Fang Ling's eyes erupted with thick anger, and he slammed his fist on the palace door, shaking the copper ring and shaking, making a sound of "bell-bell-".

Angry to angry, Fang Ling had to start embroidering silk cloth, he knew very well that Judd could not be offended, otherwise this person in charge of the eunuch power would not know what tricks to use against him, not to mention, there is a queen mother behind this guy, God knows if she came to instigate this matter.

Although Fang Ling has never embroidered, he has watched his mother embroider since he was a child, and he will be more or less a little, but this batch of embroidery will be passed out, and it is estimated that it will become an enduring joke in the palace, reminding everyone that there is a down-and-out prince who can embroider in the palace.

Fang Ling smiled self-deprecatingly, let them laugh at them, as long as they can make the queen mother's body better, what if they are laughed at by the world?

Fang Ling was embroidered with a needle, and his hand was pricked many times, and before he knew it, it was afternoon, and it was time to boil the medicine.

Fang Ling stood in front of the stove, grabbed two sticks of ginseng in the medicine bag, and prepared to throw them into the medicine jar.

Who knew that his hand was still halfway through, and there was a warm feeling of heat in his palm, as if the ginseng had just been boiled, he quickly spread out his hand to take a look, and his eyes suddenly widened.

I saw that the parts of the two ginseng sticking together were actually glued together, as if they had become a conjoined ginseng. Not only that, but it seemed that a pair of invisible hands were squeezing them, and the two ginseng sticks fused together in the blink of an eye, becoming one.

Fang Ling was really stunned, and it took a while to come back to his senses, he rubbed his eyes, and after making sure that what happened was the truth, he looked at this ginseng.

This new ginseng is noticeably larger than the original two, with thicker roots and darker color, making it look older.

What's going on here?

Fang Ling's brows furrowed deeply, he couldn't figure out what he thought, and when he put this ginseng away and saw his right palm, he was suddenly taken aback again. I saw that there were some strange lines on the palm of the right hand, as if it was an indigenous totem, with a discontinuous circle on the outside and a staggered curve in the middle.

As soon as he saw these lines, he suddenly remembered the dagger he had found in the herb room.

Fang Ling ran back to the room and took out the dagger for comparison, and found that the lines on the dagger were exactly the same as those on the palm, as if the lines of the dagger had been copied to the palm.

Moreover, when the dagger is placed on the palm of the hand, the lines on the dagger exude a faint color, and the lines on the palm seem to be alive, and the circle actually slowly rotates, and the lines in between also swim.

As the lines rotated, a warm sensation emanated from the palm.

Fang Ling had never encountered such a strange thing, but he suddenly thought of two words-immortal art.

According to Dong Guard, there are some Taoists in the world who have become immortals, and they will have some strange immortal skills.