The bright moon sits on the ground

By the time Nie Qiu returned to Wangshan Inn, it was already dawn.

Xiao Xueyang woke up early and was packing up the bottles and jars in the medicine box. Seeing him come back, he greeted him.

After a while, I thought of another thing, "By the way, Brother Nie, isn't it difficult to book a room at the Wangshan Inn? I saw the noise at the bottom yesterday evening, so I went over to take a look out of curiosity. You Guess what?"

"what happened?"

"There was a guest who was cursing. He quarreled with them down there. The owner of the Wangshan Inn kept apologizing to him. He sent a lot of things out and vacated a room before letting the guest go. Angry." Xiao Xueyang rubbed his nose, "I don't know who is so ostentatious,? They forced the Wangshan Inn to vacate a room at the expense of offending the guests. Do you think this is interesting, Nie... …elder brother?"

While talking, she saw Nie Qiu's expression was a little strange.

"I probably know him."

Xiao Xueyang stopped packing the medicine box, and asked curiously, "Who is it?"

Is the leader of the Demon Cult, Fang Qisheng.

"I'll talk to you about it when I get back."

Nie Qiu tidied up his things a bit, carefully put away the hot letter in his arms, and went out.

He and Xiao Xueyang live on the fourth floor. There are six floors in total in Wangshan Inn, and the higher up the wing rooms are, the more luxurious they are. The upper room that Xiao Xueyang said is naturally on the top floor—the one looking at the mountains from the window Time, look up and see everything at a glance.

Wangshan Inn is the most prestigious inn in the imperial city, and the decoration inside the inn is quite different from the ordinary ones.

When stepping on the wooden stairs, the stairs will not make any movement, which suppresses the sound very well.

There is an incense burner at the end of the corridor, with green smoke curling up, exuding a fresh and light aroma. It is cold and cool, and when you continue to smell it, you feel like you are in a summer orchard, with a ripe melon and fruit aroma in your nose.

Nie Qiu climbed up the stairs, but in just a few breaths, he reached the sixth floor.

As soon as he took the last step and stepped onto the sixth floor, Nie Qiu saw the person guarding the door.

He was neatly dressed in red, with a light golden girdle, which clearly portrayed the young man's thin and powerful waist.However, what is more eye-catching is not the golden whip wrapped around his waist, but the mask that covers half of his face.

Title Ring Leopard, Huang Sheng.

The former is his more widely known name.

It is conceivable that the craftsman holds carving knives of different shapes and slowly pushes them with his palm. The blade cuts through the metal, leaving complex patterns on the surface.His leopard-shaped pure gold mask has such dense but not messy lines, forming a fierce beast like Taotie Yazi.There are two brass rings hanging from the cheeks, and there are exquisitely crafted clasps on the temples, and the mask will fall off automatically when the latch is released.

The pair of eyes behind the mask moved slightly and looked over obliquely.

If there was light coming in, his eyes would glow with fine golden light, like a cheetah waiting for an opportunity.

Huang Sheng would only wear this mask when acting as the "Leopard with the Ring" of the Demon Cult.

"Huang Sheng, where's Fang Qisheng?" Nie Qiu asked.

Hearing this, Huang Sheng tilted his head, and the copper ring rang softly with his movements, "It's inside."

After he finished speaking, he took two steps to the side, without any superfluous expression on his face.

"However, I'm afraid it's not convenient for him to see people now."

Nie Qiu reached out and pushed the door open.

The sweet melon and fruit aroma faded in an instant, replaced by a bitter medicinal smell and a pungent bloody smell.

The curtains were tied on both sides, so Nie Qiu could clearly see the person lying on the bed as soon as he entered the door.

It happened that the doctor was about to go out with a water basin dyed red, Nie Qiu turned sideways and passed him.

Fang Qisheng probably fell asleep, without saying a word, his muscular chest heaved up and down, and his breathing was low and inaudible.

Nie Qiu stood by the bed, leaned over and took a closer look.

The scars on the body have basically scabbed over, large and small, deep and shallow, with sword wounds, and scratches and tooth marks of beasts. Also feel shocking.

On the table was a short knife, stained with blood, and the fresh knife wound on Fang Qisheng's arm was caused by this.The doctor was not changing Fang Qisheng's dressing, but bleeding him.

As for why, Nie Qiu didn't know.

The bloody water in the basin was dark in color, and there was something wrong at first sight.

Perhaps for poisoning?

But Fang Qisheng once said that he is resistant to poison, no matter how strong the poison is, it will disappear after two days.

Nie Qiu found a clean towel from the side, and wiped the sweat that kept rolling down Fang Qisheng's face.

Just as he was about to close his hand, his wrist was tightly clasped.

Fang Qisheng opened his eyes. Although his complexion was not good, his eyes were still clear. He stared at the visitor for a while, let go of his hands, lay back on the bed, exhaled slowly, and called: "Nie Qiu ?”

Nie Qiu responded, and quietly moved his wrist with five finger marks.

Fang Qi didn't show any mercy when he moved his hands just now, obviously he recognized him as the person who wanted to kill him.

He obviously had a lot to say to Fang Qisheng these days, but at this moment he was full of thoughts and didn't know where to start.

"Are you badly hurt?"

Fang Qisheng's lips moved, and when he was about to say something, the doctor came back.

He strode over with a basin of clean water, put the basin on the ground, rolled up his sleeves and wrung the wet towel in the basin.

"The injury is not serious." Fang Qisheng explained.

"It must have been in a coma for five days at Baihumen," said the doctor.

Perhaps no matter which school of doctors they are in, they have such a temper, and they can't help but scold them when they don't want others to spoil them.

Fang Qisheng ignored him, and continued: "The main reason is that the old disease relapsed, and all the poison in the blood became violent overnight. At first, it was barely maintaining a balance, but now it is scrambling to destroy my body."

When he said this, he coughed twice, "No one in the Devil's Cult can cure me. It was the deputy head of the Suzaku Sect. Ten years later, he would have died. As for Ji Wanghe, I don't expect He can heal. What's more, he only cares about killing people, not healing them, so if I go to the door at this time, it's tantamount to seeking my own death."

The doctor waved Fang Qisheng to stop talking, so that he could lie down and recharge his batteries.

"Now all the people with excellent medical skills in the whole world are in this imperial city. We had to travel thousands of miles from Baihumen to get here, but those people have gone to treat the emperor's old son in the palace. The guards in the palace are strictly guarded. I can't even catch a person." Langzhong rubbed the center of his brows, and it was obvious that Fang Qisheng's body was lost, "The poison in the leader's body is too heavy, I had no choice but to choose bloodletting, and then add a few more to him. The blood-enriching prescription managed to survive the past few days and arrived in the imperial city. As a result, I couldn't even find a doctor with a slight reputation. If this continues, I'm afraid..."

I'm afraid it's hopeless.

Nie Qiu's fingers holding the towel gradually tightened.

Even so, Fang Qisheng did not show any strange emotions, except for being weaker, his expression remained the same as usual.

"Go and get my sword." He listened for a while, then said suddenly.

Langzhong's hands were wet with water at this time, and when he was about to get up, Nie Qiu pressed his shoulders and pressed him back.

Nie Qiu put down the towel in his hand, walked a few steps to the corner, and reached for the sword case.

The sword case was slightly shorter than Nie Qiu's scabbard, and was three and a half feet long. It was the same black color as the clothes Fang Qisheng often wore, except that the lower end was engraved with a pattern of beasts painted with gold lacquer, which was similar to that of Huang Sheng. The mask pattern on the face is similar.There are four swords inside, Jingming, Chilian, Canfeng, and Zhaxue, which symbolize the cycle of the four seasons and the beginning of one yuan.

After he took it, Fang Qisheng motioned him to put the sword box on the bed.

So Nie Qiu put his knees against the edge of the bed, passed Fang Qisheng with his arms, and put the sword box inside.

Fang Qisheng looked at his expression and found it funny: "Are you worried about me?"

Nie Qiu withdrew his hand and touched his cheek, not knowing what his expression was, "Do you have any?"

"It's all written on your face."

The doctor came over with a wrung towel, and sighed, "Master, not only Guardian Nie, but the entire Demon Cult is worried about you. You have to take care of yourself. Don't force yourself to talk. Rest for a while."

Fang Qisheng stroked the sword box by his side, but didn't speak, it was a tacit agreement.

In fact, it is not always true to say that there is no way to recover.

Both Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng are well aware that the ability to give birth to ghosts can be planted from all things.

But his illness is a chronic illness, which comes from the blood. If it is transferred to someone else, I don't know what the consequences will be.

The moment the blood is drained, will it become a mummy, and if there is a slight mistake, it will be lost forever.

What's more, Fang Qisheng didn't have the ability to see a living ghost with his own eyes, so he naturally didn't dare to take the risk.

The doctor went to wipe and bandage the wound. Nie Qiu sat on the head of the bed, and he could see Fang Qisheng's trembling eyelashes when he lowered his eyes.

As soon as I learned that Fang Qi came out of Baihumen alive, I felt relaxed, and saw him like this again.

Nie Qiu brushed his temple hair behind his ears casually, and lowered his eyes to look at the person on the bed.

Fang Qisheng probably also suffered from pain. Sweat kept slipping from his forehead into his neck, and finally stained a trace on the bed sheet.

He sighed slightly in his heart, rolled up his sleeves, and curled his knuckles to hold the drop of crystal clear sweat.

Sensing Nie Qiu's movement, Fang Qisheng's eyes were filled with surprise, and he subconsciously squinted his eyes, but he didn't avoid it.

In the room, there was only the small sound of gauze rolling, and the breathing of three people.

It was eerily quiet.

The doctor was concentrating on bandaging the wound, but he couldn't help but think about it. He always felt that the two of them wanted to say something...

In the end, he didn't even open his mouth, so what's the matter with being coy?

He was wondering when he heard a strange noise outside the door.

Immediately came Huang Sheng's voice, fierce and cold: "Who are you?"

The golden whip was thrown out, and it was like a roaring tiger and a dragon roaring through the air, and a familiar scream came from the end of the sound.

Nie Qiu woke up all of a sudden, and quickly withdrew his hand from Fang Qisheng's cheek like an electric shock.

"Huang Sheng, stop!"

He stood up and pushed the door open, moving quickly, lest the two people outside the door lead to an irreversible tragedy.

But Huang Sheng moved faster.

When Nie Qiu opened the door, he saw Huang Sheng's golden whip wrapped around Xiao Xueyang's waist, and pulled her over.

Xiao Xueyang was dizzy and moved his fingers subconsciously.

Nie Qiu quickly grabbed her wrist and lifted it up to prevent any snakes and scorpions from falling out of it.

"Nie, brother Nie?" Xiao Xueyang was also taken aback, and quickly put back the things in his sleeves, "I'm so dizzy, I want to vomit..."

After receiving the cue from Nie Qiu's eyes, Huang Sheng gave a "tsk" and had no choice but to withdraw the golden whip.

"Didn't you enter the mountain, why are you here?"

Nie Qiu let go of his hand, waiting for Xiao Xueyang to recover.

Xiao Xueyang pressed his temple and pointed to the doctor inside, "Ask him, he asked me to come!"

Lang Zhong stretched out his hand and put down the curtain to cover Fang Qisheng on the bed.

He came over and explained to everyone helplessly.

It turned out that when he just went to change the water, he happened to meet Xiao Xueyang who was carrying a medicine box and was about to go out.

Xiao Xueyang didn't notice him at first, but he smelled the blood, turned his head to look at the basin in the doctor's hand, and said a few words casually: "Chuanxinsan, flower in the stone, kill in a hundred steps... this man There is still a lot of poison in the body."

The doctor realized that the little girl in front of him smelled the poison with her nose alone, so he straightened up and looked at the medicine box on her shoulder, "Do you know medicine?"

"A little understanding, a little understanding." Xiao Xueyang became humble instead.

"Then tell me, do you think this person can be saved?" the doctor asked.

Xiao Xueyang was surprised, "Is this person still alive?"

She was surprised, but also somewhat complacent, and felt that now was a good time to flex her muscles.

"I have to look at the specific situation, and I dare not jump to conclusions yet."

Lang Zhongxin thought, anyway, the leader already looks like that, and this little girl still looks a bit genuine, why don't you ask her to come over and take a look, a dead horse is treated like a living horse doctor—even if she wants to do something wrong , and I am watching by the side, I know what medicine she uses, so don't worry too much.

So the doctor talked about it, Xiao Xueyang listened, and said that she would come up later.

That's it.

Xiao Xueyang didn't expect that the person she wanted to heal was the one Nie Qiu wanted to see.

The two looked at each other for a while, and finally Fang Qisheng let her in.

Xiao Xueyang lifted the curtain, put his hand on Fang Qisheng's wrist, and looked at the new injury on his arm.

Without any hesitation or prevarication on purpose, she just shook her head, expressing that she couldn't help it.

"There are wounds on the body, stubborn diseases in the body, and poison in the blood, I advise you to—"

She subconsciously wanted to say it as usual, but she swallowed the words after seeing Nie Qiu's expression inadvertently.

Could it be that this person in front of him is very important to Brother Nie?

Xiao Xueyang withdrew his hand, and weighed the medicine box on his shoulder melancholy.

Everyone had already guessed what she was going to say, and they were not too disappointed.

After all, even the doctor dedicated to the leader of the Demon Cult didn't know how to treat him, and it was normal for Xiao Xueyang not to know.

Thinking of this, the doctor scratched his hair a little irritably, "Sure enough, only that wonderful hand rejuvenation can cure it."

Before Nie Qiu could figure out who the "wonderful hand rejuvenating" he was talking about was, he saw Xiao Xueyang straighten up.

"He can cure it?" There was genuine doubt in her tone.

"That's a genius doctor with both good and evil ways, recognized even by the imperial court. Is there anything he can't cure?" Hearing her tone, the doctor felt inexplicably annoyed, and involuntarily became strict, "Oh, it's a pity that he is now in the palace, serving By the emperor's side."

"I know that—are you sure he can be cured?"

"If he can't be cured, it's really hopeless!" Lang Zhong said angrily.

Xiao Xueyang was hoarse, lowered his head and thought for a while, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Brother Nie, is he your friend?" She nodded to Fang Qisheng who was lying on the bed, and asked.

Facing the eyes of Langzhong, Huang Sheng, and Fang Qisheng, Nie Qiu somehow felt a little hot on his face, so he nodded bravely.

Xiao Xueyang took a deep breath, and said in a firm tone, "Since he is Brother Nie's friend, he is also my friend."

"This disease, I took it." She said.

The doctor felt a headache and said strangely: "Didn't you say it can't be cured?"

Xiao Xueyang had already walked to the door at this time, and when he heard this, he turned around with a strange expression on his face.

"Didn't you say that my father can definitely cure it?"

Nie Qiu suddenly remembered.

With a wonderful hand rejuvenating, a poison doctor who cultivates both, kills with one hand and saves others with the other, the world-recognized genius doctor with a bad temper, Xiao Wuyin.

The author has something to say: The group of four officially met~