I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Chapter 305, eye disease

Yang Zhao was transferred to another location by Master Aoki, and she didn't see what happened after that, only the sound of fighting and the chaotic shouts of killing could be heard.

She was leaning against a big tree, her eyes were so sore that she couldn't open them with tears.

In a trance, she seemed to see a golden light rampaging in her eyes.

"Yang Zhao, what's wrong with your eyes?" Aoki's voice appeared in her ears.

Yang Zhao endured the pain: "Just now a female cultivator who is good at illusion blew up the idol on top of my head. It was like moving steel needles got into my eyes, and I couldn't open them because of the soreness and pain."

"It's troublesome to hear you say that. I don't know how to heal, so I can't heal you."

A gust of wind blew by, and Yang Zhao felt that there was someone more beside him.

"In this way, you should sit down and practice your exercises to restore your spiritual power, and see if your eyes feel better. I'm here to guard you."

"Then I will trouble Senior Aoki."

Yang Zhao sat down cross-legged, took out a calcined pulse pill from his arms, stuffed it into his mouth, and calmly transported the Sanqing Zhengyang Meridian.

The flames were burning fiercely in the meridians, and without the nourishment of the spiritual power, this practice was more painful than other times. In comparison, the soreness in the eyes was a bit unbearable.

The noisy voices from the outside gradually faded away, and only the fire remained in Yang Zhao's world.

When he finished his work, there was silence around him, only the sound of the wind blowing through the grass and trees, and there was not even the sound of small insects in the rest.

At this moment, Yang Zhao couldn't sit still anymore, she lay on the ground prostratedly, gasping for breath, letting the mud stain her sweaty face.

At this moment, she felt the greasy feeling all over her body clear, and the sticky things on her body disappeared in an instant.

"Who gave you the elixir, the medicinal power is so overbearing."

It was the voice of Master Aoki, and there was dissatisfaction in this voice.

"Isn't this messing around? You, a little cultivator in the foundation building period, endured the pain and practiced, aren't you afraid that your luck will go wrong?"

Yang Zhao tried to open his eyes, but his eyes were still golden.

"The younger generation is used to it. I am a heretic monk, so how can I not suffer a little bit?"

"Who taught you this, is there such a teacher?"

Aoki real person's words were mixed with anger, but his movements were very gentle.

He waved his hand, and a layer of fluffy grass grew on the ground under Yang Zhao's body. These grasses supported her with their immature body, preventing Yang Zhao from lying on the hard ground.

Then he brought a water polo, took out a pinch of tea from his pocket, threw it into the water polo and heated it slowly, a faint fragrance rose from the water polo.

The tea leaves spread out in the water polo, and the water polo gradually turned golden yellow. Master Aoki stopped heating and cooled the water polo slightly, and finally controlled the water polo to fly to Yang Zhao's mouth.

"Take a sip."

Smelling the scent, Yang Zhao took a sip of the warm tea, and the faint warm current slid down the esophagus into his stomach, injecting new vitality into his tired and dehydrated body.

The water polo is not big, so it can be finished in a few sips. Yang Zhao didn't even miss the tea in it, so he chewed it and swallowed it down.

Afterwards, Master Aoki stuffed a few fragrant worms into her mouth.

Yang Zhao ate all those who came, and Master Aoki felt relieved seeing that she still wanted to eat and drink.

"Hey, you can't act recklessly on the road of cultivation. You are like walking a tightrope. If you can't control your distraction during cultivation, you will fall to pieces. Why are you so anxious at such a young age?"

Waiting for the pain in his body to gradually dissipate, and the soreness in his eyes gradually revealed, Yang Zhao sat up supportively, turning his head in the direction of the voice.

"Thank you Senior Aoki for your care, this junior is very grateful."

"Hey, you think I'm nagging, don't you? You young people don't like to listen to us old people."

Master Aoki observed Yang Zhao's expression, looked at her dull eyes, and knew that her eyes were still not good.

"I won't talk much about you about cultivation, do your eyes still hurt?"

Yang Zhao nodded: "It hurts, and I can't see clearly, and the eyes are full of golden light."

And this golden light became more and more familiar to her, she always felt that it was like incense, but it was different from incense.

Of course, it is not for her to discuss this matter with Aoki Masato in detail.

"Then let's go, I asked Mr. Shunyuan to find a doctor to wait in a nearby city."

A force lifted Yang Zhao gently, and the two of them reached the top of a mountain with a breeze.

There was a flying boat docked here, Master Aoki took Yang Zhao in, and a young man saw the two of them come out to welcome them.

"Teacher, you are here, please come this way, we have reserved a separate cabin for you."

"Well, have I asked the doctor to invite me?"

"Okay, the doctor you invited is already waiting in the City Lord's Mansion, and when she arrives, he will treat her immediately."

"Okay, then let's go!"

The flying boat started, flew lightly into the air, and disappeared.

When they got to the place, Master Aoki got off the flying boat with Yang Zhao, who was blindfolded, a burst of noise poured into the eardrums, and a faint smell of fireworks filled his nose.

This should be when everyone is eating, and it seems that it is already evening.

Perhaps because of her blindness, her senses of smell and hearing are now extra sharp.

When they got off the boat, someone greeted them. The voice was a woman in armor.

"Senior Aoki has really worked hard. The city lord is still leading the army to hunt down the fugitives. He has no way to greet senior personally. It is really neglectful. If there is any place where the reception in the city lord's mansion is not good, please speak up."

Master Aoki's expression was gentle: "The city host is on official business, and there is no room for negligence. I don't know if that doctor will come."

"Just waiting in the guest room."

At this time, the student on the boat said goodbye to Aoki Masato.

"Teacher, I still have official duties, so I won't be with you."

Master Aoki waved his hand indifferently, "You go, you go, pay attention to safety and obey orders."

"Here!"

A small buzz sounded, and with the sound of the wind, the flying boat disappeared.

The woman in armor politely asked Master Aoki.

"Senior, let me take you to the guest room."

Yang Zhao couldn't see them all the way, but when she entered the house, she was keenly aware of how many people were still in the house.

Master Aoki exchanged greetings with the people in the room, and then placed Yang Zhao on the seat.

"This junior in my family was injured in the eye when he was chasing the suspect, and he asked Dr. Sun to heal him."

"Seniors are polite."

This voice sounds quite young, but the cultivation world does not determine age by appearance, nor is it possible to determine age by voice.

That Dr. Sun walked up to Yang Zhao, stretched out his hand to lift Yang Zhao's eyelids and inspected them carefully, and then began to ask Yang Zhao what his eyes felt like.

(End of this chapter)