At such a close distance, with the eyesight of any martial cultivator, it is impossible to see clearly, let alone Lu Qiming. At this time, the handwriting of the scroll was blurred, and no matter how Lu Qiming looked at it, he couldn't see a single word.

"Strange! I can't see clearly. Fengzi of Anji Commercial Bank approached the two of them, and followed the two of them to squeeze their eyebrows at those books - it turned out that Fengzi had already been in the crowd, and when he saw Lu Qiming, he squeezed over.

"It's Brother Fengzi," Lu Qiming saw that he was sweating profusely, and smiled: "Why are you here too?

"The eldest sister said, staring here is the most important job for my Fengzi!" Fengzi patted his chest vigorously, and said mysteriously: "Don't say it, this old man is really a little evil!"

"What?" Lu Qiming answered casually.

"Brother Lu, you also watched it just now, no matter how close we stand, we can't see any words!But this is not the weirdest!" Fengzi stared at the round eyes, and said strangely: "The strangest thing is that those newcomers who come to answer the questions know the rules as soon as they sit down, and they can see the book clearly, but!

Lu Qiming nodded, he had heard Li Hongyue say it before. But when he got closer, he didn't feel the fluctuation of the technique at all. He sighed in his heart, who is this?

"Let me say, what's there to keep secret about this bit of! Take the book and the pen, and exchange it for just two or three test methods! Who can't guess it!" Fengzi scoffed.

Naturally, the content of the book should be kept secret, Lu Qiming thought.

"And, most importantly, I think that old man is unreliable," Fengzi said in a low voice, "I think that old man is dumb!"

"Huh?" Song Ping'an's eyes widened on the side. Lu Qiming was really surprised.

"I heard that this old man has never said a word since he came to the present! You say that he is a dumb person, how can he accept apprentices!

Lu Qiming quietly glanced at the brocade-clothed old man over there, and saw that his beard shook twice, and couldn't help but laugh in his heart - although Fengzi's voice was small, how could the old man not hear it. Sure enough, the old man suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at Fengzi coldly, "Don't be impatient!"

"My God! He actually spoke! He still said it to me!" Fengzi had a dreamlike expression on his face and muttered, "I'm so smart, no wonder the eldest sister is afraid of me talking......"

Lu Qiming couldn't help but smile, stood aside and nodded in agreement.

......

On the other hand, the time limit for the previous few people has arrived. Not surprisingly, the old man casually returned his hand and asked them to leave quickly, and as for the pages full of words, he didn't even bother to look at them, and just put them away at will.

Looking around, the old man in brocade motioned for the new challengers to step forward.

Recently, this matter has spread more widely and more mysteriously, and the elixir promised to give away is really rich, indicating that although there are not too many challengers, there is also a steady stream. At this time, there were three other people who stepped forward with Lu Qiming.

The old man lit a new stick of incense and continued to sit down and close his eyes. The four of them seemed to have heard something, and their expressions were a little strange. The other three seemed to be surprised and relaxed, while Lu Qiming raised his eyebrows and frowned.

This scene was quieter than ever, and everyone was staring at Lu Qiming tightly, with some expectations - no one had made it for so long, and everyone was a little tired.

Song Ping'an was also a little nervous by this atmosphere, and there was no one she knew here, so she whispered to Fengzi: "Do you say that Lu Gongzi can do it?"

"If Brother Lu can't do it, then no one really can!" Fengzi is one of the people who are most familiar with Lu Qiming here in the twilight journey, and he has seen a lot of his miraculous medical skills, so he is full of confidence. However, thinking of the weirdness of this old doctor, he added: "Even if Brother Lu hasn't given it, it's always much better than others!"

Song Ping'an nodded and set his eyes on Lu Qiming.

However, Fengzi completely guessed wrong this time.

Time flies, the incense ash is falling, and in the blink of an eye, half a pillar of incense has passed—the crowd's chatter is getting louder and louder—and the people on the twilight road look at Lu Qiming in disbelief.

"What's wrong with the little miracle doctor? Half the time is gone!"

"Hey, I'll just say that he must have been touted, what real skills can he have at such a young age!"

"Isn't that book too difficult...... The prescriptions that the little divine doctor prescribed to us are not valuable medicinal materials, maybe he won't ......"

"Is it that the question that person gave us little miracle doctor is different! He must have deliberately embarrassed him! Who doesn't know the twilight of the little miracle doctor's medical skills!"

In the open space in front of them, the other three people were all flying with their pens, and they had already written three or four pages quickly, and then looked at Lu Qiming - he was holding the book with a focused expression as if he was enchanted, the pen was thrown aside, and there was not a word on the paper so far!

"What's going on, you must come on!" Song Ping'an clenched his hands into fists, silently thinking in his heart, eager to step forward and replace him.

......

Lu Qiming didn't know what everyone else was thinking, and he didn't have time to know about these useless things, he had already been deeply immersed in this medical book.

When he first knew the request of the old man in brocade, he couldn't help but be surprised—he actually asked them to write down something they didn't understand in the book!

According to the old man, the medical book in front of them was the work of a hermit who had figured it out by himself behind closed doors, many of which were wrong, and had used a great deal of his own fabrication, but there were also many merits in the book, which they could not bear to discard. The old man asked them, the challengers, to mark the inconsistencies with the current medical theory, which not only tested their basic skills, but also helped the old man to further revise.

Hearing this, Lu Qiming intuitively felt that there must be a trap! If this question is really so simple, how can no one have succeeded so far? Lu Qiming can easily think of it, and it is naturally not difficult for others; however, when everyone reads the book, it is indeed exactly as the old man described, so they have no choice but to believe it, just as the old man is too demanding.

However, Lu Qiming really had a different feeling.

"Volume 1 61 Chang Xuan"

"The mysterious, the ancestor of nature, and the great sect of all things. It is also deep, so it is called micro. It is far away, so it is called Miaoyan. Its height is crowned with nine heavens, and its expanses are shrouded in eight corners. Light as the sun and the moon, as fast as the electric gallop......"

"The Nine Dans, the key to immortality, what ordinary people should see and hear, ten thousand trillion stupid, only know greed for wealth and nobility, isn't it the walking corpse? The name of the first Dan is called Danhua. First make Xuanhuang, use realgar water, Rong salt, brine salt, stone, oysters, red stone grease...... I thought that the mud of June 1, the thirty-sixth day of fire......"

The way this book is expressed in a rather strange way, which is very different from today, and anyone who reads it will find it awkward and obscure. And Lu Qiming actually watched more and more freely, and the more he read, the more comfortable he became—he felt that the opinions in many of them coincided with what he thought in his heart. The methods of medicine and refining in the book were also very subtle, far more than he had learned, but strangely he seemed to understand the author's ideas at once—he was eager to try them at once.

The more Lu Qiming looked at it, the more he liked it, and he directly left behind the original intention of coming here, and the whole person got into the book, and he couldn't even hear the slightest sound of outsiders' discussions.

......

This book is not thick, and the time for half a pillar of incense is enough for Lu Qiming to read it thoroughly.

After reading the last page with unfinished reading, Lu Qiming half-covered the book and experienced it carefully. He thought it was funny in his heart - sure enough, the old man was a monster - this book is not wrong at all, it is easy to understand, where is it difficult to understand?

At the same time, more and more familiarity made him sure that he had read this book before, at least as an author—but when and where? He couldn't remember for a moment that if it was a collection of books at home, such precious medical books, Lu Qiming would usually mark them.

Before he could think about it, the scroll in his hand suddenly disappeared - Lu Qiming's scalp was numb, and he subconsciously looked to his side - it was him again!

At this time, it was daytime, and the black shadow was standing on Lu Qiming's side, and his figure was clearer - thin, more than a head lower than Lu Qiming. But Lu Qiming found through the afterglow that except for himself, no one else could see the existence of the black shadow!

The black shadow's hand was the scroll that Lu Qiming had just held.

Lu Qiming suddenly had a brush in his right hand, and for the first time he heard the sound of a black shadow in his ears - it was a pity that it was vague and ethereal, and it was difficult to distinguish between men, women and children. I only heard him say coldly: "'Nine Light Pill' production method?"

Lu Qiming was slandered in his heart, but he knew that he couldn't be reckless in front of this person, so he smiled bitterly and frowned. Fortunately, his memory has always been reliable - he wrote with a pen: "When all medicines are combined with fire, in order to turn five ......"

"Xuanming Dragon Ointment?" The black shadow didn't care how much Lu Qiming wrote, and read the new noun to himself.

Lu Qiming's expression froze, and his heart was extremely irritable--this black shadow didn't know where it was sacred, no matter how indiscriminate, he would be forced to force each other as soon as they met, and now he came to play these boring tricks again! Lu Qiming's current cultivation is not as good as it, but his talent is good enough, as long as he puts ......

The qi blade flashed, and a strand of broken hair floated down Lu Qiming's forehead. The black shadow read again: "Zhu Huodan?"

Lu Qiming took a deep breath, and didn't have time to think about something that he didn't have, so he buried his head in the book.

"Take the thousand-year-old juice and alum peach juice to drown the pill, and practice honey to cover its ......"

"White Honey Pill!"

"Qinglu Elixir!"

Lu Qiming: "......"

The shadow spoke faster and faster, and then he could barely stop reading it in one breath! If he wrote at the speed of an ordinary person, it would never be possible to keep up. Lu Qiming had no choice but to use his internal strength - he gradually strengthened from the beginning of martial arts, and it was not until the end that he used the strength of a martial artist to barely keep up.

"Scattered by a hundred winds!" Black Shadow's whole purpose at this time seemed to be to test his writing speed, and his speech speed was a little faster again!

"Those who take the unborn feathers of the black eagle will ...... it with the truth" Lu Qiming's pen tip was so fast that it had turned into a virtual shadow.

"Taiyi Soul Conjuring Pill!"

Lu Qiming's head was slightly sweating - he was able to remember so much was already extraordinary. Sure enough, when the shadow asked this, a moment of confusion appeared in his mind—as if he had woken up and tried to recall the dream but could only remember a few fragments. Seeing that the black shadow was about to continue reading, he picked up his pen and sketched a few lines without thinking—but it was completely subconscious, and he didn't know what he was writing.

"Nine Birth Pills!" the black shadow ignored it and continued to read endlessly.

......

After the onlookers saw the half-pillar of incense, Lu Qiming seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and the pen was like a divine help, the ink flew, and the paper changed one after another in the blink of an eye, and couldn't help cheering.

"It's a little miracle doctor! You see, how fast it is written!"

"I know the character of the little miracle doctor, he deliberately scared us before!"

......

A stick of incense finally burned out.

Lu Qiming let out a long sigh of relief, and almost lay directly on the ground. He rubbed his numb arm and frowned slightly-his body was much worse than a normal martial artist, and he couldn't use the strength level of a martial artist for a long time, but he didn't expect to make repeated exceptions recently.

However, this pen ...... Lu Qiming took it and put it under the table, and as soon as he let go, the pen barrel instantly burst out like sand. It turned out that Lu Qiming was in a hurry to write just now, and he couldn't control his strength, so he shook this wooden pen shaft into flying ashes!

Unexpectedly, at this time, a gust of wind blew - Lu Qiming raised his eyebrows, stood up and patted the hem of his clothes.

Lu Qiming suddenly felt a sharp gaze probing and staring at him. He looked back and saw that it was the old man in brocade. I saw that the old man was holding a few pages of paper written by Lu Qiming before, looking at his gaze, he was surprised, as if Lu Qiming had done something strange.

Wasn't it the rules they had discussed? Lu Qiming pondered, but couldn't think of anything out of the ordinary—he never believed that the old man could be shocked by just writing something.

The old man in brocade immediately came back to his senses. He put away Lu Qiming's answer alone, waved his hand to drive away the other three, got up and said, "Start the second question." ”