[Perak Nangong Mu] Threshold

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"King Zhonglie has already noticed the matter of the medicine man."

"Heart has a conclusion, but suffering has no proof."

"Yes, but he has sent people to investigate, and the layout of my teaching in the south of the Yangtze River has also been cleared. It doesn't look like Hu Zheng's handwriting."

"It's not him. You need to know Hu Zheng..."

The leader of Yiliu sneered slightly, and lit a lamp in the trance.

The warm light is shining brightly, and the shadows are chaotic.

People in the light and shadow are like ghosts and gods, their cold faces are frosty, and their lips are even more gorgeous.

"Regarding medicine as harmful to the nature and harming reason, taking medicine to cure illness is a peace of mind. To give up small favors and righteousness, it is really heart-wrenching to be 'loyal'!"

After the endless poison broke out, there was still hostility accumulating in the six internal organs, tearing the mind, and aware that the poison was affecting his mind, he silently recited the Zhu Sutra to suppress the restless inner breath, and after a moment of silence, he said coldly: "It is only because of the treatment of Mrs. Zhonglie at that time. It’s not enough for you to let Wat Zheng point it out at us, and only the doctor knows what the doctor does; the one who breaks the dark chess in the south of the Yangtze River will act decisively, and it is definitely not the presidency of Wat Zheng. Hmm...Who is there beside Hu Zheng who knows the principles of medicine?"

Healing his chronic diseases, first, he announced the entry of the black faction into the world, second, he explored the forces of the Central Plains, third, he used the name of the loyal king to provoke others, and the fourth was a little selfishness: healed evil diseases and knew strange poisons. "Chronic addiction".

It was inevitable that the Yiliu Hei faction would be blocked from entering the Central Plains, but it was unexpected that a capable person could guess that the Hei faction would ambushe it with a living body refining medicine and act resolutely. He was the one who rushed in.

Then, this person should be...

A healer who is proficient in Qihuang, a wise man who thinks deeply;

I have wandered around the south of the Yangtze River for several years, and have some experience in Gu poison;

The most important thing is to have the trust of Wat Zheng.

In a moment, the subordinates presented the names of the doctors who had made friends with King Zhonglie, and one of them stood out.

"Only - pharmacist Mu Shaoai."

The master of Yiliu has heard of this person's reputation for a long time.

There are thousands of doctors in Xinglin, but only one person can climb to the top of medicine.

If a person takes medicine, one more money is insured, and one more money is less effective than the medicine;

The ingenuity of his thinking is that he does not stick to the usual way, and the prescription seems clumsy and effective.Such a wonderful person, there is no other in the world, it is a pity to be an enemy.

It would be a pleasure if we could learn one or two.

It was a cool night and the rain was falling, and there was a sound of knocking on the eaves of the steps, which was very disturbing.The properties of the medicine for compulsory suppression should be in accordance with the rhythm of the sound of rain, strong and weak at times and not willing to take a break.He couldn't sleep at night, wearing only unlined clothes and a cloak in the rain all the way to the library.

The building is to the east of the house, [-] feet high, with two floors, and it was constructed by Yiliu leader himself.There are thousands of volumes of medical skills inside, and another room is set up to store rare and rare herbs. Except for the leader, few people come to it on weekdays.

Those who wake up evil have recently been worried about the situation of their close friends, and they have gone to foreign lands to seek remedies, but they don't come too often.

I recognize Pingsheng...

He looked across the rain.

The autumn rain is continuous, and the thick clouds are floating and sinking.

The fireflies are faint, separated by weak water.

Ten days ago, Ren Ping had cured twenty and seven strange poisons, and he was free to enter and leave the library.In Yiliu's view, those with talents are like swords, even if they are targeted by the sword, they don't want to see the curling blade of the treasure corroded.

Master Yiliu walked into the library covered in rain, and saw Pingsheng who was reading papers by the window.

This man has the ability to be calm and relaxed wherever he is. He occupied the magpie's nest and installed a reclining chair inside, holding a scroll in one hand and a stove in the other. The ends of the eyes are full of the flamboyant amorous feelings raised in the debauchery.Intuitive pupils, the alluring frivolity melts into crumbs one after another, blending into a pair of detached eyes that are not moved by the world, as if there is a hidden fairyland hidden in them, only a sense of leisure.

This expression that was so contradictory that it should not exist in the world made his heart twitch, and he felt that it should not be broken, so he stood in the same place as if in peace.

When Pingsheng heard the sound, he raised his eyes, with a smile in his eyes, tiredness in the smile, killing in the tiredness, coldness in the killing, and then he put on the charming face that a human and devil should have: "The leader stays up late at night, because something disturbed him." heart?"

Master Yiliu caught a glimpse of the unhanging Zhanfengduo by the window, the bell tongue was gray and strange in shape: "What about you? Tired of visiting the library, come to change Fengshui on a sudden whim?" Pingsheng has a long-standing habit. Yao Shizhe slowly searched through the layout of the library row by row, so he made this statement.

Pingsheng Yiran shook the chair: "Come to ask for the method of piercing the bone to make a bell. It is rumored that the people of the beast tribe are proud, so you have to try how hard it is."

Master Yiliu: "Can I take a look at it?"

"Please, Hierarch."

Nowadays Zhanfengduo is not a rare thing, the bells and tongues are mostly made of bamboo and wood, and the embroidered households of Zhumen may take pieces of broken jade and hang them under the eaves with silk ropes.

The master of Yiliu held this object and rubbed it. The bell tongue was ground from half of the phalanx.The shape is the same as the original shape of the phalanx, but it is slightly thinned along the outer contour, but the workmanship is really exquisite.

Even if it's a monster who has this leisure time;

With skillful hands and amazing skills, what he carves is bone.

"Good interest, good craftsmanship, good temptation. As long as this bone does not belong to any member of the black sect, Ye Ping will have a place to live in Xi Miao, so don't worry about it." Yiliu leader hooked Xuansi and lifted it to the master. When he pulled it back, Pingsheng clasped his hand with two fingers. When he touched the other's skin, he felt extremely cool, and when he moved another half an inch, he felt wet and warm. It was blood.

He suddenly had murderous intentions, and he was curious about the reason for Ping's behavior, so he would take the pulse if he made it or not.

"Just now when I was doing Zhanfengduo, I cut my hand, and I wronged the leader and it smelled of blood. Your pulse is very special, counting and strong, it should be that the yang energy is more positive, but—"

Under the cold and snake-like gaze, Ping Pingsheng re-spoken leisurely, but what he said was nothing more than provocative: "The medicine taken by the leader should have the effect of strengthening the body, but it is filled on the outside and empty on the inside, like cooking oil on fire. , but the gain outweighs the loss. No wonder the leader tossed and turned and was drenched in the rain to entertain himself."

"Recognize Pingsheng!"

Yiliu Sect took the initiative to kill, and his heart burst into flames, but he still had a sliver of reason in addition to his rage, and he slashed a few inches away with one blow.Recognizing Ping's body did not move, she remained calm as before, letting the weathered blade in the palm of her ear pierce the rain curtain.The raindrops outside the window were originally white practice, but when the energy was cut, it broke from it, and it was more than ten feet long. The silver beads fell together, and there was a muffled rumble.

A thought flashed in the minds of both of them at the same time.

Master Yiliu: "You deliberately provoked me."

Ren Pingsheng wiped the rainwater splashed into the window: "Violating someone's life gate without permission is a big taboo for warriors. Violating the taboo will arouse anger, and it's good to let the anger out. Blocking is worse than sparing. The leader is not ignorant of this reason, but he owes a reason to vent. You will feel distressed if you hurt your subordinates, so I, a foreigner, have to try my best to get ahead."

The leader of Yiliu played with taste: "If there is a difference of one centimeter, there will be no demons. The person who is not worth the loss can also be you."

"What are humans and demons? In order to achieve their goals, other people's lives are regarded as like clouds, and their own lives are treated like duckweed. Songzhen is considered dead, because he is afraid of death; humans and demons are not considered dead, because every day may be his death date." Ren Pingsheng hung Zhan Fengduo up again, "The leader's anger has been relieved, and it's time to settle another matter." (1)

...Is it a demon?

The leader of Yiliu calmly said, "It's just a trivial matter. You will know it tomorrow, so let's stop here today. If you go any further, you will really cross the line."

"Thank you." Zeng Pingsheng blinked knowingly, and continued to push forward, "Is it overstepping the limit to put the rocking chair here? If you are tired of reading papers, you can sneak in for a while. After taking a nap, you can dive into the sea of ​​books. It will get twice the result with half the effort and make you feel comfortable."

"It doesn't count." The leader of Yiliu picked out a scroll of different herbs from the Central Plains and sat down a few steps away from him.Seeing that he was sitting upright without showing any signs of fatigue, Zhuo Pingsheng admired the beauty's posture, and leaned back as usual.

At the end of the night, the sound of the rain gradually stopped, and the morning light was faint, embellishing the sky with hazy colors.Recognized Pingsheng Yinshi went back to the house, the house was about a hundred steps away from the study building, paved with bluestone slabs, but he took a long detour, and his wooden shoes were stained with wet mud, making it difficult to walk easily.

He has been in Ximiao for three months.

In the past three months, Zhuo Pingsheng has demonstrated his unrivaled achievements in medicine and poisoning, and has been honored as the honored guest.Master Yiliu likes this way, the two of them have contacts from time to time, and how much their thoughts agree with each other, this is also the bargaining chip for him to dare to test today.

And if he wanted to know about Yiliu's educational affairs, his calculations against the Central Plains, and the proof of living medicine refining, Pingsheng had to climb from an outside "guest" to the inside of Yiliu to gain authority.One of the key links is to gain the appreciation and trust of the Lord of Yiliu.

It's not hard to gain appreciation.At least when it comes to the way of medicine and poison, both of them don't stick to ancient formulas and established theories, and they still feel like-minded.

Gaining trust is not.

He walked in the rain reviewing today's confrontation.

Using the phalanx as the bell tongue, one is to recognize Pingsheng's generous gift to Yiliu, implying that he intends to participate in Yiliu's educational affairs, secondly, to make the skin of the devil more tightly covered, and thirdly, to test the bottom line of the master of Yiliu.The other party sees through all three levels, but avoids the most obvious first level. For this reason, he has to take a risk, and then find out how far this tyrant can allow him to be presumptuous.

Recognizing Pingsheng needs trust, but it cannot be the trust of the king to the minister;

Recognition of Pingsheng needs to be smart, but it must be so smart that it can be retracted freely and without malice;

It is recognized that Pingsheng needs a city, but it cannot be a city that covers up all the unfathomable.

Only in this way can Zhipingsheng be used by Yiliu, and not limited by Yiliu.

Fortunately, nothing went wrong, just wait another day...

Pingsheng can afford to wait.

Most of the injuries on his body have healed, only the deepest wound on his heart has not healed.A few days ago, scabs formed, and after being soaked in rainwater, there was some swelling and pain. If it is not treated in time, it will definitely suppurate.

Zeng Pingsheng pushed open the door, wrapped up his wound and walked into the small courtyard.

The courtyard is gray and white, with finger bones.

A phalanx, a dead soul, a promise.

He recognizes Pingsheng as a human devil and doesn't care about his life.

But Mu Shaoai remembered Pingsheng's debt.

Unforgettable.

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(1) Songzhen: "Xijing Miscellaneous Notes Volume 73": An Ding Songzhen Yuantu Cao Yuanli, and Ming arithmetic, all became emperors.Zhenchang counted his life as 25 years old. He died on the 24th of the first month of the first year of Zhensuihe, and wrote on his wall to remember that he died on the [-]th.His wife said that when she saw the truth, it took a long time to calculate it, and she wanted to tell it, but she didn't dare to speak out because she was afraid of breaking the truth.The day after today's fruit.