Chapter 147 Does Wuming have any other solution?
"Wind Spirit Grass?" Yun Wanzhou paused for a moment, then disappeared. "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
"Although Elder Rong Ling can suppress the poisonous fog, if he wants to completely eradicate the toxins from the poisoned disciples' bodies, he still needs a spiritual herb. It is the Ancient Wind Spiritual Herb."
"It has to be Wind Spirit Grass?" Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips and asked.
He didn't know if it was an illusion caused by absent-mindedness, but Xie Wuyang felt that Yun Wanzhou's tone was a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange.
Xie Wuyang didn't think much of it, thinking Yun Wanzhou was worried about his disciples because the spiritual herbs were extinct, and nodded without hesitation, "Yes."
Yun Wanzhou's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked tentatively, "Didn't this grass become extinct a thousand years ago?"
"Everyone thinks this, but I've seen it."
"Where?"
Xie Wuyang said, "During the Lotus Wu Competition, Senior Brother Fu gave me this herb to help me heal my injuries."
As he spoke, Xie Wuyang's eyes accidentally glanced at Fu Zhitao, and happened to meet Fu Zhitao's gaze.
As their eyes met, Fu Zhitao smiled broadly, waved at the two of them, and trotted over, "Master, Junior Brother."
Xie Wuyang nodded and responded, "Senior Brother Fu."
The Fengling Grass is of great importance and cannot afford any mistakes.
Xie Wuyang didn't hesitate too much, "It just so happens that I have something to ask you, Brother."
Xie Wuyang paused, then went straight in. "I was seriously injured in the last Lotus Wu Competition. Senior Brother, do you still remember the gift you gave me, the Wind Spirit Grass?"
Fu Zhitao listened carefully and blinked when she heard it, "I remember. Why did you suddenly ask this, Junior Brother?"
"Now many disciples are suffering from the poisonous fog and their lives are in danger. I have sought out Elder Rong Ling, and he said..."
As Xie Wuyang was speaking, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed his wrists. He felt the familiar touch of skin. Xie Wuyang paused and looked up in confusion.
Yun Wanzhou's brow seemed to be covered by thick dark clouds, like a person trapped in a desperate situation with no way out. "Are you okay? I have something to tell you."
Xie Wuyang's gaze paused on him for a moment, knowing that Yun Wanzhou would never interrupt him at this time unless it was an extremely important matter.
"What Master is talking about must be something of great importance to the Immortal Sect, and we can't delay it." Fu Zhitao nudged Xie Wuyang's shoulder considerately. "Junior brother, if you have anything to say, it won't be too late to tell me after you finish talking to Master."
As he spoke, Fu Zhitao pointed to Elder Rong Ling who was busy at the side and said, "I will go with my uncle to help the other brothers heal their wounds. Junior brother, you can come find me anytime."
Xie Wuyang nodded and followed Yun Wanzhou through the bookcases filled with ancient books and walked to a sparsely populated area.
The silence along the way made the atmosphere between the two extremely solemn. During this time, Xie Wuyang vaguely glanced at Yun Wanzhou's tense jaw. Combined with Yun Wanzhou's various reactions after he said "Wind Spirit Grass", he gradually came up with an absurd and crazy guess in his mind.
Yes.
Fu Zhitao grew up in Cangqiong Mountain.
According to the memories of his original body and various signs after his rebirth, he should have never left Cangqiong Mountain. How did he obtain the Fengling Grass that had long been extinct?
Could it be a gift from Elder Rong Ling, who had watched him grow up since he was a child?
But when he spoke with Elder Rong Ling, he clearly had no idea? Moreover, since this involved hundreds of immortal sects, why would Elder Rong Ling hide it?
Xie Wuyang's memory of the day Fu Zhi Tao gifted him the Wind Spirit Grass gradually became clearer. At the time, he had simply dismissed the abnormality as a remnant of Fu Zhi Tao's broken soul. Now, thinking about it, the timing of this illness was a bit too coincidental.
Why didn't it break out in Cangqiong Mountain, but became more serious when he was given the Wind Spirit Grass?
Once you have a direction, all the details that you had previously ignored will come one after another and flood into your mind.
Xie Wuyang paused and stopped.
"Master, if you have anything to say, please say it here."
Behind them was a tall bookcase that completely hid the figures of the two people. In addition, the other disciples were busy with their own affairs and no one noticed them.
Yun Wanzhou nodded, his lips moving, "I..."
He just uttered a word, then stopped talking as if worried about something, wanting to say something but stopping himself, with a struggling look on his face.
Yun Wanzhou has always been a decisive person. This hesitation only deepened Xie Wuyang's suspicion, causing his mood to plummet and a chill spread throughout his body.
"Senior Brother Fu is the Wind Spirit Grass." It was a positive statement, but Xie Wuyang still looked up and added as if to verify, "Is that right?"
Yun Wanzhou's expression froze for a moment, and after a long pause he nodded, "Yeah."
Even though he was prepared, when his guess was confirmed and the truth was laid out before him, Xie Wuyang still couldn't help but tremble.
Fenglingcao is indeed a miracle medicine. Once the medicine enters the stomach, the disease will be cured and the medicine will no longer exist.
Medicine is created to save lives. It has no intelligence and no five senses. Pharmacists will not feel guilty when using medicine to save lives.
But what if this medicine is a living person?
Xie Wuyang didn't dare to think any further.
Although Fu Zhitao had not been with him and his original body for as long as ten years, he had called him senior brother for more than a year after all.
How much Wind Spirit Grass is needed to save hundreds of disciples of the Immortal Sect?
Fuzhitao he...
Is there still life?
Xie Wuyang looked up and met Yun Wanzhou's furrowed brows. His face was no longer calm, but filled with sorrow.
"I..." Xie Wuyang thought of thousands of excuses to comfort himself, and his lips moved slightly, "I'll go ask Elder Rong Ling again. He must have other ideas..."
Xie Wuyang's voice became lower and lower until it disappeared completely.
real……
Is there any other way?
Elder Rong Ling is well versed in medical books and has taken care of Fu Zhi Tao for so many years, how could he be unaware of Fu Zhi Tao's true identity?
Elder Rong Ling has been looking after Fu Zhitao since he was a child, and they have been together even longer than his master Yun Wanzhou. If there is another method, why wouldn't he tell him?
Silence spread silently between the two of them.
As if to comfort himself, or as if in a last-ditch struggle, Xie Wuyang's drooping fingertips suddenly curled up and he repeated in a low voice, "There is a way..."
Xie Wuyang turned around and met Yun Wanzhou's eyes with feigned determination. As Fu Zhitao's master, this person must be the most miserable, a thousand times more painful than Xie Wuyang was feeling right now.
But he didn't know when, the rare vulnerability on his face had been retracted, and it was difficult to see even a trace of it. The eyes looking at Xie Wuyang now contained more comfort and love than he did himself.
Xie Wuyang's heart suddenly spasmed. "I don't believe the black fog is caused by the Nightmare Stone. This attic contains millions of books. Cangqiong Mountain has protected the Nightmare Stone for generations, and there is no way to break it!"
After saying this, Xie Wuyang clenched his fists, walked towards the nearest bookcase, and started looking through the books from the first level.
Yun Wanzhou did not stop it, but he did not obey it either.
It was as if Xie Wuyang's stubbornness had been seen through long ago, and what he desperately tried to grasp was nothing but a slim and fruitless hope.
The black mist in another disciple's body broke out.
The medicine used by Elder Rong Ling can only provide temporary relief, and after a while, he will have to take the medicine again.
Many disciples were poisoned, and the medicine soon ran out.
At that time, Xie Wuyang had only read a dozen or so ancient books.
If we delay any further, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Liu Yuqin gave the medicine to the disciple who had just had an attack, her face full of vicissitudes and fatigue.
The medicine was already insufficient, and she was powerless to stay here. Catching a glimpse of Xie Wuyang to the side, Liu Yuqin pursed her lips, raised her hand to support the wall in front of her, and stood up.
"Elder Rong Ling has run out of medicine." Liu Yuqin walked to the bookcase next to Xie Wuyang and searched through the books on it. "If we can't find an antidote, the poisoned disciples may be in danger of their lives."
Xie Wuyang glanced at the clueless Fu Zhitao. The fool was still smiling and joking with several disciples, "If you can't find a way to detoxify, then just delay. If you don't have enough herbs, use spiritual power instead. We can always find a way to suppress it."
"Suppress?" Liu Yuqin looked deeply at Xie Wuyang and sighed, "Even if we can suppress it temporarily, if the demons find this place, I, the poisoned disciple, will be unable to fight and will still die."
Xie Wuyang pinched his sour eyebrows, feeling irritated. "What can I do? I can't just wait here to die."
Liu Yuqin shook her head, put the book back, took a deep breath, and seemed to have made up her mind. "Junior Brother, I just saw you talking with Yun Xianzun for a long time. Do you... know how to detoxify?"
Xie Wuyang paused while rubbing his brows, "I..."
Trading life for life is not a way to save people at all.
What would happen even if I told Liu Yuqin?
It's just one more person to worry about.
"I have some clues, but one of the ingredients in the prescription has long since disappeared. Senior Sister, can you help me check if there's any alternative?"
Liu Yuqin didn't think much about it and nodded, "Okay."
There are so many ancient books, and the two of them can't read much faster.
Later, Liu Yuqin called some disciples who were not poisoned, but still found nothing useful in this vast attic.
Xie Wuyang's brows were furrowed tighter and tighter, the irritability in his eyes became more and more serious, and depression lingered around his body, as if he was isolated from everything in the outside world and no one dared to disturb him.
Liu Yuqin took a deep breath, put the book in her hand back, and took out another book that had not been read.
She had repeated this action hundreds of times, and her heart gradually turned from initial hope to numbness.
When she finished reading the new book again and put it back, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a dusty wooden box next to about six or seven books.
The wooden box had been placed here for too long, and the dust left by the years had long since covered its original appearance, and there was no way of knowing who had placed it there and what was hidden inside.
Liu Yuqin paused, and before she had time to think about where the thing came from, she had already walked to the wooden box. She raised her wrist slightly, and her fingertips fell on the wooden box to brush off the dust on it.
Beneath the dust, there are winding vines and faint leaves.
Liu Yuqin did not act rashly. She first observed the shape of the box and the surroundings of the bookcase. After not finding any special mechanism, she carefully picked up the wooden box from the bookcase, held it in her arms and studied it for a while, then opened the lock of the wooden box.
Inside was a yellowed booklet and a brush with a worn-out handle.
"This is..." Noticing the movement here, Xie Wuyang took two steps at a time and walked to Liu Yuqin, his tall body casting a shadow.
Liu Yuqin shook her head, gently picked up the yellow booklet in the wooden box, and flipped it over.
Sure enough, there were a few words written on it, which was the title of the book - "Nameless".
Almost at the same time, Xie Wuyang recognized the handwriting above.
For a period of time, he had sudden enlightenment on this person's books day and night, and everything he said and said made him deeply moved.
It was not the handwriting of someone else, but the immortal sect's nemesis, the Demon Realm Lord Song Duoyan.
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