Those years when I hunted demons in Dali Temple

Chapter 895: Confess? That's impossible!

In response to Daoyi, Chen Yizi remained silent for a long time.

It was only one day since he left, and although Daoyi guessed something, it was far less shocking than what he saw with his own eyes.

The space between the two truce-breaking enemy and our side was filled with broken limbs and some soldiers cleaning up the battlefield.

Even the biting cold wind could not cover up the smell of blood, which was mixed with a strong smell of medicine, that filled the air.

Daoyi smelled it and found that most of them were medicinal herbs taken from her.

Thinking of the people who use the medicinal herbs, Daoyi decided to go to the wounded camp first, "I'll go check on the injured first to see if there's anything I can do to help."

"Are you okay?" Chen Yizhi hesitated.

Although they were far away just now, he was a martial artist with good eyesight, and he saw from a distance that Daoyi was helped back.

"No problem." Daoyi shook his head.

Perhaps it was because her spiritual power was reviving. Her spiritual power had been mostly recovered on the way back. However, Tao Yao was worried and insisted on supporting her.

Before parting, Daoyi left Taoyao behind and said to Chen Yizhi: "Her name is Taoyao. You can ask her for help in cleaning up the battlefield."

Some people's bodies are separated and cannot be found in a short time. But everyone's smell and breath are unique.

Taoyao is a monster, so she can be identified by her unique methods.

Leaving Taoyao behind, Daoyi went towards the wounded camp with a gloomy face.

Chen Yizhi said nothing more after seeing this. If possible, who would be willing to return home wrapped in the hide of his horse?

Daoyi also has all of his special abilities. If he reveals just a little bit of them, he can change the direction of the wind on the battlefield. Right now, everyone's focus is still on the battlefield. Once the war is over, there will be too many loopholes that can be found if someone wants to make something of it.

For example, Tao Yao in front of him, An Dao and the others had told him privately about the other party's identity.

Daoyi has a lot of cultivation and is accompanied by powerful demons, monsters, beasts, and goblins.

Ordinary people would be afraid when seeing it, but those in a high position would be wary. They would not allow others to snore beside their bed.

Not to mention that they will be a family in the future, Shu Guang is still half a disciple. Considering that she is one of his few friends, he has to help resolve the matter. As long as there is someone who has a say in this matter, he will turn a blind eye.

The path of oneness is safety.

Chen Yizhi took Taoyao away with a heavy heart.

Daoyi soon arrived at the wounded soldiers' camp, and she drew aside the curtain. Various strong smells filled the air, and she walked in without changing her expression.

They are all iron-blooded men of the Great Zhou, but they become insignificant in the face of pain.

Their groans and cries of pain continued.

Daoyi did not treat anyone's injuries directly, but came to the man with half-white hair and a tired face.

"Move aside, don't block the road!" Doctor Sun took the homemade ointment and turned around to apply it to someone, but he was blocked by someone. He was a little unhappy.

Dao leaned aside and saw that he was very skilled and experienced, and that he was even better than himself in medical skills.

She has spiritual power, and her treatment of patients does not rely solely on medical skills, so there is nothing to compare in this regard. Everyone has their own strengths, and I believe this old man will be interested in her advantages.

"Doctor Sun, I have a batch of medicinal herbs here. You can take a look at which ones they need and make a list." The medicinal herbs she had now, in addition to those given by the old man Ling Xuzi, another batch were those snatched by the fake Xuanwu.

The fake Xuanwu stole the Feng family's medicinal herbs. The Feng family was cooperating with her and would compensate them when she returned to Beijing, so this batch of medicinal herbs could be considered hers.

Doctor Sun's hands did not shake as he applied the medicine, but his heart trembled, and his eyes, which were already bloodshot, became even redder.

"How much do you have!" Doctor Sun breathed rapidly.

"Not much," Daoyi was not overconfident about this matter, "It can just barely cure the soldiers in Dongdu, but it cannot cure all of them completely. It can only be said that they can save their lives." If Doctor Sun had not been busy with his hands, even as a little old man, he would have jumped three feet high at this moment.

He looked at Daoyi with eyes full of condemnation, "My little wife, that's all, it's not enough!"

God knows, these days, apart from food, the thing the city lacks most is medicinal materials.

If it wasn't inappropriate, he would have wanted to hug Daoyi's thighs and cry bitterly.

"Doctor Sun, please make a list first. I'll take care of this for you." Daoyi said as he came over from the side, took ointment and cloth strips, found the wounded soldiers, and bandaged them neatly and efficiently.

Doctor Sun looked at the two and found that she had made no mistakes, so he started to make the list with confidence.

Soon, Doctor Sun made a list of medicinal herbs, most of which were for stopping bleeding.

Daoyi prepared the necessary medicinal materials according to the list and prepared 10% more just in case.

After preparing the medicinal materials, he made the medicine according to Doctor Sun's request. The other party had been in the wounded camp for an unknown amount of time, so he had the final say in this matter.

Daoyi was honestly making medicine when suddenly someone came looking for her. Staring at the man with half a lame leg, she was unsure of the other person's intention.

Daoyi recognized this person. He was one of the guards beside the King of Qin. He seemed to be the leader, and he was the only one who survived among so many people.

In his current condition, it is impossible for him to protect the King of Qin.

"The King of Qin invites you." The leader of the guards made a gesture of invitation.

Daoyi handed the herbs in his hand to the medicine boy beside him and left with him.

The King of Qin had followed the sage in his campaigns and had made many military achievements. But when he returned to the Eastern Capital, he no longer had the right to command and was only responsible for supervising and making suggestions. Therefore, the largest tent was Chen Yizhi's.

The two of them went to a camp that was a little more visible.

When the tent curtain was lifted, the hierarchy inside was clearly distinguished.

The King of Qin sat at the top, and Chen Yizhi sat respectfully at the bottom.

The atmosphere was a little off, and neither of them looked very good.

Seeing this, Daoyi changed his mind and followed in quietly.

"Greetings, King Qin!" Dao Yi stepped forward and bowed.

The King of Qin waved his hand, and the chief guard stood guard outside the tent. His lame leg did not affect his upright posture.

"Thank you, Madam Second. I came to see you today because I have a few questions." The King of Qin looked at her and said.

She knows her own business best, so Daoyi, she didn't intend to be completely honest, so she talked about another thing.

Daoyi responded calmly, "King Qin, before I answer your question, Xie Er has something I want to ask you."

King Qin was slightly startled, then nodded, "You go ahead."

Daoyi completely ignored Chen Yizhi who was worried, and asked sincerely, "How much does the King of Qin know about the prince's affairs?"

"Brother."

Daoyi didn't wait for him to speak, and patted his head casually, "Oh, look at my memory, I forgot to mention it just now. It was this later crown prince. How much do you know about him, King Qin?"

"what?"

"Nonsense!"

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