C16 Liao Mingzhong's Medicine

Liao Mingzhong, who was like a king of mountains, ordered the other inner sect disciples to work in peace in the medicinal field. After that, he brought Ye Zhifa and Xia Wu back to the plaza that was filled with buildings.

Even among the many houses here, the one Liao Mingzhong lived in was quite unique. There was a small room on the left and right side of the small room that was emitting the fragrance of medicinal herbs and surging heatwaves. It was likely that this was the place used to make medicine and forge weapons.

Liao Mingzhong did not stand on ceremony and directly led Ye Zhifa and Xia Wu into his own room.

His room was originally quite spacious, but there was a pile of herbs on the east side and a lot of ores on the west side. Adding up all these miscellaneous things, there were actually very few places to stay.

"You guys stand there first, wait for this old man to look for you."

Following that, Liao Mingzhong rummaged through the boxes and cabinets in the room, and from time to time, he would stand up and pat his head, trying to recall where exactly he had placed the things.

He was big to begin with, so when he moved, it was even more incredible. Dust filled the room, forcing Ye Zhifa and Xia Wu to retreat to the door.

"Senior Brother Ye, please forgive us. Elder Liao will forget where the things are. Let's stand here and wait for him. Oh right, do you want me to tell you the story of the mystical peak?"

Ye Zhifa shook his head hurriedly to show that he could just stand there and wait. There was no need to listen to the story. He could not help but wail in his heart, "Heavens! All the weirdos of the Zhehua Sword Palace live on the mystical peak?!"

When Xia Wu tried to introduce the seniors of the mystical peak to Ye Zhifa for the third time, Liao Mingzhong finally found something. He walked out of the hut with a smile on his face.

Liao Mingzhong first threw a fist-sized gray cloth bag to Ye Zhifa and asked, "I didn't expect it to be under the bed. How careless. Little devil, you said before that other than this bag, what else did the drunkard ask you to come and get?"

This cloth bag was not big and it was not light. Ye Zhifa was momentarily careless and almost caused the cloth bag to fall to the ground. He hurriedly increased the strength in his hand before grabbing it.

After grabbing the cloth bag tightly, Ye Zhifa replied, "Martial Uncle Liao, my master also asked my disciple to come and ask for a Essence Cultivating Pill."

"Essence Cultivating Pill, huh? Where did I put it?" Liao Mingzhong patted his head, as if he didn't remember the position of the Essence Cultivating Pill.

After thinking for a while, he still did not remember the position of the Essence Cultivating Pill. Instead, he thought of another matter.

"Little brat, when this old man finds the Essence Cultivating Pill, I don't know when it will be. It can be considered tiring for you to come over from the Falling Goose Peak. Why don't you drink a cup first and wait slowly?"

After saying that, Liao Mingzhong took out a crystal cup containing a purple liquid from somewhere and handed it to Ye Zhifa.

The liquid in the cup was made of some unknown material. It was an unhealthy blue-purple color. It was turbid and sticky. From time to time, a bubble would rise up and explode on the surface of the liquid.

Seeing this cup of liquid, Du Lin's instructions before he left jumped into Ye Zhifa's heart.

"Never drink anything Liao Mingzhong gives you!"

Master, this disciple believes that you really care about me! The drink Martial Uncle Liao gave looked really poisonous!

Ye Zhifa, who still wanted to live for a few more years, immediately rejected Liao Mingzhong's invitation. He expressed that his stomach was still full and that he really could not drink such a cup.

Liao Mingzhong had also expected this. He regretfully put away the cup and said with a sigh, "Why is this little devil as dishonest as a little drunkard?"

Since the advice to drink failed, Liao Mingzhong turned around to look for something. However, before he entered the room, he called Xia Wu over and whispered a few words into his ear in a low voice.

Ye Zhifa only saw Xia Wu's happy expression as he listened. He could not hear what they were talking about.

After Liao Mingzhong entered the house, Xia Wu invited Ye Zhifa to sit in his room for a while.

"Senior Brother Ye, Elder Liao said that the Yuan Cultivating Pill hasn't been used for a long time. He might need to look for it for a long time. He asked us to wait in my room. He will come when he finds it."

Xia Wu said it sincerely, so Ye Zhifa couldn't refuse, so he followed him.

There were many houses on the mystical peak, but only the elders or true disciples of the mountain could renovate the houses. An inner circle disciple like Xia Wu, who was temporarily staying in the mystical peak, could only stay in a house with the same style.

Although the room was the same as the others, Xia Wu was very clean and bright. After he invited Ye Zhifa to sit down, he took out a cup of tea and told him what had happened.

"Senior Brother Ye, are you frightened by Elder Liao's medicinal drink?"

Thinking about how he almost drank that purple thing, Ye Zhifa couldn't help but feel a little scared.

"That's right. Martial Uncle Liao's cup looks really deadly. What exactly is it?"

"It's nothing much even if you put it bluntly. It's just a medicinal drink that Elder Liao himself refined using strange herbs. It's just that Elder Liao usually only cares about its effects, but he doesn't care about its appearance at all. If he really drinks it, it won't be that scary."

Even though Xia Wu looked back to make up for a lot, Ye Zhifa still lacked interest in the so-called medicinal drink. He raised the cup of tea and took a sip before saying, "Forget it. I'd better drink some tea with peace of mind. Martial Uncle Liao's medicinal drink..."

Ye Zhifa was only halfway through his sentence when he realized that the taste of the tea he drank just now was not right. At the same time, the extreme taste that contained sourness, sweetness, spiciness, and salt exploded in his throat, suppressing every word that he wanted to say.

This extreme taste not only filled his throat and esophagus, it even spread to his entire body. Before Ye Zhifa was knocked out by this taste, he could only see Xia Wu's apologetic expression and words.

"Senior Brother Ye, Elder Liao asked me to do this. You can't blame me for this."

After that, Ye Zhifa had a strange dream. In the dream, there seemed to be countless monsters pouncing towards him. He could only hold his sword by himself and fight against the endless monsters.

When the last beast tide drowned him, endless fear followed. Ye Zhifa finally woke up and woke up in a familiar place - Cloud Immortal Palace.

"Know the law. Didn't I tell you not to drink or drink? Why did you still drink in the end?"

When Ye Zhifa woke up, the person standing next to him was really Du Lin. However, there was no concern on his face. Instead, it was full of schadenfreude.

Ye Zhifa shook his head helplessly when he heard what Du Lin said. He sighed. He said Master, Martial Uncle Liao looks rough, but he has a lot of thoughts. He joined hands with junior disciple Xia to set up a trap for this disciple. This disciple can't guard against it."

"You, Martial Uncle Liao, have a lot of ideas other than not being able to find anything. Since you drank it, how do you feel? "

Ye Zhifa calmed his heart and felt it for a while, but he found that he seemed to be more sensitive to the things around him. The same color and smell, but at this moment, it was more vivid than when he left the Palace in the morning.

"Martial Uncle Liao's medicinal drink really has some use. Disciple feels that his perception seems to have improved a little. Thinking about it this way, if I have the chance, I should seize a few cups of medicinal drinks from Martial Uncle Liao."

His words were just a joke, but he did not expect Du Lin to reveal an embarrassed expression. "This kid is unteachable. Don't drag me down with you if you die."

Before Ye Zhifa could understand why his master had such an expression, a large hand suddenly slapped his back.

"Little brat, that's a deal! You have to come to the mystical peak often in the future! I'll definitely prepare the best medicinal drink for you! "

Mountain King, when did you also follow to the Cloud Immortal Palace?!