Just when Zhu Qian was about to walk out of the cave, Meng Zhou remembered something again and sent a message to her again:

"You tell him that the next diagnosis and treatment will be on the 15th of this month, so they can prepare in advance."

When Zhu Qian retrieved a large amount of second-level spiritual materials, Meng Zhou also happened to split all the third-level low-grade spiritual materials in his hand into smaller portions.

After that, he once again devoted himself wholeheartedly to the production of fake elixir puppets.

…

fifteen.

Meng Zhou walked out of the quiet room and saw Bai Zhi standing on a piece of light green grass, holding a thin pen in his hand and drawing thin lines on a piece of white paper.

Meng Zhou couldn't help but go in and take a closer look, and found that what Bai Zhi was copying was the pond, waterside pavilion, and grove in front of him.

But what's special is that what her hair-thin lines outline is neither a pond, a pavilion, nor a tree outline, but the formless breeze in the air.

On her pen and paper, the world is turned upside down, the wind becomes tangible and qualitative, while everything in the real world becomes intangible and qualityless. Instead, it needs to be indirectly perceived with the help of the texture of "wind".

Meng Zhou found it very interesting.

He feels that this is not just a creative idea, but a true feeling of a practitioner who has reached a certain level.

It is easy for people to think of the lower and deeper "real world" covering the real world.

What is real becomes virtual, and what is virtual becomes real.

Feeling Meng Zhou's "peeping", Bai Zhi, who had finished sketching carefully, stopped and turned her head to look at Meng Zhou, with a questioning look on her face.

Meng Zhou coughed lightly and said:

"If one day you can use this method to express light, that would be really amazing."

Bai Zhi's eyes lit up, as if she had some kind of inspiration, but soon, after some serious thinking, she shook her head seriously and said:

"No, I can't do it right now."

Then, she was about to start painting again. Seeing that the man next to her was not moving, she stopped again and looked at him doubtfully.

Meng Zhou said: "I want to go out, do you want to come with me?"

Faced with such an invitation, Bai Zhi shook her head and refused without thinking: "Go ahead, I've just started, and there are still many things I haven't done yet..."

As she spoke, her mind had unknowingly sunk into the white paper at the tip of the pen in front of her.

When Meng Zhou saw this, he shook his head helplessly, but without saying anything else, he went straight out of the cave.

Meng Zhou also belatedly discovered that Bai Zhi was actually a more homely girl than he was.

At first, she was still yearning for the outside, but after going out for a walk with Zhu Qian twice, she stopped going out.

Meng Zhou was doubtful about this at first, but soon he realized that the first two times Bai Zhi went out were not because she really wanted to go out, but just a small way to confirm her own "freedom".

of temptation.

After understanding that Meng Zhou didn't really want to lock her up until she died, as long as she wanted to go out, she could go out every three to five times - after confirming this, she stopped going out.

And her pastime is painting.

However, she once seriously corrected her evaluation.

"This is not a pastime, it is a way for me to understand and understand the world."

Thinking of her identity as a painter, Meng Zhou also believed her.

After all, as a knot master, he often uses the method of knotting ropes to understand and understand the world.

She won't get bored either.

Being in a cave of five or six acres has no impact on her.

As long as she feels that her heart is not imprisoned, even if she is in a small room, for her as a painter, the world is still boundless.

As for serious cultivation, she has stopped doing it a long time ago.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't.

She herself was confused about this.

Her cultivation had already reached the peak of foundation building, but she still couldn't touch the feeling of breaking through the barrier and forming the elixir.

In her own words, "I once thought that this was the biggest bottleneck I encountered in my spiritual practice, an obstacle that I would never be able to overcome in my life."

Because this situation is common among practitioners, after realizing this, she was once lost, but she never doubted anything.

After all, there are many examples in the cultivation world where one's cultivation progresses by leaps and bounds before reaching a certain level, and then just wastes his life after reaching a certain level. She will not feel that she is anything special because of this.

After coming to him, this situation has been greatly improved.

She could now more or less "touch" the core-forming barrier that she had once been completely unable to sense, but she was still far away from breaking through.

She is very satisfied with this change.

Meng Zhou knew, however, that the real reason was not what she "thought" but that Yaya had not made a breakthrough yet.

…

After Sanchuan City was demolished into ruins and the surrounding area turned into a bustling construction site, the Blue Blood Army chose its temporary base in a quiet farmland more than sixty miles away from Sanchuan City.

Meng Zhou used Five Elements Escape to avoid the eyes and ears of everyone along the way, and directly entered the Zhuangtian courtyard.

It wasn't until he appeared that Tu Baiyao, who was waiting, noticed him and quickly greeted him: "Mr."

Several other monks standing next to Tu Baiyao also quickly saluted and greeted him respectfully.

These people are all representatives of Wucai Ridge and Qiandao Lake. If they had not known Meng Zhou’s temper, Tu Baiyao, Yao Gu and others had clearly limited the number of "pilgrimages", the number of monks coming from Wucai Ridge and Qiandao Lake would have been even greater.

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Meng Zhou did not be polite to these people and went directly to an open area, where there were a total of 240 foundation-building injuries and an equal number of Qi-training injuries.

Meng Zhou did not ask specifically where these injuries came from. After a brief consultation, he basically had the answer in his mind.

Among these injuries, the number of monks injured by various strange poisons was surprisingly high.

"It is said that the Wucailing monks are proficient in poison."

"Behind this illustrious reputation is the fact that a large number of monks are tortured by various poisonous substances and their lives are worse than death, or even destroyed physically and mentally."

With this thought in mind, a drizzle suddenly began to fall in this open space.

Not a single drop of this "rainwater" fell into the air, and it was accurately inserted into the bodies of each of the injured patients.

With the integration of this pure rainwater, in Meng Zhou's induction, various obscure and dirty breaths flowed out of each patient's body.

Meng Zhou thought for a while, but instead of getting rid of these dirty disease and poisonous gases, he balled them into a huge "mud ball".

In the eyes of Tu Baiyao and other onlookers, it was "Mr. Ge" who waved his hand, and a special rain fell that covered all the injuries.

Under the cover of this special rain, a total of more than 400 injured people improved rapidly. At the same time, a black and gray mud ball appeared in the hand of "Mr. Ge".

This is not a good thing.

Everyone has subconsciously made this judgment in their hearts.

Everyone selectively avoids this kind of thing that seems to make people feel disgusted.

Tu Baiyao, who had the closest relationship with Meng Zhou, quickly asked: "Sir, what was that rain just now?"

Meng Zhou smiled and said: "Spring rain."

"Chun Yu?" Tu Baiyao was a little confused.

Meng Zhou nodded: "Yes, this is Chunyu."

Meng Zhou did not continue to explain to Tu Baiyao, who was still confused. He was still immersed in the wonderful feedback this new ability gave him.

The third-level Spring Water Sutra has been promoted to Xiaocheng, and the Medicine Spirit Master profession has also quietly made a breakthrough in a previous treatment, rising from the second level to the third level.

For a moment, Meng Zhoufu felt a sense of understanding in his soul.

He did not continue to learn those third-level pharmacist skills. Even if he really tried to learn them, there would be nothing new. In the inherited jade slip of the third-level profession in his hand, most of the third-level skills were second-level skills.

An advanced version of the advanced skill.

For example, second-level healing skills and third-level healing skills, second-level rejuvenation skills and third-level rejuvenation skills.

This is a good thing for other professionals. Having a previous foundation allows them to master higher-level skills more easily.

But for Meng Zhou, who had already completed the transformation of his skills into a spiritual body, a spiritual body, and even a Tao body, it would be too much of a waste to invest time and energy in these.

Therefore, after the profession of Medicine Spirit Master advanced to the third level, Meng Zhou did not learn those third level skills. Instead, he followed his inner feelings and combined his understanding of Medicine Spirit Master and the Third Level Spring Water Sutra to create

Such a skill.

He named it [Spring Rain].

Simplifying the complex, he integrated all his insights into the third-level medicine spiritual master and the third-level Spring Water Sutra into this "spring rain".

This is not only in line with the characteristics of the Spring Water Sutra, but also in line with the characteristics of the Medicine Spirit Master.

The function of this "spring rain" is not only to treat monks' patients, but also to treat other spiritual beasts, and it can also be used to treat spiritual plants.

As the saying goes, "Spring rain is as valuable as oil" and "under the spring rain, all living beings will be saved without discrimination."
To be continued...