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Fang Yanxiao turned around with cold eyes, and immediately recognized the person standing in the moonlight outside the thatched cottage.

"you again?"

Feng Mei put down the basket, which was full of fresh herbs.

"Shouldn't I be the one to ask you this question? Didn't Miss Yanxiao say that there will be no future? Why are you staying in this bamboo house in the suburbs even later in the night?"

"I..." Fang Yanxiao was discouraged. She never expected that the suspect who had been guarding for so long would still be the same guy as before.

"Let me ask you a question."

Feng Mei poured out the herbs all at once, and was busy with the work in hand.

"please say."

"Are you Feng Mei?"

Fang Yanxiao's tone was not kind, and Feng Mei was not angry, she turned to her face and replied to her.

"I'm just a doctor."

"Oh? What a coincidence... the person I'm talking about is also a highly skilled doctor, and he can cure all kinds of diseases. The plague gods have to retreat three feet when they see it..."

Hearing her aggressive tone, Feng Mei couldn't help laughing happily: "This man's medical skills are so good, is that why the girl is looking for him?"

"So you are?" Fang Yanxiao asked with a sneer.

Feng Mei didn't face her directly, but walked past her indifferently, and went into the room to continue sorting the dried herbs.

And he answered irrelevant questions: "I just picked this comfrey this morning, and its side effects have not dissipated. If Miss Yanxiao just picked it up and looked at it, then at this moment, the jade hands in your sleeves will be very painful, let alone you can't bear it." Come up with your trick."

After hearing this, Fang Yanxiao sighed secretly, but hummed softly on her face: "You are so kind?"

"Aren't you afraid that I will go back on my word and kill you to vent my hatred?"

"Hate? I have only met the girl twice. How can we talk about love and hate?"

Fang Yanxiao satirized speechlessly: "Your pretending to be mysterious has cost me time and delayed my plan to find someone. You have already offended me, and hatred has arisen from it. Do you understand?"

"Oh. The girl blamed me so much, and the King of Hades felt it was unfair."

"Then you tell me Feng Mei's whereabouts, or admit it."

"I'm curious, why are you so sure that I have a relationship with the person you said?"

Feng Mei looked back at her with a calm smile in her eyes.

Fang Yanxiao snorted slightly: "I don't like you."

Feng Mei was stunned for a moment, and felt even more amused: "Miss is so righteous when she admits the wrong person? Is it my fault for being like a person?"

"..."

"Seeing that Miss Yanxiao hates that person so much, but still wants to pester him all over the world, could it be that he is..."

Fang Yanxiao twitched her eyes and sized him up: "What is it?"

"Is it the heartbreaker that the girl can't love?"

"...Nonsense!"

Fang Yanxiao was so angry that she was about to raise her hand to make a move, but the silver needle flew over one step ahead of her, sealing the meridians on her right wrist.

"You!" Fang Yanxiao originally wanted to scare him, but she was treated like this. Frowning in displeasure, she pulled the silver needle away with all her strength, and said with a sneer, "It's a small trick."

Feng Mei smiles without saying a word.

"Stop talking nonsense. Today I must know about Feng Mei's news. Otherwise, I will burn this place down!"

Having lost her patience, Fang Yanxiao blurted out and threatened the other party.

Feng Mei pondered for a moment, frowned in embarrassment, and sighed in compromise: "The girl wait a moment."

"Don't play tricks." Fang Yanxiao was willing to wait for him for a while.

After a while, Feng Mei hurried back with an extra abacus in her hand.

Fang Yanxiao frowned, her heart slightly angry: "What's going on?"

Feng Mei smiled freely and said: "Set the score. Didn't the girl want to burn this place? There are too many precious herbs in this room. If it is really set on fire, the girl will owe me a lot of money."

"..."

Fang Yanxiao closed her eyes, she was so angry that she was helpless: "I don't want to eat a toast, I'll take fine wine."

After finishing his speech, he was about to use pills to boost his energy, and deal with this person, but found that his arms were numb and it was already difficult to move.

Before she could react, a few more acupuncture points were inserted on her shoulder, and she hissed in pain: "It hurts..."

Fengmei answered her calmly: "Pain is the manifestation of a disease. Your stagnation of Qi is already a disease, and the overwork has aggravated the disease recently. You should take a good rest."

In an instant, the silver needle was taken away by him again.

At that moment, Fang Yanxiao felt the tense muscles all over her body relax a lot.

"You practice evil methods, although you use them cleverly, but they are nourished by blood. If you don't find a cure as soon as possible, your end will be even more miserable than those you killed!"

Feng Mei's serious reminder made Fang Yanxiao raise her eyes in astonishment.

"These few injections can help you alleviate the backlash pain caused by this method, but it is not a long-term solution. If the girl is willing to repent and stop killing, I can accept you as my long-term patient until you are cured until."

It was the effective help just now, and now it is sincere advice, Fang Yanxiao's expression became a little unnatural, and her heart was a little moved.

"Stop killing with killing, why do you need to repent?"

After a long time, she bitterly dismissed the man's sincere request.

Feng Mei shook her head, without making judgments, but frowned and asked: "Is it good to feel the feeling of the thread piercing into flesh and blood with such tender hands? Girl, shouldn't you feel sorry for yourself?"

These few words of gentle concern made Fang Yanxiao's body tremble slightly, and her nose felt sour.

She lowered her head abruptly, and said apologetically, "Thank you for your kindness, I'm the one who interrupted you, please leave."

When he looked up, his eyes were slightly red, but he left stubbornly.

Feng Mei sighed, finally couldn't bear it.

"Miss Yanxiao, please wait a moment."

"...Is there anything else?" Fang Yanxiao turned her back to him, her voice a little uncomfortable.

Feng Mei handed the token to her, and said proudly: "Give this letter to your master."

Turning around in astonishment, Fang Yanxiao couldn't believe it, holding the letter: "You..."

"Don't be moved, remember to come back to work. There are so many herbs waiting for you to come back and dry them. If nothing else, I have to charge for the consultation fee."

Hearing this, Fang Yanxiao couldn't hold back her smile, and nodded with a light smile.

×

Time hastened to mid-March, and the mountain wind in Fufeng is still cold.

Since Qi Zhong returned to the hospital from the cloud room that day, he has been dreaming frequently. Every time he sleeps, he will fall into a boundless dreamland. The formations and spiritual techniques are almost memorized by him.

I thought that Mu Yun would come to question him these few days. After all, one yard counts for one yard. Although the man is not a good person who keeps his word, after all, the book was burned after he read it. Gotta take responsibility.

But after a few days of calm, he had nothing to do other than being disturbed by the contents of the book.

There is indeed a Taoist sect in Shangjiang for the mind cultivation of illusion, but there is no trace of the well-known masters who have attained the Tao.

Although Qi Zhong was moved by the records in ancient books, he did not dare to practice casually. He listened to his master's words and could not use the power of fate rashly, otherwise...

"Hey."

Sitting on the stone bench in the courtyard, he looked at the stars in the sky and sighed.

I thought to myself: It would be great if I could have a pot of sake to relieve boredom now.

Thoughts flashed in my mind, and a scent of wine came from the tip of my nose.

Qi Zhong took a sniff, and looked down, and there really was a jug of wine on the table.He immediately opened his eyes and smiled, and stretched out his hand to hold the pot of wine, but grabbed a handful of air.

He froze for a moment, and asked in confusion, "Hallucinations?"

As soon as a word fell, the pot of wine faded away.

Qi Zhong was surprised for a moment, and said in his heart: Don't disappear.

The wine jar showed its shadow again.

At this time, Qi Zhong was astonished with a trace of fear: that book is too scary.After a few glances, I know everything.

He frowned and thought for a while, then changed his perspective: hiss, could it be just my own hallucination?Are other people also affected by this illusion?

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, Qi Zhong heard it, and immediately recognized Shen Jishu's timid and cowardly footsteps.

After hesitating for a while, he hurriedly picked some flowers and plants from the nearby flower garden and placed them on the stone table in the open air. Then he imagined in his heart that these flowers and plants would be a table of fine nectar, jade dew, and delicious melons and fruits.

When people came to the gate of the courtyard, Qi Zhong pretended to carry him on his back, and sat at the stone table, pretending to steal a pile of delicacies.

As soon as Shen Jishu entered the door, he bumped into Qi Zhong enjoying a feast by himself. He felt aggrieved and shouted as he ran, "Wow! There are so many delicious foods, brother Qi, why are you enjoying it alone behind my back? Don't say hello brother!"

A smile curled up on the corner of Qi Zhong's mouth: I'm hooked.

He turned back pretending to be upset, and comforted: "Ah, I haven't forgotten you, I haven't forgotten you, isn't it time to catch up."

Shen Jishu curled his lips arrogantly, and enviously said: "Brother Qi, you are treated too well, and Mr. Yun sent someone to send you so many fruits and wine, what a fairy day."

Qi finally twitched the corner of his mouth: It's none of his business.

Although since that night, after Qi Zhong said that he didn't have enough to eat, in addition to three meals a day, there are really a lot of snacks and fruits in this small courtyard.

"Oh, that's all right. If you have something to eat, you won't be able to keep your mouth shut."

Qi Zhong pretended to be angry, and quickly pushed the fresh melons and fruits in front of Shen Jishu, signaling him to eat more.

"Then... I'm not polite."

"Yeah, don't be polite. Why should I be polite to my brother?" Qi Zhong suppressed his smile and shouted in his heart: You really want to eat!

After giggling twice, Shen Jishu brutally snatched a crystal pear in front of him, and gnawed a couple of mouthfuls with enjoyment.

Qi Zhong pursed his lips, and asked cautiously, "What's the smell?"

Shen Jishu was puzzled, and replied while eating: "What is the taste? What else can pears taste like, sweet ones."

"... Mmm." Qi Zhong choked on a sore throat with a suppressed smile, turned his face to the side, and touched his nose with his hands.

Fearing that people would feel uncomfortable if they ate too much grass, he turned his face sideways and muttered in a low voice: "Scatter!"

As the ending sound fell, the feast on the stone table disappeared immediately, turning into a pile of flowers and plants with soil.

Shen Jishu ate happily at first, but the more he chewed, the more he felt the taste of grass in his mouth.

When he lowered his head, he realized that he was actually holding a pile of grass and eating with relish. He was shocked for a moment, pushed away the flowers and plants in front of him, and spit out the grass pulp in his mouth.

"Ah, bah, bah, bah...why am I eating grass?"

"Pfft hahahaha..."

At that moment, Qi Zhong couldn't bear it anymore, bent his waist and laughed loudly.

Shen Jishu was so angry that he asked him to blame: "You, are you cheating?"

Qi Ding nodded, trying to pull him to explain, but seeing the green grass juice at the corner of Ji Shu's mouth, which stained his lips green, he couldn't hold back for a moment, bursting out laughing.

"Hahaha... No way, how stupid."

"Too much! Hmph!"

"Hey, wait a minute...hahaha."

Laughing until he had no strength, Qi finally couldn't keep him, so he could only laugh wildly.

After a while, Qi Zhong's addiction to laughter finally passed. Wiping the tears at the end of his eyes, he calmed down and began to think: Since I have learned this illusion without a teacher, it means I have talent, why not slow down first? Practice slowly, at worst, if you don't practice to the extreme, there will be no risk of becoming obsessed.

When greed comes together, it is difficult to stop. At this moment, he has not considered this point.

Knocking on the table, Qi Zhong didn't want to finish tonight, and wanted to find someone to practice his hands. After thinking for a long time, another figure appeared in his mind.

The smile on the corner of his lips gradually expanded, he slapped the table, stood up confidently, and walked towards the courtyard door.