A Sword of Frost

During this time, in order to find the ghost doctor's stab, the Dark Guards of Xiao Wang's Palace ran around the beam day and night, hoping to dig out the land and take a look. The northeast, the northwest, and the southwest, too. The wealthy and wealthy Jiangnan households went from house to house and found nothing, but they did not expect to eventually find the news at the door of their house, saying that it was not others who asked him to leave. It was the servant of the Central Ministry of Industry, Yuan Yuansi.

It's true that it takes no effort to break through the iron shoes and find nowhere.

Jiang Lingfei said: "I heard that the adult's son was suffering from a bad illness. He didn't see it for more than two years. He sold his farmland house in Luzhou, and asked his relatives and friends to borrow a large sum of money. Wangcheng, I just entered the house this morning. "

"Let Wu prepare some herbs." Ji Yanran commanded, "follow me to Yuanfu."

Jiang Lingfei froze: "Now?"

"Yes, now." Ji Yanran didn't want to delay for a moment. Most of the people in the rivers and lakes are deceived, and the ghost stab is notorious. He waits for another night, and it is not guaranteed that a new accident will occur tomorrow morning-he regrets that he can't buy the medicine, and he doesn't want to eat it.

Wu Suosi was dreaming of the Quartet's dream of killing enemies. Suddenly, the quilt was lifted, and something happened in the barracks. He sat on the bed for a long time before reacting. Oh, it was Wang Ye who wanted valuable medicine.

But the government did not.

It was said earlier that the 300-year-old ginseng that had been emptied by insects was already regarded as a top value commodity.

Jiang Lingfei turned around with his hands on his back: "No, are you too poor?"

"Because I didn't get sick in the palace." Old Wu was quite innocent. Wang Ye is strong and strong, and he can slowly return by being cut by more than a dozen knives. The old princess also rides swords on horses throughout the day. Even cold wind is rare. Such a pair of iron-strapped mothers and children need tonics with imaginary heads and brains. What?

Of course, if you want to find it, you can also find some. It is given in the palace for the New Year's holiday. It is used to nourish yin and blood, moisturize and reduce fire. A gift box is also included in the gift box. Skin is white, tender, smooth, and beautiful-this is not suitable for visiting the waiter-in-law!

"Let's do it." Jiang Lingfei tore off the two "brushes," and snapped the lid, "OK, I can't see it."

Wu Sisi: "..."

Fei Shuang was running like a thunderbolt, and the four hoofs volleyed in the sky, raising a cloud of smoke in front of Yuan Fu's door.

The gatekeeper scolded him, thinking who was so uninteresting. He came knocking at the door in the middle of the night. He had planned to learn a few sentences, but did not expect that the other party would be His Royal Highness Xiao, and he panicked three feet high. , Yi Yanyan ran into the pass.

In the front hall, the lights were bright. Yuan Yuansi hurriedly fastened the buttons and lifted the curtain to enter the door. He panted and said, "Xiaguan didn't know that Wang Ye came here by car.

"Going to the door late at night was because the king was too treacherous." Ji Yanran pointed to the medicinal herbs on the table. "These are for Ling Lang."

Old Wu hurried to add a sentence: "Give it to Lingtang."

Yuan Yuansi thanked again and again, and said, "Wang Ye came here, but what happened in the DPRK?"

"It's nothing," Ji Yanran said, "I just received the news that the ghost-stinging doctor is currently in the house, can this happen?"

"... Yes, yes." Yuan Yuansi wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. "Wang Yeming Jian, the consultation fee paid to the ghost priest's doctor, the Xiaguan sold his ancestors, and his relatives and friends also subsidized it. It was not the result of corruption. , I really dare not let others know, otherwise this person is very talkative ... Well, Jane, he really is going to die. "

Ji Yanran nodded: "My King understands."

Yuan Zhen's illness is intractable and dangerous. He vomits blood and vomits, and everyone in the city is well known. Even Li Zhi is very concerned, and he also specially gave a doctor—this was originally a great grace, but once he was too cured, Grace became a burden, causing Yuan Yuansi to be cautious as a thief even inviting a folk therapist, fearing that someone would hear the news and buckle himself with a big hat that despised the emperor.

"How is Linglang's illness?" Ji Yanran asked.

When it comes to this topic, Yuan Yuansi's expression is a lot easier, and he can't stop praising that the ghost spin is really good. After just a few stitches in the afternoon, Yuan Zhen's appetite, ruddy complexion, and sleep more solidly than before .

"Really so powerful?" Ji Yanran drew a finger and summoned Yuan Yuan to himself. "Beijing has a difficult problem here, and I also want to ask the therapist. How much consultation fee does Yuan Shilang pay, I double it again, can I let him Come here? "

Wu Suosi had a headache while listening. When would the prodigal Wang Ye ’s fault be corrected, his mouth would double, and no one could manage it.

Yuan Yuansi went to the guest room to invite the ghost-stinging doctor, but the speed was quite fast, and it was not long before he opened the curtain and came in alone.

The **** doctors in the Jianghu dialect are either white hair fluttering or young and handsome. In short, the fairy style bones and the grandson must always occupy the same, and the people love to watch. And a middle-aged man who is as thin, black, and monkey-like as a ghost-stinging doctor must have a moustache on his mouth. No matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with "God". Into ten similar.

"His Royal Highness Xiao." The other party respectfully saluted, "I don't know who wants to see a doctor?"

"Master of the wind and rain gate, Yun Yifeng." Ji Yanran didn't circle with him, and said straightly, "The doctor should have an impression, right?"

"Owner of the Cloud Gate." The ghost stabbed and nodded, "Naturally, naturally, I will never forget it, but that's the world ... the world's first and foremost life is hard to accept, and I never met such a person before. "In the end, there was a little more worship in the tone, and it really seemed to admire him very much." It turned out that Wang Ye was going to consult him. I know the poison, and it needs blood Ganoderma, which can be solved with blood Ganoderma. "

Going around, eventually couldn't escape the blood Ganoderma lucidum, the old Wu heard the silence, and the old woman heard tears.

Ji Yanran asked: "Apart from blood Ganoderma?"

"Nothing but blood ganoderma can be saved," Ghoststab explained patiently. "The poison of the Lord of the Cloud Gate, seventy or eighty species are spread in the blood. Ordinary medicinal materials are useless at all, and blood ganoderma is necessary."

Old Wu heard for a moment, what is meant by "seven to eighty kinds of transformation in the blood"?

As a result, the ghost stab added: "Maybe it's not seventy or eighty poisons. It's too long, I can't remember it, maybe one hundred and eighty, or maybe seven or eight hundred."

Old Wu: "..."

"I want to heal too. I want to heal more than anyone else in this world." The ghost thorn was deeply annoyed, as if he was very sorry for the cracks in his golden signboard. "Everything tried, and it turned out In the end, the poison was not resolved, and I almost lost half of my life, so I dare not start. "

Ji Yanran frowned: "Why is he so poisoned?"

"Well." The ghost thorn shook his head again and again. "He didn't know anything about it, he was arrogant, not talking, not talking, lest he lose his temper with me again. If you want to know, please ask yourself."

Ji Yanran asked again, "Where is the blood Ganoderma, is there really no trace?"

"There is no record in the book." Ghoststabbing said, "There is only one rumor that blood Ganoderma was born on thousands of corpses and was irrigated with blood of resentment. If anyone wants to get it, **** ... a life of nine deaths is extremely difficult."

Wu Suosi said, "So evil?"

"Strike poison with poison," Ghost stabbed, "the poison of the Lord of the Cloud Gate is just such an evil gate."

...

After coming out of Yuan Fu, Ji Yanran did not speak for a long time.

Wu Suosi carefully observed him for a long time before he just said, "Master Wang, I think that the psychiatrist is a little pretending to be a ghost, but also a bone and a grudge. How can there be good herbs in such a place? Bacheng is bullshit.

"Go back first," Ji Yanran ordered. "Don't speak up."

Wu Suosi nodded: "Yes."

When returning to the palace, the sky was about to dawn. Qingyue was holding a sword and held in Yunyifeng's courtyard. When she saw Ji Yanran coming in, she said rudely: "Master, Master is adjusting the internal force, and no one can disturb you."

"Don't you sleep before?" Ji Yanran glanced at the window with anxiety, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay, I have some chest tightness, shortness of breath, and old trouble." Qingyue said, "Oh yes, Master also said that he will eat the fan soup of the clay tile alley tomorrow morning, and then go to the palace."

Ji Yanran smiled: "Okay."

Qingyue said: "Go back then, please."

"Anyway, I'll sit here for a while." Ji Yanran brought a stone bench with one hand, "Wait until your master has fallen asleep, I will go."

Qingyue: "..."

This question is a bit tricky!

The house was naturally empty and nobody was there.

In the Yuanfu Guest House, several drug boys were on vigil, and everything was quiet. A white shadow fell from the cold Budingyuan. They were startled, and they found the poison bottle in the waist, just after seeing who the caller was. , But then bowed their heads, afraid to speak.

Yun Yifeng opened the wooden door with one palm, and looked at the table coldly: "What are you doing in Wangcheng?"

"Let's see Dr. Yuan's son." The ghost spurs him to close the door. "I just didn't expect that one patient had come to another before he had seen it, before Xiao Wangdian—"

Before he could say a word, there was a dangling long sword across his neck. Yun Yifeng pushed him to the corner, saying, "You are looking for death."

"I didn't say anything." The ghost thorn appeased, "I only said that the blood Ganoderma lucidum was born in the bones and filled with resentment. That's what it says in the book, and I didn't lie."

As he said, he pushed the sword slowly away, and wiped the blood on his neck with his index finger. The two-inch-long wound caught him instantly.

"His Royal Highness Xiao seems to care about you very much," Ghoststabbed. "This is a good thing, maybe he could really find the blood Ganoderma."

Yun Yifeng's eyes frosted: "Shut up!"

"I heard the spider said that you have helped Wang Xiao quite a lot this time." The ghost stab pushed his flying puppet back to the scabbard. "Originally still wondering, well, why did the storm door mix with the court, But then I figured it out. For so many years, you haven't found the blood Ganoderma lucidum. I'm afraid that it's too long to do anything, but you can't find a helper. Beam commander of 800,000 soldiers and horses. "

Yun Yifeng gritted his teeth fiercely: "Let your people roll away from me!"

The ghost sighed: "Stupid apprentice, why don't you understand, for the teacher this is not surveillance, but I miss you."

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