Luo Wushuang punched Yafeng's nose, Yafeng was instantly knocked down by a punch, as if Luo Wushuang's last punch had crushed all Yafeng's pride, Yafeng lay on the ground and never stood up again, he looked at the starry night sky with some distraction, and forgot to wipe the nosebleed from his lips.

Miao Jin looked at Ya Feng, who was like a lying corpse, and pursed her lips and laughed without sympathy, Luo Wushuang shook his right hand, pretending to feel that hand-to-hand combat was still quite painful.

After Luo Wushuang and Miaojin exchanged pleasantries for a while, they completely ignored Yafeng who was lying on the ground, and walked into the wing room with a tacit understanding, and no one needed to notice the tears flickering in the corners of Yafeng's eyes.

Luo Wushuang walked into the wing, Jun Mubai was lying on the bed in white clothes, his expression was very quiet, and it was not as serious as Luo Wushuang imagined.

Miaojin walked to the table, poured a cup of hot tea for Luo Wushuang, and said, "The master of the medicine house took the medicine boy into the mountain to look for medicine. ”

Luo Wushuang took the hot tea and smiled at Miaojin to show his gratitude. Said: "The master of this medicine house should have good medical skills, how sure is that Gu?"

Miao Jin smiled gently and said, "The owner of this medicine house is the first medical immortal of the legend of the rivers and lakes - He Qilin. ”

Luo Wushuang hadn't heard of it at all, but the person who could make Jun Mubai pause the pain was also very powerful, and said, "Then this time you can completely remove the Gu?"

When Miao Jin was about to say something, Jun Mubai, who was lying on the bed, began to be restless, Miao Jin hurriedly walked over to point a few big points of the lord Jun Mubai, but Jun Mubai couldn't stop spasms, the green tendons on his neck burst out, and his eyes rolled up, Luo Wushuang looked closer this time and found that Jun Mubai's eyes were precipitated with black under his eyes, and his arms were also covered with silver needles, and his body was wrapped with white cloth.

Luo Wushuang knew that it was the wound left by Jun Mubai's encirclement and suppression, she couldn't bear to look at it anymore, turned around and walked out of the room, and after half an hour, Miao Jin came out of the room, already tired and sweating profusely, Luo Wushuang leaned on the pillar and did not speak.

"There is no way to solve Fu Tu Hua, and he will follow the person in the Gu for a lifetime." Miaojin's voice was sad.

Luo Wushuang still didn't speak, looked at the man who was sleeping in the room, and said, "Where does this Gu come from?" What are the side effects?"

Miao Jin thought about it for a while, and seemed to be hesitating to talk to Luo Wushuang about Jun Mubai's death hole, Luo Mi saw Miao Jin's hesitation, and she said, "If you feel embarrassed, don't say it." ”

Miao Jin shook her head slightly, and after a while, she still decided to tell Luo Wushuang that Luo Wushuang's performance towards the Phoenix Lord along the way, especially at the last moment, decided to sacrifice her life to save the Phoenix Lord, it was enough. She said slowly: "This Gu comes from Southern Xinjiang, and the pain is usually unbearable, but the Phoenix Lord has never shown it. However, the biggest harm of this Gu is the confusion of people's hearts, the Phoenix Lord doesn't want to become a bloodthirsty person, and he tries his best to suppress it on weekdays, but he can't resist the occasional backlash of this Gu, and occasionally loses his mind, just like a child."

Luo Wushuang's pupils tightened, recalling what happened that day on the willow bank of the green embankment. She asked, "Jun Mubai must wear red clothes when he drinks, he must also be affected by this Gu, right?"

Miaojin nodded and shook his head again: "The Phoenix Lord must change his red clothes when he drinks to commemorate." ”

Luo Wushuang couldn't figure out what she heard when she heard this, but she didn't dig deeper, and said, "If this Gu goes to Southern Xinjiang to trace the source, there must be one or two methods." ”

Miao Jin sighed slightly, she didn't want to hit Luo Wushuang's hope, Southern Xinjiang had already been visited countless times by the people in the pavilion, without exception, without any hope.

After the two parted, Luo Wushuang had no sleep, she lay on the table full of medical books, and the paper she wrote fell everywhere around the table, and the words on the paper were densely piled together.

But as soon as Luo Wushuang finished writing a piece of paper, he instantly crumpled it into a ball and threw it out, just hitting the person's chest, Ya Feng watched Luo Wushuang's hair being grabbed into a chicken nest shape, looking haggard, and secretly feeling funny, but since last night, Ya Feng decided not to dare to provoke the young man in front of him.

Ya Feng unfolded the paper ball in his hand, and the handwriting on it was so wild that he couldn't recognize it, and he could only vaguely distinguish the words 'Gu', 'Jun Mubai' and 'Song'.

"What are you writing in this dragon and phoenix dance?" Cliff Wind said.

"Was it cool yesterday?" Luo Wushuang didn't raise his head.

The corners of Yafeng's mouth twitched, and he replied calmly: "No matter how strong the cool breeze in summer is, Yafeng is very happy." ”

"That's right, this isn't a medicine store, even if you get cold, just grab a few pieces of medicine and deal with it." Luo Wushuang continued to strike at the Cliff Wind Channel.

Yafeng deeply felt that Luo Wushuang was not at all a level that he could provoke, the shadow of the Phoenix Lord on this guy was getting heavier and heavier, and he couldn't pick out the thorns if he was angry, Yafeng took a deep breath and said with a smile: "Don't bother you, you continue, continue hehe." ”

Luo Wushuang waved at Yafeng like a fly, Yafeng exited the medical study of the medicine house with a weird smile, someone will come to clean up your demon king later, Doctor He's temper is very weird, and he doesn't like people to use his medical study the most.

Luo Wushuang was so focused on what he was doing that he didn't notice when someone came in. The rickety little old man in a gray robe had his hands behind his back, looking through the books here, dusting off the ashes there, but Luo Wushuang was still staring intently at the paper in front of him, and the little old man was very curious to approach Luo Wushuang and look at what was written on the paper.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy appeared at the door, and when he saw Luo Wushuang occupying his husband's main seat, he shouted anxiously: "Who are you!"

Luo Wushuang glanced at the door and ignored him, the medicine boy was anxious, pointed in Luo Wushuang's direction and said, "What about you!"

Luo Wushuang perfunctorily pushed his elbow against the person next to him this time, and said, "What about you." ”

The little old man in the gray robe was very interesting, this is the second time I have seen this girl, right? He nodded with a smile and said, "I should mean you, right?"

"It must be you, I know the owner of this medicine house very well." Luo Wushuang was still busy with his movements, obviously not having time to deal with the two.

"Who do you say, Poria cocos?" The gray-robed little old man asked.

"Naturally, the ignorant kid next to Mr. is the one who said." Poria bowed slightly to the gray-robed man.

"Huh?" Luo Wushuang stopped his pen at this time, and looked at the gray-robed old man standing next to him, the old man looked like a kind person with a fairy wind and bones.

Luo Wushuang smiled and said, "Hehe, this is the famous medical immortal - Mr. He Qilin, right?"

The gray-robed old man squinted his eyes and nodded very proudly, but the little old man pouted and looked dissatisfied with Luo Wushuang's appearance of occupying his desk, Luo Wushuang instantly made room for him, and made a gesture of invitation to He Qilin very respectfully.

"Is the old man's desk still good?" He Qilin swept with a feather duster like a child, and after sweeping away Luo Wushuang's traces, he slowly sat down in the chair.

"Hmm, how can I say this, it's a pity," Luo said without any reason, and glanced around the desk with his hands on his chest.