Qin Feng was lying on the bed, his hands and feet were tied tightly, and two pieces of fabric, one black and one white, were stuffed in his mouth.

Qin An said that the reason why the fortress was white cloth was because he was afraid that the eldest brother would lose his heart and go crazy and bite his tongue and commit suicide.

Erniang felt reasonable, and felt that a piece of white cloth was not tight enough, so she stuffed another piece of black cloth.

Qin Jian'an originally wanted to stuff another piece, but after several attempts, he found that he really couldn't stuff it, so he could only shake his head regretfully, as if he, the head of the family, had been compared......

Qin Feng on the bed was extremely uncomfortable, he could only keep struggling, the gray-haired Doctor Song was still constantly checking the whites of his eyes over there, and his upper body was also filled with silver needles of different lengths, looking like a hedgehog.

Qin Feng was full of grievances, but he couldn't say anything about his suffering, so he could only sprinkle all his qi onto the Wenqi waterfall in the sea of gods!

He clearly saw that the waterfall was filled with a literary atmosphere, and he also clearly saw the waterfall appear white, but why did the literary atmosphere suddenly shrink to one-tenth of the original one?

Doesn't this mean that in order to truly fill the waterfall, you need to memorize at least 90,000 more books?

Are you kidding!

It is no wonder that few people in Daqian study the Wensheng Taoist system, and if you want to memorize 10,000 books, it will take more than ten years of hard work and 100,000 books...... Wait for the back of the rolling melon to be ripe, and half of your feet will step into the coffin board, okay!

After complaining in his heart, Qin Feng calmed down a bit, anyway, he had these eyes, and he memorized 90,000 books, but it was only ten days of effort.

Now the question is, he has memorized the books in the library, where can he find the rest of the books?

You must know that Daqian admires martial arts rather than literature, and it is not easy to find so many books......

At this moment, Qin Feng suddenly found that Cang Feilan, the demon slayer who had been invited by her father, was standing motionless in the middle of the house all the time, and her pale cyan eyes were also staring at him from beginning to end.

What's going on? Could it be that she was finally impressed by my handsome appearance?

Qin Feng was a little excited, after all, a heroic beauty like Cang Feilan was just right for his taste!

Not to mention anything else, just with that pair of long legs wrapped in blue-black trousers, he can play for the rest of his life without getting tired!

But in addition to being excited, Qin Feng glanced at himself from the corner of his eye, at this moment, he couldn't match handsomeness.

A terrible thought suddenly came to her, could she ...... Have a particular fetish?

Qin Feng was full of excitement, if this was the case, would he have to resist desperately at that time, or would he close his eyes and bear it silently?

It's really tangled......

"Miss Cang, is my son's soul damaged?" Qin Jian'an asked.

Hearing this, Cang Feilan shook her head: "The three souls and seven spirits are all there, and they are not damaged. ”

"Doctor Song, do you see anything?" Erniang asked anxiously.

The gray-haired old man shook his head: "I checked Qin Gongzi's body, and everything is normal. ”

Qin Feng nodded desperately, expressing his approval, this old man can be regarded as having some medical skills.

Who knew that the other party's words changed: "But listening to your description, Qin Gongzi's soul is here, but he is acting strangely and talking crazy, it is very likely that he was overfrightened and had hysteria a few days ago."

The old man suggested that he tie Qin Gongzi to the bed like this, observe it for a while longer, and wait until Qin Gongzi's condition improves, and then loosen his tie. ”

Qin Feng's eyes widened, quack, you quack!

Immediately, the struggle became more violent, and the mouth kept making a mumping sound.

Seeing this, Doctor Song hurriedly greeted: "Quick, hold him down, he has another attack!" ”

"Let me come!" Qin Jian'an took out a wrist-thick hemp rope out of nowhere, fixed Qin Feng's whole person on the bed, and a satisfied smile suddenly appeared on his face.

At this moment, Cang Feilan suddenly spoke: "I think he has something to say, it's better to take out the cloth stuffed in his mouth, listen to what he has to say, and then it's not too late to make a judgment." ”

Qin Feng nodded desperately.

"But what if the cloth is taken out, the eldest brother loses his heart and goes crazy, bites his tongue and commits suicide?" Qin An expressed uneasiness.

"It's okay, if it's not right, I'll stuff the cloth back again!" Qin Jian'an took out a piece of linen cloth from his arms, revealing an eager expression.

"That's all there is to it."

The fabric in his mouth was taken out, Qin Feng exhaled heavily, in order to prevent himself from being mistaken for hysteria again, he tried his best to calm his tone: "Dad, mother, second brother, I'm not sick, I really touched the threshold of Wensheng Jiupin at that time, so I shouted excitedly, you have to believe me." ”

Doctor Song immediately shook his head: "People who have hysteria often say that they are not sick, Master Qin, this is not credible. ”

"I think so too, so I shoved a sackcloth into his mouth?"

"Wait!" Qin Feng stopped it loudly, it seemed that it was useless to defend himself at the moment, and he had to find a way to prove himself.

He tilted his head to look at Dr. Song, and suddenly there was a golden light in his eyes, and he knew the other party's physical condition in an instant.

"Doctor Song, are you often cold hands and feet, dizziness and fever at night, and sometimes you will get dizzy when you squat down and stand up again!"

Doctor Song looked surprised, and immediately trembled: "You, how do you know!" ”

"Heh, the so-called pulse is slow, blood does not nourish sweat, tongue is white, blood does not nourish liver, you are clearly a manifestation of weakness of qi and blood."

"This ...... So how do I heal? ”

The corners of Qin Feng's mouth raised slightly: "It's very simple, according to the book "Miscellaneous Talks on Hundred Diseases", like you, you should use five coins of Aracea, one and a half coins of Baiyi, two coins of Tuchou Xingma, and one or two of Prunella vulgaris, use coltsfoot flowers as medicine guides, and then use civil and military fire to fry each other repeatedly, and finally boil eight bowls of water into a bowl to ensure that the medicine is eliminated." ”

"Is there such a thing? No, it's impossible, I've also read the book "Miscellaneous Conversations", and I don't remember this description. Doctor Song's expression changed, how could he, an old doctor, admit that his skills were inferior!

"If you want to judge whether what I said is wrong, wait a look, Qing'er, you go to the library, enter the third bookcase on the right hand side of the door, the fourth row, and take the seventh book placed on it!"

Qing'er left in response, and the rest of the people were shocked, there were dozens of bookcases in the library room, hiding thousands of books, how could Qin Feng remember the location of the books so clearly?

It didn't take long for Qing'er to get "Miscellaneous Conversations" back.

Qin Feng looked confident: "Doctor Song, you turn to page thirty-seven of the book and see what is written in the seventh line." ”

Doctor Song was still a little incredulous, he slowly opened the book, and the rest of them were also curious, looking at the pages.

As a result, the location of the content was exactly what Qin Feng said!

Syllable!

The book fell to the ground, and Doctor Song's body staggered.

"I didn't expect that the old man had been studying medicine for decades, and it was not as good as ..... Master Qin, Master Qin has a clear mind, and he really doesn't have hysteria when he thinks about it, and he is ...... old age Retired first. ”

Qin Jian'an wanted to comfort a few words, but he didn't know how to speak, so he could only say "walk slowly", and then he glanced at the linen cloth in his hand and reluctantly stuffed it back into his waist.

Seeing this, Qin Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief, and at this moment, in his divine sea, a wisp of literary aura suddenly grew, and it became more than ten times as much as before, and this sudden change made him feel shocked.

"This is the tone of ...... book "Miscellaneous Conversations on All Diseases"?"