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In the half a year that he lived in the Fulai Inn, Lu Mansheng not only went up the mountain to collect medicine, but was occasionally invited by Yu Lusheng to see people. She would spend at least two hours a day studying ancient medical books and classics to understand the level of medical skills of this era.

Although she said that she didn't want to go down this path, it would be a waste of time not to find something to do.

The Lusheng Pharmacy has a large library with many medical books compiled by famous scholars, and Yu Zhou took her to see it. Lu Mansheng unexpectedly stayed in the asparagus pharmacy for half a day, Yu Zhou knew in his heart, and when Lu Mansheng came here, he would take her there.

And tell her which book you have taken a fancy to, just take it and read it, and then put it back in place after reading it.

Lu Mansheng was not polite to him, every time he went to the asparagus pharmacy, he would always bring a few books he liked and put them at the bedside when he came back.

After a long night, Lu Mansheng leaned on the head of the bed, poring over the books. Integrate what you have learned from the book with what she has learned and use it for her.

For nearly 200 days and nights, Lu Mansheng relied on these books to spend quiet and cold nights. Sometimes when I get tired of reading, I hold these books and fall asleep against the head of the bed.

Early in the morning, when the first rays of dawn hit her face, Lu Mansheng woke up in a trance. Insert a simple note in the book, close the book, carry the medicine basket, walk out of the inn, and continue with your day.

Day after day, repeating the same life, Lu Mansheng lived his life mechanically. The shopkeeper said that she was a lonely person, and that the Fulai Inn had never had such a guest before. There may not be any more in the future.

On the side, Xiao Huo, who was watching Lu Mansheng's back, was unexpectedly behind the shopkeeper's words. A sentence came out that did not suit his temperament: she was not lonely, but deliberately endured loneliness.

Don't let anyone enter their own lives, and treat the surrounding ones as a bystander. It's not so much that she's lonely, it's that she's deliberately punishing herself.

What a strange person!

Lu Mansheng was not in the room, in the empty room, at the head of the single bed. There are several yellowed ancient books piled up. These ancient books have witnessed the two hundred days and nights that Lu Mansheng spent alone alone, and also witnessed the enthusiasm and flame that has never really been extinguished in her heart.

There is a fire on the body and it burns again. Gong San buried himself deep in the black warm water, he no longer had the strength to struggle, the faint light in the corners of his eyes was slowly closed, and he let the darkness engulf him.

"Third master! Third Master-" Meng Lingdong stood behind Gong San. Feel the great pain of the master. Falling to one knee on the ground, clubbing the sword, the bottomless black pupil staring at the deep night. A curtain of rain fell from the sky and swept the whole world.

The sound of the muddy water being hit and flying came, and at the end of the darkness, a figure ran out, with a dazzling dawn, piercing the darkness in Meng Lingdong's eyes. Burns his eyes.

A wolf figure ran into the house, his hair wet. Draped over the face and ticking down the cheeks. Where she stood, in the blink of an eye, it flowed into a stream.

"Road, Road girl!" At this moment, it was as if time was in pain.

Meng Lingdong took a long time to find his voice, and Huo Di stood up. Because the movement was too violent, his leg was stabbed by a force.

Lu Mansheng stood in place, not moving for a long time. Meng Lingdong came to her side and was shocked to find that Lu Mansheng was standing in that place, panting lowly.

Her face was covered with long wet hair, the veil on which was already stained with mud and sand, and Lu Mansheng struggled to calm his breathing. When she could control the messy aura, she raised her head and looked at the person in front of her with her usual cold eyes.

"Remember to cooperate with me later." Lu Mansheng walked past Meng Lingdong and left such a sentence.

Meng Lingdong's eyes widened, she meant to say, she said...... Does she have a way?

Meng Lingdong turned around to ask her for confirmation, but Lu Mansheng had come to the only table in this room. Only then did Meng Lingdong discover that in Lu Mansheng's hand, he was holding a handful of peculiar flowers and plants.

Pour a cup of tea from the teapot on the table and rub the herbs in your hand in the palm of your hand. Slowly, the herbs ooze juice and drip into the teacup.

"Feed him, quick!"

Meng Lingdong nodded intuitively, and didn't ask what was in the teacup and whether the third master could drink it. Instead, according to Lu Mansheng's instructions, he took the teacup, came to the wooden barrel, pinched Gong San's teeth, and fed the cup of tea soaked with medicinal juice into Gong San's mouth without a drop.

There was a swallowing movement in his throat, Meng Lingdong was overjoyed, and the third master was still conscious.

Then, Lu Mansheng made another move that made Meng Lingdong almost draw his sword.

Lu Mansheng turned his palm into a knife and slapped it fiercely at the Neiguan acupoint, one of the commonly used acupoints of the Gong Sanshou Yin Pericardial Sutra. This palm slapped so hard and violently that before Meng Lingdong could react, the palm technique had already been slapped on Gong Xun's acupuncture points.

The reason why Meng Lingdong didn't react was because he didn't think that Lu Mansheng would do this. She ran back so hard, it was impossible for her to give the third master a palm. It's stupid and can't figure it out.

On the other hand, when he was about to ask for sin, what happened next made him completely forget how to react.

Gong San, who was still a withered image a moment ago, suddenly retched, and black water spurted out of his mouth, again and again.

That kind of retching is like eating a centuries-old bed bug, so disgusting that you just want to vomit everything in your stomach.

Lu Mansheng stood next to him and did not move, allowing him to vomit.

Meng Lingdong didn't step forward, he didn't stand still, he didn't know what happened to his master. He only knew that if his master died, he would kill himself on the spot to compensate for his inadequate protection.

Lu Mansheng looked at this qiē quietly, and Meng Lingdong's reaction also fell into her eyes.

This guard, who was silent and quiet as a shadow, had never been so out of shape or nervous.

His loyalty to his master is more important than a qiē.

Meng Lingdong retched for more than an hour, never knowing that a person had so many things to vomit. After throwing up, there was nothing but retching.

But it's strange to say, as the black matter in his body spits out, Gong San's pale face like a ghost slowly returned to a trace of anger.

Lu Mansheng returned to the table, leaving a prescription, which was pressed with a tea lid, and sounded in the stormy night.

"After half an hour, help him up, but luck can help him to breathe. After waking up, boil medicine for him according to the prescription, three bowls a day, and swallow it in one bite. For ten days in a row, all the sickness should be gone—"

Meng Lingdong looked at the words left behind after a prescription, and then looked at the person who disappeared in the rain curtain, and did not come back to his senses for a long time.

………… (To be continued......)