My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"Fellow Daoist Shiye, please pour me a bowl of water." Wang Ye said with joy across from Lu Zijia.

Ishino turned around and ran out, not forgetting to respond, "Okay, okay, I, I'll go right now."

Seeing his son's silly appearance, Zhang Lanhua was amused and helpless.

Ishiye quickly brought the water and handed it to Lu Zijia with respectful hands.

Lu Zijia took it and turned around, and put a drop of spiritual spring water into the bowl with her back to Shiye and her son.

It's not that she doesn't want to give more, but that with the middle-aged man's third-level qi practice, he simply can't bear the rich spiritual qi contained in the spiritual spring water.

A drop of spiritual spring water is enough to restore a middle-aged man's internal injuries, and he will benefit a lot.

Looking at the clear water in the bowl, Lu Zijia thought for a while, and quickly made a blindfold, so that what others saw was no longer a bowl of clear water, but a bowl of black Chinese medicine with a pungent smell of medicine.

Lu Zijia handed back the sea bowl in his hand to Shi Ye, "Serve it to the patient."

Looking at the greatly changed black soup in the sea bowl, Ishino opened his mouth into an O shape.

Not to mention Ishio, even Zhang Lanhua was shocked.

However, she reacted faster than her eldest son, and hurriedly stepped forward and carefully took the sea bowl from Lu Zijia's hand. After she was grateful and thanked, she asked her eldest son to help him lift him up and feed the medicine.

To be honest, Zhang Lanhua still has some scruples in her heart.

After all, Lu Zijia's origin is unknown, and in just a few breaths, she turned a bowl of water into medicinal soup. This is really... It's really beyond her understanding.

It's just that their family is already at the end of the road. If her husband's illness continues to drag on, even if they can get enough spirit beads in a few days, I'm afraid it will be too late.

So, she can only gamble now.

While Shiye and his son were feeding medicine, Lu Zijia left the main room and went to the yard to watch the topography of Stone Village.

Shitou Village is surrounded by mountains on three sides. On the way home with the Shiye brothers, Lu Zijia observed that both the fields and roads were covered with a thick layer of sediment.

However, compared to the walking road, the planted fields are also mixed with some soil.

It's just that even if the soil is mixed, the harvest of Stone Village does not seem to be very good.

At least as far as she could see, the spiritual rice planted by the Ishino family wasn't doing very well.

In addition to the planting fields and the terrain, Lu Zijia also noticed that the people in Shitou Village are basically at the first level to the seventh level of Qi refining, and some have not even stepped into the Qi refining period.

In this way, it should be no problem for her to stay in Stone Village for a while.

A quarter of an hour later, Shiye's mother and son came out of the main room happily, and kept thanking Lu Zijia. Zhang Lanhua wanted to kowtow to Lu Zijia, but Lu Zijia stopped her.

"Dr. Lu, I don't know how many spirit beads are needed for those decoctions? How many times does my husband need to drink decoctions to recover?"

Speaking of Lingzhu, Zhang Lanhua couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

Just now her husband woke up after drinking a bowl of soup and medicine.

And the husband also said that he feels much better, and the internal injury is slowly repairing itself. According to the current repair speed, I believe it will take a few days to heal.

Even the noble pharmacists in the town couldn't do the soup with such a quick effect.

So Zhang Lanhua felt that the decoction Lu Zijia took out must be of great value.