Chapter 8: Rough conditions

C_t; Rongxue Dan, can expel the cold poison in the body, let the blood flow smoothly, the treatment of cold ice has a miraculous effect. [Super look good]

However, the level of the blood stasis is too low, and it is impossible to eradicate the ice.

However, with this remedy, at least Ling Qing’s life is saved.

Looking at that **** Dan, Ling Feng could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, and the scarlet color in his eyes also retreated.

He took out the **** Dan and stuffed it into Ling Qing's small mouth.

Waiting, the liquid medicine of Rongxue Dan melted and flowed into the limbs of Lingqing, and the coldness was forced out a little bit.

Ling Feng only spit out a suffocating gas.

"You three to roll, don't let me see you again, or you will kill you one by one!"

Ling Feng snorted.

And the three peaks, the proud moon three, are scared that the buttocks are shaking, squatting up, smashing the scorpion, but their eyes are incomparable.

"Sister, let's go home!" Ling Feng gathered up Ling Qing's hair, and pampered.

"En" Ling Qing's thin face was sweet and nodded weakly.

At night, Ling Feng returned to the thatched cottage with Ling Qing.

He carefully placed Ling Qing on the bamboo bed, touched Ling Qing’s forehead, and felt the hot breath, which was disappearing. His face was slightly better.

Immediately, he took out the few medicine bottles and poured out the nutrients inside, and stuffed them into the small mouth of Ling Qing.

Yangling Dan can heal the wound and restore blood and blood. It also has great benefits for Lingqing.

"Small wind, with my sister saying that the conversation is alright?"

Ling Qing's black and thin face is hot, but the smile is very quiet.

"Yep!"

Ling Feng squeezed into the bamboo bed, holding Lingqing tightly, like the Octopus, using the warmth of his body to dispel the chill of Ling Qing.

"Little wind, my sister doesn't want you alone!" Ling Qing's voice choked, his voice was blurred.

Ling Feng clung to Ling Qing and whispered in a low voice. "If you leave, Xiaofeng will be very lonely."

"Sister, you have been strong for so long, waiting for you, after this 'home', the little wind is coming, okay?"

"Sister, do you remember?"

"That cold winter, you brought me back, we are alone, you can't leave me like this!"

......

This night, Ling Feng eyes wet, whispering in the ear of Ling Qing, like a call of affection.

Ling Qing smashed a sweet smile, his eyes blurred, curled up in the arms of Ling Feng, and fell asleep.

The next day, Ling Qing’s cold body warmed up, and the warmth of the breath came to her face, making her a small blushing reading.

However, Ling Qing’s distressed and frightened is that Ling Qing’s forehead is hot, like cooked lobster, high fever does not retreat, and nightmares continue.

"It looks like you want to catch some herbs!"

Ling Feng whispered, and he climbed up and his eyes flashed.

He combed the three thousand volumes of the holy mountain and thought of the "Alchemy", which was written by the alchemy master, recording the Shenwu continent, various herbs.

And for the alchemists, this is just an introduction.

Although Ling Feng is not an alchemy teacher, he can also memorize it one by one. No way, who makes him bored?

However, I did not expect it to come in handy now.

"Exterming hot grass, red leaf fruit!"

Ling Feng pondered for a moment and thought of these two herbs.

Hot grass and red leaf fruit are only the lowest level of herbs, which can cure high fever, but can only refine the lowest level of heat.

The general alchemists are too lazy to pick, but in the "Alchemy", it is only a brief introduction.

However, these two herbs are like the bright lights in the night sky, making Ling Feng happy.

Immediately, he pushed open the dilapidated bamboo door and walked out, looking at the crumpled straw towel, could not help but feel sour.

The poor younger brother, even a towel can not afford, can only be made into a palm-sized straw towel with grass blades.

The four walls of the family, is that the case? !

Ling Feng sighed, dipped the straw towel with cold water, wringed it, and applied it to Ling Qing’s forehead.

"Miss sister, you have to hold on, I will pick herbs for you."

Ling Feng took Ling Qing's skinny little hand and whispered. "I want you to live."

He stuffed Ling Qing's little hand into the quilt and strode out.

"The wilderness!"

From the memory of Juvenile Ling Feng, he learned that there is a vast mountain range above the barren hills, called the wilderness, which is a disciple of the Lingwu Academy and a place of experience.

The wilderness is different.

Among them, there are swamps and rivers, savage birds and beasts, extremely dangerous, even if the military enters, they may die.

Of course, there are many opportunities in the wilderness, such as Lingcao and Lingquan, all of which can be exchanged for medicinal herbs, so that the disciples of Delingwu College are eagerly awaited.

In addition, the martial arts and military martial arts can also enhance the body sensitivity and combat experience in the wild.

"The wilderness, a bit dangerous!"

Ling Feng frowned.

In the Shenwu continent, the fierce birds and beasts have the same nine levels as the human beings: the martial arts class, the martial arts class, the martial arts class, the spirit beast, the royal beast, the holy beast, the sage, the beast, and the beast.

Even the lowest level of the martial arts monsters can tear the stone, the general martial arts, if they do not master martial arts, they must eat big losses;

In the history of the wilderness, many martial arts and military people are so tragic.

However, Lingfeng is different, his treasure is a newcomer, such as bronze is generally strong, even if it is a warrior-level monster, I am afraid that it can not be torn.

"In any case, the two herbs must be available!"

Ling Feng is profound and extremely overbearing. It is the invincible self-confidence from Wu Sheng.

He was born again on the waste body, and he entered the road with refining and became stronger than before.

He strode forward, crossed the barren hills and ran towards a mountain in the distance.

Wasteland.

Qingyang sprinkled from the sky and cut a lychee into a mottled shadow.

The autumn wind creaks, the leaves are everywhere, and the desert appears bare.

However, in the depths of the wilderness, it is still lush, where the heavens and the earth are rich and strong, making many warriors fascinated.

However, there is also a strong monster, which is extremely dangerous.

"rustle"

Ling Feng walked forward and looked around, looking for hot grass and red leaf fruit.

Both herbs are used for heat and are grown in damp, dark places.

Therefore, Ling Feng walked against the sun and looked for a place to look back.

"Hey... is that a hot grass?!"

Suddenly, Ling Feng stunned and ran away. He found a small grass under a big tree.

The grass is dark blue in color and has eight leaves. Under the big tree, it is inconspicuous and gives off a touch of air.

According to the brief record of "Alchemy", Ling Feng recognized that it was to drive the hot grass, which made him happy and directly grasped the past.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a roaring sound rang from a distance, followed by a beast, from the dark tree, stood up, staring like a poisonous snake, staring at the wind.

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