At night.
It's getting slightly cooler.
Or should I say, bitingly cold.
Since the beginning of winter, the weather in the Central Plains has been getting colder day by day.
However, life still has to go on.
Rich people would burn some charcoal, while poor people would have no choice but to suffer.
The backyard of Li Mansion.
A figure of a young man is practicing his sword under the moonlight. The cold wind rustles and the sound of the sword rustles.
Compared with Feixianjue, the Three Ultimate Sword's moves are much less sophisticated, but the Three Ultimate Sword also has its own advantages.
Open and close, the style of the moves is extremely domineering, and combined with the special mental skills of the Three Ultimate Swords, the principle of reducing one force to ten will be fully reflected.
In front of the lake, Qin Nina watched the disciple in front of her practice sword practice, with little glimmers of light flashing in her eyes.
Compared with practicing the Flying Immortal Technique, this little guy's speed in practicing other techniques is obviously much faster.
The Three Ultimate Swords focuses on the transformation of the state of mind, but the moves are not that important.
In addition, the most important thing is that this guy can endure it.
Under the moon.
Li Ziye practiced the Three Ultimate Swords with all his strength over and over again, and the true energy in his body flowed accordingly. The overbearing true energy scraped through the meridians like a sharp blade, causing pain far beyond the limit of ordinary people's endurance.
However, Li Ziye could bear it.
After experiencing the torture of broken pulses and reshaping again and again, Li Ziye's endurance has long surpassed that of ordinary people.
It's not something you're born with, it's something you get through training.
Either endure it or live a life of inaction.
Li Ziye had no choice.
You can't bear it, but you have to endure it.
Where can there be so many geniuses in the world?
"Keng!"
An hour later, Li Ziye staggered, and the pure Jun sword in his hand penetrated directly into the stone slab under him, steadying himself.
Sweat dripped down, turning into frost on the cold night.
"Has your junior uncle ever told you how to master the Three Ultimate Swords?"
In front of the lake, Qin Wanna looked at the disciples in front of her and asked.
"No."
Li Ziye shook his head and said, "Do you have to be ruthless enough?"
"Yes and no."
Qin Yanna said solemnly, "You will know the specific method later. You just need to remember that the three swords cannot be withdrawn. No matter who is standing in front of you, even if you are close relatives, as long as you have the courage to withdraw the sword, Heart, your sword will never be able to reach a higher realm."
Hearing this, Li Ziye frowned slightly and said, "Is Grandmaster Jianjue's Three Ultimate Swords a great success?"
"Um."
Qin Wegna nodded in response.
It was because of that sword that Master regretted it for half his life.
"I can too."
Li Ziye said seriously.
Qin Weanna sighed softly in her heart and did not say more on this topic. She glanced at the night and reminded, "It's getting late. Go and rest. The injury on your left arm has not healed yet."
"I'll practice for another hour."
Li Ziye pulled out the Chunjun sword in front of him and immediately continued practicing.
If others can do it, he can do it too!
Qin Weanna stared at it for a moment, then turned and returned to her room.
Hopefully, he won't regret it in the future.
A night of silence.
The next day.
The sky is bright.
The mansion became lively again.
The Li family posted notices throughout Yuzhou City, asking for large sums of money to seek famous doctors, which caused a huge stir. Therefore, the doctors who came to Li's house every day were counted in batches.
Li Ziye continued his work and cooperated with Lao Li in acting.
The red candle is responsible for preparing the antidote.
As for Qin Grace, her level was too high, and Li Ziye didn't dare to handle her, leaving her to pose by the lake every day.
"Young Master."
After noon.
Li Ziye sent away three more batches of famous doctors. Outside the room, the old housekeeper walked quickly and said, "There are two people outside. They say they are good at detoxifying and may be able to cure the master's illness."
Li Ziye heard about it and narrowed his eyes, it seemed that the real owner had arrived.
"Please come in."
Li Ziye came to his senses and ordered.
"yes!"
The old housekeeper took the order and turned to leave.
It didn't take long.
Outside the backyard, the old housekeeper came with two extraordinary people.
One male and one female.
The man looked to be around forty years old. He was wearing a long robe and had a serious appearance, giving people a sense of unsmiling oppression.
The woman next to the man is more ordinary. She is twenty years old and has an ordinary appearance. Only her temperament seems to be acceptable. She should be from a wealthy family.
There seems to be a master-student relationship between men and women. The woman carries the medicine box and silently follows the middle-aged man.
The old housekeeper led the two people into the room, saluted respectfully, "Young Master, we are here."
"Dad!"
In front of the bed, Li Ziye shouted as usual, then wiped his nose and tears, stood up and said, "You two, come and help my father. If my father's illness can be cured, my Li family will be very grateful."
Li Ziye's behavior was no different from when he entertained other doctors, and he was not too excited.
Because now, it's not the time for him to get excited.
"Don't be anxious, Third Young Master Li. I'll check Master Li's pulse first."
The middle-aged man responded, then stepped forward and put his hand on Li Wanwan's pulse.
In the back, the young woman stood there quietly, with a respectful expression and said nothing.
"Silver Needle."
After a long time, the middle-aged man spoke.
The young woman nodded and took out a row of silver needles from her sleeve.
The middle-aged man took the silver needles, picked up one of them, and stabbed it into Li Wanwan's Tanzhong point.
Behind him, Li Ziye could not help but feel his heart skip a beat when he saw this.
Lao Li is so pitiful. He is already like this and still needs to be stabbed with a needle.
It's all acting. This passer-by, whose name I don't even know, is quite dedicated, pretending, and has no formalities.
In front of the bed, the middle-aged man pulled out the silver needle, smelled it, and said with a heavy expression, "It's the poison of Yin Yang Powder."
"Yin Yang Powder, what is Yin Yang Powder?"
Hearing this, Li Ziye looked shocked and said, "Can you explain it?"
"Yin Yang Powder is a strange poison in southern Xinjiang."
The middle-aged man said solemnly, "Although it can be solved, it is very troublesome."
"What trouble?"
Li Ziye hurriedly said, "As long as you can cure my father's illness, let me know if you have any needs."
"To detoxify the Yin Yang Powder, Sanshengcao must be used as a medicinal guide."
The middle-aged man said solemnly, "But, I don't have Sanshengcao in my hand."
"Sanshengcao?"
Li Ziye looked stunned and said, "May I ask, sir, where can I find this Sanshengcao?"
"Sanshengcao is only produced in Dawan Kingdom. It is extremely rare and as precious as the King of Medicine. And."
Having said this, the middle-aged man paused and said with a serious expression, "It's more than ten thousand miles from here to Dawan. Even if we send people to search immediately, it will be too late. Mr. Li's body will never be able to survive until that time." .”
"Then what should we do?" Li Ziye said anxiously.
"Young Master."
At this moment, the old housekeeper seemed to have thought of something and said anxiously, "A few days ago, the two people who came to Li's house to propose marriage seemed to have included this Sanshengcao in the gift list. It is a tribute from the Kingdom of Dawan to our dynasty."
