After spending a whole day, Shui Miaomiao fed Mu Cang until the hiccups stopped, and then walked towards Hong Yuxuan under the setting sun.
Back to Hongyuxuan, it was still the same old process. First, I asked Fu Lingjun for the antidote for Baihuashy.
In this regard, Fu Lingjun expressed that he still admired Sanshui.
He couldn't stand this inexplicable antidote, let alone drinking it without changing his expression.
Fu Lingjun scooped the viscous liquid in the medicine house into a bowl and gave it to Shui Miaomiao, and asked curiously: "Why persist and untie Baihuasha?"
"The common use of Baihuaxi is to kill people. Very few people would use Baihuaxi to erase a memory. Maybe someone carried the Baihuaxi and spilled it. You just smelled Sanshui accidentally. After all, the amount is very small. Otherwise, I would also see it. Don’t come out.”
"You can tell by the small amount?"
Taking the bowl and staring at the increasingly viscous liquid in the bowl, Shui Miaomiao made mental preparations and asked by the way.
"Yes, the smaller the amount, the weirder the pulse will be, and the higher the amount, the more normal the pulse will be. Only in this way can the murder be invisible and there is no place to search."
If his fourth brother hadn't been interested in studying these messy things, he wouldn't have known the symptoms of people suffering from flower shame and how to get rid of them.
Today, he studied the antidote carefully and carefully prepared it. He asked Sanshui to drink the medicine a few more times, and he was embarrassed a few times, but he couldn't help it.
It's just that this improved medicine seems to be even more unacceptable.
"I increased the dosage of medicine today. How about I take it slow and make another bowl?"
After all, the viscous liquid in the bowl can no longer be called a decoction, it is obviously just a paste.
Staring at the medicine in his hand, Shui Miaomiao shook his head.
If she was the only one who smelled it, she would naturally not go to great lengths to get rid of Baihua Shame. No matter whether it was an accident or man-made, she didn't care, but there were Hua Yixian and the others.
Today, she casually made excuses to mention the fragrance of flowers to Leng Ningchi. She seemed to say that her typhoid fever was probably gone. Her nose was no longer blocked and she could already smell some flowers.
According to Fu Lingjun, Leng Ningchi and the others should have smelled more flowers than themselves, and being able to smell the fragrance of flowers means that there is no solution to the flowers, and it is impossible to retrieve the lost memory.
So I don’t have much time left for myself.
She needs heavy medicine to confirm whether Hua Yixian and the others are in danger...
After sighing, he covered Shui Miaomiao, who was unconscious and twitching on the bed, with a quilt. Fu Lingjun left with the empty bowl. Judging from Sanshui's reaction, you can basically tell how unpleasant the medicine is.
I don’t know if it will work...
The wind is a bit noisy tonight.
Feeling cold, Shui Miaomiao curled up into a ball, groped for the quilt that she had kicked to nowhere, sneezed, and rubbed her nose unconsciously.
What does this smell like? It has a refreshing fragrance and it smells quite good.
fragrant!
Shui Miaomiao, who was sitting on the bed, seemed to have thought of something. He sat up from the bed suddenly and looked around. Outside the half-open window, there was wind blowing and sucking in the petals.
Take a deep breath, it's a pleasant fragrance.
I can smell the flowers myself!
Shui Miaomiao was shocked and fell off the bed.
With such a fall, Shui Miaomiao's vision went dark, and some images and sounds flashed in his mind.
"The Peach Blossom Land is restored to the Peach Blossom Land"
"Unlucky...east side"
"The Lord's...favor...blessing"
"Cut it and make flower fertilizer..."
Shui Miaomiao held her head, gritted her teeth and tried to remember, but in the end it was just a few words and intermittent images.
Moon cave door, peach blossoms, and peach blossom fairies.
What is this?
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Shui Miaomiao stood up slowly while holding on to the bed. After taking a deep breath again and making sure that he could really smell the fragrance of flowers, he sat down by the bed in disappointment.
Is it that the medicine can only have so much effect, or that I am wasting my time.
If I drank a few more times, would I be able to recover more, instead of getting such more confusing news?
The evening breeze blew, Shui Miaomiao rubbed her dizzy head and slowly calmed down.
All the things that I can remember revolve around the Moon Cave Gate, so I might as well go to the Moon Cave Gate and see if I can stimulate some memories.
With this decision made, Shui Miaomiao put on her Thousand Feather Crane cloak and left Hong Yuxuan quietly.
Deeper and heavier, the wind carries a slight chill.
The two dim stone lamps in front of the moon cave door were swaying in the wind.
Shui Miaomiao walked back and forth through the Moon Cave Gate, searching for memories, but it was all in vain. Only a little bit of memory was recovered, not even half a point.
Shui Miaomiao traced the patterns on the moon cave door and thought.
Judging from their memories, they must have bumped into something, but why not just kill them and silence them? Because among the four of us, three of the hundreds of Immortal Sects accounted for it?
What does it mean to restore the Peach Blossom Spring to a Peach Blossom Spring?
Why is the east associated with the word "unlucky"?
Who is the so-called master?
What are you going to cut up to make flower fertilizer?
I can't think of a single clue. It's all a mystery. It's better not to think of it.
Shui Miaomiao complained to herself and kicked the wall.
"Why are you so crazy in the middle of the night?"
In the silent night, apart from the sound of wind and insects, there was only the noise made by Shui Miaomiao herself. The voice that suddenly appeared behind her was as terrifying as a ghost.
Shui Miaomiao screamed immediately and waved her hands behind her.
'Snapped! '
There was a loud slap, and Shui Miaomiao looked back, it was Lord Tuo Yan.
Without enough time to look at Tuo Yanjun's expression, Shui Miaomiao felt herself flying into the air in the next second. She was kicked a few feet away by Tuo Yanjun again, and was forced to stop after hitting a tree.
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Shui Miaomiao lay half-dead on the ground. Why don't I just slap you? Do you need such a cruel hand?
After kicking out, Tuo Yanjun realized that this was not his intention, but Shui Miaomiao had already flown away.
In fact, Shui Miaomiao's little slap on his face was almost like a tickle, but don't forget that Tuo Yanjun is afraid of women.
"Is it serious?"
Seeing Lord Tuo Yan approaching, Shui Miaomiao yelled out of control, "Stay away from me! Nothing good happens every time I see you!"
"You get up first."
Why? If she could get up, who would be willing to lie on the ground?
His internal organs were in pain, and he would spit out a few mouthfuls of blood from time to time.
"Just a kick, there's no need for this." Tuo Yanjun stretched out his Zangjun sword and said impatiently: "I'll help you, get up quickly."
"No! Get away!"
Shui Miaomiao opened the Zangjun Sword, stubbornly held on to the tree behind her, struggled to sit up, and muttered in a low voice, "This or that is a fear of women. This is simply a grudge against women. If you are sick, go and treat it." What does it mean to torment me every day..."
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Shui Miaomiao covered her stomach where Tuo Yanjun kicked her and cried loudly, accusing Tuo Yanjun with tears and snot.
"It's not enough for me to apologize. Didn't you come back with revenge for what happened with the Ancient Immortal Sect in Huacheng? My reputation has also fallen to the ground and I have become your snake-hearted confidante. What else do you want!"
"I'm not."
Mr. Tuo Yan often saw women in tears, and there were never a few who seduced him. They all cried so hard that they were so pitiful that I felt pity for them.
How could anyone cry so boldly and curse as Shui Miaomiao?
But it was Shui Miaomiao who acted like this, which made Lord Tuo Yan feel a rare sense of guilt, and he lowered his voice and said, "Stop crying."
