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Sheng Gongzi already has two beauties as companions, how could he see such a crippled An Yi, not to mention that the master of Shiyue Tower is accompanied by a crippled man, who might be ridiculed by martial arts people. "An Yi disapproved, still smiling and said with ease.

Wei Shengni stared at An Yi. The man was blind and unable to walk, but he knew Wei Shengni's situation.

"Can I start?" An Yi asked.

"Okay." Wei Shengni retracted his gaze and focused on the chessboard.

For the next hour, the two concentrated on fighting against the chessboard. The waiter dictated each move of Wei Shengni to An Yi, and An Yi also dictated the countermeasures for the waiter to play chess on his behalf.

Wei Shengni couldn't help sighing, this man is really good at keeping the whole chessboard in his mind, although his eyes are blind, but his heart is clear, his gentle and gentle words sweep away his loneliness.

The two almost forgot the bitter smell of medicinal juice in the room, meditating quietly and playing chess.

"Young Master Weisheng is really powerful." The man actually laughed heartily.

Wei Shengni stopped the wheelchair, raised the man's chin, and said like a rascal, "Won't An Yi give me some reward?"

"Ahem..." Anyi turned his head away and coughed a few times, "What do you want, my lord?"

Wei Sheng smiled upside down, and pulled off the jade hairpin on An Yi's hair with his hand, the three thousand black hairs flowed out in an instant, and the fragrance of lotus flowers was faintly visible when the hair brushed his face.

"Young master, take it if you like it." An Yi said without hesitation.

Wei Shengni used the tip of the jade hairpin to lightly scratch the man's Runzhi's face, and said, "Who the hell are you?"

"Any."

Wei Shengni stood up straight, and pointedly said: "We will meet again."

"Cough cough cough... Destined... We will see you again." An Yi panted slightly, her slightly trembling body was pitiful.

Wei Shengni watched the wheelchair slowly disappearing outside the door, and suddenly felt uneasy, a few streaks of golden light flashed by his hand and then disappeared, he thought for a while and then flew away quickly.

Along the way, An Yi's eyes were still dull, and there was a treacherous smile on his bloody lips: "It's really interesting."

Inn.

It was getting dark, Wei Shengni and three people avoided the jade flute and gathered together in the room. In the room, Song Yanchu was writing on the edge of the book table, Wei Shengni and Miuyin were sitting on the side.

Wei Shengni put the hairpin on the table, and said solemnly: "The man's name is An Yi, and he asked me to play chess. This is his hairpin. Someone can check it, maybe there is a clue."

"That's all?" Mu Yin asked strangely, and picked up the hairpin to check.

"I don't know what his intention is now, but what should be done will always be done." Wei Shengni said indifferently.

"Can you know martial arts?" Mu Yin continued to ask.

"I can't feel the martial arts, maybe I'm hiding it, and I can't see, I can't move my legs." Wei Shengni said calmly.

"Okay." Song Yanchu said suddenly, and then took the piece of paper and sat next to Wei Shengni.

"Tired?" Wei Sheng took Song Yanchu's hand in reverse, rubbing it to soothe his muscles and bones.

"How come, this is the passage in <Nei Jing Ji Ji> about the predecessors this morning." Song Yanchu explained.

Miuyin and Wei Shengni were reading together, and after a while Wei Shengni was puzzled and said: "In this way, sitting in the blue sky, being in the cloud, touching a cloud, the fire swimming in the water, the ice congealing in the fire, and the ice lotus not melting." This sentence refers to a strange place."

"Does this place exist?" Muyin asked.

"This collection of Neijing is a medical book, and medical books cannot be falsified. The places mentioned above should exist." Song Yanchu said.

"It says that this strange land can keep a person's appearance unchanged, and can also keep a corpse from decaying forever." Wei Shengni looked at the paper again and said.

"If the saint really passed away, maybe someone kept her body there." Mu Yin guessed.

"I remember Master said that this place is a body of water." Song Yanchu said suddenly.

"How does Mr. Chen know?" Wei Sheng asked inversely.

"<The Collection of Internal Classics> was written by Master himself and left to Master." Song Yanchu said.

"What else does Old Chen know?" Wei Sheng asked.

"Master only said at the beginning that the place was a body of water, and he really wanted to find that place, but after five years of searching, there was still no result." Song Yanchu said.

"Elder Chen has searched all over Jingguo?" Mu Yin asked.

"Master only searched for the north side, but then he didn't know why he didn't continue."

For a while, the three fell into silence.

"Sitting in the blue sky, in the clouds... Could it be the top of the mountain?" Wei Shengni thought for a while.

Mu Yin was suddenly inspired, and said: "It's very possible, if it towers into the clouds, people will feel as if they are sitting on the top of the mountain, and they are in the clouds."

"Should we search for this towering mountain?" Wei Shengni said helplessly.

"There are very few high mountains in the south of the Yangtze River. To the west of Puzhou City, there is a 'Wufei Mountain', which really towers into the clouds." Song Yanchu recalled.

"Bumin Mountain is also towering." Wei Sheng rebelled.

"Well, let's go to Wufei Mountain tomorrow. I'm afraid it will be difficult to get close to Bumin Mountain." Mu Yin decided, and then got up and left.

"Master, do you want to stay tonight? Three people can squeeze in this bed." Wei Shengni suddenly smirked.

"Ridiculous." Muyin sternly said with a dark face, and then walked away angrily.

"Going back and talking nonsense." Song Yanchu shook his head and said helplessly.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and a familiar voice came from outside the door: "Is Doctor Song there?"

Wei Shengni grabbed Song Yanchu who was about to speak, and said, "Who?"

"Young Master Weisheng?" The voice was a little surprised.

Wei Shengni suddenly remembered that the voice was the boy next to An Yi today, and his heart sank, what should come will always come, and now he can only see what tricks An Yi has.

"Yanchu, go to Miuyin's room immediately after I leave, don't go anywhere." Wei Shengni said to Song Yanchu seriously.What he is afraid of is to divert the tiger away from the mountain.

Feeling that the situation seemed tense, Song Yanchu anxiously shook Wei Shengni's hand and said, "Where is Suhui going?"

"Looks like it's An Yi today, Yan Chu doesn't have to worry, it seems that An Yi hasn't thought about doing anything to me yet." Wei Sheng patted Song Yan Chu's head to comfort him.

"But, the person outside the door is looking for me." Song Yanchu frowned.

"Young Master Weisheng?" The voice outside the door urged.

"Yanchu just needs to protect himself well." Weisheng kissed Song Yanchu and walked out.

After a while, Song Yanchu heard Wei Shengni's words and came to the next door to Mu Yin's room, and told Mu Yin about it, and Mu Yin clasped his hands and stood quietly by the window.

"Sleep on my bed when Yanchu is tired." Mu Yin looked at Song Yanchu with a tired face.

"No, I want to wait back." Song Yanchu shook his head and said.

Miu Yin didn't say anything, the two of them tacitly shared their hearts with the same person.

***

Having said that, after Wei Shengni opened the door, he carried the boy away to the empty street.

"Say." Wei Shengni said in a cold tone.

"I... my young master's condition has deteriorated, and I heard that Dr. Song is here... so I came to look for him..." Na Shuer said tremblingly.

"Take me there." Wei Shengni sneered, fearing that the person An Yi was looking for was not Yan Chu but Wei Shengni.

"Yes yes yes..." Shu'er said hastily, and then walked ahead to lead the way.

The two came to another inn, Shu'er took Wei Shengni upstairs to a room, and said: "Please stay here later, Master, Shu'er prepares for the master." door in.

"Surgery?"

"My lord..." Shu'er was about to step forward when Wei Shengni tapped his acupuncture points and fell unconscious on the ground.

Wei Shengni stepped directly around the screen and stood in front of An Yi. The person in front of him was soaking sickly in hot water, his eyes were slightly closed, and his thin body trembled slightly.

"Who?" An Yi felt that it was not Shu'er, and his tone was a little panicked and angry.

"An Yi should be able to recognize me."

"Mr. Weisheng, please go out first... Go out... Cough cough... Shu'er... Shu'er..." An Yi touched the clothes on the side and wrapped it around his body, groping for the edge of the tub to get out, but his legs were weak, Struggling in the water, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"I went out, who brought you out?" Wei Shengni chuckled, reached out to pick up the fluffy person from the water, the wet clothes were tightly attached to the skin, and the chest was open.

An Yi's face turned pale, and he struggled in fright, his anger was as thin as a thread: "Mr. Weisheng, please let Shu'er in...cough cough cough..."

"Shu'er was lazy and went to bed." Wei Shengni said leisurely and put An Yi on the bed.

"Cough cough cough... don't bother Mr. Wei Sheng." An Yi said eagerly.

"Could it be that An Yi is a virgin?" Wei Shengni said meaningfully.

When An Yi heard the words, she immediately became angry from embarrassment, and clear tears fell down, which aroused pity and could not bear to be hurt.

"Don't touch me...cough cough cough..."

Wei Shengni looked at An Yi silently. This man could be an important clue. Thinking of this, he secretly checked his legs, and most of the meridians of his legs were broken.

"Don't you take medicine when you're sick?" Wei Shengni raised his eyebrows.

"That medicine...cough cough...the medicine doesn't work." As he spoke, An Yi groped for the quilt to cover his naked body.

"How about I give you acupuncture?" Wei Shengni took out a row of silver needles, which he took out from Song Yanchu's medicine box before he came out, and lifted An Yi's quilt as he spoke.

He probed for An Yi's pulse, and he was really terminally ill. The cold wind invaded his lungs, and he took the opportunity to check An Yi's internal energy. What surprised him was that An Yi really had no internal energy...but internal energy can be hidden very deeply.

After reading this, Wei Sheng thought about it suspiciously, and did not come back to his senses until he heard An Yi's heavy coughing.

An Yi groped around the bed, and asked feebly, "Young Master Weisheng?"

"Hmm." Wei Shengni pushed An Yi back on the bed, and took out the silver needles for acupuncture.

Half an hour later, Weisheng reversed the needle and saw that An Yi's face recovered slightly, and he closed his eyes as if he was in a deep sleep. He sneered for a while and left the room