gave a deep salute to Yang Ji with an extremely respectful expression.
"Master Tusu, what are you doing?"
Yang Ji was shocked and quickly took a step forward and supported him with both hands.
"Young Master Yang, I won't say much. Tu Su Renxiong, I owe you a huge favor. From now on, you will be the benefactor of our Dishan Villa."
After Tu Su Renxiong bowed, he stood up with a solemn expression. (To be continued.)
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