Chapter 347 Cultivation Regression

   Chaos's brain was instantly clear, and Mr. Lu felt more comfortable than ever before, and even his memory was much better. Some details that he ignored or even forgotten were also remembered at this moment.

   "Tea, it's tea."

  Si Niannian held down the old man Lu who wanted to get up, and continued to give him acupuncture.

   "What tea?"

   Mr. Lu sighed, "I thought she forgave me, but I didn't expect..."

   "That's right, she really should hate me."

  Si Niannian's needle has been applied to his lower abdomen, and he looked up at him.

   "Grandpa Lu, I don't know who you are talking about, but this person should not only want your life."

   Mr. Lu stopped thinking wildly. He couldn't move his head, so he could only roll his eyes and look at Si Niannian.

  Si Niannian pressed lightly on Mr. Lu's dantian.

"Well!"

   The severe pain made Mr. Lu couldn't help but make a sound.

   "How can this happen?" Mr. Lu looked puzzled, "Niannian, this is it?"

Si Niannian frowned, "Your dantian is damaged, this is the reason why your cultivation has never been able to rise, not only that, after the poison occurs, your cultivation will go backwards, Grandpa Lu, you just felt pain because... Because your Nascent Soul is degenerating."

   Mr. Lu's pupils shrank, and a rush of fire surged.

  Si Niannian quickly sealed his acupuncture point and inserted a needle into his chest.

   "Pfft!"

   Mr. Lu spit out a mouthful of blood, and the blood pooled in a pool on the ground, among which there were several thin bugs squirming.

  Si Niannian hurriedly took an elixir for Mr. Lu, and then placed a few more injections on his heart, until Mr. Lu's face gradually recovered and his breathing was well-proportioned.

   "I'm sorry, Grandpa Lu, just now I just wanted to stimulate you, to force Gu Lu out."

  Si Niannian took out a wooden jar from the space, put the blood worms on the ground in it, and quickly sealed it.

   "Then my Nascent Soul?"

  Si Niannian patted Mr. Lu's hand, "I will try my best to make you recover, Mr. Lu."

   Mr. Lu's heart trembled. In fact, the moment he was vomiting blood, he felt it himself, but he couldn't help but want to look forward to it.

   He has worked hard to reach the threshold of self-cultivation. He has worked hard for many years to cultivate, and he has paid so much for his cultivation. When anyone knows that his cultivation has suddenly regressed, he will not be able to accept it for a while.

   What's more, his cultivation level determines the glory and status of the Lu family.

   "Niannian, if you want me to recover, how sure are you?" Old Man Lu asked.

  Si Niannian thought for a while, "Fifty percent."

   This is her conservative estimate. In fact, it should be more than 50%, but she doesn't want to talk too much.

   Grandpa Lu nodded, "Five percent is fine, at least it's not hopeless, Nian Nian, Grandpa Lu wants to ask you one thing."

"You say."

   "You help Grandpa Lu to keep this matter a secret, and don't bring it up to anyone."

  Si Niannian nodded, "Of course, Grandpa Lu, don't worry."

After   acupuncture, it was a middle-aged man in his 40s who came to pick up Mr. Lu, but not Lu Changlin. Si Niannian didn't say much, only explained that he should take medicine on time.

   Then, Si Niannian came to the innermost room in the backyard.

   This is the pharmacy she arranged, and it is also her laboratory. Double formations are set up around it, so there is no worry about anyone trespassing or peeping.

  Si Niannian took out a blood worm, studied it repeatedly with several methods, and took out medical books to keep checking, but he couldn't finally conclude what kind of Gu it was.

   That's right, it's not poison, it's gu.

   If Si Niannian hadn't read the Danshen's Handbook, he probably wouldn't have been able to tell the difference.

   "It looks like I'm going to take it to ask the teacher."

   (end of this chapter)