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Another day, then two days, three days...

Chu Tian lay quietly in the recliner. Every morning and evening, a maid came to wipe his body and change his clothes.

Every morning, noon and evening, the familiar disciple of the Medicine King Sect would come to give him various improved versions of the brandy powder and medicinal soup.

Although he had never seen the pharmacists of the Medicine King Sect, Chu Tian could feel that they were fighting against him. The prescription of the Iron Powder was becoming more and more overbearing, and the medicinal properties were becoming more and more powerful.

From the initial nine kinds of positive poisonous weeds, it gradually increased to twelve, eighteen, twenty-seven, and thirty-six.

As time went by, Chu Tian was still cold, and the blue color on his skin was still strong. The medicine he took every day became thicker and thicker, from the original medicine soup to a sticky medicine paste. He used to drink a bowl of it at one meal, but gradually it became a basin of it, and finally a bucket of it.

However, no matter how strong the medicinal properties are, how can these ordinary prescriptions deal with the Yin-Yang cold soul in Chu Tian's body?

No matter how much medicine he drank, Chu Tian still looked sickly.

At noon that day, it was time for the handsome disciple of Medicine King Sect to come and give him medicine, but this time, a middle-aged man in a blue robe and a goatee came in with several disciples of Medicine King Sect.

The middle-aged man stood beside Chu Tian's chair, stretched out his hand to feel his pulse for a while, frowned and thought for a while, then slowly said: "I am Lu Dan, the second-rank pharmacist of Yaowang Sect. Strange, do you know where the cold poison in your body comes from?"

Chu Tian raised his eyelids slightly and laughed dryly: "Is it difficult to cure?"

Lu Dan looked at Chu Tian with a gloomy face for a while, and said in a cold voice: "I have wasted too much time and too many medicinal materials on you. The branding powder was originally customized by the royal family of this dynasty for our Medicine King Sect. It was specially developed for the Canglang Legion to expedition to the snowy area of ​​the northern border to dispel the cold."

Staring at Chu Tian angrily, Lu Dan cursed in a low voice: "These days, we have been led astray by you... The branding powder that has no effect on you is already a deadly poison to others. If we take this prescription out..."

Chu Tian blinked his eyes. He imagined the spectacular scene of the so-called Canglang Army collectively taking the branding powder he drank in the past two days and then collectively dying of poison. He laughed dryly and said, "The royal family you mentioned will probably send troops to attack your Medicine King Sect."

Lu Dan's expression became more and more ugly. He looked at Chu Tian and said in a deep voice: "My Yaowang Sect is worry-free, but I, Lu Dan, am the person responsible for the deal of Branding Powder. I am afraid there will be big trouble."

Chu Tian sighed lightly, and said softly: "Three qian of twenty-year-old Duyang vine, two pieces of ten-year-old Sanyang flower, and one qian of three-year-old old Lin ginseng to stabilize the yang energy, and mix it with meat lotus less than five years old to make pills. As long as the strong soldiers take it, ordinary cold air will be difficult to invade, which is enough to ensure that they can fight for a long time in the ice and snow. [△网.]"

Chu Tian looked at Lu Dan, whose face suddenly changed, and said softly, "To be honest, although this is not pleasant to hear, the quality of the elixirs of your Medicine King Sect is really too low... Why do you need to pile up so many positive poisonous herbs for a mere cold-dispelling medicine?"

"Strengthen the foundation and nourish the essence, prevention is the priority. As long as the internal yang is strong, the external cold will naturally have difficulty invading." Chu Tian said coldly: "If I didn't pity those drug slaves who were poisoned to death, I wouldn't give this prescription!"

Lu Dan stared at Chu Tian in amazement and asked a stupid question: "You... also understand pharmacology?"

Chu Tian sighed softly. This question really left him speechless. He closed his eyes and said calmly, "Go and try the prescription I told you. Although I'm not very familiar with the herbs here, this kind of low-level decoction is not difficult to make."

Lu Dan was silent for a while, then turned and left without saying a word.

He took Chu Tian's pulse for a long time just now and felt that Chu Tian should be dead. The blood in his body was frozen, and all the meridians in his body were frozen into ice. There was no vitality at all in his internal organs. He was a dead man!

But can a dead person speak?

In other words, Lu Dan couldn't even figure out what the root cause of Chu Tian's illness was!

And Chu Tian actually casually mentioned a prescription for keeping out the cold... Such a simple prescription made Lu Dan vaguely feel that this prescription was a hundred times better than the branding powder they had prepared these days by combining various poisonous herbs that were very hot in the sun!

It's really a ghost!

Their Yaowang Sect is a sect famous for its elixirs!

A sickly guy in a bandit camp, a medicine slave used for drug testing, and he actually dared to say that the quality of the elixirs from the Medicine King Sect was too poor?

Lu Dan couldn't wait to try out Chu Tian's prescription - after all, the royal family didn't have much time left to give their Medicine King Sect, and he was in a hurry to deliver the goods.

Several disciples of the Medicine King Sect looked at Chu Tian in awe, especially the little guy who fed Chu Tian medicine all day, who looked incredible. They were all smart enough to enter the Medicine King Sect. Of course, they could see that their teacher Lu Dan was shocked by a simple prescription that Chu Tian casually said!

"You are also a pharmacist?" The unlucky guy with a handsome face and a wound on his tongue that had not yet healed asked Chu Tian stutteringly.

"Let's just say... I guess so. If you say so, then so be it." Chu Tian sighed softly and closed his eyes. "You little guys have already gone astray. As a pharmacist, it's inhumane to test drugs on living people. Those drug slaves didn't provoke you, did they?"

Several disciples of Yaowang Sect stared at Chu Tian blankly.

'humane'?

The disciples of the Medicine King Sect never knew this concept. What's wrong with using drug slaves to test drugs? What's wrong with using drug slaves to test drugs? Isn't it natural to use drug slaves to test drugs?

"Those lowly people are able to contribute to the prosperity of our Yaowang Sect. This is the blessing they have earned in three lifetimes!" A cold and arrogant voice came from outside the door, and a young man who was quite handsome walked into the room with his hands behind his back.

"Big Brother!" When several disciples of Medicine King Sect saw this young man, they bowed to him in fear and trepidation.

The eldest senior brother walked up to Chu Tian, ​​stretched out his hand, and patted Chu Tian's cheek vigorously. He sneered and said, "I heard a few days ago that a sickly person came here. Hey, medicine is useless? I thought you were a waste of medicinal materials, but I didn't expect that you actually... Well, the problem of the branding powder has been solved, and I just want to try to refine the sword powder."

He grabbed Chu Tian's shoulders and pulled him away.

"So, go and test the medicine for me!" The eldest brother smiled gently: "If you can help me prepare a top-grade sword and weapon powder, I will naturally reward you handsomely!" Mobile phone users please visit m.Read for a better reading experience.