fifth form

"Inkstone grinds ink, and the ink covers the original calligraphy and painting treasures by tracing lines, which can effectively extend the life of the magic treasure. The disadvantage is that it is difficult to achieve the original released power by tracing lines!"

With the help of a special inkstone, Zhang Xuezhou was also repairing the calligraphy book at this time.

Drawing this kind of thing is very easy for him. Zhang Xuezhou remembers the contents of the copybook clearly, and his hands are very steady, so it is really easy to do some smearing.

Following Kong Anguo's prompts, he re-drawn the script and watched the ink seep into the bamboo slips, feeling satisfied for a moment.

Regardless of whether the copybook can be used once or twice more, he has finished the maintenance of the magic weapon anyway.

"It's your turn next!"

After maintaining the copybook, he came to the picture of the sage Confucius that he got from the great Confucian scholar Yuan Gu.

This painting treasure was messed up by the painting demon, and Zhang Xuezhou didn't know if he could properly repair it, or even possess the power of the painting treasure.

But the worst outcome is that Zhang Xuezhou will have difficulty using this picture of Saint Kong. Now that he has received this kind of treatment, no matter what he does, it will not make things worse.

With a little mana pouring out, Zhang Xuezhou untied the rope that bound the ancient painting.

"The genius of my generation actually fell into being trapped in a painting for tens of thousands of years. This fate is really disappointing. Young man, can you respect your elders for a moment? After all, I need respect..."

"Shut up first. I found an ink stone magic weapon to see if it can restore my magic weapon a little bit!"

As usual, the painting demon had to pretend to be someone and talk nonsense. After some bragging, Zhang Xuezhou stopped him.

"I just feel sorry for you, so I let you live in this scroll. If you think you are trapped in it for tens of millions of years, you can find another nest by yourself. I am not happy to let you use this nest," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"No, I still like it here very much," Hua Yao muttered, "It's just that you can let me out normally. I don't like being stuck in there for a long time."

"This is not Dongtianmen," Zhang Xuezhou reminded: "This is Chang'an City. There is a demon mirror in the palace of Chang'an City. Don't jump around, lest you be killed by that mirror!"

"Hey, a demon mirror? Isn't it a demon mirror? Is this some new treasure created in the world?"

After hearing Zhang Xuezhou's words, Hua Yao's voice became much quieter.

"I don't know what the demon mirror is, but none of the lords in the Holy Land of Evil Luo Chuan want to be illuminated by the demon mirror. Feiyu Demon King was injured by the mirror and he didn't recover for several months. A little demon like you probably won't be able to recover for several months. The mirror was beaten to death," Zhang Xuezhou said casually.

"Why did you bring me to a place like this? Isn't it going to kill me?"

The painting demon's head was not strong at all. Hearing Zhang Xuezhou's warning, he grunted dissatisfiedly and lay down on the scroll.

"Don't smear it on me, the smell is really terrible...Okay, I can understand that you want to decorate the place where I live, but can you get some good material to apply it on, this low-end material is not good at all It’s not in line with my identity…”

Zhang Xuezhou kept painting the portrait of Saint Kong in his memory, and the painting demon would talk about it from time to time.

"Cousin, Miss Wei is here!"

Only when Rong Tianding, who was practicing basic skills in the courtyard, shouted, did Zhang Xuezhou have to put down the brush stained with inkstone.

It has to be said that it is extremely difficult to perfectly reproduce the portrait of Saint Kong. Zhang Xuezhou felt that whatever he copied looked like a fake.

He was revising it back and forth at this time. When Wei Shao'er came over, it was obvious that this matter could not be continued.

"Bachelor of the East!"

There was a knock on the door. Zhang Xuezhou looked at the scroll where the ink had not dried yet, so he had to spread it out on the table and told the painting demon not to mess around. "Miss Wei, you... your belly is so big?"

Zhang Xuezhou opened the door to welcome the guests. He was about to complain about Wei Shao'er's untimely arrival, but when he saw Wei Shao'er's bulging belly, he took it back.

"I remember your belly wasn't this big ten days ago, and the child in your belly grew too fast," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Oriental Bachelor? Why do I feel like this man looks a bit like the doctor who treated me in the guest house!"

While Zhang Xuezhou was talking to Wei Shao'er, Chen Zhang, who had accompanied him after the martial arts training class in the evening, looked at Zhang Xuezhou up and down, and he was full of memories.

But his recollection was a bit bad. After all, Chen Zhang and Wei Shaoer were so sweet together that they couldn't think of anything else.

He felt that Zhang Xuezhou looked somewhat familiar, but it was difficult to confirm.

He finally gave up on confirming Zhang Xuezhou's identity and just stared at Wei Shaoer's face and belly, with nothing else in his eyes.

"You asked me to gather three portions each of century-old Codonopsis pilosula, Atractylodes macrocephala, Poria cocos, licorice root, angelica root, Chuanxiong rhizome, white peony root, Rehmannia glutinosa root, astragalus root, and cinnamon. I have already brought it over today," Wei Shaoer said in a low voice. : "I also brought a hundred taels of gold."

She stretched out her hand and pointed outside the door. Zhang Xuezhou saw a few strong men standing in the snow holding brocade boxes.

These boxes obviously contained the centuries-old medicine mentioned by Wei Shao'er, and there was money in them.

"Chun Yu Tiying asked you to get it together within three days, but it took you a little long to get it together," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"It's just money. These century-old medicinal materials are hard to find. Chen Zhang has been helping me beg for talents these days to collect these medicinal materials." Wei Shao'er asked in embarrassment: "Would it have a big impact if I got this later? "

"It's a bit big." Zhang Xuezhou nodded and said, "I'll take you to Chunyu Tiying and see if she can help you refine medicine!"

If Wei Shaoer had received the medicine as scheduled, Chunyu Tiying might not have continued arguing with Zheng Wukong.

Now that both of them have reached the point where they need to recuperate, they have no energy left to carry out treatment or refine elixirs.

Zhang Xuezhou had no choice but to do his best. He waved to Wei Shao'er and then led the way to Zheng Wukong's house next door.

At this time, Chunyu Tiying's face was yellow and thin, her eyes were dull, and only some mana that washed away from time to time proved that the other party was trying to save herself. This did not look like the energetic female doctor ten days ago.

If he hadn't seen Chunyu Tiying again, Wei Shaoer wouldn't have believed that his doctor was about to die.

"Where is Doctor Zheng Wukong?" Wei Shaoer asked in surprise.

"His situation is similar," Zhang Xuezhou replied, "If you want to see him, I can take you to the opposite room."

"How could this be?"

Wei Shao'er found it hard to believe that he was so unlucky.

It's enough for her to have a patient doctor like Zhang Xuezhou, but the number of doctors with this condition is constantly increasing.

She listened to Zhang Xuezhou's words and spent a lot of effort to get what the two doctors needed, but the two doctors on the back looked like they were about to die.

Young Rao Wei has a tough temperament, and at this moment he just wants to cry out, "Heaven is going to kill me."