How can one cultivate immortality without learning modern knowledge?

"This is the work of a divine healer!" someone exclaimed.

"When the Immortal Physician first came to Hexi Valley, he also used this method. This young master is also an Immortal Physician..."

"Look, the seventh one isn't moving anymore..."

"Will it ultimately still be..."

Old Qi flicked his finger and then pointed it at Chen Laoqi's forehead.

At this point, his fingers trembled slightly.

It trembled so badly it sent chills down my spine.

"How is it?" Zhou Wenju was also unsure of what to do.

After all, this was his first real foray into a new field, and he had no confidence at all. Although, from the outward appearance, this move should have been effective, because he sensed a magical force from the sky that was driving the gold paper on the paper beyond the scope of physics, causing it to undergo a magical change.

However, he still didn't know what this change meant.

Old Qi slowly raised his gaze: "His injuries are healing rapidly, and his vitality is quickly increasing. Young master, he... won't die!"

Ah!

The crowd cheered.

tom!

A woman knelt before Zhou Wenju, holding a child in her arms. She was Chen Laoqi's wife. She had been holding her breath tightly, but now she could finally relax.

With a sigh of relief, she knelt on one knee before her husband's savior, but couldn't utter a single word.

"Thank you, Young Master Zhou!" Several men who were going down the slope with Zhou Wenju bowed at the same time.

"Thank you, Young Master Zhou..." the crowd shouted in unison.

"No need for this, everyone!" Zhou Wenju helped the woman in front of him up. The woman's face was covered in tears. A village girl next to her rushed to help, and her hand accidentally touched his. The village girl's face suddenly turned red, a redness that was natural and pure...

"Young master, let's go for a walk over there," Old Qi said.

Zhou Wenju and Lao Qi left the noisy scene.

The villagers spontaneously made way for them, watching them walk side by side into the valley with respect and gratitude in their eyes.

Several men followed at a distance, but did not approach...

"Young master, you have already obtained the Mo family's script." Old Qi slowly turned his gaze over, his expression complex.

"Didn't expect that, did you?" Zhou Wenju smiled faintly, without clarifying whether Wen Gen's origin belonged to the Mohist school, nor did he discuss whether Wen Gen belonged to the literary world.

Old Qi laughed: "The scolding you received on the riverbank today was entirely your own fault. If you had told the master that you left Huding Mountain because you had achieved your original purpose for entering Huding Mountain, the master would have been overjoyed and would never have scolded you."

"So, never believe what you see with your own eyes," Zhou Wenju replied with a profound statement.

"I also saw something else, sir. Should I believe it or not?"

Zhou Wenju glared at him: "Huh?"

"I also see... Young Master, your pulse cultivation has broken through to the Dao Platform Realm."

Zhou Wenju said, "So you're saying that you, Lao Qi, have found a reason to run away? My skills are already pretty good, so you don't need to protect me anymore?"

"No, what I meant was... with your cultivation and abilities, it seems like you could easily raid a bandit's den..." Old Qi said, "I didn't say you actually raided it, I was just giving an example."

Zhou Wenju's glare at him became more forceful.

Old Qi looked at him with a happy smile...

"Old Qi, if you keep framing me like this, I'll definitely use my favor with 'De Wengen' to complain to my father and have him dock your wages to the bone!"

"Tch!" Old Qi responded with a single word, his voice snorting: "You talk like I get paid."

My God, encountering such a complete idiot, there's no way we can have a conversation with him.

Time passed minute by minute...

A quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour...

On the mountain path, a figure dressed in white with a veil covering their face ran towards them.

That figure is quite graceful.

Even when running wildly without regard for manners, it is still a crabapple blossom in the wind, retaining all its charm.

A divine healer?

female?

"The Healer is here! Everyone, make way..." Zhang Laosan shouted from behind.

The healer rushed into the crowd: "Where is the patient?"

Her voice was like a nightingale singing in a valley.

"Over there!" The group pointed in one direction.

The healer stepped forward, and suddenly, she froze completely...

The patient possesses the vital energy of literature and philosophy.

"Lift off his clothes..." the physician ordered.

A man lifted up his clothes.

On Chen Laoqi's chest, the writing was densely packed...

"The ancient sages taught their people to avoid evil influences and harmful winds at appropriate times, to maintain a tranquil and empty mind, so that true qi could flow freely, and the spirit could be guarded internally, from which illness could arise..."

The healer stared intently at the words, her bright and unparalleled eyes gleaming.

The white veil covering her face rose and fell rapidly.

"His injuries are all healed!"

Everyone wore expressions of relief.

The sage physician declared that everything was fine!

Then you can really rest assured.

The healer surveyed the entire room: "Who performed the literary therapy on him?"

"It's Young Master Zhou!" the village girl replied, her gaze fixed on the direction where Zhou Wenju was.

Zhou Wenju strode over with a smile, one foot already on the steps beneath the feet of the Immortal Physician…

"Young Master Zhou, please stop! Do not come any closer!" the physician said.

Zhou Wenju's smile froze.

What does that mean?

I acknowledge that you are exceptionally beautiful.

The people acknowledge your title of "Healer Immortal".

But do you think I'm not worthy to stand on the same platform as you? Only worthy to listen to your condescending questions?

"Where did Master Zhou's 'Medical Classic' come from?" The Immortal Physician, standing on the platform, turned his gaze to Zhou Wenju.

"Sorry, I forgot!" Zhou Wenju turned around. "Old Qi, let's go for a walk on the other side of the river!"

The wind rose and blew his hair.

She also lifted the hem of his shirt.

Zhou Wenju wore a calm smile.

I feel quite relieved...

There are always some women who think that because they are somewhat attractive, they deserve to be fawned over by all men. They think, "Let's see if I fall for your act!"

Old Zhang strode over: "It's getting late, young master, why don't you stay the night in Hexi Valley?"

Old Qi looked up at the sky and indeed, the sun had already set.

Although he doesn't care about day or night.

Although the young master in front of me has a solid foundation in pulse cultivation, he theoretically doesn't care about day or night.

Although the young master only returned home today, theoretically he should not have come to the wilderness to stay overnight.

but……

It wasn't his turn to speak.

Zhou Wenju smiled: "Then I shall respectfully accept your offer?"

Zhang Laosan beamed, "There's a cave over there, the only place in Hexi Valley where distinguished guests can stay. Young Master Zhou, Chief Constable, please!"

The cave wasn't particularly close either.

By the time they entered the cave, it was already dark outside.

Inside the cave, oil lamps were lit, and outside, the sky was filled with stars.

And there are villages faintly visible at your feet.

There are also three blast furnaces.

Even at night, it emits a faint red glow.

Even though a serious accident occurred during the day, the villagers did not stop blacksmithing, because blacksmithing was the only commodity that the 30,000 villagers of Hexi Valley could sell to the outside world, in exchange for some salt and some clothing.

The sound of hammering iron in the blast furnace is now far away.

The dogs barking in the villa could be heard from a great distance.

The meal was served, and it was quite lavish, probably the most lavish meal in this poor mountain village.

There is fish, shrimp, and meat.

The fish came from the Xihe River below, the shrimp from the fields, and the meat was obtained by hunters from Hexi Village who went up the mountain to get it.

By the way, Zhang Laosan is the captain of the Hexi hunting team.

He was an expert archer.

Oh, and there's wine too.

Although the wine was cloudy and didn't look very appealing, it was smooth and fragrant on the palate. A village girl was also there, bringing them this and that. Every time Zhou Wenju looked up, he would catch her secretly looking at him. Whenever their eyes met, a blush would always appear on her face.

Zhou Wenju didn't know if he was a little morbid. Having seen so many high-class fairies and goddesses outside, he found this kind of pure, unrefined village girl more pleasing to the eye.

We've almost finished drinking.

The food was almost completely eaten up.

Zhang Laosan ate with everyone; he held immense prestige among the young people of Hexi Valley.

This prestige was earned through his superb archery skills, as well as his character. Just take his willingness to take the blame for someone else, for example; he is qualified to be a leader.

"Third brother, how common are stove explosions here?" Zhou Wenju asked.