The emperor's family raised me in poverty? But I have an innate ability.

Chapter 112 Su Changqing: I have killed people before!

"Brother, are you not going to enter the tower anymore?"

Seeing Su Changqing stop, Wu Yong asked with a smile on his face.

He has witnessed Su Changqing's madness these days.

Apart from using some resources to restore qi and blood, he didn't even rest for a quarter of an hour.

"Let's not go in for now."

Su Changqing shook his head and said, "There are not many First Realm Resource Towers left, and our resources are sufficient for now."

"Once we run out of resources, the resources for next month will be updated, and it won't be too late to break in then."

After saying that, Su Changqing walked straight towards the hill of resources that was emitting a hazy glow and picked out the rare and precious herbs from it.

Most of these things are obtained from the Danfeng Resource Tower, where the rewards for passing levels are mostly elixirs for alchemy.

Now that he had the resources for cultivation, he was not in a hurry and planned to cure Uncle Fu's illness first.

"Brother, why did you take the spiritual medicine? Do you want to learn alchemy?"

Seeing this, Wu Yong, who was standing by, asked curiously.

"No, Uncle Fu is sick, I'm going to make some medicine." Su Changqing said.

"Boiling medicine? Senior brother, can you cure diseases?" Wu Yong asked with interest.

In this era when alchemy is popular, it is rare to find people who know medical skills.

It’s not that medical skills are not popular, but people who practice medicine seldom make up their minds to learn such complicated things.

Wouldn't it be better to use this time to learn alchemy?

"I just figured it out myself, I hope it's of some use."

Su Changqing was selecting elixirs and replied casually.

In fact, he was a little unsure about the Tianyi Qijuan.

Even if you say he is fake, he was able to help him transform his body into heaven and earth in the ruins of the Sword Emperor Sect, and it was also very helpful in his later cultivation of the divine body.

But if you say that he is real, Uncle Wenlin was not saved at that time.

Because of this incident, he has not comprehended the Heavenly Medical Scroll for a long time.

“I hope it works this time.”

With some hope, Su Changqing said hello to Wu Yong and went to the stone hall on the top of the mountain.

"So I was just thinking about it for fun."

Wu Yong shook his head and smiled, not taking it seriously. He turned his head and focused his burning gaze on the pile of resources.

"Now, finally no one can stop me from practicing the Hunyuan Zhoutian Divine Body!"

……

Peak, stone temple.

Uncle Fu sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by a powerful spiritual energy, and was recuperating from his injuries.

At his level, minor injuries can be healed in an instant, and even the pain of a broken limb is nothing.

The most important thing is the internal injuries. The origin is damaged and the foundation is shaken. Even if there is a panacea, it will be of no help.

You can only calm down and nurture it slowly.

"call"

After a while, Fu Bogong completed his Zhou Tian cycle, opened his eyes, and let out a long breath.

The gas was a faint dark red color, and it rose into the air along the stone hall, actually penetrating the thick stone wall and dissipating into the void.

"It looks like this injury will heal in another year."

After looking inward, a smile appeared on Uncle Fu's face.

"It's just a minor injury. Take a few more sips of my wine and you'll be back in half a year."

Wu Jiuling grinned and threw the wine gourd in his hand to Uncle Fu.

His wine is no ordinary stuff. It is brewed by a master of alchemy using a large amount of rare treasures.

“Minor injury.”

Uncle Fu gave a bitter smile when he heard this. Compared with Wu Jiuling, there was probably no other serious injury in the world.

He looked at the other person and said with regret: "Senior, have you not asked a great alchemy expert to look at your injury?"

"Perhaps there is some magical elixir that can suppress the great emperor's Dao Yun?"

Wu Jiuling waved his hand, "It's useless."

"I went to Tiandan Pavilion no less than ten times, and even the Pavilion Master came in person, but in the end there was nothing he could do."

"The Great Emperor"

He looked up to the sky and sighed, "Even a trace of Tao rhyme is not something we can bear."

Uncle Fu also sighed when he heard this.

Tiandan Pavilion is one of the five transcendent forces in the world. It is a holy place for alchemists in the world.

It gathers the most powerful alchemists in the world, and countless people go there to ask for elixirs every day.

If even the Tiandan Pavilion is helpless, then this injury is basically incurable.

Talking about this, the atmosphere in the stone hall couldn't help but become a little quiet. But at this moment, a sound of footsteps came from outside.

"Uncle Fu, I made some medicine for you, drink it while it's hot."

As the voice fell, Su Changqing walked in holding a bowl of steaming medicine.

"Master, my illness is not a problem. Do you still remember it?"

Uncle Fu stood up quickly, looked at Su Changqing who came with the medicine, felt a little warm in his heart, smiled and shook his head.

His injury cannot be cured by a bowl of medicine.

"No matter how big or small the disease is, it's better to cure it completely." Su Changqing handed over the medicine with a chuckle.

"It's a token of Changqing's kindness, so you should drink it." Wu Jiuling said jokingly.

Seeing this, Uncle Fu shook his head and smiled, then drank the medicine in the bowl.

A warm current surged from his abdomen, but the weak power of the medicine had no effect on his injuries.

However, Su Changqing did not intend to cure Uncle Fu with just a bowl of medicine. What really worked was the acupuncture.

"Fauber."

Su Changqing took out the silver needle and his expression became more serious.

"I learned a set of acupuncture techniques a few years ago, which are very effective for various injuries and ailments."

"but."

Su Changqing said this with some hesitation.

"What's the matter? Young master, you can tell me as you like." Uncle Fu said with a smile.

"But this acupuncture method has killed people before."

Su Changqing looked a little embarrassed, but immediately said seriously after he finished speaking:
"Although I can't guarantee that I can completely cure the disease, I will definitely not aggravate the injury."

"The last time, it was an accident. The patient's injuries were too severe and he was not treated in time, so..."

After deciding to treat Uncle Fu, Su Changqing spent another long time studying the Heavenly Medicine Scroll.

He turned it over and over and found that no matter how he looked at it, there was nothing wrong with what he had treated.

Now that I think about it, it was probably because Uncle Wenlin’s illness was too advanced and the treatment came too late.

"He has killed someone? Who was it?"

Uncle Fu, who knew Su Changqing's background, was greatly surprised when he heard this.

"Hey, it's an uncle from the same village as mine, his name is Su Wenlin."

Thinking of that familiar face, Su Changqing couldn't help but look sad.

"puff!"

Wu Jiuling, who was drinking, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of wine when he heard this, and glared, "Who?"

"Su Wenlin?"

Wu Jiuling stroked his forehead, thinking he had drunk too much.

Su Wenlin, wasn't he the newly promoted quasi-emperor of the Su family? And he was once killed by Su Changqing?

Uncle Fu also wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. These words were too scary.

But he changed his mind and understood what was going on.

There must be something important going on in the Su family that required Su Wenlin to 'disappear', and by coincidence he was 'cured to death' by Su Changqing.

Thinking of this, he shook his head in a helpless manner and said:

"Master, don't worry. I am still strong and healthy. You can do whatever you want without any worries."

Uncle Fu sighed inwardly.

Although Southern Jiangsu’s educational method is effective, it also has many drawbacks.

At the very least, this medical skill left a lot of shadow on Su Changqing, so that he dared not use it easily.

"Well, even if it doesn't work, I'll say it's cured."

"It's a good thing to be able to help Changqing erase the shadow in his heart."

Thinking of this, Uncle Fu looked at Su Changqing and chuckled and said:

"Don't be afraid, Master. You can do whatever you want. This silver needle can't kill anyone."

Wu Jiuling, who was standing next to him, also realized something at this time and shook his head and smiled.

Stab someone to death?
One is a quasi-emperor, the other is a great sage. It would be impossible even if Su Changqing had a holy weapon, let alone a few silver needles.

"I don't know who was so bored that he actually taught Changqing this medical skill that has long been abandoned by the world."

"It's fine to do it for fun, but don't let it take away your job."

With this thought in mind, Wu Jiuling looked up at Su Changqing.

Uncle Fu on the side also sat cross-legged with a smile on his face, waiting for Su Changqing to take action.

"Uncle Fu, if anything goes wrong, remember to call me."

Su Changqing was a little nervous. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes again. His eyes were calm and a flash of silver light passed by in an instant.

(End of this chapter)