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Zhao Yiqing was taken aback, thinking of the so-called medicine primer that Mu Di took that night, it turned out that the foul-smelling thing turned out to be a Gu worm!

Mu Di frowned when he heard the words, not knowing what he was thinking.

The Taoist priest also frowned, and pulled Mu Di's wrist, which seemed very perfunctory, but in fact, his fingers pressed tightly on Mu Di's veins, and Mu Di's frown deepened.

"Strange, this pulse is not right? Isn't your kung fu practiced by the Mu family?"

Zhao Yiqing was worried, but the topic suddenly turned to something he didn't know about. Although he was anxious to death, he still listened quietly to the conversation between Mu Di and the Taoist priest.

Mu Di withdrew his hand and said, "It's the Mu family's own kung fu."

The Taoist priest's expression became more puzzled. He stroked his beard and said, "Isn't that right? The Mu family's kung fu belongs to gold, but your inner part belongs to fire. How can you practice the Mu family's own kung fu?"

Mu Di remained expressionless and did not speak, obviously not wanting to answer this question.

Seeing this, Zhao Yiqing hurriedly said: "Master Daoist, what should we do now? Can this Gu worm be removed?"

When it came to how to get rid of the Gu worms, the Taoist priest stroked his beard with a smile and said: "It's okay, this Gu worm is cold in nature, and it seems that it should be specially aimed at the Mu family's kung fu, but the kung fu of General Mu's company is not the same. It belongs to fire, and it happens to restrain the Gu worms, I'm afraid it won't be wiped clean by General Mu's internal force in two or three days."

Although the Taoist priest had already said that Mu Di was fine, Zhao Yiqing still couldn't let it go, because he was the one who caused Mu Di to eat the Gu worm anyway, so he asked the Taoist priest for a long time, and finally made Mu Di Impatient, he thanked the Taoist priest and dragged Zhao Yiqing back.

When the two of them left, Mu Di also wanted to carry Zhao Yiqing on his back, but Zhao Yiqing refused, and finally the two of them walked down the mountain slowly holding hands.

The Taoist leader looked at the backs of the two people who were going away and smiled, and said unwillingly: "What is supposed to come will eventually come, but the poor Taoist wants to see who the luck is."

When Zhao Yiqing and Mu Di walked down the mountain, it was already late, and the coachman was still waiting at the bottom of the mountain. He was sitting on the shaft, with a tall and straight figure, with a sharp aura on his body, which made Zhao Yiqing take a second look.

The coachman nodded slightly to Mu Di, opened the curtain and let them in.

Zhao Yiqing always felt that there was something wrong with this coachman, so he poked Mu Di and asked in a low voice, "Where did you find this coachman?"

"a friend."

Mu Di answered simply, as if he did not want to say more.

Zhao Yiqing didn't want to ask too many questions, so he changed the subject and asked, "What's the matter with your internal strength?"

Mu Di glanced at Zhao Yiqing, hesitant to speak, and immediately Zhao Yiqing knew that this was something that could be said, so he slapped Mu Di on the thigh and shouted "Speak!"

Mu Di looked embarrassed, first lowered his head, then slowly blushed the tips of his ears, and said awkwardly: "When I was a child... the Mu family's kung fu was first practiced outside and then inside. When I was eight years old, I felt My father didn't teach me serious exercises, so he stole the exercises and practiced them slowly. At that time, there were not many people who could read and write, and the inner exercises were quite profound. I couldn't understand them, so I just practiced them casually. Finally... That's all……"

Zhao Yiqing "..."

I don't know whether to say Mu Di is lucky or lucky.

Zhao Yiqing was speechless for a long time before he said, "That's why the Taoist priest asked you and you didn't want to say it."

"Ah."

Mu Di nodded, and returned to his expressionless expression, Zhao Yiqing suddenly felt that Mu Di's quick face change was a bit cute, so he went up to him and kissed him, saying, "It's so cute."

Mu Di was taken aback for a moment, then frowned and smiled.

Zhao Yiqing suddenly thought of teasing, pretending to sigh and said: "It's a pity, it wasn't me who was by your side when you were young, but Rong Ning."

Zhao Yiqing's ability to say this shows that he has let go, but his tone is still sour.

Mu Di's smile was withdrawn immediately, but he became bewildered, and eagerly took Zhao Yiqing's hand, but he didn't know what to say, staring at Zhao Yiqing with dark eyes, there was a lot of emotion in it.

thread.

"Just kidding you." Seeing that Mu Di was serious, Zhao Yiqing hurriedly explained.

But Mu Di pursed his lips, looking in a bad mood.

Seeing that he was offended, Zhao Yiqing pushed him with the other hand, and said coquettishly, "Don't be so stingy, it's just a joke."

Mu Di grabbed Zhao Yiqing's hand and pushed him, which startled Zhao Yiqing and swallowed involuntarily.

"I like you."

Mu Di stared into Zhao Yiqing's eyes, and said solemnly: "If you don't believe me, I'll show you my heart."

These words were full of blood, as if Mu Di would dig out his heart and put it in front of him in the next second. Zhao Yiqing was so startled that his heart trembled a few times, and he quickly waved his hands and said, "No need, no need."

Seeing that Zhao Yiqing seemed to be afraid, Mu Di lowered his eyes, a little lonely and annoyed.

The two arrived at the General's Mansion without a word.

It was already late at night, Zhao Yiqing was sleepy, ready to wash up and go to sleep.

Before going to bed, he took the little red cloth bag out of his arms and put it on the table.

Suddenly, his curiosity that had disappeared for a long time surged up.

The Taoist priest said that the little red cloth bag had already been opened, and the one who opened this bag could only be the former Zhao Buran. Why would he open this bag that he had been asked to do so many times?

Zhao Yiqing's heart suddenly beat wildly, and he felt that there might be a secret hidden in this cloth bag that he always wanted to know.

So, he opened the cloth bag with mixed feelings.

The things in the little red cloth bag were scattered, there were stones placed by Dao Chang, symbols drawn by Dao Chang, and even a few dead grasses, but the most eye-catching thing was a letter.

And this letter was exactly the one Master Jiang asked Huang Huaijian to bring to Zhao Yiqing!

Zhao Yiqing's hands trembled inexplicably. He read ten lines at a glance, his face became paler the more he looked, and the cold sweat broke out all over his body. He finally understood why Zhao Buran's mood fluctuated so much when he read this letter and died.

What is written here is a great secret.

Zhao Yiqing took two steps back in shock, and accidentally knocked the stool over to the ground. Mu Di, who was out to fetch water, ran in when he heard the movement and asked, "Are you all right?"

Zhao Yiqing hurriedly put the hand holding the letter behind his back and said, "It's all right, I accidentally tripped over the stool."

It's just that his expression didn't look like he was okay at all, Mu Di frowned, and asked again, "Really?"

"Really, really, really!" Zhao Yiqing nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and said, "It's so late, go and wash up, you're going to sleep!"

It was clear that he wanted to dismiss Mu Di, so Mu Di took a deep look at Zhao Yiqing and went out.

Zhao Yiqing breathed a sigh of relief. It stands to reason that the matter in the letter is of great importance and should be told to Mu Di. Zhao Yiqing has always believed that things will become more and more complicated because there are too many secrets between each other. It's never going to be anything.

But this time, Zhao Yiqing chose to conceal it. His intuition told him that it was not good for Mu Di to know about this matter, and it was best that only he knew about this matter, and he could not tell it until he died.

This is a secret that must be carried to the grave.

Zhao Yiqing thought about it carefully, and felt that this letter could not be kept, so he lit the letter with the help of a candle, not giving the slightest chance to make any mistakes.

Mu Di also stayed outside long enough before he came back, and Zhao Yiqing was already lying under the covers when he entered the door.

He stood aside as usual and waited for his body to warm up before going to bed, but Zhao Yiqing looked at Mu Di eagerly when he entered the door, and when Mu Di went to bed, Zhao Yiqing threw himself into his arms.

Because of his constitution, Zhao Yiqing was always cold, especially in winter, he was often too cold to sleep well, but Mu Di was as warm as a coal stove, even a little hot.

Zhao Yiqing put his cold feet between Mu Di's legs, said "good night," and fell asleep happily with his eyes closed.

Because it was too comfortable, I started snoring within a few seconds.

Mu Di, on the other hand, kept his eyes open, watched him all night, and said softly "good night" when the sky was about to dawn.

Yiqing closed her eyes.