Everyone stared at Yuehuajiu and looked carefully, and suddenly one person cursed: "You Lingshan disciples are so vicious! My senior brother was bitten like this. We worked so hard to find Yuehuajiu, but you hid it. What's the point? Isn't this intention to kill my senior brother?" The voice was rude, and Han Yiming didn't have to look back, so he knew it was the irritable Song Chuqun. He was furious all the time, and he really didn't have to take him too much. Han Yiming didn't look back, but just said to Xie Zimin: "Senior Brother, do you think this is available?" Xie Zimin also took Yuehuajiu's small claws in his hand, took it over, gently stroked the white feathers on its body, looked from head to claw, and nodded and said, "Well, it can be used."

The two of them were not at all Song Chuqun. After Song Chuqun cursed, his fellow disciples whispered to stop him. Xie Zimin said, "Junior Brother Fang, when you spread your skin and flesh, you drank my antidote soup. The poison of this blue and white little Canglong has not been exhausted. So, which junior brother will take the Yuehuajiu and smoke it out of tears for a while. The junior brother will drink two more bowls of bitter medicine, so that it will be better to recover soon." A disciple of the Taoist Pingbo had already surrounded him and said, "I'll go."

Xie Zimin said, "Be careful, Yuehuajiu has only two tears. If you kill it, you can't shed tears, but you can't detoxify it. Look, this is for you, use this smoke." He took out a two-inch-long incense from his arms, handed it to the disciple who took Yuehuajiu, and said, "Be careful when fumigating, aim it at the fumigation under its mouth. Don't kill it, I have other uses!" The disciple held Yuehuajiu in his hand and listened carefully to his explanation. Yuehuajiu's feet were held by someone, and his long pointed mouth pecked at the disciple's hands. The disciple ended the pain and did not dare to let go. After Xie Zimin finished the explanation, he hurried out to do as he did.

Here, Xie Zimin looked at Senior Brother Fang's injured leg again, walked to the table next to him, sat down, took the paper and pen, wrote a few lines and said, "Junior Brother Fang is suffering this time." He said to Han Yiming, "Junior Brother Fang, go outside to find a medicine shop and buy these medicines back." Before Han Yiming could speak, Senior Brother Fang's fellow disciples reached out to take the prescription and went out to do as they did. Xie Zimin sat down to Senior Brother Fang's bed, stretched out two fingers, and dipped it gently on the flesh that he spread out, and looked at the blood at the fingers carefully. Senior Brother Fang's cheeks were already deep and his face turned yellow. Xie Zimin's fingers fell on his flesh. The muscles on his face were twitching twice, which was extremely painful, and he endured it with all his strength.

Soon, the disciple who bought the medicine came back and took a small bag of medicine in. Xie Zimin said, "Decoct medicine with well water, and take it when two bowls of water are boiled into one bowl." So two more disciples ran out to do so. Xie Zimin just stared at the bloody flesh on the bed. Seeing that there were many people in the room, Han Yiming was leaving the door, and suddenly heard Xie Zimin say, "Please help me with two junior brothers."

Now Han Yiming no longer stepped forward. There are many senior brother Fang's fellow disciples here, so there is no need to go forward to help, just watch coldly. Sure enough, someone responded and said, "What are you asking?" Xie Zimin said, "I'll both junior brothers, go and catch two rats for me." What is this? Han Yiming and Shen Ruofu looked at each other, but didn't say anything, but listened to Xie Zimin's instructions. The two disciples were stunned, and one of them said, "Catch the rats?"

Xie Zimin said, "Yes, the fatter and bigger the better. When catching, you must see whether it has a tail. I want it to have a tail. If the tail is broken, there is no need to catch it." The two disciples went out again. At this time, the disciple of Xun Yuehuajiu walked into the room with a small plate in one hand and Yuehuajiujiu with the other. Yuehuajiu curled into a ball in his hand, and his eyes were completely invisible. He saw two clusters of sharp thorns growing on both sides of his small head. The disciple's eyes were red, and he was also fumigated. He handed Yuehuajiu and Qiandian to Xie Zimin and said, "That's all." Xie Zimin took the Qiandian, put it on his footsteps by the bed, took Yuehuajiujiu, gently stroked its feathers, and suddenly grabbed its right hand on its eyelids.

It would be fine if he didn't pull it, but he reached out and pulled it. Yuehuajiu suddenly lit up, like a ball of white light, and then the silver light shot out like a rain, all of which pierced on Xie Zimin! Han Yiming and Chen Ruofu hurriedly rushed up and asked, "Senior Brother, are you okay?" Xie Zimin and the disciple named Qian beside him were covered with Yuehuajiu's feathers. Xie Zimin said, "It's okay. It's still small, and the feathers transformed from this feather are not good. If this is a big Yuehuajiu, we will be tying into an arrow pig." The Yuehuajiu in his left hand had stripped all his feathers, and his whole body was bare and had no feathers, which was very ugly. Han Yiming and Chen Ruofu quickly brushed off the feathers that pierced on him.

Xie Zimin raised his right hand, and there were several sharp and hard thorns on the middle finger of his right index finger. He handed Yuehuajiu to Han Yiming, took off the long thorns, wiped the tips clean, and placed them one by one in the shallow disc. After a while, two people walked into the door. They were holding the tails of two fat mice in their hands. The two fat mice struggled in their hands and screamed. Han Yiming took a closer look and found that they were indeed full of long tails. Xie Zimin nodded, stretched out his hand to compare the length of the rat's tail, and said, "It's more difficult for two junior brothers. I need twelve mice in total. I want to live. Please catch them like this." The two of them looked a little angry, but after a moment they suppressed them, handed the rat in their hands to the brothers around them, and turned and went out again. Xie Zimin said, "Would you bother who is going to make a pot of wine for me?"

Another disciple of Taoist Pingbo said, "I'll go!" Xie Zimin said, "If you want a pot of sorghum wine, remember, and you need the strongest one." He turned to Han Yiming and said, "Junior brother, go and burn a pot of boiling water for me, and take the stove outside the house to wait." Han Yiming was about to move, but Qian Ruohua next to him said, "Don't bother Junior Brother Han, Junior Brother Song, go and burn it!" He smiled at Han Yiming and said, "You have already worked for Senior Brother Xie, how can you bother Junior Brother Han again?"

Han Yiming was just saying that he was not troubled, but he felt something was wrong in his heart. Chen Ruofu said, "I will go with Senior Brother Song to cook. Senior Brother Xie, do you want to drink tea? I will cook a pot of tea for you!" Qian Ruohua smiled and said, "Junior Brother Chen is really careful! Senior Brother Xie has not yet eaten a sip of tea, and the tea is cold. Just ask Senior Brother Chen to cook a cup of good tea for Senior Brother Xie, and Senior Brother Xie will also moisten his throat."

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