diskusbooks Chapter 345: Top-grade medicinal liquid
Chapter 345: Top-grade medicinal liquid
Elder Han's calloused hands gripped Gu Yang's neck like a pair of pliers, his thumb pressing right on the boy's unhealed wound.
Gu Yang suddenly bared his teeth, but did not dare to struggle: "It hurts, it hurts! Elder Han, I was wrong! I won't dare to do it again..."
"Wrong? Do you know it's wrong?"
Elder Han's fingers clicked, "What's the penalty for leaving the barracks without permission?"
He pretended to hit Gu Yang on the head, but when he landed his fist, he changed it into a palm and gently rubbed the boy's messy hair.
"If Senior Sword God hadn't sent us a message, I wouldn't have known that you had already sneaked out of the barracks, and that you were even riding this unevolved young dragon."
Hearing this, Xiao Zi pushed Gu Yang's thigh in dissatisfaction.
"This is what Elder Han said. Why are you pushing me? It hurts..."
Elder Yan's pipe fell to the ground. The old man's trembling hand caressed Hu Qing's translucent soul. His Adam's apple rolled several times before he squeezed out a sound:
"It's good to be back... It's good to be back..."
As he bent down to pick up his pipe, a drop of water hit the bronze bowl, splashing a tiny amount of steam.
The tent was filled with the aroma of roasted whole lamb, and honey dripped from the golden crispy skin onto the charcoal fire, making a sizzling sound.
Gu Yang's stomach growled at the right moment, and Xiao Zi couldn't wait to reach out to the fattest leg of lamb.
"Since you are all hungry, let's go in and eat first."
Elder Yan wiped his face with his sleeve and forced a stern expression. "You'll have to taste it this time. Old Han has taken out all the 'tonic' he's treasured for thirty years."
Hu Qing floated to the dining table and smelled the strong medicinal aroma of the roasted whole lamb. He felt a little intoxicated and his soul became more focused.
Although he couldn't taste it now, his consciousness still felt warm when he saw the amber wine in the familiar celadon bowl.
He carefully drew upon his spiritual power, allowing a wisp of wine aroma to linger around his soul - this was their habit when they were at the mountain gate, and they would drink a glass together every time they returned from training.
"Tell me about it."
Elder Han filled everyone's glasses with wine and poured a bowl of emerald green medicinal liquid into Hu Qing's bowl. "What happened along the way? How did you become refugees..."
Hu Qing's soul light flickered slightly, and he told Gu Yang bit by bit what happened after they separated.
He omitted the tortures in the prison, saying only that he was imprisoned for several days;
The excruciating pain of the flesh puppet being destroyed was concealed, and it was simply downplayed as "accidental damage."
But when he was talking about the Deep Sea King being swallowed by the Black Stone, Elder Yan's pipe suddenly knocked a hole in the corner of the table.
"Trade Stone?! Can such a strange thing also be a sacred object?" The two elders said in unison, their faces instantly pale.
This thing is beyond human prediction. What on earth are these twin flowers? They are so powerful.
Suddenly, the crisp sound of a sword sheath tapping against a pillar could be heard outside the tent. The Sword God had unknowingly stood at the door curtain, the sunlight gilding him.
"Departure in seven days."
His eyes swept across the unnatural dimness of several spots on Hu Qing's soul body, "You should take the time to heal your injuries."
Gu Yang was tearing into a leg of lamb and nearly choked when he heard this: "Why so fast? Senior, do you want to stay for dinner?"
The Sword God's figure had already vanished, leaving only a wisp of frosty wind carrying a few words:
"I won't eat anything other than dragon meat. You guys can eat it."
Xiao Zi suddenly started coughing violently, and all the mutton she had just swallowed was sprayed on Gu Yang's face.
Gu Yang wiped the sticky ambergris off his face and grabbed Xiao Zi's ears angrily:
"Senior Sword God is just teasing you! With your rough body, no one would want it even if I gave it to you for free!"
Xiao Zi surprisingly did not resist. The dragon head nodded like pounding garlic, and the cold sweat seeping out of the gaps between the scales wet Gu Yang's hands.
That's good, as long as you don't eat it, everything is fine.
Hu Qing's narration continued without being interrupted by this little episode.
When talking about Zhou Tianxuan burning with dragon energy and the killing of father and son, Gu Yang suddenly slammed the table and stood up, shaking the dishes and making them jingle.
"This thing, worse than an animal, deserves to be annihilated!"
Xiao Zi was so scared that he burped, and a few electric sparks with the smell of mutton came out.
After finishing the story of what happened during these days, the tent suddenly became quiet.
The firewood in the charcoal brazier crackled, making Elder Han's face appear bright and dim.
He stared at the unnatural distortions on Hu Qing's soul - those were the marks left only by severe physical injuries.
Although Hu Qing did not say it, he and Elder Yan both knew that this trip was not as easy as Hu Qing said, and they must have suffered a lot.
Elder Han said nothing, but tilted his head back and drank a whole bowl of wine, the sound of his Adam's apple rolling was particularly loud.
"Now that you've finished eating, let's all go back and rest."
Elder Yan suddenly stood up and nodded at the two young men. "You two should recuperate for the next few days. I need to go and see how to make a new flesh puppet with Old Han."
As he turned around, the shiny corner of his robe knocked over two empty wine jars.
Upon hearing this, the two of them could only bow and leave, returning to the familiar tent. Hu Qing floated directly to the bed.
The coarse cloth bedding still retained the wrinkles from when I left, and there was even a half-opened copy of "Strange Stories of the East China Sea" lying next to the pillow.
"Who do you think the Sword God is taking us to see?"
Gu Yang was wiping Xiao Zi's scales with a wet cloth. Zi Long hummed in pleasure, "Could it be the owner of another holy weapon?"
Hu Qing was about to answer when he was suddenly interrupted by the curtain being lifted.
Elder Han came in carrying a bronze tripod as big as a bathtub. The silver-gray medicinal liquid in the tripod was as thick as honey, and a few pieces of bone shards gleaming with faint light were floating on the surface.
"This is the medicine I'm going to mix for you to repair your soul. Go in and soak in it."
He slammed the cauldron onto the ground, but the liquid remained motionless. "This is made with Nine Nether Mysterious Ice and Moon Essence."
His rough fingers slid across the cracks on the edge of Hu Qing's soul. "Ten hours a day. If you miss a quarter of an hour, I'll break Gu Yang's legs."
Gu Yang was about to protest, asking why they interrupted him, but the curtain had already fallen.
Xiao Zi gloated and poked his lower back with the tip of his tail, but was pushed into the medicine cauldron and given a bath - Zilong's scream as if he had been electrocuted scared away all the night owls in the woods outside the camp.
Hu Qing slowly sank into the medicine. The moment the silver-gray viscous liquid wrapped around his soul, he seemed to have returned to his mother's womb.
The hidden wounds caused by the torture instruments and the gaps torn by the soul-searching technique were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The bone fragments deposited at the bottom of the cauldron melted quietly, turning into thousands of light points that flowed into his consciousness.
Outside the tent, the shadows of Elder Han and Elder Yan gradually lengthened in the moonlight.
The two old men walked towards the lighted laboratory in the distance, holding various rare materials in their arms.
The night wind carries fragments of arguments:
"...at least the Seven-Hole Exquisite Wood..."
"...I even put my coffin in there..."
"You have a coffin lid with a ball, and you don't even have a wife..."
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Hu Qing curled up in the medicine, Xiao Zi dozed off beside the cauldron, and Gu Yang's snoring had already filled the tent.
He looked at the moonlight that filtered through the gap in the curtains, and suddenly felt that all the sufferings were as distant as if they happened in his previous life.