Chapter 1747

In the wary eyes of a group of mortals and aborigines, Yang mace opened his hands to indicate that he was not threatened and walked slowly towards them.

"Maybe I can help them!"

Yang mace pointed to the two seriously injured people on the ground who were unconscious and put together with the dead.

After saying that, Yang mace was afraid that these Aboriginal mortals could not understand what he said, and repeatedly gestured with both hands to indicate what he had just said.

In fact, Yang mace can clearly convey his meaning to the mortals present with the idea of divine knowledge. However, just before he appeared, he suddenly felt the idea from Yang Junshan, which made him eliminate the idea of rescuing the mortal wounded by divine means.

"Who are you?"

A tall indigenous friar with a wooden spear, bare upper body and bronze skin walked out of the crowd and looked at Yang mace with a third of curiosity. In particular, he was wearing clothes that indigenous people had never seen.

Yang mace smiled, pointed to the two companions lying on the ground behind him and said, "they are dying!"

The tall Aboriginal obviously understood what Yang Junshan meant, turned aside and said in a deep voice, "they are soldiers!"

Yang mace walked past the man who looked like this group of Aboriginal leaders. Under the watchful eyes of a group of Aboriginal mortals, he came to the two unconscious Aboriginal soldiers and squatted down to check their injuries.

With Yang mace's cultivation strength, you want to cure several mortal aborigines. Isn't that easy?

The so-called "bringing the dead back to life", "the living dead, meat and bones" and other legends among mortals are really just a trail for immortals like Yang mace.

Although he could know the injuries of the two as long as he had a sweep of divine knowledge, Yang mace did not use the means of a cultivator, but really squatted on the ground, put his finger on one of them's wrists, and diagnosed the injuries in their internal organs in a purely mortal way.

Yang Junshan only knows a little about alchemy. As for medical skills and mortals, how can he get into his eyes?

But he thought that even his superficial alchemy was enough to become a peerless famous doctor among mortals.

Therefore, a group of mortal aborigines saw that after putting his finger on the wrist of one of his seriously injured companions for a moment, Yang mace pondered a little, looked up and looked around, got up, groped for a moment among the weeds on the forest ground in the inexplicable eyes of a group of aborigines, and pulled out several different grasses.

He handed some "grass" in his hand to the aboriginal leader, and then pointed to the aboriginal who had just been taken by him. Yang mace said, "cook it over fire and give it to him."

The leader looked at the "grass" in his hand, looked at Yang mace and said, "eat, grass?"

Yang mace's look was very plain: "if you want him to survive, do as I say."

A very common sentence, did not exert any magic influence, but the leader seemed to feel an invincible will.

The leader quickly turned and gave orders to his fellow clansmen. Soon someone collected firewood. After raising a pile of flame with the preserved fire, he put a stone cauldron on the flame.

When other Aborigines were boiling water and decocting medicine according to Yang mace's words under the command of the leader, Yang Junshan had done the same. He was taking a pulse for the second seriously injured person, and then walked around the surrounding woods again and picked several herbs back.

This time, without Yang mace saying more, the leader quickly raised the second fire and put the stone kettle full of water on it.

It has to be said that the new world of the new generation is everywhere where the essence is gathered. Yang Jian just stroll around in the woods and pick up all the herbs that are of excellent quality. He even found several strains of grass that could be used to assist the low level cultivation, but he was too lazy to pick them up.

While decocting medicine for the two seriously injured fellow clansmen, other indigenous mortals began to pack up the prey harvested from the hunt, while Yang mace went to the three aborigines with broken arms and legs.

Seeing that Yang mace was coming, the three people who were originally depressed suddenly looked a little excited, and their faces were full of hope.

"They can, OK?"

The leader's voice came from behind. It was obvious that he had been paying attention to Yang mace.

Yang mace nodded and said, "well, it will take some time to get better."

The leader was overjoyed at the speech and said, "please cure them, quickly!"

Yang mace nodded, then looked up at the surrounding branches. He was ready to make some splints first.

Similarly, Yang mace can be cured easily, but he still chose the mortal method, first put the broken bone in the right position, then fix it with a splint, and finally bind the splint with several rattan ropes.

At this time, the herbs in the stone cauldron had almost reached the fire, and the Aborigines were instructed to pour the soup into the bamboo tube they were trying to hold water, and then into the stomachs of the two seriously injured clansmen.

I don't know whether Yang mace is really good at medicine, or whether the herbal medicine of this new world is powerful, or whether these Aboriginal mortals have different physique. After drinking only one cup of tea, the two people who originally looked dying have gradually become a lot heavier in breathing, and their pale face looks much ruddy, Even these Aboriginal mortals probably understood that the two companions might have come back to life.

In the cheers of the natives, several people who seemed to be close to the two seriously injured people wanted to come forward to express something to Yang mace, but they were stopped by the leader halfway and shouted two words. Seeing that the people were cowardly and retreated, the leader turned to Yang mace and said, "Sage, save us, we, repay you!"

Is it a fair deal of pay and return?

This way also echoed the Buddha's wishes. Yang mace thought and said, "I'm a tourist. I've traveled a lot of places and want food and rest."

The leader understood, even a little happy, and quickly invited, "sage, come, tribe, sleep and food."

After that, the leader seemed to be impatient to turn around and yelled at a kind of ethnic companion. An Aboriginal immediately responded with excitement. Then he took his prey, collected melons and fruits, helped or carried the injured, sang rough and desolate songs loudly, and walked out of the woods. At the invitation of the leader, he specially let Yang mace walk in the middle of the team.

"What? Indigenous tribes?" Yang Ting rubbed his ears and said, "are there indigenous tribes in Fengtian world now? But it seems that there are few indigenous tribes. We haven't found any other indigenous tribes for so long."

Yang Junshan said: "of course, after all, Fengtian world is a newly formed plane world, and there can't be too many intelligent creatures in it."

"Do these aborigines know how to practice?" Yang Ting asked again.

Yang Junshan shook his head and said, "they should all be mortals, but..."

Yang Junshan paused. It seemed that he wanted to ask for some information through the induction with the external avatar, and then said, "but some mortals have some talents similar to monks. Well, maybe it's because they ate some natural materials and earth treasures."

Yang Ting said with a smile, "that's possible. The Fengtian world doesn't know how many Tiancai and earth treasures have been bred. It's not unusual for those aborigines to eat some heaven and earth spiritual treasures by mistake, which makes them give birth to any talents and powers."

"By the way, what do you think of this indigenous tribe discovered by Yang mace Taoist friend?"

Yang Ting suddenly felt that he had deliberately mentioned this matter. He should have some plans to implement. Otherwise, it was just a mortal tribe, and it was not worth the attention of a great Luo xianzun.

Yang Junshan smiled and said, "I'm going to let Yang mace Taoist friends stay in the tribe to educate those mortals and aborigines."

"Enlightenment?"

Yang Ting was stunned when he heard the speech, and then said with a smile: "how to educate and teach them how to cultivate? Is it difficult for me to still want to inherit and establish a sect in this Fengtian world? Well, it seems that it is not impossible. It seems that the founding fathers of several local big sects in Zhoutian world were all related to those great supernatural powers who competed for the Lord at the beginning of the opening of Zhoutian world."

Unexpectedly, Yang Junshan shook his head and said, "education is only for guidance, let them create their own civilization system, not let them ascend to the sky step by step, and even if it is only guidance, it will not be free."

Yang Ting said with a smile, "it's just a few mortals and aborigines. Why do you compare this?"

Yang Junshan shook his head and said, "we still want them to go their own way. We can guide and enlighten, or push the boat with the water, but it's best not to encourage the seedlings, and it's best to let nature take its course."

"Don't understand!" Yang Ting shook his head directly.

Yang Junshan didn't explain much. He got up and said, "let's go. We've stayed here long enough. It's time to leave."

Yang Ting asked, "where are we going? Are we going to find Yang mace, or continue to try our luck to find the trace of Miss Xiu?"

Yang Junshan shook his head and said, "we continue to find the space barrier and break it."

"In order to absorb the origin of heaven and earth? Should I hit the bottleneck of the whole Tao in one breath?" Yang Ting asked.

"No," Yang Junshan shook his head and said, "I suspect that it is precisely because of the existence of these spatial barriers that the induction between me and Xiuer will be isolated. If you want to find her trace as soon as possible, the best way is to dismantle all the spatial barriers used to divide Fengtian world..."

Speaking of this, Yang Junshan looked at the golden orchid seal in the palm of his hand, which was so light that only a shallow blood seal was left, and said, "time is running out."

Yang Ting said, "I should rest assured that we are not the only ones entering the Fengtian world, and the secret of the space barrier is not only found by us. It won't be long before the regional barrier of the whole Fengtian world will be broken."

As soon as his voice fell on him, it seemed to confirm what he said. An obscure spatial fluctuation came from the south, very much like the scene when the spatial barrier collapsed.

However, at this time, Yang Junshan sensed the passing breath hidden behind the spatial fluctuation through the golden orchid seal in the palm of his hand.