Jiang Pu tugged at his beard and looked embarrassed, not knowing what to do. "If we follow this method, over time we can create an army of medicine men for the general who only obeys the general's orders. It will be very powerful. Well, that's it..."
"It goes against the harmony of heaven." Li Luo smiled slightly and did not take the magic weapon at his fingertips to heart, "These techniques have gone astray. If my prediction is correct, the medicine man of Fairy Temple will also have the hidden danger of backlash.
There is no need to study too much, and just treat it as an accident. The refining method will not be spread outside the magic camp and is sealed."
"Follow the order." Jiang Pu and the man breathed a sigh of relief and respectfully agreed. The Shu camp was established in response to Li Luo's order. Back then, the method for refining pond lotus resin from Jinghu was given to the Ning family in Jinghu Prefecture free of charge.
There are countless people alive, and this kind of sorcery is indeed contrary to the foundation of the art camp, so it’s okay not to study it deeply. Song Wuque and Tang Mengjue sighed together, I am afraid that only Li Luo in the world can be indifferent to such a frightening help.
Looking at it, if it had been anyone else, I'm afraid they would have been unable to hold it back for a long time.
"That means there is no good solution to this fog now?"
A look of guilt flashed across Jiang Pu's face, and he shook his head in disbelief: "As for the general, there is really no progress at the moment. I got some advice from the general before heading north. I also made some speculations about Gu Chong, but I still haven't found a clue.
, this voodoo is not what our Da Gan is good at. There are a few people in the magic camp who know about voodoo, but they are only superficial. If you want to go further, I am afraid you will have to find a master who is good at using voodoo in the depths of southern Xinjiang to help you.
OK."
Song Wuque let out a light sigh and asked in surprise: "Your Majesty, do you suspect there are poisonous insects in the fog?"
Li Luo nodded: "I have this suspicion. When I was in the mountains, a person next to me heard a subtle sound in the fog. At that time, I suspected that the methods of controlling alien ghosts by these aliens in the far north may be related to Gu.
It’s about insects.”
Song Wuque pondered for a while and then continued in a loud voice: "If you are using Gu, I have a master here. If the prince doesn't mind, you can ask her to help the magic camp."
Li Luo's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "Young Master Song provides help at a critical moment. This is the best thing."
Song Wuque laughed loudly and said, "Your Majesty brought me here, maybe he had this intention in mind."
"Haha, I knew I couldn't hide it from you."
Jiang Pu's eyes lit up and he expressed his gratitude sincerely. Song Wuque waved his hand: "No one can deal with the current situation alone. If we continue to cover up, it will be too late to regret in the future."
Jiang Pu whispered a few words to the man. If there were help from Gu masters, some of the previous ideas could be put into action, and maybe the mystery of this fog could be solved.
Song Wuque looked at the man who was discussing with Jiang Pu and suddenly asked: "May I ask if you are Yue Buchang, the apricot master of Yuejiazhuang in Qingxingxi?"
The man raised his eyes and glanced at Song Wuque. He was silent for a moment and said calmly: "Mr. Song, do you recognize me?"
Song Wuque sighed, first nodded, then shook his head, without making a sound. Li Luo asked in confusion: "Why, you and Mr. Song have an old relationship?"
Yue Buchang replied calmly: "Many years ago, the Nanwang Palace recruited medical experts. I went there before, but my skills were inferior and I didn't have the discernment to enter the Nanwang Palace."
Song Wuque had an embarrassed look on his face, and Li Luo smiled and said, "Haha, maybe I have a grudge."
Yue Buchang hurriedly said: "I don't dare to be a lower-ranking official. I won't hold grudges, but I just feel unwilling to do so."
Song Wuque let out a long sigh and continued: "That year, my father invited medical experts from all over the world to Yangnan City. His original intention was to find experts in Xinglin to ensure peace. There were many people who came, and Mr. Yue was one of them. At that time
The situation is still fresh in my memory. My father ordered everyone to test their medical skills, and in the end two people were left. One of them was Mr. Yue, and the other prince had met him."
"Don't worry, Medical Saint?"
"Yes, this is the man. In the last battle with the Medical Saint, he was slightly better, so my father chose the Medical Saint to enter the Nanwang Mansion. I originally wanted to invite Mr. Yue, but by the time I went to find Mr. Yue, he had already left Yangnan City. After we said goodbye, we never got to see each other again. I didn’t expect that this separation would only last so many years.”
The corner of Yue Buchang's mouth twitched slightly and he said calmly: "In the competition back then, my skills were indeed inferior to others."
"Could it be that the "Buchang Cursive Script" was written by Mr. Tang Mengjue suddenly asked.
Yue Buchang was much more polite to Tang Mengjue, and replied harmoniously: "I had nothing to do, so I just wrote a few sentences. I didn't expect Mr. Tang to know about Yue's book."
Tang Mengjue took a deep breath, bowed deeply and said: "Sir, you can write a book on the medical skills that can cure all kinds of diseases, and give them to doctors and patients all over the world. Such merit is beyond the reach of curing hundreds and thousands of people. I admire you very much!"
"Tang Gongzi has been praised too much. Yue didn't dare to comment on this matter. Firstly, the medical book was not written by me alone, but in fact it was the work of all the medical experts from Mu Tianlang Surgery Camp. Secondly, it was Yue. Fishing for fame cannot escape the circle of right and wrong. Dr. Qihuang elsewhere makes money by treating diseases and has to support his family. But Yue has a salary from a prince and has no worries about food and clothing. Unlike them, he just wants a false reputation. Not worthy of Mr. Tang’s admiration.”
Li Luo smiled and said nothing, not arguing, not unhappy, and not trying to smooth things over. Tang Mengjue was startled, but he didn't realize there was anything wrong with his words. Instead, he felt that Yue Buchang was an upright person and a good person.
"If it's not easy to make money, then it's better to leave the prince's Mu Tianlang." Song Wuque laughed at himself, "A great merit is a great merit. The Song family is short-sighted. If they don't have this blessing, I just hope Mr. Yue won't blame my father for that."
"We can't talk about blaming him. Mr. Song's words are serious."
Song Wuque looked at Li Luo: "Don't worry, this man's medical skills were indeed unique in the Tiannan area back then. He was known as the best person under the old man of Guigu. However, although this man's medical skills are excellent, his character is far inferior. I can't cherish my broomstick." It is said that the tolerance of others is even more unbearable. The cursive script written by Mr. Yue is also circulated in Tiannan area. Mo Worry often says some unpleasant words, which are almost the same as Mr. Yue's self-effacing words. However, in that medical book, I I guess he has seen it no less than ten times. Putting aside his medical skills, in terms of character, he is better than him by more than one margin."
Yue Buchang raised his eyebrows, glanced at Li Luo, shook his head and said nothing. Hucha Dongchan looked at Yue Buchang in surprise and clicked her tongue. She had seen Yue Buchang many times, mainly because of the number of times Yue Buchang cleaned and bandaged her wounds. A little too much. I just thought that he was a dull and serious old scholar. I never thought that his reputation was not good enough. I didn't know which one was more famous than his own name as Princess Muchan.
"Hey, I really didn't realize that you are quite famous, but are your medical skills really that great? Can you cure all kinds of diseases?" Hucha Dongchan said half-jokingly and half-suspiciously.