What a great wooden spoon! It's quite powerful! Xiaoxi was overjoyed and felt a surge of accomplishment.
That was attack power, now let's try defense power.
Xiaodou understood Xiaoxi, and it quickly carried the pebbles by the lake to a large rock, one trip after another.
When it had accumulated a lot, Xiaodou turned its back to Xiaoxi and used its powerful little legs to quickly kick the pebbles out.
The Cultivation Rat is different; each pebble it throws generates a strong wind and flies towards Xiaoxi.
Xiaoxi hurriedly shouted, "I'll block it, I'll block it again!" The wooden spoon made a cracking sound as it blocked the attack of small stones one by one.
Not satisfied, Little Bean quickly moved more pebbles, piling them up to a height several times its own height.
"A rain of stones is coming!"
After Xiaodou shouted, he kicked even harder with his hind legs, sending a dense barrage of small stones flying towards him. Xiaoxi moved faster and faster, blocking the continuous attacks.
"Faster, faster!" Xiaodou kept urging.
Until Xiaoxi spun the wooden spoon in her palm, like a propeller, only a blur could be seen.
The small stones that were shot at were bounced away by the propeller, some even turning into powder.
Xiaoxi and Xiaodou played happily by the lake, laughing heartily, until they were too tired to move, and then slowly returned from the cabin to the main building.
It was very late by then, and all the lights were off.
Xiaoxi felt a little guilty, afraid that her brother would find out she was late, so she tiptoed upstairs.
Who knew that her brother wouldn't sleep tonight, insisting on waiting for her to come back?
The door to her brother's study was still open when his phone rang, and Xiaoxi quickly slipped back into her room.
She closed the door.
I just overheard it, and why does my brother's voice sound so sad?
He said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Dr. Li, didn't the teacher's condition improve after his last hospitalization?... Do you mean that the teacher only has a month left at most?... or even less?"
Xiaoxi's good mood from just now vanished.
What illness does my brother's teacher have? Is he going to die soon?
My brother must be so sad. No, I can't let him be sad. Xiaoxi will definitely be able to save that teacher.
No, I have to find a way to get out of here.
Xiaoxi couldn't fall asleep no matter what she did, so she made a list under the lamp.
To refine elixirs, various herbs are needed.
You need a good set of acupuncture needles, preferably the kind passed down from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.
The next day, at the dinner table.
When Xiaoxi saw that Ye Yichen looked listless, she knew why, so she obediently stopped bothering her brother.
This further strengthened Xiaoxi's determination to go out.
As soon as her brother left, Xiaoxi dialed Wu Changquan's number.
"Hello, Grandpa Wu, this is Xiaoxi."
"Oh, Xiaoxi, you finally called me! I've prepared all the herbs, why haven't you come to pick them up yet?"
"Yes, I will make time for you soon, but I will come in the evening. The things I need have changed. I have already sent you the list. Grandpa Wu, please check it as soon as possible and it would be best to do it today."
Wu Changquan immediately agreed.
He didn't treat Xiaoxi like a little girl. In his heart, Xiaoxi was the patriarch of the cultivation world, his ancestor.
He quickly opened the file that Xiaoxi had sent him on his computer.
As expected, the herbs Xiaoxi wanted were different. Many of the herbs he had prepared before did not contain these items, let alone the ancestral silver needles from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.
Even if Xiaoxi wanted the moon, he would find a way to get it.
Wu Changquan tidied up, told Zhou Daqiang to watch over the martial arts school, and then drove off in a hurry.
When he arrived at his old friend's Huichuntang, he parked his car directly at the back door.
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