Because the sky is getting darker, the scene in the house has gradually become blurry. Although an oil lamp was on the table in front of him, Lu Chun could not ignite it. After all, people often pass by outside the door, and he doesn't want to expose his whereabouts.
Thinking that Yun Lang was about to return, he hesitated whether to retreat temporarily today and look for clues when he got the chance tomorrow.
But just when he turned his back to the room and was about to leave, there was a sound of turning paper behind him...
Although the sound was very soft, it made Lu Chun furious. After all, there was no one else here except him, and the doors and windows were tightly closed. It was impossible for the wind to blow. Could it be that... the house Is there something that I can't see?
Lu Chun was quite frightened, but he didn't dare to scream loudly. He could only hold a silver needle with two fingers and point it towards the house as a weapon. It looked very funny.
"Who... who's there?" Lu Chun asked to test the empty room, but he was answered with silence.
After a few breaths of confrontation, Lu Chun's panic faded a lot, and his brain began to work again. He glanced at the silver needle in his hand, and an unrealistic idea suddenly came to his mind: Could it be Lin Zidai? Has he turned into a ghost?
So he gritted his teeth and walked slowly towards the room, murmuring: "Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner. Brother Lin, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, just ask for it. I hope it's for the sake of our acquaintance." Come on, don’t torture me!”
As he spoke, he came into the room. As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes caught a glimpse of a page of paper on the ground, and his face became angry: "That little bastard doesn't put things neatly. I'm scared to death!"
While cursing, Lu Chun picked up the page that fell on the ground and put it back on the table.
But when he lowered his gaze to the page below, his brows furrowed again. He brought the page to the window and looked at it carefully for a while with the help of the light outside, but he couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Huh? This handwriting... Why does it look more and more like that idiot Lin's?"
He briefly looked through the other papers and found that the handwriting on them was completely different. This further confirmed his thoughts and turned his attention back.
"Sophora flavescens, Lu Ying, Shengdi, benzoin... What kind of weird prescription is this? When did Zidi Lin start to mix and match?" Lu Chun glanced at the prescription and found that there were many medicinal names written on it. , but these medicinal materials have different medicinal properties, and even two or two conflict with each other. It is really hard to see why.
Lin Zidai has always been very careful about labeling prescriptions, so the inexplicable prescription in front of him is completely inconsistent with Lin Zidai's style of doing things. Lu Chun also tried to rearrange these medicinal materials according to their medicinal properties, but did not find out what the names of these medicinal materials constituted. Words that hide the beginning and end.
Lu Chun tried all kinds of methods, but couldn't find anything wrong, and he gradually started to have a headache: "I said, Idiot Lin, I'm not in the mood to solve riddles with you, can't you leave me more clues..."
Thinking of this, Lu Chun was suddenly startled. Just now, his attention was completely attracted by this inexplicable prescription, and he actually ignored the white bug! Since Lin Zidai doesn't do unnecessary things, there must be some connection between the two!
"This idiot Lin must have wanted to tell me something when he wrote such a strange prescription, and he should also know that it is not safe to deliver the message hidden. He can only use a delivery method that the two of us know..."
Lu Chun rubbed the paper carefully, but found no sign of hidden needles. He shook his head lightly: "It is not as easy to hide needles buried in paper as in the body. You can find abnormalities by folding the paper slightly. So what Zhai Lin wants to tell me is probably not the acupuncture technique..."
"In that case, there is only one possibility..." Lu Chun swallowed and his breathing became heavy.
Lin Zidai did teach Lu Chun everything he could, but the most critical step was something he couldn't do no matter what. The reason was that Lu Chun was not a Qi doctor, and there was no Zheng Qi in his body, and the only thing that could make Lu Chun give birth to Zheng Qi was There is only one way to cultivate Qi, and that is "the source of Qi".
Because Lu Chun did not have Zheng Qi in his body, he naturally could not use the technique of controlling needles with Zheng Qi, but Lin Zidai still fully informed him of all his experiences, hoping that Lu Chun could prepare in advance.
So now, although Lu Chun cannot master the Qi Medicine Sect's techniques, he can feel the presence of Zheng Qi. He took a few deep breaths to calm down his emotions, and stretched out his fingers to feel the changes in Zheng Qi on the prescription.
"Yes!" Sure enough, just when Lu Chun put his finger on the name of a certain medicinal material, a tingling sensation suddenly came from his fingertips, and this was the positive energy left on the paper. produce rejection reaction.
"Sophora flavescens, benzoin, Wulingzhi, old boy, Yuanbaocao, Chonglou..." Lu Chun searched carefully, but only found abnormalities in these six herbs.
The names of the six medicinal herbs in front of him were quite spaced apart, and Lu Chun could easily distinguish them. However, once it came to the specific words, Lu Chun felt that it gradually became difficult.
"Senior Brother Yunlang, you are back..." While Lu Chun was concentrating on correcting the words, a faint voice suddenly came from the distance.
"Well, how's the situation here?"
"According to the instructions of senior brother, no one has been here."
"Thank you for your hard work. You should go back and rest."
Lang Yun greeted the two of them and walked slowly towards the room. But Lu Chun didn't seem to notice it, still feeling the flow of positive energy in the font.
Perhaps because he was about to become the candidate for the master of the East Peak, Lang Yun always had a faint smile on his face, but just as he put his hand on the door, his expression suddenly turned gloomy.
He glanced left and right, then listened carefully to the situation in the room, then opened the door with a bang and rushed into the room in three steps at a time, but there was no one there.
He walked a few steps to the table, lit the oil lamp, and quickly read through the pages in front of him. When he saw that the page of prescriptions was still there, his expression softened a lot. But just as he held the page of prescription in his hand, his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a stain on the prescription, and his brows suddenly wrinkled.
As his gaze fell, a small white insect fell from the page and landed on the table with a thud.
Lang Yun was about to raise his hand to pick up the bug, but suddenly heard a few footsteps at the door, and walked to the oil lamp holding the prescription tightly.
"You're already here, why don't you show up and see me?"
The man at the door was stunned for a moment, then asked doubtfully: "Brother Yunlang, are you talking about me?"
Lang Yun was also a little surprised when he heard this. He took a step forward and came to the door. He found that the person passing by his door was one of the disciples who had been guarding the door before. This person passed by and just wanted to come back to the courtyard to cook the food. The water was lifted away, probably because he was afraid of disturbing Yunlang's rest, so he acted on tiptoe.
Seeing the panic on the face of the disciple in front of him, Lang Yun also smiled. He pointed to the water bottle in the disciple's hand: "Junior brother, can you help fill it with water? Thank you very much."
"Of course!" The disciple was flattered and hurriedly came in with a kettle to fill the teapot on Lang Yun's table.
While the disciple was pouring water, Lang Yun casually asked: "Didn't you just say that no one has been here? Why do I always feel that the words excerpted on the table have been touched?"
The disciple leaned slightly when he heard the words: "Senior brother, your door was blown open by the strong wind before, and the papers on the table were scattered all over the floor. I only picked them up from the ground at that time. I really didn't pay attention to the order. Please ask me, senior brother." forgive…"
"Haha, of course it doesn't matter." Lang Yun nodded slightly, then took a sip of tea and continued to ask: "Then do you know what I wrote?"
The disciple blinked, thinking that Senior Brother Yunlang was probably testing his ability, so he spoke confidently: "Some of them are the Jade Pot Sect's spell notes, and one is some kind of prescription..."
"Hahaha... You have a good memory, but I don't know how much you remember? Why don't you let me test you..." Lang Yun stood with his back to the oil lamp, so that his disciple could not see his face clearly, and could only hear his tone of voice. easy.
"Brother, feel free to ask questions!" This disciple brought the kettle just to show his courtesy. Now that his "plot" had succeeded, he was very excited. And his memory is not bad. Although a prescription is scattered, he has memorized it in detail.
"Not bad! Not bad!" After the two asked and answered, Lang Yun also laughed, and then his voice suddenly dropped: "It's just a pity..."
"What a pity?" The disciple was stunned when he heard this, and then asked hurriedly: "I don't know what senior brother means, but what are the shortcomings of junior brother?"
Lang Yun shook his head, and his tone became gloomy: "I mean...it's a pity that your cleverness was used in the wrong place, and you met me..."
"Senior brother... what are you going to do... uh... save..." This disciple vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but before he could utter a exclamation, he was pointed on the forehead by Lang Yun's single finger, and all the blood in his body was instantly swallowed up.
"Save you? Haha, no one can save you! I hate smart people the most, especially you guys who have no value and are still smart..." In just a short moment, a living disciple turned into a mummy.
Lang Yun was already used to it, so he just turned around with a sneer and continued to look for the white bug. Unexpectedly, after just a while, the white bug actually crawled from the table to the door.
The wolf raised his foot and crushed the white bug hard until it was evenly spread on the ground. Then he raised the teapot and drank the slightly burning hot water in one gulp.
Although it was just a pot of hot tea, Lang Yun felt that what he drank was like wine. As soon as he put down the teapot, he felt a sense of dizziness and fell on the bed...
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