After getting up in the morning, Nangong Ling saw the handkerchief on the table after washing, pursed his lips tightly, and frowned. In a few moments, he wrapped his handkerchief and left the room. He couldn't wait for a moment, although it was still early, Chu Liuxiang should have woken up.

The Donglai Inn is still a little far from the beggar gang's rudder, and no inn will be willing to open near someone else's gang, unless the background is very hard or the inn is opened by that gang.

Nangong Ling looked up at the quaint plaque, this Donglai Inn has been stored here for many years, so many years, it is not easy for this signboard to be intact after wind and rain, how can you expect it to be brand new.

"That's right, this is here." Nangong Ling looked around, there were very few people on the road at this time, and it was not convenient to follow, but at this time, no one was following him, so he was a little relieved.

After entering, he went directly up the stairs to find the room where Chu Liuxiang was, the innkeeper looked indifferent as if he was accustomed to it, not strange or curious at all, after all, how could an inn that could be opened here for so long have such a mind, if there is, I don't know how much trouble it will cause, what to do and what not to do, they know very well.

Nangong Ling came to the door of the room unimpeded, and after a few taps, the door opened automatically.

As soon as the door opened, he saw Chu Liuxiang and a very handsome monk with a bald head looking at him, Chu Liuxiang smiled and said, "Wuhua, this is the beggar disciple Nangong Ling I told you." ”

The monk looked at Nangong Ling carefully, and then folded his hands: "Donor, the little monk is polite." ”

Suddenly, Nangong Ling's good impression of Wuhua rose, first of all, he was very good-looking, secondly, he was very polite, and thirdly, he seemed to have a special feeling for this great monk.

Nangong Ling hugged his fists and saluted: "In Xia Nangong Ling." ”

After closing the door, Nangong Ling sat on the round chair, his gaze sticking to the flowers.

Wuhua seemed to be a little shy to look at, blushing slightly, and asked, "Is my face dusty?" ”

Nangong Ling came back to his senses and immediately waved his hand: "It's not, it's just, it's just." Nangong Ling, who can usually talk endlessly, was suddenly speechless, and he didn't know what to say.

Chu Liuxiang glanced at the two of them and said, "No flowers, don't you look away when I first see you?" ”

"Xiang Shuai, don't talk nonsense."

Nangong Ling explained: "I, I, I feel that Master Wuhua has a very special feeling. ”

"Haha." Chu Liuxiang was stunned for a moment and then smiled, "Okay, don't talk about this, Xiaoling, let's get down to business." ”

"Oh, oh." Nangong Ling immediately took out the handkerchief.

Chu Liuxiang looked at the veil strangely: "I remember that this is your own veil." ”

At that time, Wuyin got a lot of handkerchiefs for Nangong Ling, and also brought a lot of pieces to Chu Liuxiang, embroidering tulips and orchids on Chu Liuxiang's top. Then, Chu Liuxiang's handkerchief was divided by the girl beside him.

Nangong Ling opened the veil, which was stained with blood and had a little white powder on it: "Look at this white powder carefully." ”

"This." Chu Liuxiang picked up the handkerchief, held it up with both hands, and then looked at it carefully.

Nangong Ling asked hurriedly, "Uncle Chu, do you know what this powder is and what it works for?" ”

"It's too little, and it's impossible to tell the difference here." Without specific tools and experience, it is useless to just read a book, and the white powder must be made of many things together, how can it be distinguished just by looking at it? What's more, aren't many medicines on the rivers and lakes all white powder?

Nangong Ling was a little disappointed, he sighed slightly and lowered his head.

Suddenly, Wuhua took out a medicine bottle from her arms, took out a piece of paper, poured the medicine in the medicine bottle a little up, and asked, "Is it this?" ”

Chu Liuxiang was about to get closer, but Nangong Ling immediately said, "Uncle Chu, you can't suck or touch." ”

Chu Liuxiang retreated and smiled, obviously happy that Nangong Ling was worried about him, and he said, "It's okay, I've been holding my breath." ”

"I forgot that Uncle Chu is very powerful." Nangong Ling touched his head with some shame, he should have thought about who Chu Liuxiang was, how could he be so careless.

Nangong Ling also held his breath, his lips were also pursed, and the two of them stepped forward to take a look, and tried the feel with their hands again.

"It's a lot like, it's supposed to be the same thing."

"Wuhua, how can you have it?" Chu Liuxiang asked.

Wuhua raised her eyes and looked at Nangong Ling and said, "Someone attacked Shaolin, and this was found from the attacker, so Master asked me to come and investigate with this medicine." ”

Nangong Ling suddenly realized: "I see, I didn't expect those Dongying ronins to be so shameless and sneak attack everywhere." ”

Saying that, Nangong Ling was indignant, and he couldn't wait to immediately catch those Dongying ronins and teach them a good lesson.

Chu Liuxiang and Nangong Ling were talking but didn't notice a trace of displeasure in Wuhua's eyes, Nangong Ling hugged his fists and said, "Master Wuhua, can you let me bring some of this medicine back to the people in the gang for analysis?" ”

Wuhua smiled and looked very gentle, but there was a vague sense of distance, Nangong Ling felt it like this, and he secretly said in his heart, this is the first time I have seen it, isn't it normal to have a sense of distance, and then relaxed.

"Yes." Wuhua stretched out her slender but strong fingers, wrapped the piece of paper and handed it to Nangong Ling.

Nangong Ling smiled brightly: "Thank you Master Wuhua." ”

After discussing some things a little more, Wuhua sat quietly on the side, but Chu Liuxiang and Nangong Ling chatted hotly. Nangong Ling told Chu Liuxiang everything he found, he trusted Chu Liuxiang's character very much, and he also trusted Chu Liuxiang's friends, and the person who could make Chu Liuxiang willing to have friends must not be a bad person, because Chu Liuxiang is such a person.

After the conversation was over, after Nangong Ling left, Wuhua asked, "Xiangshuai, you like this young man very much." ”

"Xiao Ling is a good boy."

"He looks like he's fifteen."

Chu Liuxiang smiled: "You guessed wrong, Xiao Ling hasn't passed the fifteenth birthday yet." ”

"It's not fifteen yet, how can the beggar gang hand over such a serious matter to him?"

Chu Liuxiang explained, and shook out his friend's silence.

Wuhua still kept smiling: "Wuyin, it's very similar to my Shaolin Buddha name." ”

"Huh? No sound, no flowers, no phase is true. "It's really a wonderful coincidence, it's really fate, isn't it?

Among the beggars, there appeared a gray-haired old man, the old man was on crutches, his back was slightly hunched, and his face was like withered bark, and there were some spots on it, but even so, he could still vaguely see the demeanor of his youth.

The old man was trembling and walking in the courtyard, and when Nangong Ling came back, he happened to see the old man walking the steps, the old man's eyes were dizzy, and his steps were not steady, and he fell down as soon as he stepped on the first step.

Nangong Ling immediately flew forward to catch the old man, and after he helped him, he asked enthusiastically: "Old man, are you okay?" ”

Although the old man was very old, his eyes looked young, even if he looked tired. Nangong Ling inexplicably felt that these eyes were very familiar, but was there anyone he knew who had the same eyes?

"Where have we met?" Nangong Ling blurted out this sentence.

The old man shook his head and stroked his beard: "No, no, I haven't seen such a handsome and heroic young man for a long time." ”

The old man's voice was very hoarse and old, and now Nangong Ling could be sure that he had never seen this old man, and he had never heard such a voice.

"By the way, old man, why are you here?" This is the beggar gang rudder, why is this old man who has never seen it here?

The old man stared at Nangong Ling and knocked on his crutches: "Old and confused, you are Nangong Ling, right?" ”

"Yes."

"That's right, I'm the chief helmsman transferred from the next rudder to assist you, this is my token." The old man trembled and took out the token and handed it over.

The hand holding the token is dry and thin, the skin looks like there is no moisture at all, and the green tendons are clearly presented, but unlike the tenacity of young people, the old man's tendons are loose and loose, and they feel that they can be broken when they are pulled.

Nangong Ling helped the old man to take the token and said, "Let's go back to the room and say." ”

"Okay, okay, thank you." The old man said, "I think when I was young, my body was strong, and now I want you to support me, thank you so much." ”

"You're so polite, old man." Nangong Ling smiled brightly, revealing her white teeth.

After helping the old man to do a good job, Nangong Ling felt in his heart that he didn't know what the chief rudder meant, how could he let an old man rush to such a dangerous place! What if something happens? This is also too ill-conceived.

As if he saw Nangong Ling's thoughts, the old man explained: "I was sent here because my medical skills are very powerful, and I will definitely be able to help you." ”

"But your body."

The old man smiled heartily: "It's okay, the old body is still strong." ”

This sentence has no credibility at all, but since the old man has arrived, it is not easy to send it back, and he is now in need of someone with excellent medical skills to help him solve his doubts.

At this point, the general helm is still very thoughtful, but the old man is really old, really hard, and dangerous.

Nangong Ling sighed in his heart, alas, take good care of the old man.

It happened that the old man came, he was a skilled doctor, Nangong Ling handed over the medicine to the old man, and the old man began to study it in the pharmacy.

It takes a certain amount of time to study something, and Nangong Ling first instructed others to protect the old man and then deal with other things himself.

The old man smiled comfortably when he arrived at the pharmacy, put his cane aside, and walked briskly, pouring the powder into a small jar and not knowing what to do any more.

It's a pity that Nangong Ling, who was discussing things in the lobby, hadn't found out yet, and if he knew, he would be shocked. He was in such close contact with the old man, he didn't feel the deep internal force, and he also felt the weakness of the old man's body, even if he saw it with his own eyes, he probably couldn't believe it.