Remembering is probably the least noteworthy skill of a monk.

Ning Wuxin had practiced in Baicaomen for a period of time, she was familiar with pharmacology, and after entering the Yashan Sword Sect, she dabbled in the art of dan, knew how to make alchemy, and how to solve the hidden dangers on her body, she knew best.

Place your bag on a bar stool next to the tub and move the basin rack again.

When everything is ready, I open my bag again, take out a few silver needles that have been prepared long ago, take out a few from the wooden box, and after a candle fire, I don't need to ponder, one after another, quickly and accurately pierce several acupuncture points on the body, wait for a moment and then take it out, and then change the acupuncture points, and so on three times.

When she noticed that the stagnant qi in her body was rampant, she rolled up her sleeves, placed her left arm on top of the basin, and pricked the silver needle towards the slightly swollen dark blue veins in her arm, which had already been blocked, and at this moment, the pain was the most secondary.

The moment the silver needle was taken out, a stream of dark red and condensed blood suddenly gushed out, and it fell into the basin that had been prepared long ago, "ticking and ticking" down the arm.

When the blood was just over the basin, the silver needle in her hand pierced her arm a few more times, and then picked out a trace of coagulation from another small wooden box, and wiped it on the wound, and the bubbling blood suddenly stopped.

Looking at the red, almost blackened blood in the basin, as well as the sticky, Ning Wuxin's eyes seemed to be coated with a layer of ice, and there was a kind of gloomy terror condensed in silence......

Ning Wuxin actually had a lot of ways to quickly solve her physical weakness, but she didn't use it, but instead used the most stupid one.

She knew very well that this kind of bloodletting therapy wanted to clear the weakness, and it would not take half a month to do it, but she wanted this effect.

In the current situation, if the weakness is dissolved too quickly, it will definitely arouse the vigilance of Mrs. Ning and Lu Qingshan.

Grass is easy to startle snakes.

She Ning Wuxin is not a god-transforming monk after all, she is just a "sick seedling" who has no power to restrain the chicken, and she does not dare to be careless.

Even in the town, there is a mysterious array of suppression, and the Dao Law has been rejected and banned, but not to mention facing the old woman Ning of the Lingtai Realm, even if she is dealing with Lu Qingshan, who is not in the late stage of foundation building, she is helpless......

Although their cultivation was temporarily suppressed, their physical strength was not something that a mortal could measure.

Once they discover their "abnormality" and are completely "detained", then the advantage of her rebirth will be nullified.

In addition, once the variables of the ink cicada are discovered by the layout, she is afraid that she will die faster.

Everything can only be figured out slowly.

After soaking for nearly two quarters of an hour, Ning Wuxin walked out of the ear room.

She had already disposed of the bruises before leaving, and she wouldn't give them a handle.

The people who crawled out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood have a lot of means, and letting blood and smell blood are just the most trivial things worth mentioning.

With his bags in his hand, Ning Wuxin wandered back to the room full of the smell of medicine.

Although some of the poisonous blood was released, the effect was there, but it was not fast enough to make her body light and full of Tai immediately.

Only the heaviness and throbbing pain that pressed on the head before, but it was faintly eased, and this was enough.

The room was lit with candles, and the candlelight was yellowish.

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At about seven o'clock, the sound of steady footsteps came, and Ning Wuxin was transcribing the pen and ink of the poetry book.

There was a knock on the door.

Ning Wuxin's eyes didn't move, she responded softly, and the old wooden door was pushed open with a "creak".

The people who hadn't seen Lu Qingshan yet, a contemplative medicinal fragrance rushed into the tip of their noses-

The next moment, the bitter taste of the decoction was mixed with the aroma of the medicine.

Ning Wuxin had long been used to it, so he only wrinkled his nose and expressed his dissatisfaction.

Then he happily raised his head and greeted Lu Qingshan, his expression and tone were extremely intimate, like a father and daughter.

In fact, five hundred years ago, Ning You, who lacked father's love, never loved Lu Qingshan as a father, right?

But she had a bad look in her eyes and was looking at the wrong person.

Mrs. Ning opened a pharmacy, and went to the clinic from time to time, the Ning family is also a little rich, it is the second year that Ning You went to Changsheng Town to invite Xixi, and she learns for an hour every day, she is also considered "quite talented", after a few years of practice, women do not need scientific examinations, and they are also considered teachers.

In addition to being "sick", in the two hours when she woke up every day, learning to read books became her only preference.

Lu Qingshan first put the soup woman into the quilt, and then replaced the burned incense burner with a new one.

Seeing that Ning Wuxin stopped writing, he brought the decoction to her, watching her drink it all in one gulp, her delicate little face was slightly distorted and playful due to bitterness, as intimate as before, the man smiled heartily, and motioned her to hurry up and eat the sweet fruit to dissolve the bitterness of the decoction.

Immediately, after glancing at a pair of small characters that had entered the country slightly, Lu Qingshan praised Ning Wuxin for two sentences, and asked her to rest earlier, so as not to tire her body, she left with the incense burner and the medicine bowl.

When the old wooden door was locked, Ning Wuxin's delicate face full of smiles suddenly froze—the smile froze on his face, which was extremely weird.

Put away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and Ning Wuxin sat motionless in the chair.

After a moment, he put the incense burner in his hand.

Fine smoke dispersed.

The soothing scent of medicine sparkled into her nose, and then began to seep and eat away at her will.

Suddenly, she became sleepy.

The lid of the stove was pinched up, and a Ningzi medicinal incense seal was slowly burning.

After being reborn, Ning Wuxin's eyes flashed with killing intent for the first time.

For example, decoction is the reason for her physical weakness.

Then, this tranquilizing medicine is the culprit that makes her only awake for two hours a day.

The killing intent in Ning Wuxin's eyes didn't stay for too long, cultivators, the higher their cultivation, the sharper their divine sense, even if their cultivation was suppressed, their divine sense could not be exerted, but if the killing intent continued for a long time, the old lady was afraid that she would also have a heart-warming thought.

A grim smile appeared on her lips.

After Ning Wuxin was reborn, his will was much tougher than Ning You's.

This tranquilizing incense has a very strong effect, but it is impossible to make her seem to be quiet, she can fall asleep when she turns her head upside down, but she is not strong, her body is extremely weak, and today she bled again and slept ...... It is indeed the best way to recuperate.

Ning You's high fever has been repeated for three months, and he often has nightmares.

After Ning Wuxin was reborn, he slept peacefully this time, and he didn't have any more nightmares.

But the young master of the Yuanju family, who braved the steep spring rain to escort the villain in Jiuqu Lane, suffered.

The high fever did not go away overnight.

In the early morning, I couldn't hold it for a moment and asked Mrs. Ning to go to the doctor, and it wasn't until the end of the morning that the child named Yuan Cheng had a high fever.

But I don't know what kind of demon this child has, Shen Shi launched a high fever again, and when Ning Wuxin woke up, he didn't see Ning's wife and son. These are still the common things that Ning Wuxin said when he saw that her complexion was a little worse.

The eyes of the generous man looking at this half-grown child are full of tenderness, just like looking at his own daughter.

It wasn't until Ning Wuxin went to the toilet and the medicated bath was solved that Mrs. Ning came back from the continuous spring rain.

It was the little maid of the Yuanju family who knocked on the door and held the umbrella for her.

When the little maid saw Ning Wuxin holding a brazier in the hall to keep warm, her little face turned red and she didn't dare to look at her eyes.

This was the second time she had seen the little granddaughter of Dr. Ning's family, and the first time was when she was startled by her little young master's snowball.

The little girl was stunned at the time, thinking that the ten little young masters of the Mu family in Baotong Lane could not withstand one of them, and later heard her young master say that this was the granddaughter of the old doctor of the Ning family, and the ten-year-old little girl secretly cried a handful of snot and tears in the bed.

And this time, even if she clearly knows that this Qingqingxiu is like a little boy in the play, she is a little girl who has no handle like her, and when she sees that face, her heart can't help but flutter.

It's just that in the blink of an eye, when the man smiled at herself, the little girl's heart calmed down again.

She thought, if she looks good, she will take a few more looks, anyway, she is not a man, and no one will blame herself for being ashamed if she looks twice, right?

is good-looking, and others are not allowed to look at it twice, how can there be such a domineering reason in the world?

Thinking of this, before the little girl left, she also said hello to Ning Wuxin.

When Mrs. Ning returned to the courtyard, it was already seven or eight o'clock, and it was quite late.

The reason why Ning Wuxin didn't rest was because he knew very well that no matter how late it was, Mrs. Ning would never forget to diagnose her pulse.

Five or six years like a day.

This is also a reason why in the previous life, after hearing the news of Ning's wife's death, Ning You cried bitterly until she fainted.

No one can believe that such a grandmother actually has a ghost in her heart, right?

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