Mountain dwelling practice: I am a gentle guest in the world

Chapter 946

Cut out the rotten flesh, clean the wound, and apply the crystal ointment. It's not that she pursues color, fragrance and taste, but she just wants it to be what it is.

According to the laws of nature, the more beautiful something is, the more deadly it is.

Before the wounds were completely rubbed, she was already covered in a thin layer of sweat. The pain was so severe that she was numb. Now, at most, her lips were white and trembling slightly, but she no longer cried out in pain. But the medicine was really effective. Ah Man was still rubbing the new wounds, and the old wounds were already healing.

She endured the pain and used her telekinesis to control the ink pen to write down the feelings from applying the medicine to recovery in the notebook she had prepared.

The ink pen has the same appearance as a writing brush, but does not require ink. It was a popular item in Xiaojing at the time, and its quality was extraordinary.

Immortals usually record their contents by injecting them into jade slips, and the contents will come out as soon as they think about it. This is convenient, environmentally friendly, and easy to carry. However, calligraphy has not disappeared, and some immortals still retain the habit of using pens like mortals.

Besides, calligraphy can calm people’s minds, so it would be a pity to discard it.

Where there is demand, there is a market. As an immortal, the daily necessities he made were convenient, so he created this ink pen. Sang Yue thought that her life had been full of disasters. Today she was a princess, but tomorrow she might become a prisoner.

If one's cultivation level is completely gone and one returns to the mortal state, unable to mobilize the mind, the jade slip will become a decoration.

The space has become a part of her. No matter how many times she passes away, it will still be there. The existence of the pharmacopoeia is particularly valuable. She has no control over how she will live in this life. If there is an afterlife, she hopes that she can live a smoother life.

There were several bottles of medicine in front of her. She tried them one by one and wrote down her feelings as clearly and as detailed as possible.

Because she was too focused, she didn't realize that the little black snake she was applying medicine to was picked up by a hand and thrown into the deep courtyard. Ah Man was shocked, and when she saw who was coming, she wanted to speak to remind her master, but she was silenced.

The little black snake fell to the ground and twisted its body in anger. It was impossible to go back and remind him. According to the usual practice, with His Majesty's temper, even the wind couldn't get into that place now.

It is because of this that it is so angry, but it is powerless to stop it and can only roll on the ground in anger.

Through the barrier, it saw that its master was not aware of the arrival of the Immortal Master, and was still writing down the effect of her medicine. The Immortal Master had already taken its place, picking up the medicine and applying it to her... After thinking for a moment, it quickly left the courtyard and went outside to find food.

This is the spirit world, and the war has just ended. There is a lot of hostility here, enough for it to have a good meal...

Inside the palace, when another dollop of ointment was applied to the wound, Sang Yue's face twitched in pain, and her heart trembled slightly. Although she didn't cry out in pain, her body's reaction still made her hand pause, and she watched helplessly as a thin layer of sweat appeared on her body.

I listened to her gasp and tried her best to keep her breathing steady to ease the pain before continuing to apply the medicine.

Ah Man applied the medicine with a heavy hand and quickly, wishing he could cover her entire body in the next moment. But now he applied it gently and evenly, like a feather brushing across a wound. It still hurt, but she had a strange feeling that she was being pitied.

Before she could look back to see what was going on, a hint of fresh air lingered around her nose.

She was stunned for a moment, then used her mind to put the ink pen away, so as not to ruin her hard work. Then she looked back at the silver-haired immortal who was calmly helping her apply the medicine, and smiled sweetly:
"Have you finished the business?"

"Well, it's done." The Immortal Lord replied casually.

What official duties does he have? Those are things that other generals should be busy with. He only cares about giving orders to kill. Everyone has his own position. If everything bothers him, what's the point of having those generals? What's the point of establishing a new spiritual master?
He had been in the courtyard for some time, quietly listening to her screams outside until they slowly subsided and disappeared.

"I remember that you were not interested in pharmacology before, but after a hundred years of vicissitudes, even your preferences have changed." Qing Su Xianzun slowly helped her apply the ointment, "You never screamed when you were hurt before, but now you scream at the top of your lungs without caring about your image at all." Sang Yue laughed twice and explained:

"I used to endure it because I was afraid my family would worry about me. Now that my family is gone, I found that yelling can relieve the pain, so I just did this."

In the past, I always yelled when I was sick or hurt, and I was scolded by my second sister. She said that no one could feel pain for me, and what was the point of yelling except to ruin my image, annoy everyone, and make my parents worried?

It’s better to bear with it for a while.

Indeed, my second sister never cried out when she was sick or injured. At most, she would frown and groan in pain or lie down at home to rest or be hospitalized. When family and friends came to visit her, she would act like a spoiled child and complain, and everyone would willingly surround her and work hard for her without complaint.

Including herself, her second sister who was sick or injured would take the opportunity to ask her to increase her workload. Everyone advised her that as a younger sister, she should let her sister rest and recover from her illness/injury.

But when I was sick, when I woke up I saw a nanny, an assistant, a doctor or a nurse sitting next to me.

Every time, my parents only came to visit her once, because my second sister said that she was a celebrity and could easily make big news. So we couldn't let people know that she was sick or injured, and my parents couldn't come often to avoid being targeted by paparazzi.

Of course, she was so sick and confused that she had no time to think about anything.

Because she was getting better, my second sister came with work to keep her busy. She also smiled and told my parents that it would be better to keep her busy, because when she was busy, she would forget about the pain and get better faster...

"This medicine is so painful. After all, I don't have any talent." Sang Yue was in so much pain that tears came out of her eyes. She looked back as if nothing had happened and continued writing, "I'll think about it when I get back and see if I can make a medicine that doesn't hurt."

She didn't yell before because she didn't want the people she cared about to worry. Now she yells because she no longer cares about anyone.

Although her second sister was unfair to her, there is a saying that is very true: no matter how bad your mood is, you will feel better when you are busy.

"Xiao Jing's medicine is also painful. The poison of the Xiaodi tribe is specially refined for the immortals. It is indeed troublesome to detoxify." Immortal Qingsu said calmly, applying the medicine to her gently but quickly.

She was injured in more than one place, and not just by the same enemy. There were at least several kinds of poison mixed in her body.

But when the Immortal Venerable came in, he had already applied most of the medicine, and the wounds that were applied first were still healing. By the time he finished applying the last two places, she had finished writing down the key points of the medicine's effects. She put away her pen and notebook, and lay on the couch with her hands spread out in exhaustion.

The next step was to apply the scar removal product. The effect was not very important, so she didn't say anything and planned to apply it slowly herself when she got home.

Although the two of them were already a couple, the Immortal Venerable was not the one who could tolerate everything and was afraid of displeasing her. Because now, she was the one who was trembling with fear and wanted to please him and rely on him as a backer, trying not to bother him.

When she felt a warmth from the wounds on her arms, she looked up in surprise and saw him performing a spell to erase her scars.

This is the first time in my life that I feel cared for.

This feeling is both strange and easy to make people reluctant to let go, she doesn't like it very much. There is a kind of resentment in the world that is once obtained, but finally lost, and can't be pulled back no matter how hard you try.

She was so determined to break off relations with her family because she believed that their love for her was more important than anything else, including money.

When she found out that her family's love for her had turned into love for a tool to make money, she became radical, angry and violent. If every bit of care will eventually deteriorate, it is better not to have it from the beginning.