The whole villa was empty and there was no sound at all.

Third floor.

Long Zheng opened the room, Mo Qian walked in, the whole room was decorated in an ancient style, it seemed that the owner of the room liked ancient paintings very much.

There are many ink paintings on the wall, but none of them have seals, which should be the owner's hobby.

"My granddaughter, named Long Ya, was lying on the bed, and when she got up in the morning, she ate some porridge that my wife made for her and went upstairs to sleep. Long Zheng pointed to the young girl lying on the bed, and his tone was a little anxious.

"Yes!"

Mo Qian nodded and walked over, sitting on the bench with his eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Long Ya on the bed.

It's beautiful!

This is a very quiet beauty, with a face as delicate as jade, as if a fairy came out of a painting, and her personality must be very gentle. This kind of beauty is the weakness of ancient women, which makes people look distressed.

At this time, Long Ya was lying quietly on the bed, her eyes were tightly closed, her long hair was waist-length like a sleeping beauty in a fairy tale.

"Huh?"

Mo Qian stretched out his hand and grabbed Long Ya's arm, placing three fingers on her pulse.

The pulse is normal, but why is there such a severe drowsiness?

"Mo Qian Xiaoyou, don't take it, the physical characteristics are normal. I also used to force my granddaughter to get out of bed and go out. But while walking, he suddenly crawled to the ground and fell unconscious. Eat and sleep when you wake up!" Long Zheng said helplessly.

"It's weird. ”

Mo Qian closed his eyes, and the incurable diseases in the Yellow Emperor's internal scripture came to mind, and after a few minutes, he suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.

Rustle...

Mo Qian kept looking at the decoration in the room, and one of the landscape paintings caught his attention.

The painting is very meaningful, a mountain, a woman standing on the top of the lake looking at the lake below, the painting can be described as vivid, very realistic. What's even more special is this.

There is a stamp on this painting!

There are more than a dozen paintings in the whole room, large and small, but this one has a seal, and the scarlet seal has a small seal font written on it - ghost painting Taoist.

Tear and pull!

Mo Qian took it off and tore it off directly, and Long Zheng didn't dare to disturb Mo Qian's strange movements, and stood quietly on the side and waited.

Tear and pull!

Tear and pull!

The sound of tearing paper was endless, and Mo Qian saved the woman in the painting, sitting solemnly on the stool and holding the woman in the painting.

The slender fingers gently moved the arm of the woman in the animation.

Long Ya's arm was also raised!

"This!" Ryuzheng's eyes widened.

What's going on?

Mo Qian moved the woman's head in the animation again to make it lift up, and Long Ya, who was lying on the bed, also sat up, exactly the same as the woman's movements in the painting that Mo Qian tore off.

It seems that Long Ya is the woman in the painting, and the woman in the painting is Long Ya.

Mo Qian has basically determined that someone is harming Long Ya, it should be a certain cultivator with advanced cultivation, and the exercises he cultivates are quite weird, and he controls people according to his paintings.

It's just that if it's harmful, why don't you kill Long Ya?

It's even more straightforward!

Tear and pull!

Mo Qian tore off the woman in the painting, and Long Ya lay on the bed and fell asleep peacefully.

"She'll wake up soon. Mo Qian said in a deep voice, clapped his hands and stood up, staring at Long Zheng with blazing eyes.

"Senior Long, someone wants to harm Long Ya, it's not sick!"

What the?!

Long Zheng's eyes widened, and he was petrified on the spot.

"It's just that I'm very puzzled, since it's harming Long Ya, why don't you just kill her?You are my master's friend, I believe the master will let me help you, if you don't mind, please tell me the truth!" Mo Qian said bluntly.

Because before going down the mountain, the Northern Underworld Daoist had told Mo Qian that if Long Zheng was in trouble, he would help!

"When will my granddaughter wake up?" said Long Zheng, swallowing his saliva.

"Half an hour, it will be very weak when you wake up, and you can prepare a few doses of Chinese medicine for her when the time comes!" Mo Qian glanced at Long Ya and said without joy or sorrow.

"Let's go downstairs and talk. ”

Long Zheng's eyes were full of hesitation, and he seemed to be much older invisibly, and said in a gesture of please. Mo Qian nodded, and the two came downstairs together.

It just so happened that an old woman downstairs who looked very kind was sitting downstairs with a bun, which should be Long Zheng's wife.

"My granddaughter is about to wake up, you go to the Chinese medicine pharmacy to grab a few doses of Chinese medicine to nourish the body, I'm afraid that she can't stand it when she recovers from a serious illness. Long Zheng deliberately left his wife and sat in the chair.

The morning was simple and as was the décor of the room.

Three bowls of porridge and two steamed buns.

"Let's eat first. Long Zheng handed Mo Qian a pair of chopsticks, and Mo Qian was not polite and ate directly.

Long Zheng had no appetite, and sat down on the table with a wry smile.

"Mo Qian Xiaoyou, do you know how I met your master, the Northern Underworld? Decades ago, I was an unscrupulous gangster, when your master wandered away from the world, and I was stabbed several times in order to save a little girl! At the critical moment, your master drove out those traffickers, treated me, and gave me a book on traditional Chinese medicine. ”

"That's when my life was turned upside down. After several years of study, I have memorized this book. I happened to save a rich woman, and later became my wife. ”

"It is precisely because of this book that my granddaughter was plotted!"

That's the point!!

"Oh, what book?" Mo Qian asked suspiciously, he had read all the master's library pavilions, what books had such value?

"The notes of the real people of the Northern Darkness!" Long Zheng said word by word.

"Master's notes?! That does have that value. ”

Mo Qian drank the porridge in the bowl and said approvingly, his master, the Northern Underworld Daoist, can be said to be the most proficient person in the world in medical skills, and is known as Hua Tuo in the world.

As long as there is still one breath, his master can save him.

And the master's notes are naturally priceless.

"Senior Long, who is the person who threatens you?" Mo Qian asked after eating a small steamed bun.

Strictly speaking, Long Zheng is half of the apprentice accepted by the master, after all, the medical notes are given to Long Zheng, since they are both senior brothers, Mo Qian must help him!

"The Zhang family of the three old families in Jiangnan!" Long Zheng heard Mo Qian's tone and wanted to help him, and hurriedly said.

"Zhang's family is the largest Chinese medicine manufacturer in Jiangnan City, and their head is a person who is proficient in medical skills, in fact, if he asks me for notes, I won't be so stingy!

"They're studying the living dead!"

"I was once invited, and I declined!"

Long Zheng said in disgust.

The living dead, strictly speaking, is the removal of an organ of the human body, and then the use of animal body links.

For example, if a person's arm is cut off by some means and attached to the tiger's front paws, then the person will have the strength and sharp claws of a tiger.

The living dead and the living dead, this kind of living, is no different from the dead.

Mo Qian's eyes narrowed slightly, reflecting the cold light!!