The sky was dark, and it didn't take long for a light rain to fall, Mo Yan sat in the mountainside pavilion of Cuiping Mountain while sheltering from the rain, and at the same time quietly observed the movement in the Wen manor.

Through the dense branches and leaves, he saw that there were many black-clothed people coming in and out at the gate of the Wen family's manor, looking very busy, but he didn't know if Liu Yong and the three of them were locked up in this manor.

It stands to reason that he could go to the government, put on the royal yellow coat to see the third level of the official university, and tell them that Liu Yong, a cabinet scholar, was ordered to run an errand here, but he was taken away by the Sichuan Dong Wen family, and the officials in any place did not dare to slack off. But he didn't want to do this, as soon as the Wen family had been entrenched in eastern Sichuan for so many years, it was inevitable that the government would not be bought by it, and if he went rashly, he would be startled. Besides, he was poisoned last night and didn't know it, and he wanted to figure out how he got into the Tao, which was also a lesson for future actions, and now that his strength has been restored, he has nothing to fear.

Wen Ruoyi was also involved in this matter, but it is no wonder that he is the Wen family.

A carriage drove into the Wen family's compound at a high speed, and a man in black carried down a heavy sack from the car, what could it be? Because of the obstruction of the branches and leaves, it was impossible to see where it was carried, but it was very abnormal for those men in black to run forward and backward in the rain.

He looked at the hazy drizzle, and suddenly remembered Qing'er in his heart, remembering that when he was studying in a private school, Mr. Mu once taught a seven-character quatrain "Sending North on a Rainy Night" by the late Tang Dynasty poet Li Shangyin: "The return date of the gentleman is not scheduled, and the night rain in Bashan rises in the autumn pool." He cut the candles in the west window together, but when it rained at night in Bashan. It is about the poet's distant Bashu writing to his wife in Chang'an, with euphemistic and affectionate words, revealing the poet's melancholy mood of being stranded in a foreign land and returning to an uncertain date. At this moment, he was also in Bashu, drizzling continuously, Mo Mo smiled bitterly, I don't know why I had a faint concern and longing for Qing'er.

Another carriage stopped at the gate of the manor, and among the two old men with medicine boxes on their backs, the black-clothed Zhuang Ding interrogated a few words and then hurriedly brought in, probably someone was sick. After a while, two or three more Fang Langzhong carrying signboards came to the door to inquire about something, and then they were also led into the manor.

Mo Yan saw that the rain was light, so he walked out of the pavilion and went down the mountain to a necessary road in and out of the Wen family's manor, and after waiting for a while, he saw a visiting Langzhong carrying a signboard hand-cranked bell coming over, so he stepped forward.

"Old man, is this the Wen family's manor?" the bell doctor asked him for directions.

Mo Yan coughed twice, pretending to be an old man's voice: "What are you looking for in the Wen Family Manor?"

The Wen family posted a list of doctors in Dazhou City, saying that they invited famous doctors all over the world, and if they could cure the disease of lumbar paralysis, they would be rewarded. ”

"Who is sick?"

"The list didn't say that since the list of seeking medical treatment was posted, it must be the direct relatives of the Wen family who are sick. ”

"Well," Mo Yan nodded and looked around, "The Wen family's illness is not very easy to treat. Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his finger and poked the man's flank in Zhangmen's hole, and then helped him into the woods, hiding him behind the bushes.

"I'm sorry, I'll buy your outfit and use it, and the acupuncture will solve itself after a few hours. After that, he picked up the signboard, the medicine box and the iron string bell, and then threw down a silver ingot of twenty taels, and then walked out of the woods and held the string bell high, shaking all the way to the Benwen family manor.

"Hey, are you also here to apply for a medical treatment?" The black-clothed Zhuang Ding looked him up and down, and his medical skills who dared to hold the string bell high above the top must be extremely high.

"In Xia Li Suizhi, the people in the rivers and lakes call 'Sai Hua Tuo', and he came over after reading the list of doctors in the city. Mo Yan remembered the name of the prefect of Dali, so he replied casually.

"Well, please come with me. The man led Mo Yan into the manor and sent him to the living room.

At this time, there were already seven or eight Lang Zhong sitting in the hall, and everyone was talking about it. After a while, Old Man Wen and Wen Ruoxu walked in, followed by a white-bearded old man, and Mo Yan recognized this person as the old man from Bashan who was eating hot pot at the inn last night.

"Everyone, you have all looked at the list of doctors, the old man has thanked you in advance, can you please report your own name, and then you can also talk about meritorious deeds. Old Man Wen said.

The people reported their surnames and names, and Mr. Wen nodded one by one.

"Li Suizhi, the bell doctor of Yunnan and Guizhou, is called 'Saihuatuo' by the people of the rivers and lakes. Mo Yan boasted to himself.

Everyone looked back at him and snickered, there are still such unashamed people in the world.

"Sai Hua Tuo?" Old Man Wen stared at Mo Yan with a smile, "The old gentleman must be an extraordinary doctor." ”

"That's nature. Mo replied arrogantly, since it was blown out, he had to pretend to the end.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the child Wen Shaobai said that he was suddenly paralyzed from the waist down, and his legs were unconscious, so please follow the old man into the inner room for diagnosis now. Old Man Wen led everyone to the inner room, and Bashan Lao Suo and Wen Ruoxu also followed.

The inner room is luxuriously furnished, and in the pink silk tent lies the "pink-faced scholar" Wen Gongzi, and on both sides of the carved wooden bed stands the scholar in front of the flower and under the moon, and his eyes are keenly watching this group of Langzhong.

Lang Zhong took turns to touch the pulse one by one, Mo Yan was the last, and then everyone walked out of the inner room and returned to the hall.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please tell us what you think about the child's illness. Old Man Wen looked at everyone.

"Ling Lang's three veins are powerless, and they are empty, which is the image of both qi and blood. A middle-aged man said first.

"Well, yes, in the old man's opinion, Ling Lang's heart qi has been weak for a long time, and he is unable to encourage blood, and the qi and blood are not only difficult to reach the end of the four ends, but also unable to fill the veins, resulting in short and weak pulsation, qi stagnation and blood stasis, phlegm coagulation and food accumulation, and it is necessary to replenish the vitality and slowly regulate. An old man said slowly.

Other Langzhong expressed their opinions, and most of them believed that it was a disease of both qi and blood loss, and it was necessary to use ginseng and astragalus to replenish vitality.

"Sai Hua Tuo," Old Man Wen looked at Mo Yan, "what do you think?"

Mo Yan smiled faintly: "Ling Lang was injured by a hidden weapon." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked, and all eyes were focused on Mo Yan's body.

"Where do you say that?" asked Old Man Wen as he stared at him silently.

"Ling Lang's kidney and Yu acupoint were injured, resulting in the blockage of the foot sun bladder meridian, and the inability of qi and blood to circulate, resulting in paralysis of the lower limbs and the failure of the male roots. Mo Yan explained.

"Do you know what kind of hidden weapon you were injured?" asked Old Man Wen quietly.

"Well, the old man can't say it for a while, and he needs to check the wound to be sure. ”

"Okay, 'Saihuatuo' really lives up to its name, if you can cure the child's illness, the old man will be grateful. Old Man Wen laughed.

The other Lang Zhong looked at each other, and they all felt incredible.

"Since you have made a trip, the old man has given each person five taels of silver, so please go back. Old Man Wen said to them.

Zhong Langzhong shook his head and left, they still couldn't figure out that this "Saihuatuo" could see that the patient was injured by a hidden weapon just by touching the pulse, which was too exaggerated.

"Brother Poison, please accompany 'Saihuatuo' to treat the child in detail. Old Man Wen said.

Bashan Poison led Mo Yan back to the inner room again, staring at him to check Wen Shaobai's body.

This Wen Gongzi is worthy of being called a "pink-faced scholar", the skin and flesh are white and delicate like a woman, there is a small hole in the Kidney Yu acupoint, and the skin and flesh at the hole have burning marks, which is caused by friction and heat generation when the real bubble is injected at high speed, the bubble bursts in the Kidney Yu acupoint, and the foot sun bladder meridian has been blown off, unless it can reconnect the meridians, otherwise there is no cure.

Mo Yan looked at his masterpiece with a smile on his face.

"What's the matter, have you found out what kind of secret weapon it is?" asked Bashan Laosuo.

"Well, a little bit about it. ”

"What is it?"

This Bashan Laosuo, the old man Fang Caiwen called him "Poison", last night's poison must have been caused by him, but he has been paying attention and has not found out how he moved. Since he can be called "Poison", it means that his kung fu to make poison must not be weak, what is the problem?

"It's really angry. Mo replied.

"True Qi? You mean to use True Qi as a secret weapon? "Bashan seems to have no faith.

"Interlacing is like separating mountains, martial arts masters don't need blades, of course they can throw away hidden weapons when they reach the extreme, and the divine doctor doesn't even need to cut the pulse to see a doctor, just like you are good at using poison, you must have your own unique poisoning methods, right?" Mo was talking nonsense, wanting to lead the topic to the means of poisoning.

"Well, what you said seems to make sense, the old decay can already be poisoned to the extreme without being noticed. Bashan Laosuo nodded yes.

"Ignorant of ghosts? This is too full of words, I don't believe it. ”

"Hmph," Bashan Lao Suo saw that he was just a good doctor, so he didn't take precautions, "Don't you believe it? Have you ever heard that the antidote to poison is the same kind, poison is the antidote, and the antidote is poison?"

"It's impossible. Mo Yan said categorically.

Bashan is always conceited, and he always lives alone in the mountains and rarely comes into contact with outsiders, so he is a little sluggish in terms of scheming. At this moment, he blushed and said angrily: "Don't you believe it? ”

Mo Yanyan suddenly realized in his heart when he heard this, it turned out that the poison last night was in this wine gourd, so it was easy to explain, he took a big sip as soon as he came up, and he could get two drops from his mouth into the hot pot at any time, and he ended up like this.

"Oh, I can't imagine that there is really such a magical poison master in this world, my 'Saihuatuo' is really eye-opening, but I don't know what the name of your poison is?"

"Well, the poison in the old gourd is called 'Bashan Night Rain', taken from the poems of Li Shangyin in the late Tang Dynasty, what do you think, it is very meaningful, right?" said Bashan Poison proudly.

"It's so meaningful. Mo Qian pretended to be surprised, and said in his heart, he was ninety-six years old, and he was still so lacking in heart. (To be continued.) )