Chapter 90 Alchemist

At the same time, in Xinglin Hall, Mr. Feng had just finished seeing a patient and was sitting in the hall drinking tea.

Several cultivators came in, bowed to Mr. Feng, and said respectfully: "Someone in the clan is seriously injured. Please help, Mr. Feng."

Mr. Feng glanced at their pale yellow Taoist robes embroidered with gold thread, "Are they from the Qian family?"

"Yes."

"How is the injury?"

A cultivator from the Qian family hesitated for a while and said: "It seems that he was injured by the powerful fire spirit. The flesh and blood are burnt black, the meridians are damaged, and the breath is weak..."

Mr. Feng frowned, "Is it so serious?"

"The clan has invited several alchemists to treat it, but they are arguing with each other and can't make up their minds, so we want to ask Mr. Feng to take a look. In Tongxian City, Mr. Feng's alchemy skills are absolutely unique."

"You are too kind," said Mr. Feng, "I will go there without delay."

Mr. Feng makes pills to save people, regardless of their status, wealth, and whether they are independent cultivators or family cultivators, as long as they are in trouble, he will generally lend a hand.

Several Qian family monks bowed respectfully again and said, "Thank you, Mr. Feng."

Mr. Feng selected a few herbs, a few bottles of elixir, and a few books on elixir, and gave a few instructions to the apprentices, and then followed the monks to the Qian family.

Only when they arrived at the Qian family did they learn that the person to be saved was Qian Xing. Mr. Feng frowned and became a little dissatisfied.

He had heard about Qian Xing's daily behavior, bullying others and being tyrannical.

But after thinking about it, these were all rumors, and he had not seen it with his own eyes, so it might not be true. Moreover, although Qian Xing was naughty, he had never heard of him doing anything that was harmful to the world, so it was impossible for him to die without saving him.

The Qian family was gloomy, several female relatives were crying, and several elders also looked serious.

Mr. Feng sighed. As long as a cultivator does not become an immortal, he is still a human being. Being a human being will experience birth, aging, illness and death. Although he has seen this scene many times, he also feels compassion. If he can save him, then save him.

Mr. Feng went into the house to see Qian Xing's injuries, and then discussed treatment methods with several other alchemists.

An alchemist said, "Master Qian's injuries are too serious. He should be nurtured. Use wood-based spiritual objects and elixirs to slowly nourish his body and gradually recover..."

Another alchemist disagreed, "Nursing can't cure it. He was injured by fire-based spiritual power. The spiritual power remains in his body and will form fire poison. If it is not completely removed, it will damage his meridians and qi sea, and there will be endless troubles..."

"How do you want to eliminate it?"

"Use Tianyuan water, supplemented by Shuilingdan, water and fire complement each other, and completely eliminate the fire poison. Once the fire poison is gone, the damaged meridians and body will slowly recover..."

"Water and fire complement each other, it's too fierce. If the fire poison is not removed by then, I'm afraid Master Qian will die!"

...

Several alchemists argued endlessly, each holding his own opinion, and no one could convince anyone else.

Mr. Feng coughed, and the alchemists quieted down.

Mr. Feng has been treating and saving people in Tongxian City for more than a hundred years. Although he seems to have no power, he has great prestige.

Even if the cultivators in Tongxian City have not been treated by Mr. Feng, there will always be a few relatives and friends who have received the favor of Mr. Feng. Moreover, the way of heaven is unpredictable, and no one can guarantee whether there will be any accidents in the future that will require Mr. Feng.

Several alchemists present knew Mr. Feng's character and respected him very much. Some of them even visited Mr. Feng before they were determined to make a product and asked for his guidance.

As soon as Mr. Feng coughed, several alchemists stopped talking and stood aside to listen obediently.

"The fire poison needs to be cleared..." Mr. Feng affirmed first, and the alchemist who wanted to clear the fire poison showed a happy expression.

"But Tianyuan water cannot be used, it is too strong..."

"What the old man said is very true." The alchemist said respectfully.

"It's OK to warm up, but it can't be too mild, otherwise it will just breed poison..." Mr. Feng said to another alchemist, and then listed several spiritual herbs and elixirs, and analyzed the specific injuries, how to use the medicine, how much to use, and then according to the severity of the symptoms, the dosage of the elixir should be appropriately increased or decreased...

Finally, Mr. Feng said: "Alchemy is about mutual communication and exchange. It's good to have your own ideas, but don't be stubborn and don't give in to each other."

Several alchemists nodded in agreement.

After Mr. Feng finished speaking, he sat aside and drank tea.

Several other alchemists were talking in a low voice. They had a treatment idea, but they still needed to discuss and consider what elixir to use and what medicine to refine, and it would not be completely determined for a while.

While drinking tea, Mr. Feng suddenly asked: "By the way, why is Qian Xing so seriously injured?"

Several alchemists stopped talking, and they didn't know what to say. After all, it was not a good thing, not to mention that this was in the Qian family, and it was not very pleasant to say it.

An alchemist saw that there were no members of the Qian family around, so he whispered, "I heard that Master Qian took advantage of his power to bully others, and ended up getting beaten up."

Mr. Feng frowned.

"He wasn't injured by someone," said another alchemist. "He used the new magic he had learned to attack someone, but he didn't learn the skill well enough, and the magic backfired, and he became like this..."

"Nonsense! Can magic backfire look like this?" another alchemist retorted.

"The injury from magic backfires is from the inside out, and his injury is obviously from the outside in."

"Yes, he must have been injured by a sneak attack with a fire magic."

"Doesn't magic take time to condense? A few breaths of time is enough for him to dodge. Master Qian is not a fool, so he will stand there and let people hit him?"

"How do you know he is not a fool?"

"It may be that he was careless and didn't dodge..."

"You are all wrong. It must be a fire talisman, and it should not be cheap, the disposable kind..."

...

Several alchemists were chatting lively.

If we talk about how to use elixirs to treat people, we have to rack our brains and think hard, which is a tiring thing. But if we talk about gossip, then the interest is much higher.

Mr. Feng was a little speechless, and asked again: "He bullied others by taking advantage of his power. Who did he bully?"

"It seems that he bullied a child? Some cultivators couldn't stand it, so they came out to help, and the two sides started fighting. It was quite a big fight. Although the morals of the world are declining these days, there are still cultivators who dare to do what is right."

Mr. Feng had a guess in his mind, and his expression gradually became cold. "Do you know who the child is?"

"It's not very clear. I only heard that the one who helped fight was the apprentice of Master Chen's weapon refining shop. The bullied child seemed to be surnamed Mo..."

Mr. Feng put down the teacup, stood up and left.

"Mr. Feng..." Several alchemists hurriedly got up and chased after him.

Seeing this, the Qian family also hurriedly chased after him, and said anxiously: "Old man, where are you going?"

"Go back!"

"The young master is seriously injured, and I still hope you can treat him..."

"No treatment!" Mr. Feng said firmly.

"This... you..." Several Qian family disciples were helpless.

An elder of the Qian family with a strong aura and deep nasolabial folds stopped in front of Mr. Feng, "Mr. Feng, please go back. If you cure the young master, the head of the family will not treat you unfairly!"

It was a cultivator in the foundation-building period!

Several alchemists were slightly shocked and looked at each other.

Mr. Feng glanced at the elder of the Qian family, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"I dare not. Please save the young master." The elder of the Qian family bowed.

Mr. Feng snorted coldly, "I have been refining pills and curing diseases all my life in order to save people, not to commit sins. What kind of person is your young master? Is he worthy of my saving?"

The elder of the Qian family was speechless. He certainly knew what kind of person the young master was. He also knew that with Mr. Feng's temper, he would definitely not save him after knowing the whole story.

Mr. Feng's face was as dark as water, "Will you let me go?"

The elder of the Qian family had the cultivation of the foundation-building period, but he felt a little guilty when being looked at by Mr. Feng, who was at the ninth level of Qi Refining. He hesitated again and again, and still quietly withdrew.

Mr. Feng shook his sleeves and walked out of the Qian family. Seeing this, several alchemists also took the opportunity to say goodbye. The remaining few who couldn't afford to offend the Qian family had to bite the bullet and stay.

A disciple of the Qian family said to the Qian family elder: "Elder, why don't you stop Mr. Feng..."

The Qian family elder glared at him and said angrily: "How can I stop him? My father's life was saved by the old man back then, how can I have the face to stop him? He didn't scold me, he was already giving me face!"