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It was also this torrential rain that washed away all the blood stains in the alley, as if to deliberately hide what had happened here.

Sensing that the person at his feet finally stopped moving. The mysterious man pulled out his leg very impatiently, and before he could take a step, several silver long needles instantly sent out from the shadows, and quickly sent out towards the mysterious man's hands, legs, and ankles, steady, accurate, and ruthless.

In the blink of an eye, I saw that the mysterious man who was still very rampant was nailed to the wall of the alley.

In fact, if you look closely, you will see that it is not a silver needle. It was said to be a dagger, but it was much thinner than the usual dagger, it was said to be a silver needle, but it did not look like silver, and the weapon obviously had a hilt.

At the corner of the alley, a man in a blue and white robe with a hat and a medicine box walked out slowly, frowning slightly when he saw Feng Ling lying on the ground, and sighed, "Hey, it's still late." ”

After that, he hurriedly squatted down and put his hand on Feng Ling's wrist, his face was bitter, the situation seemed to be a little bad, the person had already injured Feng Ling's meridians, and he was afraid that he would have to cultivate for a long time.

The man in the Taoist robe rummaged in the medicine box for a long time, and he didn't know what he was looking for, and finally took out a small porcelain bottle, poured out two small pills from it, stuffed them into Feng Ling's mouth, and crossed his true anger for him, and then got up.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly under the hat, and he walked in front of the mysterious person, and mocked: "Which ghost doctor, isn't it planted in Lao Tzu's hands now?"

When the man spoke, it was a vulgar language that did not match his temperament, and when he wanted to lift the man's cloak and see what he looked like, he suddenly saw the nailed man's head tilted, and he lost his breath in an instant.

Wrong! The few hidden weapons he had just sent out couldn't have hurt his vital point at all, how could he be dead?

Originally, the man in the Taoist robe who was still a little hangy suddenly felt a chill behind him, and his trembling hand touched the man's cloak and lifted it suddenly, really, it was true!

Under the cloak is an ordinary face that can no longer be compared, like a vendor setting up a stall on the street, and the impression is lost at first glance.

The man in the shadows put away the silk thread in his hand, and a sneering smile appeared on his face, as if he was laughing at the man in the robe for thinking too simply.

*

When Mu Yiyu woke up again, he was already lying on the bed where the words changed snow.

When Fang woke up, he was very thirsty, and he felt lightheaded, even if he struggled to get up, his feet were soft, as if he was stepping on cotton, and he had no strength.

The little maid with the ginger soup saw this scene as soon as she entered the door, and was so shocked that she almost knocked over the medicine bowl in her hand.

"Miss Mu, why did you get up, it rained last night, you were infected with the wind cold, and your body is still weak, lie back quickly." The little maid put the medicine bowl on the table and hurriedly ran to help Mu Yiyu.

It's true that she was drenched in the rain last night and contracted a cold, so what about that horrible scene? Endless alleys, weirdos in black cloaks......

"Where is he?" Thinking of yesterday's scene, Mu Yuyu's heart ached faintly, and he couldn't care about his weakness, so he grabbed the little girl tightly with his hands and asked.

The little maid was pinched by her, and her eyes couldn't help bursting with tears, and she trembled: "Mu ...... Who did Miss Mu say? ”

Sensing that his emotions were too excited, Mu Yiyu hurriedly let go of his hand, "Young Master Ling, how is Young Master Ling?" ”

"Miss Mu can rest assured, last night a Taoist sent Gongzi back to the palace, and now the situation is stable, the Prime Minister personally visited this morning, and he has not come back yet."

Hearing that Feng Ling's condition was stable, Mu Yiyu's hanging heart finally let go, but she still struggled to get up and go to the Six Princes' Mansion to visit, after all, if Feng Ling hadn't protected her with her life yesterday, she would have reported to Lord Yama now.

The maid who saw her intentions hurriedly stretched out her hand to stop Mu Yuyu, picked up the medicine bowl and said: "Miss Mu should take care of her body first, when the prime minister left, she specially instructed the girl to drink the medicine and rest, over there in the Six Princes' Mansion, it's not too late to visit again when she is sick." ”

Mu Yiyu looked down at his hands and felt that what the maid said was reasonable. His wind and cold are not completely healed, and now he is struggling to go to the Six Kings' Mansion, but he is afraid that it will cause trouble for them, so he should take care of himself.

Seeing that she had figured it out herself, the maid handed over the medicine bowl, prepared rock candy, and watched her finish the medicine before leaving with confidence.

*

The people of the Liuwang Mansion knew that Feng Ling was close to Yan You, and it was nothing to stay in the Yongning Hou Mansion for a night, so Feng Ling hadn't come back late last night, and the people didn't think much about it.

However, not long after dark, there was a hurried knock on the door, and the little man who was guarding the door yawned, as if it was some rude beggar knocking at night, and scolded while pulling the bolt of the door: "Let's go, there is no food for you here!" ”

The man outside the door sneered, squinted at Feng Ling who fell on his shoulder, and was not annoyed, and said loudly to the door: "I thought I had picked up a treasure, but I didn't want you to be so bad in the house, but now that you are back, even the servants are too lazy to accept you, that's it, Poor Dao has other things to do, you, sleep on the streets tonight." ”

The little guy in the house heard the people outside talking like this, and most of his sleepiness disappeared, and he hurriedly pulled out the door bolt to take a look, and there was a young Taoist priest with fairy wind bones standing outside the door, a wide Taoist robe did not make him look bloated, but it was more warm under the moonlight, with a light sword behind him, a medicine box in his hand, and his long hair was tied by a pure yang scarf, this kind of dress was really weird.

The little guy has only seen the Taoist priest with the dust, and this is the first time I have seen the medicine box.

And the one he leaned on his shoulder was his own master, the blood at the corner of his mouth had dried up, but the mud on the hem of his clothes was shocking, he knew that his master loved to be clean on weekdays, why did he come back so embarrassed today?

The young Taoist priest did not wear a hat, and what he looked like was also clearly seen by the little maid, he glared slightly at a pair of Danfeng eyes, and said, "How long are you going to stand here and watch, don't you see that your master is dying?" "What kind of little guy is it, the master is injured and still standing here in a daze.

The little guy was hit by his voice, and hurriedly shouted a few more people to carry Feng Ling into the house, and the young Taoist priest scolded behind him: "You guys be careful, his meridians are damaged, and Lao Tzu is not responsible for falling to death!" ”

The two little guys who were carrying Feng Ling shook their hands and almost threw him down.

All night, when the sky was white, the young Taoist priest slowly paced out of the house, and the people went to the house to see that the house that had been scattered by him last night had been cleaned up, and all the tools he had used were stored in the medicine box.

"Thanks to meeting Lao Tzu this time, if it were someone else, he might be killed by the doctor." The young Taoist priest rubbed his blue eyes, impatient.

The little guy twitched the corners of his mouth, although the Dao Master in front of him had extremely high medical skills, but the words he said had nothing to do with the Immortal Wind Dao Bone.

Open an old man, close a Lao Tzu, just like the ruffians in the market, without a little etiquette.