This seat is a villain

Qin Liushuang lived in the Hall of the King of Medicine on Mount Jialou.The Hall of the King of Medicine is not far from the Liuxiang Palace. This place was originally the residence of Lin Jinhuan's ancestors, a great doctor of medicine and poison.Since there are many lost medical classics and rare elixirs that have long been extinct in the Hall of the Medicine King, whenever Qin Liushuang comes to Jialou Mountain, she will stay in the Hall of the Medicine King most of the time.

Knowing that Lin Jinhuan was going to the Palace of Medicine King, Yanqing sent someone to inform him early in the morning.When Lin Jinhuan arrived, there was already a child waiting outside the gate.

When Lin Jinhuan entered the door, Qin Liushuang was immersed in making medicine, and what was being ground in the medicine bowl was strange, both in color and smell.

"It's really a rare visitor." Qin Liushuang said to Lin Jinhuan distractedly: "I can't make a move at the moment, the sect master please do it yourself."

As he spoke, he threw a few more herbs into the medicine bowl, keeping the pestle in his hand.

"It doesn't matter." Lin Jinhuan and Qin Liushuang have a friendship as a free clinic, and they have had many contacts over the years, so he knows Qin Liushuang's nature very well.

Lin Jinhuan didn't bother Qin Liushuang any more, and sat down on the armchair beside him calmly, and flipped through the medical books spread out on the table.

After a while, the sound of pounding medicine stopped, Qin Liushuang washed her hands and came to sit down beside Lin Jinhuan, taking his pulse.

"How?" The book in Lin Jinhuan's hand turned another page.

"No problem for the time being." Qin Liushuang moved her hand away from Lin Jinhuan's wrist, and said, "But you know the characteristics of the Siheyin, the calmer it is in the early stage, the more dangerous it will be in the future."

Hearing this, Lin Jinhuan raised his eyes from the book and asked, "Is Siheyin really incomprehensible?"

"Hmm. This matter is very tricky." Qin Liushuang pondered for a moment, then said, "I don't have a clue yet."

"This matter will trouble you again." Lin Jinhuan believed in Qin Liushuang's ability.He changed the subject and continued: "But I came here this time to ask for something else."

Qin Liushuang was startled when she heard the words, and instinctively told him that what Lin Jinhuan was going to say next was extraordinary.

Lin Jinhuan explained his plan to Qin Liushuang in a few words, and watched the eyes of Guzhu Qin, who is famous for his elegance, rounded.

After Lin Jinhuan finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing and said, "What's your expression?"

It took a long time for Qin Liushuang to come back to his senses. He said in amazement, "Let's not talk about whether your plan is a fantasy... As far as the matter you entrusted to me is extremely dangerous, it is almost impossible."

Lin Jinhuan didn't think his thoughts were shocking, but seeing Qin Liushuang's reaction, he couldn't help asking curiously, "How sure are you?"

Qin Liushuang truthfully said, "Less than ten percent."

Lin Jinhuan said optimistically: "It's okay, a little possibility is always good."

Qin Liushuang did not agree with Lin Jinhuan's thoughts, he said to Lin Jinhuan solemnly: "This matter is a matter of life and death, I advise you to consider it carefully."

Lin Jinhuan put down the book in his hand and said seriously: "This is imperative."

Qin Liushuang has known Lin Jinhuan for many years, so she understands Lin Jinhuan's temper.Qin Liushuang has always been a mature and prudent character, after the initial shock, he has gradually calmed down.

Qin Liushuang sighed, and said, "I can't persuade you about what you decide. I can only do my best."

**

The roar of thunder and lightning came from a distance, and a heavy rain was brewing in the dark clouds in the sky.The official road outside Mengjiang Town was deserted, only two black horses galloped regardless of the bad weather.

The oncoming wind was extremely humid, and Jing Fan's nose was filled with the peculiar smell of mud.He drove his horse to Xue Yao's side, and said, "My lord, the heavy rain is coming, why don't you stay in Mengjiang Town for a while today."

Xue Yao looked up at the dark clouds that were overwhelming, and said, "This thunderstorm comes and goes quickly, so it's not a big deal."

While speaking, bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, and soon large and small puddles gathered on the ground.Xue Yao tightened the reins, turned around and asked Jing Fan beside him, "Is Jing Lan coming?"

Jing Fan wiped the raindrops off his face, and replied truthfully: "He has left Erythronia, and will join us in Santai Township in five days."

"Why does it take five more days?" Xue Yao's expression became serious all of a sudden: "Jing Lan had set off from Little Chang'an Temple when he sent the letter two days ago."

Jing Fan's eyes flickered a little, he scratched his head, and said falteringly: "Maybe I encountered some trouble on the road."

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and the rain gradually became heavier.Xue Yao stopped talking and continued to walk away in the rain.

Five days passed in the blink of an eye, and Xue Yao and Jing Lan arrived in Sanhe Township early after they left Guanzhao'an.More than half of the January appointment with Lin Jinhuan has passed, and Xue Yao visited several hidden powers along the way, but found almost nothing.

The two waited for a day in a small tea shed outside Sanhe Township, and did not see Jing Lan until the sun went down.Seeing Xue Yao's uneasy expression, Jing Fan stood aside and dared not speak out.

Xue Yao leaned against the tree and looked at the sunset at the end of the official road. He didn't say until it was completely dark, "Wait for Jing Lan one more night." Then he turned and looked at Jing Fan: "If we can't wait for him tomorrow, we will wait for him." Keep going south."

Jing Fan clasped his fists in his hands and respectfully replied, "Yes!"

Fortunately, Jing Lan arrived before dawn the next day. He quickly got off his horse and came to Xue Yao, presenting a sandalwood box to Xue Yao.

Xue Yao looked down at the box, but didn't take it, but asked, "Is the trip going well?"

"Yes." Jing Lan knelt down, raised the wooden box above her head with both hands, and said in a deep voice, "Jing Lan is late, please punish me, sir."

"Remember this punishment first, and go back to your sect master to settle it." Xue Yao took the wooden box in Jing Lan's hand, weighed it casually, and ordered: "We set off immediately."

The place Xue Yao was going this time was not elsewhere, but Anji Village outside Sanhe Town. The three of them had already been here not long ago.

As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the village, Xue Yao took the lead and dismounted, and the three of them walked into the village with ease.

Anji Village is not big, and the whole village is full of no more than [-] households.Perhaps because it is not far from the official road, it is not unusual for the villagers to see outsiders visiting, and they are busy with their farm work.

Xue Yao saw Fu Beitang in a rice field.Fu Beitang is old, his black hair is completely white, he is wearing a coarse cloth skirt that is full of patches, and at the moment he is hunched over and cutting rice in the paddy field.

"You guys wait here." Xue Yao turned around and gave Jing Lan the rein in his hand, and rolled up his sleeves and quickly went down to the field, leaving Jing Lan and Jing Fan looking at each other at the edge of the field.

Fu Beitang looked old and senile, but he was proficient in doing farm work, and the sickle in his hand danced majesticly.Xue Yao came to the old man, took the bundles of rice in his hand, leaned down and said loudly into Fu Beitang's ear, "Senior Fu, I'm back again."

Fu Beitang was terrified by Xue Yao's sudden voice. When he turned around and saw Xue Yao, he was so angry that he swung his sickle as if to hit him.

Xue Yao instinctively dodged back, deftly avoiding the old man's blow.Fu Beitang's center of gravity was unstable for a moment, and the sickle in his hand fell straight into the mud.

Seeing this, Xue Yao quickly put the rice in his hand aside, and supported the crumbling old man.

"It's you bastard again!"

After Fu Beitang stood firm, he slapped Xue Yao's hand away unceremoniously, like a defeated rooster.The old man glared at Xue Yao, and scolded angrily: "What are you doing back? Asking for a beating?"

"Don't rush to fight." Xue Yao's smile remained unchanged, and he took the sandalwood box out of his pocket slowly, and opened it in front of Fu Beitang: "Look what this is?"

A string of Buddhist beads lay quietly in the wooden box. The beads were coated with oily paste, and the overall color was dark red. They looked quite old.

The old man calmed down the moment he saw the Buddha beads, he looked at Xue Yao suspiciously, and said, "It's really that kid from the Wei family who asked you to come?"

Xue Yao said: "The little monk's personal belongings are all here, how can there be any fakes?"

"How can such a precious child like you have such a worthless friend like you?" Fu Beitang bent down to pick up the scythe on the ground and put it in the basket, and said to Xue Yao solemnly: "You can do whatever you want." I come."

Xue Yao didn't comment on the old man's "Huaizhen Baosu", picked up the bamboo basket on the side with one hand, and went ashore with Fu Beitang.

Life in the mountains is quiet and leisurely, and before noon every household smokes from the kitchen.Xue Yao and Fu Beitang walked in front side by side, and Jing Lan and Jing Fan followed closely behind.

Jing Lan carried a basket full of yellow mud on his back, and Jing Fan carried an old hen caught at the entrance of the village in one hand. At this moment, the two personal disciples of the cult's great protectors did not show any signs of harming the Quartet.

Jing Fan was disturbed by the flopping old hen in his hands, he glanced at the two people walking in front, and asked Jing Lan next to him in a low voice: "This is really the one who paid for one of the seven sages back then." Beitang?"

"It's true, if it weren't for this, you don't have to be obsessed with asking him to do it, or even order me to fetch Wei Ziyao's token." Jing Lan looked ahead and said softly: "It is said that the old man died 30 years ago. Hope to see you here."

Jing Fan was still puzzled: "Then what does he have to do with Shanzhen? Why did his attitude change so much when he saw the string of Buddhist beads?"

You must know that Fu Beitang has a weird temper, and he doesn't take hard things. When Xue Yao and his party visited him for the first time, they almost fought him.

Jing Lan said: "I don't know, probably there is some origin."