[Dragon Sword] Book of Laughing and Forgetting

"Taoist..." A hesitant female voice called Jianzi's attention back.Jianzi turned his head and saw the girl in pink clothes who went up the path in the forest and came back.

"Why, Miss Chu, what's the problem?" Jianzi stopped and asked gently.

Chu Huarong approached quickly, shook her head, bowed her head and meditated for a moment, as if she had finally made up her mind, she suddenly raised her head and said, "Master Daoist, I just remembered that I overheard my mother talking to Deng Jiuwu. Talk, talk about the method of rescuing people who have been hit by the gold and silver palms..." She explained the principle of the gold and silver palms in a few words, and then proposed a way to understand it.

Jianzi listened, and couldn't help putting away his indifferent expression, and said solemnly: "Is this really true?"

Chu Huarong nodded and said: "I heard it with my own ears. There is no repayment for the kindness of Mr. Reinvention. I hope this can help you."

Jianzi pondered for a moment, then Fang nodded slowly, "I see, thank you for letting me know."

It has been a while since the holy trace was sealed in gold, and it may not be long due to the continuous erosion of palm energy.What's more, Deng Jiuwu is pressing every step of the way now, and Bei Yu's attitude is ambiguous. If he can unlock the golden seal on his body, it can also add a boost to the righteous way.

Chu Huarong said that it is necessary for a master whose foundation is not inferior to that of the Holy Track to do his best to condense the airflow covering the golden body from the outside to the inside, and the people inside the golden body must also break the golden body from the inside to the outside at the same time, and work together inside and outside In order to break out of the prison.

Thinking about it this way, it is a feasible method.

Jianzi pondered over it, and he believed it seven or eight percent.That being the case, the matter of rescue should be done sooner rather than later. Saying goodbye to Chu Huarong, Jianzi went straight to Liuli Wonderland.

He didn't know that what greeted him was a long-prepared murder, using friendship as a bargaining chip, using his benevolence and righteousness as calculations, and carefully planned an ingratitude.

Deng Jiuwu walked through the secret passages of the underground palace, and he walked to the secret compartment where the medical books were stored. He saw that the surrounding organs were all the same, and there were no signs of being tampered with, so he couldn't help feeling relieved.

Carefully taking out the medical book, he walked to the side of the oil lamp, and then flipped through the light again.

The ancient book was well preserved, the pale yellow paper was filled with petty lowercase script, and there were even graphic hints attached. Deng Jiuwu turned to the article on curing heart disease and read it carefully.He looked at it, and suddenly looked suspicious, "Huh?"

I didn't take a closer look at it just now, but looking carefully now, the paper used in this medical book is obviously the Mingxin paper that is commonly used in making old things. Although the Mingxin paper is also valuable, it is far inferior to Chengxintang paper.The Jishi Medical Code is a collection of Confucianism, and it is made of high-quality Chengxin paper.

Since the quality of the paper is inconsistent, the authenticity of this medical book is doubtful, and the purpose of sending this book by the Confucian minor envoy... is also questionable.

Thinking in this way, Deng Jiuwu picked up the medical book, went straight out of the underground palace, and said to his subordinate You Ying: "Send the letter to Confucianism, please send an order to go through the house."

Since you are dubious, it is better to face to face and find out the truth.

I don't know whether Deng Jiuwu's face is big enough, or Bai Zhou just happens to be free, but not long after, there is news that the young envoy is already on his way to the prince's mansion.

When Bai Zhou confronted Deng Jiuwu, who was holding the medical book, he was both shocked and angry, "Master Deng, I personally delivered this book to you, and it has been more than a few days now, and now the lord has come to Xingshi to question the crime. It doesn't make sense!"

Deng Jiuwu threw the medical code into his hand, "You can see for yourself."

Bai Zhou couldn't help turning pale after looking over it, "This...impossible!"

Deng Jiuwu stood with his hands behind his back, but he was at ease, without showing any signs of anger, "Okay, whether this book is true or not, I can expose it and don't care, it's just..."

"Just what?"

"I'm a rough person. Even if I study this book hard, I can't find treasures sitting on the treasure mountain. I have heard for a long time that Shaoshiling is a Confucian beauty, and he is proficient in medicine, divination, astrology and astrology. Deng Jiuwu has the courage to beg for his wife Doctor, please give orders to treat me."

Bai Zhou was stunned, and his first reaction was to shirk—how powerful is Deng Jiuwu, how can Mrs. Hongye's illness that can't be cured so far be a general minor illness?

Deng Jiuwu seemed to see his doubts, and sighed: "I don't want to troublesome other diseases, but it's just the madam's heart disease, and it is said that the unique treatment method in the Jishi medical classics is the most suitable. "

When he said that, it was hard for Bai Zhou to shirk.

Red Leaf Villa.

Amidst the redness of the maple forest, a burst of elegant music suddenly sounded.

In the Fenglin Pavilion, Mrs. Hongye and Bai Zhou were sitting opposite each other amidst the peaceful music.

The zither music hides inner energy, like flowing waves carrying the moon and the tide to the stars, and gently spread to Mrs. Hongye's ears, so that her brows that have been frowning for a long time due to illness slowly relax.

Seeing this, Deng Jiuwu, who had been watching her closely, couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief—whenever his gaze fell on Mrs. Hongye, it was either with affection or concern.

Suddenly, Hongye showed pain and began to tremble all over. With his eyes closed, Baizhou was unconscious, fingering complicatedly, and Fu led the zither to a high-pitched high note.

Finally, Mrs. Hongye couldn't bear it anymore, her whole body shook, blood spewed out of her mouth, and her body went limp.

The sudden smell of blood caused Bai Zhou to open his eyes, and what caught his eyes was the unconscious Hongye and Deng Jiuwu who was holding Hongye and kept calling.In a panic, the zither string in his hand was broken, and Bai Zhou took two steps back in disbelief, "This...how could it be!"

Hongye kept vomiting blood, Deng Jiuwu ignored Baizhou, picked her up, put his palms on her back, and channeled internal energy to regulate her energy.The blood stained Hongye's skirt red, making her face even paler.

Deng Jiuwu called for a long time without any response, and he didn't speak anymore. He concentrated on rescuing Hongye, and the mania in his body was almost hard to suppress.

After half an hour, Hongye's complexion gradually improved, but it was still scary ugly.Deng Jiuwu picked her up carefully, tucked her in the shawl, stared at her closed eyes for a long time, sighed, and looked back at Bai Zhou who dared not speak.

Bai Zhou thought over and over again, and knew that today would be difficult, so he said, "Prince Deng, according to my opinion..." Before he finished speaking, a palm of hand rushed towards him with anger.Caught off guard, he leaped up to dodge, unexpectedly the palm wind of Lord Deng's anger was tight, he couldn't dodge it, he was hit by half of the palm, red mouth spit out, and staggered to a stop.

It was just injured, but it was not turned into a golden body.

"I believe you don't dare to hurt Hongye on purpose, but you let Hongye suffer, and I can't let you leave easily," Lord Deng said in a deep voice, "This half palm is the price, you go, I promised Hongye not to kill people here .”

Bai Zhou wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were full of anger, he endured and endured, but the situation was stronger than others, so he had to endure this, and left Hongye Villa angrily.

Deng Jiuwu paced back and forth, his eyes kept falling on Hongye, after deliberation, he finally murmured: "Could it really be that we can only invite Shulou Longsu..."

The woods were deep, and the wounded Bai Zhou hurried away with his attendants.

He was so angry that he had to swallow his anger, he was already thinking about how to pay back to Deng Jiuwu while walking, so by the time he discovered the abnormalities around him, it was already too late.

He stopped, and Bai Zhou looked around vigilantly, "Who is it?"

The surroundings are quiet, only the sound of light footsteps, rustling over fallen leaves - a girl in red is walking quietly in the woods.

The girl is elegant and dignified, with a bookish air, and looks very delicate.

When Bai Zhou saw her, he suddenly burst out laughing, "I wonder who it is, it's Miss Mu, why didn't you run away with your master, and dare to come to me?"

Mu Xianfeng looked at Bai Zhou with an exaggerated smile, and didn't try to expose the guilt hidden in his words, but just smiled and said: "Master Young Envoy, Xianfeng is ordered to see you off."

Bai Zhou's laughter stopped abruptly, and he looked at Xianfeng who was alone, "It's up to you?" There was a strong sense of contempt in his words.

Xianfeng bowed gracefully, "Please enlighten me." After saying that, her body flew up lightly like a red cloud, and the sword in her hand was out of its sheath, with a cold light, full of killing intent.

Although Bai Zhou had been injured before, but he thought that his skills were far better than that little girl Mu Xianfeng, so he was not afraid, and when he thought of her difficult master, he became angry, thinking that the one who came to his door would be killed with a single sword. Long Su had nothing to say, and his murderous intent suddenly became strong, and he drew his sword with a ruthless killing intent.

The sword was unsheathed in an instant, startling countless jackdaws in the forest.

The blade of the sword shone with sharp light, splitting the sound of the wind and illuminating Bai Zhou's dark eyes.

The blood suddenly flew, "poof", the sound of a sharp blade piercing through the flesh, Bai Zhou's eyes widened, and he turned his head with great effort, staring at the person behind him, "You..."

His attendant—the attendant who had always been taciturn, the sword in his hand pierced Bai Zhou's back.

Look at the right time, hit the target with one blow, and hit the vital point directly.

The severe pain from the wound and the massive blood loss made Bai Zhou's consciousness blurred. He tried to open his eyes, only to see Mu Xianfeng, who had just made a feint, approached slowly, nodding to the silent attendant Said: "Ying Wuyou, according to the plan, send him back to the Confucianism School, saying that Deng Jiuwu did it out of anger."

The silent attendant nodded, and when he looked at the dying Bai Zhou, his eyes were cold and emotionless, and he withdrew his sword suddenly, splashing a stream of blood.

"Why..." The Confucian scholar fell into a pool of blood in a panic, and when he was dying, he wanted to speak but couldn't utter a word, and there was a ghost-like hatred in his eyes.

Why!He has worked hard and worked hard, and now he is only a chance to sit on the highest position of Confucianism.

Why!He was supposed to leave a name in history and be praised by others, but he was conspired to die in the wilderness like this.

Why... He stared at the attendants condescendingly and looked down on him, why did he betray me?

Before he died, Ying Wuyou caught the last look in his eyes. The taciturn swordsman took out a cloth towel to carefully wipe off the blood on the sword, and shook his head at him, "I have never been loyal, so why betrayal."

The people on the ground gasped for their last breath, and the wings of death finally fell. No matter how much resentment and resentment they were filled with, they would eventually turn into a gradually cooling corpse.