You can't imagine the happiness of the villain

When Ruan Xianbei and Yun Zhi went to get things, they asked Yuncai to prepare things and put them in the room before leaving. When they came back, Yuncai told her that everything was ready, and Ruan Xianbei and Lan Zhao entered the house.

Lan Zhao put a layer of gauze on her face so as not to scare others. Ruan Xianbei first took off the gauze on her face and looked at the scars on her face against the light.

Ruan Xianbei gently stroked the scar with his fingertips. The wound had long since healed, but the winding scar on the right side of his face destroyed the original harmonious beauty of the entire face, making it very divisive.

"Isn't it ugly?" Lan Zhao asked. She was also shocked when she looked in the mirror for the first time. The scar was too long and she didn't expect it to be so scary. She sighed, "Master said that people in the world have strict requirements for women. Women's appearance

It’s especially important because our medicine can’t really cure it. I didn’t expect that there are people out there who are better than others. Maybe it’s because we think we are lofty and we are stuck in our ways.”

Ruan Xianbei looked at her scar carefully and said: "No, the century-old history of Wanhua Valley has its own advantages. I can only be regarded as a crooked way, but I just have the right medicine. Hehe, it doesn't matter, I will be a beauty again in a few days.

La."

On the stool next to them were a basin of clean water and a basin of warm water, as well as a small knife, silver needle, and absorbable catgut that had been sterilized with high temperature and alcohol.

And that little milky white bottle.

"This is the Weaver Girl. I have been looking for it for a long time." Ruan Xianbei pointed to the small bottle and said, "It will enter your wound later. This little bug has a very strong ability to repair itself, and its saliva and

The secretions of the body can promote the recovery of wounds, plus it can repair your skin tissue, so it is named Weaver Girl. You see, this one was made by Elder Jin from tens of thousands of small insects."

Elder Jin: It’s so heartbreaking that you took it away.

Ruan Xianbei gestured on her face and said: "I will open your wound first and then put it in. It will be very good, but it may feel a little painful and itchy. This is normal. I will take it out at night."

, It’s just that today is the first time and it takes a long time. After that, it only takes half an hour in the morning and evening every day. For seven consecutive days, apply the medicine for another seven days, and it will be fine.”

"Trouble." Lan Zhao nodded. She was lucky to be able to regain her appearance and not have to suffer terribly.

"By the way, Weaver Girl is afraid of light, so she can't go out during the day these days. She can go out for short activities at night. She can only eat a lighter diet. We'll start when you're ready."

Lan Zhao pursed his lips and nodded again: "Let's get started."

The windows in the room have been blocked by Yun Zhi and the others with black cloth from the outside. There are only a few oil lamps lit in the room, and the light is not that strong, but it is still soft and bright.

"here we go."

Ruan Xianbei wiped Lan Zhao's face with warm water first, took a deep breath, and carefully scratched Lan Zhao's face with a knife. Only then did he remember that the numbness had not dissipated, so what else could he do? It was purely Lan Zhao's fault.

What does it feel like to have a strong will, but have your wounds opened again? It must not be good.

Ruan Xianbei controlled his hand not to hit her too hard, fearing that she would be in too much pain, so he only tried to reduce the bleeding area where Lan Zhao was originally injured to make it easier for Weaver Girl to get in and out. However, blood still gushes out as soon as the knife comes into contact with the skin.

Lan Zhao felt the warmth on his cheeks and the smell of blood coming from the tip of his nose. He held a square towel to catch the blood dripping from his face. Ruan Xianbei opened the stopper of the small bottle. The Weaver Girl inside smelled the blood and slowly drank.

A small insect the size of a pinky fingernail crawled out of Lan Zhao's wound and disappeared into the surface of the skin.

The wound was relatively long and slender, and the catgut originally intended to be used was temporarily unavailable, so I just used gauze to stick it on. I don’t know if it was because of Zhinu’s repair function that the bleeding was stopped this time faster than last time.

It's much faster. After a while, there will be no more blood leaking out.

"Okay." Ruan Xianbei took a closer look and could see the moving shadows of small insects under the skin. Zhinu followed the shape of the wound very slowly.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

Lan Zhao felt his face was itchy and numb, and it still hurt, but it was less painful than the time he stroked it.

Ruan Xianbei wetted the square towel with warm water and wiped her face. After packing her things, she suddenly patted her thigh and said, "Oh, by the way! I need to drink medicine to replenish qi and blood! Zhaozhao, give yourself a prescription and I'll have someone go there."

Buy medicine."

It’s funny to think about doctors treating themselves.

Lan Zhao wanted to laugh, but now that the wound was aching, it would be better to reduce her expression. She twitched the corner of her mouth, took the paper and pen handed over by Ruan Xianbei, and wrote a prescription for herself.

"This is enough for seven days. When you buy it, I can divide it into portions and fry it."

Ruan Xianbei took the prescription and said with a smile: "That's great. I forgot that we don't have any serious doctors here. There are quite a few crooked doctors. Fortunately, you are one. Have you heard of the most famous doctor here?

There is a Ten Thousand Poison Cave where Elder Jin specializes in raising insects. When you are well, I will take you to have a look. If you are interested - oh, I will ask them to buy medicine now."

"good."

"Zhaozhao, do you want anything else? I'll bring it in for you, and you won't be able to come out during the day. Wouldn't it be boring?"

Lan Zhao shook his head: "I brought the medical book, it's okay."

"Okay, then I'll go out first. If you feel uncomfortable, just call someone. There's always someone outside."

Ruan Xianbei took two steps and turned around to say something else. Lan Zhao said, "Come on, saint, I know everything."

"Okay, okay, I can see it. I think I'm being verbose." Ruan Xianbei closed the door and finally said: "If you feel any discomfort, just let people know. Don't hold on! You have to scream even a little bit."

people!"

Lan Zhao sat in front of the mirror and heard the sound coming from outside. The woman in the mirror bent her eyes and smiled.

...

Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers.

A female disciple hurried into the main hall and said anxiously, "Senior Sister, Senior Sister! Several more herbs in our medicine garden have died!"

Song Xun turned around, frowned and asked in a slightly anxious tone: "How many herbs have died this month?"

The female disciple took out the notebook on her body, flipped through it and said: "A total of two hundred and thirty-seven plants have withered this month. Among them, 64 are rare herbs, thirty are more than three years old, eighteen are more than five years old, and five are more than five years old.

More than ten years, three plants..."

The female disciple lowered her head as she spoke and could not continue. In other words, the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers was almost out of flowers.

I don’t know since when, the herbs planted in the nursery of Wanhua Valley, which was originally suitable for the growth of herbs, gradually withered and died. At first, I thought it was just a normal change in weather and the soil was not suitable for it. However, as time went by, this little thing has become

It has become a major matter related to the life and death of Wanhua Valley.

Because there are many herbs that are hard to come by. They have been passed down from a long time ago. They were carefully cultivated by the seniors and disciples of each generation in Wanhua Valley who traveled to many places and risked their lives to pick them and cultivate them carefully. Especially those that died this year.

There are more and more of them, and almost half of the original large herb garden has withered away.

The soil and water quality of Wanhua Valley are very suitable for seed growth. The climate here is pleasant. In autumn, you can see the golden leaves all over the mountain, and in the spring, you can see flowers blooming. If it were not an excellent place, our ancestors would not choose to build Wanhua Valley here.

Flower Valley.

But after trying many methods, I can't find the reason. Moreover, anything planted in the withered place can survive, but the herbs cannot. They will wither within a few months after they are planted. The herbs that have been cultivated with great care have withered, so what else can there be?

What is the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers? The barren and bare sect will soon be outlawed by fresh bamboo shoots. She doesn't care about this, but what should the disciples who have been living here do?

The people outside the Ye family are waiting to buy the pills they made every month, and they don’t know how long the inventory in the library can last. Without herbs, pills can’t be made. If pills can’t be made and sold, there will be no silver. What will you do if you don’t have money?

How to support a large group of juniors and juniors? Even if the older ones can go out and fend for themselves, what should they do if the younger ones are only seven or eight years old?

"Xin Lian, the people from the Ye family will only come at the end of the month. We need to speed up the preparation of medicines this month. Don't touch the medicinal materials in the storehouse yet. Try to rescue the newly picked ones that can be saved first." Song Xun was a little annoyed and left again.

He took a breath in two steps, thought for a while and continued: "Anything that can be made into pills should be made into pills as soon as possible. Those that are just mature enough to be made into pills should be sold to the medical center. Don't bargain."

Xin Lian said: "Yes."

"By the way, the withered area should be circled, and two more people will be patrolled in the medicinal garden. We also need to arrange transplants as soon as possible. No one knows what will happen tomorrow."

"Yes." Xin Lian followed the order and left quickly. Thinking of Song Xun's clean and tidy appearance, she could not help but think that Senior Sister Song Xun was becoming more and more like a master.

As soon as he left, Song Xun, who looked very bossy, sighed and sat at the table and started writing a letter. Where is Lan Zhao? Was the journey safe? Has he started treatment? Is his face feeling better? When will he be back? She is busy.

If she dies, it would be better for Lan Zhao to come back and stop working and listen to her complaints.

By the way, Master also left a few days ago. Where has Master gone? Is Master okay? Should I tell Master about this? And Miao Tong is still closed in. What should I do?

And the sect’s expenses this month...ah!

Song Xun made a mistake when writing, and the ink spread on the letter paper. She couldn't help but rub her temples. She crumpled the letter paper into a ball and threw it aside. She took out a piece of white paper and started writing again.

It’s so annoying to have so many things. No wonder the master is unhappy every day after becoming the owner of the valley! She has only been acting as an agent for a few days. He feels that a lot of hair has fallen out. Song Xun bites the pen holder. This is because she is irritable while studying.

It's a subconscious action, but she hasn't had this habit since she was eight years old.

Alas, senior sister Songxun, who has a calm mind, is also today.