Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Yuan Qinghang was shocked, his hands trembled, and he almost knocked over the medicine bottle in his hand.

Rolling up the boy's sleeves, a few faint black lines on his arms meandered and retrograde, extending to the vicinity of the shoulder blades, and he was about to open his teeth and claws and run towards his heart.

He flicked his fingers quickly, and pointed to several large acupoints on the boy's limbs.

Toxicity is on its way, and blood flow to the heart must first be cut off in the extremities.

Li Qinghong leaned over curiously: "Brother Young Master, what are you doing?"

"Go and take care of those people, according to Aunt Hong's teaching, and treat the symptoms accordingly." Yuan Qinghang's forehead was a little sweaty, "I'll save him first."

Li Qinghong quickly ran away, and began to rummage around in a hurry.

Several Shennonggu disciples also started to feel bad. Although they vomited out a small amount of residue, some of them penetrated into the body after all, and one of them passed out.

Li Qinghong hesitated for a moment, then pointed at the elder brother: "Come here first, I will dispense the medicine for you."

The senior brother hugged the breathless junior brother, grabbed him with his hands, and begged him crying: "Little brother, can you treat him first?...Xiao Wu, he is dying."

Li Qinghong frowned, and shook off him: "What else can I save?"

The elder brother said anxiously: "Please, try it first, what if it works?"

Li Qinghong pinched his nose, took a straw stick to poke the man's eyelids, and then looked at his blood-stained neck: "With so much blood, I can't survive."

The elder brother was stunned, and couldn't help crying loudly: "Xiao Wu!..."

On the other side, Yuan Qinghang couldn't help but said angrily: "Brother, you all belong to the Medicine Sect after all, can you help each other first!"

The senior brother looked ashamed, and said in a low voice: "We are all outer disciples, and we are only responsible for maintaining spiritual plants and going out to collect herbs. Advanced medical skills and pharmacology have never been learned."

Yuan Qinghang was taken aback.

What kind of bullshit is this? Shennonggu is still the biggest sect of the Medicine Sect. In the old society, masters ordered apprentices and had to teach their skills. This famous sect of the Immortal Sect justifiably oppresses the disciples of the outer sect. They are only called coolies and do not impart knowledge?

He shook his head helplessly: "Brother Hong, you deal with them first, and I will come right away."

He recalled the technique that Li Hongling taught them before, the spiritual energy on his fingers poured into several acupuncture points of the boy continuously.Bit by bit, the black thread was finally forced back to the boy's wrist,

Yuan Qinghang's body has not yet established its foundation, and its spiritual power is weak. When the poison is finally forced into the boy's palm, half an hour has passed, and his face is covered with sweat.

He didn't dare to stop at all, and quickly took a silver needle, cruelly, raised his hand and pierced the boy's index fingers.

A thick black blood arrow shot silently and fell to the ground in an instant.

With ten fingers connected to heart, the boy snorted in pain in a coma, like a wounded little animal, wanting to struggle with the slightest movement of his body.

Yuan Qinghang held down his hand violently, and then slowly let go until the sprayed blood gradually turned bright red.

Then, he rushed to the side again, found two kinds of pills, carefully broke half of them, put them in warm water to dissolve, and fed the boy to swallow bit by bit with his own hands.

……

The sun outside had reached the middle of the sky, and Shuang Jiang and a round-faced girl who looked very similar came in several times, bringing tea and water for a while, and helping with cleaning for a while.

The other girl is Gu Yu, she is a twin sister with Shuang Jiang, she usually waits on Li Qinghong's side as well, her personality is calmer and more careful than Shuang Jiang's, she should be very good at cooking, and the desserts she brings are extraordinarily delicate and sweet.

It was almost noon, the door knocked lightly, Li Hongling walked in, and walked around the room slowly.

She walked to the long table, grabbed the boy's wrist, checked his pulse blankly for a while, looked at his tongue coating, and then nodded in satisfaction: "The poison is very clean, and the poisonous gas is retrograde first. Jiuqingwan and Gu Yuandan has been halved?"

Yuan Qinghang straightened his chest and said triumphantly: "Yes, Aunt Hong taught it all. Remember to use a smaller dose for children."

Li Hongling smiled, with slight approval in her eyes, she turned to look at her son again: "How many died?"

Li Qinghong's voice trembled a little: "Just, just one died."

Li Hongling snorted softly and looked at the two corpses on the ground: "Which one is not completely dead?"

Yuan Qinghang quickly defended: "Aunt Hong, one of them was stabbed to death by their people, so it can't be counted on us."

"What about the one left?"

Li Qinghong huddled and said in a low voice: "I-I don't know what the poison in this person is. I thought it was iron hibiscus, but according to this treatment, he-he died..."

The person who died was the same disciple who stabbed him to death. His whole body was blue, the corners of his eyes were bleeding, and he was out of breath.

Just now Yuan Qinghang put all his heart and soul on the young hero, and when everything was settled, he turned his head again, and Li Qinghong had already missed and misdiagnosed someone.

The medicine was wrong, and the original toxicity was mutually suppressed, and the two phases superimposed, that person soon had a violent attack, and when Yuan Qinghang hurried past to find a way to treat him, he was already exhausted.

Li Hongling turned to look at Yuan Qinghang: "What do you think?"

The news that this man stabbed his fellow disciple to death and even betrayed the youngest son of the master sect, Yuan Qinghang hated him extremely in his heart, but after all, it was a living human life, seeing his death in front of his eyes, he felt a little bit embarrassed.

He suppressed the discomfort, took a closer look, and then carefully answered: "Is it starfish sand?"

The poisoning symptoms of starfish sand and iron hibiscus are similar, both have fine spots on the body surface of the deceased, but the former is as fine as sea sand, while the latter is larger and shaped like mung beans.

Although there are different records in the pharmacopoeia, it is often difficult to distinguish them in clinical practice.

Li Hongling nodded, and questioned the two of them again: "Then why does this person's symptoms seem to have taken iron hibiscus?"

Li Qinghong hesitated for a moment: "Because... is there anything else mixed in the medicine?"

Yuan Qinghang didn't answer immediately, staring at the man's body for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Aunt Hong, after this person was poisoned, he fought with his brothers and sisters, right?"

Li Hongling's eyes faintly showed approval: "So what?"

Yuan Qinghang tried to put on an innocent look, and clapped his hands: "If you use too much force in a short period of time, the blood stasis will spread rapidly, so the spots will become bigger, and it will be easy to misdiagnose."

Li Hongling smiled slightly: "That's right."

She turned her head to look at Li Qinghong again, with a stern expression: "I studied with the young master all day, but what have you remembered? It's just stupid, if you don't pay attention to it, you will never die when you encounter enemies in the future. know how to write."

Li Qinghong lowered his head, his clenched lips trembled slightly.

Seeing his shrinking expression, Li Hongling said angrily, "Don't cry, man, man, who are you trying to show such a delicate and delicate appearance?"

Yuan Qinghang watched coldly from the sidelines, feeling panicked in his heart.

This mother is simply miraculous, with just a few words she can force her child to cry and laugh.

Li Hongling checked the pulse of several people one by one: "The poison is cured, but if you want to remove all the remaining poison, you still have to spend some trouble."

Yuan Qinghang hurriedly said: "Well, then let's continue to treat it!"

Li Hongling smiled half-smile, and nodded his forehead: "You really care about it. All right, I'll give you seven days to try to recuperate after detoxification."

Seeing Yuan Qinghang's uncontrollable smile, she sneered: "After seven days, I will feed you another kind of poison."

……

late at night.

Shuang Jiang came in and helped Yuan Qinghang wash and change his clothes. He couldn't help complaining: "Look at the blood all over the body, it's dirty and smelly. Don't you love cleanliness the most, young master? Why do you soak in the medicine storage room all day?"

Yuan Qinghang sat by the bed, listlessly stepping on the water in the copper basin: "Oh, you can't just watch people die."

Throughout the afternoon, he and Li Qinghong were busy formulating prescriptions, acupuncture and moxibustion diagnosis and treatment, not only had to grind and boil the medicine themselves, but also watched whether the poisoned patients relapsed, never idle for a moment.

Li Qinghong was so tired that he couldn't hold on anymore, he went back to rest for a while on the way, and only appeared again at night.

Yuan Qinghang made an appointment with him for the decoction to be taken at night, and told him to watch everyone take it before returning to the house.

Shuang Jiang curled her lips: "Hmph, I don't think they are all good people, it's better to give them more trouble."

Even the poor little drug boy was so cunning and treacherous, it makes me angry when I think about it!

Yuan Qinghang put on a clean silk underclothes, feeling sore and lazy, lying on an unfamiliar big bed, fiddling with a small bracelet on his wrist.

He didn't pay attention to these details when he first traveled, and now he has a little time to check his body, and he discovered this.

It was made of non-gold and non-jade material, about the width of a finger, and it fit on his left wrist, not loose but not tight, and the size was exactly the same as the circumference of his wrist.

The bracelet is engraved with complicated patterns. It looks like the legendary ancient miniature array in this world, which is often used to engrave on ornaments or utensils.

But this formation is obviously damaged, some patterns are connected end to end, and some are suddenly broken, showing a strange sense of disobedience.

On the entire bracelet, there is a hollow design on the back of the hand, wrapped with gold wires, revealing a round bead embedded inside.

The size of the belly of a thumb, it radiates radiant light as it turns, the halo changes, and there is a slight warmth where the skin meets.

In his memory, he had been wearing this thing since he was a child, and it was said that it was a gift specially given to him by his uncle Mozun when he was born.

He was in a trance when a voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Did you find out that this bracelet is special?"

"Brother System, you are very elusive!" Yuan Qinghang was pleasantly surprised and complained, "Why, come to this book to work the night shift?"

The system has a good temper: "During off-duty time, just take a look. It was an accident that you wore a book, and you are willing to stay here. The handling of the General Administration is to respect your ideas."

"Oh, that's great!"

"Since it is not mandatory, the General Administration will not send the system to follow up, and there is no task to be completed, let alone investigation." The system explained.

"Then you are not responsible for me?"

"Yes." The system said.

Yuan Qinghang was silent for a while, and sighed sincerely: "Then thank you for coming to see me, I really hope someone can chat."

The system is silent.

The module has been improved for so many years, and it has been very easy to simulate human emotions, but for some reason, it still feels strange to come here to see it tonight.

It's not like a system anymore.

"How is it, are you used to it?"

Yuan Qinghang said in his heart: "I'm used to it! It's just that the boss here is too cruel. I want to save people, but I can't beat her."

The medicine is three-point poison, and there will be another round after seven days. Even if you try your best to treat each time, after a few times, those few people will really become medicine people.

The system didn't take it seriously: "Think about how to save yourself first. How is this body now? It seems to be a bit congenitally weak?"

Yuan Qinghang kicked his legs on the bed in amazement: "Where is the weakness? The spirit is good, and the food smells delicious!"

system:"……"

But I forgot, compared with his original heart disease body, everything is indeed good.

Yuan Qinghang asked: "By the way, what's the matter with this bracelet? Is it a special prop?"

"The prop is a hairy thing. It's the birth gift given to you by your demon uncle. Wearing it can warm and nourish the veins and resist wind and cold."

"Oh, that's it." Yuan Qinghang was a little disappointed, and hurriedly asked again, "Brother, since you are free, why don't you help me find the outline of "Immortals and Demons"?"

Except for the most basic setting, he doesn't know the details of the original novel. What kind of hatred does this perverted Aunt Li have with Shen Nonggu? Why is she so harsh on her son? How did this little hero end up in such a miserable situation?

The system rejected it very simply: "My coming here is considered trespassing."

While talking, Yuan Qinghang suddenly froze.

The strange things that I had no time to think about during the day were suddenly pieced together in the middle of the night.

That boy... called Xiaoqi?Just a little drug boy among the outer disciples of the Medicine Sect?

His eyes were straightened, and he suddenly asked hurriedly: "Brother System, who is this boy who is being arrested now?"

The data flow of the system is flowing rapidly: "Sorry, I have been revoked the inquiry authority of this book, and I only know the things before this point in time."

Yuan Qinghang hurriedly asked: "Then what is his identity?"

"Mu Xiaoqi, an outsider disciple of Shennonggu in the Medicine Sect, is an orphan. He grew up with a group of seniors from the outsider sect. He is extremely talented."

"Isn't his surname Ning??"

"Of course not."

……

As if a thunderbolt fell from the sky, Yuan Qinghang was stunned.

What's happening?

No wonder there was always a vague feeling that something was wrong.

From waking up in the morning, to being held hostage by that boy, to Li Hongling coming out, and then feeding and detoxifying, it was only a day.

There is no chance at all, so seriously ask what the boy's name is!

Although he hadn't read the original book, he had scanned a few long reviews before time travelling, and he clearly remembered the title of one of them.

"Ying regrets the light to shock the five continents, and the thunderbolt splits the gold and breaks the thousand cities"!

It's about the "Yinggui" sword in the hands of the hero Ning Duo, and it's even more impressive when he holds the sword.

As soon as "Should Regret" came out, the whole world was shocked, it was omnipotent to slay demons and demons.

Now here comes the question, the male protagonist is obviously the most amazing and talented chief disciple of the Jianzong sect, so who is the nameless little drug boy of the Medicine sect in front of him? !

A bad and terrible conjecture floated up: Woohoo, the male lead hasn't officially launched yet, did he get the wrong person?

The author has something to say:

Yuan Qinghang (surprised): Not good, wrong person.

Mu Xiaoqi (at a loss): Who am I, where am I?

Ning Duo (...): Hehe.

Confusion today: Where is the hero Xiao Xiaogong?