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The night is like water, people are at the water's edge, stirring up layers of ripples, after people leave, the water surface becomes silent again, as if nothing happened.

Zhao Shitu touched his lips, and the remaining warmth on his lips had already dissipated.

He slumped back to the back of the chair, grabbed the wine bowl on the table instead, raised his neck, and drank the remaining wine at the bottom of the bowl.The strange thing is that the fine wine, which was still full of fragrance just now, has become as dull as white water at this time, and even has a bit of bitter astringency, which lingers on the tongue and lingers for a long time.

Of course, the wine is still the same wine, but the taste is much different because there is no one to drink it with.

Of course, the rivers and lakes are just the same rivers and lakes. If no one is with you, will it be very different?

This person put a heart in his hand, but avoided his footsteps far away. Of course, he didn't like this indifferent attitude, but he could forget it, but he couldn't forget it, so he could only let the bitter feeling go. The taste stays in the bottom of the throat, tossing and turning.This world is indeed very fair, the lives saved and the debts owed must of course be repaid.

Zhao Shitu cast his eyes far away, staring at the distant night in a daze, and suddenly heard footsteps approaching, and a figure appeared at the door.

His heart hangs up for a short while, then falls down again very quickly. The person who comes is wearing a green shirt, walking steadily and lightly, it is Yan Wuhua.

He raised his head and said: "Brother Yan seems to be able to drink well, but he is so sober."

Yan Wuhua had already come in front of him, and said with a light smile: "I'm not as eye-catching as Zhao Biaotou, I escaped a lot of drinking."

Zhao Shitu shrugged his shoulders mockingly, "Brother Yan made me laugh."

Yan Wuhua had already sat down beside him, played with the empty wine cup for a while, then put it down again: "By the way, I just saw Brother Shangguan wandering outside the door, seems to have something on his mind."

Zhao Shitu said: "Yes, he talked to me just now, and it can make him worry. Am I very good?"

Yan Wuhua smiled slightly and said, "Is Chief Zhao worried about his body?"

Zhao Shitu opened his sleepy eyes, put away his joking look, straightened up, and asked, "Brother Yan is well versed in medical skills, do you know his condition?"

Yan Wuhua said: "I can't say I know it, I just noticed it a little bit, do you remember when you were in the desert, you two came back injured?"

Zhao Shitu nodded: "Of course I remember."

Yan Wuhua continued: "At that time I checked his pulse. His pulse is indeed very different from that of ordinary people."

Zhao Shitu raised his eyebrows and said, "How different?"

Yan Wuhua said: "There are many reasons for pulse disorder, either external or internal, such as wind or wind heat, the pulse is superficial, this is the external cause, the pulse is weak and slow, This is the internal cause. No matter which one, there is a pattern to follow, but Brother Shangguan's pulse has no pattern to follow, if it is diagnosed with common sense, there are all kinds of diseases in his body, like walking on thin ice, he is always in danger."

Zhao Shitu's eyebrows twitched together: "It's so serious?"

Yan Wuhua nodded and said: "Yes, according to my inference, it is mostly related to the exercises he practiced."

Zhao Shitu was puzzled and said: "Since this Rakshasa technique is so dangerous, why do the disciples of the Yashamen want to take risks?"

Yan Wuhua sighed: "It's actually very simple. When the Yangguan Road is blocked, you can only take risks. People in the Central Plains practice martial arts with a lot of accumulation. It not only consumes time, but also relies on talent. I was weak when I was young. People who have suffered from serious diseases have cut off the way to practice martial arts since childhood. If it were you, would you be willing?"

Zhao Shitu was startled by the question, and seeing Yan Wuhua's serious expression, which seemed to point to something in his words, he immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, I forgot Brother Yan..."

Yan Wuhua waved his hand and said: "It's okay, I can live safely to this day, I am satisfied in my heart, I definitely can't be as strong and forbearing as Brother Shangguan." He was silent for a moment, and then said, "Barrier Zhao, I suddenly remembered , When I was practicing medicine in the Western Regions, I treated a patient whose symptoms were somewhat similar to Brother Shangguan's."

Zhao Shitu said with concern: "Oh? What kind of patient is it?"

Yan Wuhua said: "According to his companions, he also accidentally went astray when he was practicing some kind of strange technique. At that time, his pulse condition was also disordered, and his temper was violent and depressed, and he almost hurt me with a knife. Later, I mixed several medicinal herbs for clearing fire and detoxifying, and I managed to control his condition with a multi-pronged approach. After his symptoms faded, he didn't even remember the process of hurting people at all."

Zhao Shitu was really surprised for a while, but he quickly remembered what Shangguanqing said on the roof. He once accidentally killed his biological mother and was kicked out of the house by his father.

He hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "By the way, does Brother Yan know anything about Yuan's past? I've heard rumors that Mr. Yuan's previous wife also died of some kind of strange disease?"

Yan Wuhua was surprised and said: "I don't really know about it, after all, I have only been in Yuan's residence for a short time, and I have been traveling around, so I don't know much about the affairs of the residence."

Zhao Shitu waved his hand and said: "It's okay, I just asked casually, about the matter of Shangguan, I will think about it after I return to Dunhuang, can I borrow the prescription that brother Yan prescribed at that time?"

Yan Wuhua nodded and said: "Of course it is possible, but the patients I have admitted for treatment have only practiced Rakshasa Kungfu for less than half a month, and their knowledge is still inexperienced, and then they stopped practicing. Brother Shangguan's situation may not be that simple."

Zhao Shitu sighed: "If it doesn't work, I'll think of another way."

Yan Wuhua didn't answer right away, but turned her head to look at the expression of the person in front of her, and seeing his sad face, she sighed: "It seems that Chief Zhao is quite concerned about Brother Shangguan's affairs."

Zhao Shitu was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "He is my friend, if I disregard my friend's safety, what kind of love and righteousness are there?"

Yan Wuhua said: "I'm afraid sometimes love and righteousness can't be both. I'm worried that Brother Shangguan's illness may become a hidden danger in the future..."

Zhao Shitu stopped him and said, "Don't worry, I have a measure."

Yan Wuhua was also stunned for a moment, nodded and said: "Then I won't say more. It's getting late, let's rest early today. The Yuan family's motorcade should arrive tomorrow."

Zhao Shitu said: "That's right, Master Yuan must be looking forward to the safe arrival of Kunwu Sword, and I miss my small courtyard too."

After Yan Wuhua left, Zhao Shitu also supported the edge of the table and stood up. He had woken up seven or eight points from the alcohol, and his head was no longer in a daze. However, after waking up, his mind became more serious.He paced out the door.The aftermath of the banquet dissipated, and the night breeze cooled down a bit, but the full moon reflected on the river was still so cold and flawless, without any change.

The moon does not change for a long time, but people do not.

The inn where the bodyguard lived was not far from the painting boat. Looking up, the lights in the room were already on, presumably the residents had returned one after another.

At least tonight is still a good night, and people are still the people in front of them.

At the entrance of the inn, he saw Mingyuezhu, who was leaning on the railing alone, looking at the river in a daze, so he stepped forward and said, "Azhu, there is something, can you pay attention to it..."