Dressed like a deadly enemy

On the third floor of the Chongwen Hall, behind the Zhanjing Pavilion, Yun Feitan unfolded several scrolls of simple bamboo slips one by one, and quickly scanned the ten rows at a glance.

He has long been aware of the method of healing meridian injuries, but Lu Junzhuo's situation is different from what he has encountered before. It is the damage accumulated over the years and the pain is suppressed with heresy techniques. If it is not for the support of an abnormal breath , within two or three years, the meridians will be cut off, and you will be like a disabled person.

But that breath is the breath of the demon cultivator, and it seems to have been in his body for a long time, as if brought out of the womb.Yun Feitan was puzzled, it had been a long time since he had seen the demon cultivator, and which demon cultivator would protect the descendants of the royal family so wholeheartedly?

Even Yun's genius is a little helpless at this time, but the person has already brought it, so it's not easy to make a mistake. It's better to help him suppress the devil's breath first, and then teach him the breathing kung fu of Taoism, absorbing the spirituality of heaven and earth to nourish the meridians, and then talk about it later. .

He put down the bamboo slips, stood up, shook his head, and sighed inaudibly.For the first time, Yun Taishi took the initiative to take the initiative to treat injuries, but he was helpless.

"How does your lord plan to treat him?" Seeing that he finally came out of the room, Lu Junzhuo asked very cooperatively, and made up his mind to do whatever Master Yun said, whether it was taking pills or channeling internal energy.

Yun Feitan glanced at him wordlessly, sat on the futon opposite him, and put the medicine bottle in front of him, "Two pills a day for these pills."

Gently pinching the two bottles with his knuckle fingers, he poured two bean-sized light-colored pills into his palm, "Eat these two now."

He handed over the palm, Lu Junzhuo pinched one with his fingers, frowned and threw it into his mouth, chewed twice before swallowing, his face turned pale: "Bitter..."

Yun Feitan: "..."

It was the first time he saw someone taking medicine like this, no wonder this person refused to take medicine.He looked at the remaining one, hesitated for a moment, "Forget it, let's drink the medicinal soup later."

He withdrew his palm and put the pill back into the bottle.

Lu Junzhuo just felt embarrassed. As long as it was bitter, he was always used to rejecting it. Even if it got into his mouth, he had to stop it. He was afraid that it would be more uncomfortable if he couldn't swallow it and it would get stuck in his throat, so he had to chew it up and then swallow it. He knew it was not good. But it cannot be changed.

"Stretch out your hand, and I'll help you straighten out your inner breath."

Yun Feitan didn't care about the bitterness in his mouth, put the medicine bottle aside, looked up at him, the tails of his eyes were slightly raised, and a trace of a smile flashed in his eyes, so fast that it was hard to see clearly.

After Lu Junzhuo took the medicine, although it was bitter in the mouth, the medicine was really effective, and the tingling pain in the meridian in the heart was relieved a lot.He stretched out his hands and was gently held by Yun Feitan, a cool inner aura went straight up along the meridians, together with the effect of the medicine, suppressed the magic aura, guiding it to disperse in the meridians in the body.

After running like this for a week, Lu Junzhuo's complexion improved a lot, her inner breathing became smoother, and her heart no longer hurts when she breathes.

Yun Feitan closed his kung fu, the two of them gently separated their hands, his face was a little pale, the magic breath was relentlessly blocking his inner breath, the two breaths were in a stalemate, and he had consumed [-] to [-]% of his inner breath Only then can it be suppressed so that it does not go up to the head.

"How do you feel?" He slowed down for a while, and asked only after his internal breath stabilized.

"Thank you sir, I'm much better." Lu Junzhuo opened his eyes, his pure black eyes were full of gratitude, although such internal injuries will recover automatically, it is also good to relieve the pain, so we should thank you.If he knew that doing so would deplete Yun Feitan's internal energy, he would definitely refuse.

"Come here every afternoon, and I will suppress the magic breath in your body for you."

Lu Junzhuo nodded: "My lord is really a good person, how should I repay him?"

He looked around, and found that the house was full of bamboo slips, without any daily necessities, and did not see Yun Taishi had servants and waiters, and he walked alone wherever he went. Say, ask him to send my deed of sale?"

Yun Fei was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect him to say that, "No need."

The refusal was expected, Lu Junzhuo smiled, and didn't insist anymore, making up her mind to fool Mu Cheng again.

The two stopped talking for a while, and the atmosphere was dull. Fortunately, there were footsteps outside the door, and someone knocked on the door, "My lord, the emperor and Yuanhou went to Yongshou Palace, please have dinner with me."

The respectful voice of the small official in the Zhanjing Pavilion came. It turned out that the time was already so late, neither of them noticed that the sky was getting darker, the autumn days were short and the nights were long, and it was getting dark just after You hour.

"Since my lord has something to do, I'll go back to the Mu Mansion first." Lu Junzhuo stood up and stretched out his hand to help Yun Feitan up. He didn't look very well. Does such healing really have no effect on him?

"Tomorrow's time, don't forget." Yun Feitan used his strength to stand up, straightened his clothes, and pushed open the door.

"I will never forget it." Lu Junzhuo said seriously, it is rare for someone to care about him so much, how could he forget?

Standing on the third floor of the Chongwen Hall, he watched Yun Feitan follow Bafu into Taicheng until he couldn't see him.

Mu's Mansion is not far from Taicheng, Lu Junzhuo walked slowly, walked back, passed the avenue in front of Taicheng gate, and the lively night market in Yaodu was in front of him.

The lanterns under the eaves of the roadside shops have been lit, and many shops are doing good business with a lot of customers.It was probably because the Yuanzhou army soldiers outside the south gate approached the city, and the common people whispered to each other. Although the scene was lively, some people were panic-stricken, always worried that they would come in.

"How many years has it been in Anwen, the old man doesn't know how to fight, didn't Yuanhou already make peace with the emperor and go to Taicheng?" An old man was sitting next to the window in the restaurant, taking a sip of wine with a calm expression.

"Old man, that's not what you said. I was at the city gate at the time, and I happened to see that Yuanzhou soldiers were really menacing. They were not afraid of [-], but just in case. No, I have to go back and clean up." A middle-aged man retorted, After he finished speaking, he quickly finished the bean and rice in the clay bowl, put down a few copper coins and left.

The rest of the people looked at each other, like the middle-aged man, hurriedly finished their meal, and left, only the old man shook his head, still eating slowly.

Lu Junzhuo had no coins on her body and was hungry. Passing by the restaurant, she couldn't help slowing down her pace. She looked at the old man's table. There were several dishes on it, including meat and vegetables. She thought that since she wore a book, all she had to do was pretend to be Junji He had eaten in those few days, but he never ate anything decent after that, his expression was delicate, and his pace quickened.

There should be something to eat in the Mu Mansion, right?

The autumn wind is cool at night, and the Mu Mansion looks even colder in the howling autumn wind. The white lanterns on the gate are swaying from side to side due to the autumn wind. There are several carriages outside the door. Looking at the signs on the carriages, Qi Zai and Qin Jiang should still be in the Mu Mansion. did not leave.

At this time, it was past dinner time, and Lu Junzhuo followed a servant with an empty plate, trying to find something to eat in the kitchen.