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

Chu Tian lay quietly on the chair, and every morning and evening, maids came to wipe his body and change his clothes.

Every day, the familiar disciple of the Medicine King Sect would come to take him various modified iron powder soups.

Although I had never seen the pharmacists of the Medicine King Sect, Chu Tian could feel that the pharmacists of the Medicine King Sect were against him. The prescription of the Braised Iron Powder is becoming more and more domineering, and the medicinal properties are becoming more and more intense.

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

As time passed day by day, Chu Tian was still cold all over, and the green color on his skin was still strong. The decoctions he took became thicker and thicker every day, and gradually changed from the original decoctions to the sticky medicine. He drank a bowl of them one meal, but gradually turned into a bowl of them one meal, and finally a bucket of them one meal.

But no matter how much the medicinal properties are aggravated, how can these ordinary prescriptions deal with the fetal cold soul in Chu Tian’s body?

No matter how many medicines were poured in, Chu Tian still looked sick.

At noon that day, it was the time when the beautiful disciple of the Medicine King Sect came to give him medicine, but this time, a middle-aged man wearing a blue long goat and wearing a goatee walked in with a few disciples of the Medicine King Sect.

The middle-aged man stood beside Chu Tian’s chair, reached out to his hand and pulled his pulse for a while, frowned and thought for a while, and slowly said, "I am Lu Dan, the second-grade pharmacist of the Medicine King Sect. Strange, do you know what the cold poison on your body comes from?"

Chu Tian raised his eyelids slightly and laughed dryly: "It's hard to cure?"

Lu Dan looked at Chu Tian with a gloomy face for a while and said coldly: "I have been wasting too much time on you and wasted too much medicinal materials. The iron powder was originally customized by the royal family of this dynasty to my Yaowang Sect, and was specially developed for the Canglang Legion who was expeditioning the snowy areas of the northern border."

Staring at Chu Tian angrily, Lu Dan whispered: "These days, we have been led by you... The iron sparse that does not work on you is already a very poisonous poison for others. If we take out this recipe..."

Chu Tian blinked his eyes, and he imagined the spectacular scene of the so-called Canglang Legion taking the iron spoon he had drunk in the past two days, and then collectively slaying poison, and said dryly: "The royal family you mentioned will probably send troops to attack your Medicine King Sect."

Lu Dan's face became even more ugly. He looked at Chu Tian and said in a deep voice: "I am worried about the Medicine King Sect, but I am Lu Dan, the person in charge of the deal with the Iron Scatter. I am afraid there will be big trouble."

Chu Tian sighed lightly, and he whispered: "Twenty-year-old Duyang Vine, two pieces of Sanyang Flowers born in ten years, and one qian of Lao Lin ginseng that is born in three years to stabilize the yang energy. It is randomly made with meat hibiscus less than five years to make pills. As long as it is taken by strong soldiers, the general cold air will be difficult to invade, which is enough to ensure that they fight for a long time in the ice and snow."

Chu Tian looked at Lu Dan, whose face suddenly changed, and said softly: "To be honest, although this is not good, the level of elixirs in your Medicine King Sect is really too inferior... Why do you just use the medicine to drive away the cold to build so many positive poisonous weeds?"

"Consolidate the foundation and cultivate the essence, and prevent it first. As long as the inner yang grows stronger, the outer cold will naturally be difficult to invade." Chu Tian said coldly: "If it weren't for the pity of those medicine slaves who were poisoned to death, I wouldn't have given this prescription!"

Lu Dan looked at Chu Tian in amazement and asked a very stupid sentence: "You... are also pharmacological?"

Chu Tian sighed softly, and his question was speechless. He closed his eyes and said calmly: "Go and try the prescription I mentioned. Although he is not very familiar with the medicinal materials here, such low-level decoctions are not difficult."

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

He took Chu Tian's meridian for a long time just now, and he felt that Chu Tian should be a dead person. The blood in his body was frozen, and all the meridians in his body were frozen into ice. His internal organs no longer had any vitality. This is a dead person!

But can a dead person speak?

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

Chu Tian even casually said a prescription for keeping cold... Such a simple prescription made Lu Dan vaguely feel that this prescription is a hundred times better than the soldering iron powder they made with various hot poisonous weeds these days!

It's really a ghost!

Their Medicine King Sect is a sect known for its elixirs!

A sick man in a bandit village, a medicine slave used to test medicine, dare he say that the level of the medicine king sect is too low?

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

Several disciples from the Medicine King Sect looked at Chu Tian inexplicably, especially the little guy who gave Chu Tian medicine all day long, looked incredible. They had good IQs when they could enter the Medicine King Sect. Of course, they could see that their teacher Lu Dan was shocked by a simple prescription that Chu Tian said casually!

"Are you still a pharmacist?" The unlucky guy who was born very handsome and had not healed his tongue. He asked Chu Tian stammeringly.

"Precaution...you say yes, that's it." Chu Tian sighed softly and closed his eyes: "You little guys have already entered the evil path. As pharmacists, it is inhumane to use living people to test medicine. Those medicine slaves have not provoked you, right?"

Several disciples of the Medicine King Sect looked at Chu Tian blankly.

'humane'?

The disciples of the Medicine King Sect never knew this concept. What happened to use a medicine slave to test the medicine? What happened to use a medicine slave to test the medicine? Isn’t it natural to use a medicine slave to test the medicine?

"Those despicable untouchables can contribute to the prosperity of my Yaowang Sect. This is a blessing they have cultivated in three lifetimes!" A cold and arrogant voice came from outside the door, and a young man with a very 'beautiful' walked into the house with his hands behind his back.

"Senior Brother!" When several disciples of the Medicine King Sect saw this young man, they saluted him in fear and fear.

The senior brother walked to Chu Tian, ​​stretched out his hand, patted Chu Tian's cheek vigorously, and he sneered: "I heard a few days ago that a sick person came here. Hey, the medicine stone is useless? I thought you were just a waste of medicinal materials. Unexpectedly, you... Well, the matter of the iron scattered has been solved. I happened to try to refine the sword and sword scattered."

He grabbed Chu Tian's shoulder, pulled him away.
Chapter completed!