Chapter 134

"Is that a bug?"

"Yes, four years ago, the ignorant uncle sent someone to the state of Jiang and told us everything. According to him, there was a strange insect named spirit swallowing insect in my body, and the reason why I was seriously ill all the time was that I was sucked by it."

"Well, didn't they say the solution?"

Yang Xuan frowned slightly. With his ability, he could barely feel the fluctuation, but since uncle Zhao Wuming's zongmen could find out the origin of the bug, it was obvious that there should be a way to deal with it.

As soon as his voice fell, Mrs. Zhao's mouth burst into a bitter smile.

"There is a way. The letter says that just use a seven grade or more spirit grass as bait, and the spirit swallowing insect will automatically leave my body."

"Qipin lingcao?"

Yang Xuan frowned slightly. He didn't know much about the grade of lingcao. He only knew that there were ten grades, but the division of each grade was not very clear.

Yang Dingshan said these things unintentionally before and didn't tell them in detail.

Mrs. Zhao nodded and continued: "I'm just a mortal, and I don't know how precious the seven spirit herbs are, but according to the letter, even the immortal gate where Uncle Wuming is located can't take them out, let alone that uncle Wuming is just an ordinary disciple in the immortal gate."

"If you say so, isn't that..."

"The immortal teacher thought well. Since then, my body and my husband gave up the idea of treating diseases. Even if they were found, my body was just a mortal, how could I afford it?"

Yang Xuan was silent.

From Mrs. Zhao's words, he can also realize the value of the seven spirit grass.

Using a mirror, we can find the abnormalities in her body. It can be seen that uncle Zhao Wuming's sect must be extraordinary. Otherwise, how can we give such gods.

However, how can they get things that can't even be taken out of the door by ordinary people.

Of course, it may be that the door was not willing to take it out, but no matter what kind, it completely cut off their hope.

Yang Xuan's face showed a clear color. He suddenly understood a lot.

No wonder Mrs. Zhao doesn't let Zhao Wuming invite a doctor to see this situation. Even the best doctor is useless. It's just a waste of money to ask more.

As Zhao Wuming said, a large number of medicinal materials are needed every day to maintain Mrs. Zhao's life. I'm afraid they are mostly tonic things to minimize the loss of essence and Qi.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling a little sad. He looked up at Mrs. Zhao, but found that she was also looking at himself at this time.

"Immortal master, I have an unkind request."

"Mrs. Zhao, but it doesn't hurt."

"Although my illness is incurable, Wuming and yu'er don't know about it. I beg the immortal master to keep it secret so that they won't lose hope like me."

Mrs. Zhao's eyes were filled with prayer.

When Yang Xuan saw it, his heart beat twice.

This is a prayer from a mother who knows she is going to die, in order not to put too much pressure and burden on young children.

He stared into Mrs. Zhao's eyes for a long time. He understood what she thought.

"If my mother were here, I would do the same."

Yang Xuan suddenly had an idea in his heart. He looked at Mrs. Zhao's pleading look and shook his mind.

He hesitated and immediately said, "Mrs. Zhao can rest assured that I will keep my mouth shut about this matter."

"I'm here... Cough, thank you, immortal master."

Mrs. Zhao said with gratitude. She coughed again, and her tone became weaker and weaker.

Yang Xuan looked at her and sighed. He was about to stand up and leave. Suddenly his heart moved.

When he was just halfway there, he suddenly stopped, sat back again, put his right hand on the storage bag, moved his mind, and several herbs suddenly appeared in his hand.

These are the spirit grasses he picked in the wasteland of Li. Although the little Panther always said that these were useless, the huge spiritual power fluctuation on them made him have an idea to try.

After all, even if he failed, he had nothing to lose.

"Since the so-called spirit swallowing insects need more than seven kinds of spirit grass to lure them, these plants may not be enough, but there must be more."

Yang Xuan thought again, and more than a dozen spirit grasses appeared on his hands again.

Since the quality is insufficient, it may be possible to make up for it with quantity. After all, Zhao Wuming's uncle just sent a letter and didn't come back in person. With the ability of ordinary people like the Zhao family, it is naturally impossible to get so many spiritual grass to try.

This was also an attempt by Yang Xuan. Mrs. Zhao's words made him feel. If he could, he wanted to save as much as possible.

"Unfortunately, if the little Panther's dream fairy Luo is still there, it must be possible. Now we can only try with these spirit grass."

There was some regret in his eyes.

Although I'm not familiar with the grade of lingcao, I think there should be seven grades with the supernatural power of mengxianluo and the baby appearance of the little panther, but it has really turned into a part of his body at this time.

He sighed in his heart, but his action was non-stop. A large handful of spirit grass was taken out of the storage bag and carefully held in his hand.

As soon as the spirit grass appeared, a huge and pure aura filled the whole room in the blink of an eye. The originally dark room was filled with colorful dense, like a fairyland.

Yang Xuan was surprised and hurriedly beat out the aura in his body and turned it into a light white film, sealing the whole room.

If such a huge aura is revealed outside, it will inevitably attract people to peep. Although qiansong city is full of mortals and poses no threat to him, it's better to be careful.

"Why are the fluctuations of these spirit grasses so strong? They are several times as strong as before picking."

After closing the house, he looked at the spirit grass in front of him.

At this time, his hands were already wrapped by seven colors of light, and the breath on the spirit grass was very strong. Unexpectedly, wisps of spirit fog formed in his hands. With just a casual breath, he felt that the pores of his body seemed to be opened, which was very comfortable, and even the consumed spirit had been supplemented.

This change is quite different from the time difference in the ancient land of Li. If he didn't remember the shape of these spiritual grasses, I'm afraid he would doubt whether they were the same batch.

While he was amazed, Mrs. Zhao suddenly gave a cry of pain.

Yang Xuan quickly cast his eyes on the past, and saw a red light spot suddenly appear on Mrs. Zhao's white clothes on her chest. Before he could see it clearly, the light spot suddenly rushed out and jumped at the spirit grass in his hand.