Turns Out I’m A Big Cultivator

Luoxian City is like a city in a peaceful world. All people live and work in peace and contentment without worrying about the harassment of war. Unlike the Xia Dynasty, the palace was built in the center of the city, and the streets were patrolled by guards. In one corner of the city, there was also a military camp.

However, the Xia Dynasty at this time was obviously not very good. From a high altitude, we could see that many people were fleeing the Xia Dynasty with their families. The city was crowded with people, and it seemed a little chaotic.

The six Li Nianfan landed in an inconspicuous place in the Xia Dynasty, with Zhou Yunwu leading the team, naturally unimpeded.

Walking in the long street, and looking up, you can see the restless faces, many people are kept behind closed doors, and there are occasional crying.

"Go!"

Facing each other, two guards walked quickly with a middle-aged man, and the people around were disgusted, afraid to avoid it.

Li Nianfan took a look and immediately noticed the red mark on the middle-aged man's neck.

The red mark is very big, it is the kind of blood red, and it gives people a shocking feeling at a glance.

Li Nianfan's heart had a slight bottom, and this symptom was indeed a plague.

However, all plagues are basically spread by animals. In ancient times, sanitary conditions were not good, there was a lot of game, and people did not pay attention to disinfection. There are naturally many viruses, so plagues are not uncommon.

Judging from this symptom, it should be caused by mosquito bites. In the world of immortality, there are many kinds of animals. Although Li Nianfan does not know the specific reasons, most plagues can actually be carried by human antibodies as long as they are properly treated.

Li Nianfan has already conceived a formula in his mind. As long as he is nourished with herbs, his body can be maintained at a healthy level to fight the virus. As time goes by, the human body can carry the plague over.

In the ancient times of the previous life, there were various prescriptions for resisting the plague. This is the world of cultivating immortals. There are many kinds of herbs, and the medicinal properties are only strong or not weak compared to the previous life. The quality of the human body is also higher. There is too much difficulty.

Zhou Yunwu said: "Sir, this is the method that Junliang came up with. The most terrifying part of the plague is its spread. Therefore, as long as the infected person is separated from the crowd, the spread will be controlled."

"I can think of a method of isolation, it's pretty good." Li Nianfan nodded and shook his head again: "But it's still too simple to think about. Do you know that the section of road this person passed by has already left the virus, if it is If it is not disinfected, it will still cause infection, and the two soldiers who don't even wear gloves will also be infected."

Virus?

disinfect?

Everyone had doubts and question marks on their faces.

Can't help but look at each other, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, and their hearts became more balanced.

I didn't understand it.

It's not that I'm too stupid, but that what an expert said is too profound.

Li Nianfan shook his head, nothing more, this is a dimensionality reduction blow, so I won't say much.

After walking forward for a while, everyone stopped suddenly, but saw an old man chasing two soldiers, "Stop, you let go of my son!"

A man was also struggling while being framed by two soldiers.

The two soldiers became a little impatient, and pushed the old man to the ground, and said coldly: "If you obstruct the worker, kill you without mercy!"

As soon as he raised his leg, he was hugged by the old man, "You are not allowed to go, you are not allowed to go!"

The soldier was about to kick the old man away, but he heard a stern shout—

"Stop it!" Zhou Yunwu walked quickly and lifted the old man up.

The two soldiers were taken aback at the same time, and they quickly said respectfully: "Prince."

Zhou Yunwu's face was low and said: "When the street is arrogant, have you forgotten the military method?!"

The soldier grieved: "Prince, this person has a plague, and we also want to isolate him from the crowd as soon as possible."

Zhou Yunwu frowned slightly, "Then you can't use force!"

"Prince, Lord Prince!" The old man was suddenly excited. "We are the only three of us left in our house. If Aniu leaves, only me and a four-year-old grandson are left. How can we live? A Niu can't go!"

At the time of Zhou Yunwu’s distress, Li Nianfan slowly said: "Old man, have you ever thought about the consequences of leaving your son behind? Not only you, but even your grandchildren will be infected with the plague and will not survive. How long. He stays here to harm others, and if he leaves, he is a hero!"

The old man opened his mouth and was speechless.

The man spoke, "Father, let me go."

The old man looked desperate, and said hoarsely: "Who doesn't know here. Once you leave, you won't be able to come back. It will be burnt to ashes!"

Li Nianfan said: "Old man, don't worry, I guarantee that not only will your son be safe, but the plague will also be cured."

The old man looked at Li Nianfan expectantly, with excitement, and trembled: "Are you a fairy?"

Not only him, but the crowd around who were originally onlookers also showed expectations, and some people even poked their heads out of the house.

"No." Li Nianfan shook his head, "I'm just a mortal, but I can save it!"

The excitement on the old man's face disappeared without a trace, and he said in despair, "You lie! How can a mortal save my son?"

The people around also shook their heads and sighed with disappointment.

Li Nianfan furrowed his brows, as if he was blocked by something in his heart, and felt a little uncomfortable.

When Yao Mengji saw Li Nianfan's face, his heart suddenly bulged, he pondered for a moment, pinched a magic trick in his hand, and pointed at the man slightly.

Suddenly, Spirit Power poured into the man's body, and the red mark on his neck quickly faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The fairy, it's a fairy!"

Everyone was stunned, their faces suddenly showed enthusiasm, and they knelt on their knees, kowtowing and begging, and piously said: "Please save us, please save us!"

At this moment, a group of mortals in black came over and said loudly: "Wrong! He is not a fairy!"

His voice is pertinent, confident, and his tone is fanatical, with a convincing magic power, "It is clearly the apostle sent by Lord Demon God!"

"Look at this old man, skinny as bones, with a look of insufficient yang energy leaking out. Isn't it possible that the immortal is like this? So, he is the apostle of Lord Demon God, Lord Demon God is here to save us!"

He knelt on his knees, and the group of people behind him also knelt down and said loudly: "Worship the devil, believe in the devil, and gain eternal life, and ask the devil for blessing!"

The crowd of onlookers immediately changed their slogan, and the enthusiasm in their tone became stronger, "Blessing Lord Demon God!"

Yao Mengji's face suddenly turned black, and the corners of his mouth twitched constantly, already burning with anger.

If it weren't for the last trace of reason, he really wanted to burn the group of people with a torch.

Li Nianfan looked in his eyes and couldn't help but shook his head, somewhat sad.

Too humble!

This group of mortals can believe in immortals or demon gods, but... they just don't trust mortals.

Because they are in the realm of cultivating immortals, they ignore the value and ability of their own existence.

Those who dared to be unwilling to be weaker than immortals as mortals, he met two in total, one was Zhou Yunwu, and the other was Meng Junliang.

He took a deep breath, and suddenly faced Zhou Yun Martial Dao: "Prince Zhou, maybe you are right, mortals... really should make a change!"

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