Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

However, Fakong knew that although the old supervisor of the Qintian Prison could feel a trace of attention, it was actually impossible for him to notice him.

This is also a strange intuition of mine.

The old supervisor of Qin Tian Prison is so keen and intuitive that he even has the ability to see through people's hearts. I wonder if he can see through the minds of the masters of Kunshan Holy Cult.

The secret method of the masters of the Kunshan Holy Cult is indeed mysterious. It can converge all the energy and spirit, and has many wonderful uses.

It is very similar to the use of mental power he created, and it is very easy for people to ignore it.

Through the observation of the mind's eye, we can know that the existence of the aura is real and not false.

Just because you can't see it with the naked eye doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Normal people can't see it but they can feel it.

Some people have a very strong sense of presence and can be noticed at a glance when standing in a crowd. Some people have a very weak sense of presence and can easily be ignored when standing in front of them.

Appearance is only one aspect, the key is aura.

Their secret technique is different from the art of covering the sky and the sun. It does not hide the energy and traces, but the aura.

People from Kunshan Holy Cult are easily ignored, and they subconsciously think that they are not around. It is easier for such people to spy on information.

But I don’t know if I can stop the secret technique from prying into his mind.

"Your Majesty Xin." Fan Ye cupped his fists and said with a smile, "I'm sorry to bother you."

Chu Xiang clasped his fists: "Prince Fan is a rare guest, so I need to have a good drink today."

He knew that Fan Ye liked to drink, was good at tasting famous wines, and would never be unhappy without drinking.

"Alas!" Fan Ye smiled bitterly and waved his hands: "How can I have such thoughts now? I am so worried that I have hired another miracle doctor."

Chu Xiang's eyes were like lightning, and he glanced at Mo Wuyou: "Miracle doctor? He looks a little unfamiliar!... Lord Fan, when my wife was sick, I invited all kinds of miracle doctors, famous doctors and even unknown ones in the capital." There are doctors, eminent monks from various monasteries, not to mention imperial doctors, and a lot of strange people among the people. It seems that there is no such miracle doctor."

Fan Ye suddenly remembered that the woman in front of him had the same disease as him, and his wife was also suffering from a terminal illness, but in the end she survived and recovered well.

"This is Doctor Mo from the south." Fan Ye immediately stared at Chu Xiang.

I just don’t know how Princess Xin was cured and which miracle doctor she hired.

Mo Wuyou, neither humble nor arrogant, clasped his fists generously: "Mo Wuyou, a man from the mountains, has seen Prince Xin."

"To be called a miracle doctor by Prince Fan, you must have some unique skills." Chu Xiang nodded: "Then take a good look at Princess Fan. If you can save Princess Fan, you will become famous all over the world."

"I don't dare to hope for fame in the world," Mo Wuyou said: "A doctor has a parental heart, and he only hopes that there will be no sick people in the world."

"What a person who only wishes there were no sick people in the world." Chu Xiang looked at the old prison supervisor with approval: "Old Qin, you have a good mind, right?"

Qin Qianli, the old supervisor of Qintian Prison, smiled slightly and looked at Mo Wuyou with strange eyes: "A righteous heart leads to sincerity, sincerity leads to sincerity, sincerity leads to perseverance, and perseverance leads to excellence. Only excellence and sincerity can lead to a good doctor."

Mo Wuyou clasped his fists slightly: "Thank you."

Qin Qianli looked back with a smile and stopped talking.

"Princess Fan is at my house, right? Let's go to the back garden. She must be there, on the lake with my wife."

"Then I'll disturb you."

"So polite!"

Chu Xiang picked up Fan Ye and walked out of the hall.

Mo Wuyou and Qin Qianli also walked back together and arrived at the back garden.

Fan Ye was not in the mood to appreciate the scenery on the left and right, but Chu Xiang pulled him here and there, asking him what the layout was like here.

Fan Ye could only praise perfunctorily, "It's very good, very good, very good, unique and unique."

Chu Xiang smiled and patted Fan Ye on the shoulder: "Prince Fan, don't worry, I guarantee that your wife will be fine."

"King Xin, please don't make fun of me. I'm afraid no one can cure this disease. We can only try our luck."

He glanced at Mo Wuyou and said, "I'm telling the truth. Doctor Mo, don't be offended. I'm in a hurry and seek medical treatment. I don't care if it's useful or not. I'll get treatment first."

Mo Wuyou fisted and said nothing.

"I understand, I understand." Chu Xiang nodded: "You have come through this stage. After a while, you will become discouraged and become completely honest. You will count the days with your hands, how many days are left, and every day will be less and less. That feeling... …”

He couldn't bear to look back and shook his head: "Don't worry, Prince Fan. Even if Dr. Mo fails, I will introduce you to one and I will guarantee a cure."

"Hey, King Xin, thank you in advance."

"No need to say thank you."

The group of people passed through the Moon Gate and came to the quiet path between two woods. After turning around a few times, they suddenly saw a wide lake in front of them, which actually felt vast.

The water pavilions and pavilions on the lake are dotted like stars and are decorated just right, giving people a quiet and pleasant feeling without feeling lonely.

There were two princesses sitting in a small pavilion on the lake, and four maids were waiting on them. The two were playing chess.

"Madam." Chu Xiang raised his voice and said, "Prince Fan is chasing his princess."

The two princesses stood up lightly.

Chu Xiang smiled and led everyone to the lake and along the corridor to the pavilion. The rather quiet pavilion suddenly seemed crowded.

So the four maids exited.

Fan Ye asked Mo Wuyou to take Zhou Jinling's pulse. He didn't care whether men and women were intimate or not, and just took Zhou Jinling's wrist.

Under everyone's gaze, Mo Wuyou closed his eyes and tasted it for a while, then slowly opened his eyes and nodded: "You can give it a try."

Fan Ye breathed a sigh of relief and said hurriedly: "Okay, okay, give it a try."

Zhou Jinling looked calm.

Fan Ye thought she was too disappointed and no longer dared to have hope, so he hurriedly said: "Give it a try, madam."

"My lord, there's no need to bother." Zhou Jinling said softly, "I don't want to spend the rest of my days doing this."

"Okay, okay, madam, if it doesn't work this time, then we won't bother anymore." Fan Ye nodded hurriedly.

Zhou Jinling said softly: "My lord, you have said this four times."

"This is the last time!" Fan Ye promised quickly.

Zhou Jinling sighed softly and nodded slightly.

Fan Ye looked at Mo Wuyou and solemnly clasped his fists: "The miracle doctor Lao Mo is here. Please give me a prescription."

"Okay." Mo Wuyou nodded.

Xiao Xing had prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Mo Wuyou picked up the pen and wrote a recipe and handed it to Fan Ye: "It's best if I cook it myself."

"You don't need Doctor Mo." Chu Xiang waved his hand and said, "How can I let Doctor Mo do this when you are here? Xiaotao, go ahead."

He smiled at Fan Ye and Mo Wuyou and said, "My wife has been lying in bed for so long because these two girls cooked the medicine. They are both good at cooking medicine and there will be no mistakes."

"This..." Mo Wuyou hesitated.

Fan Ye said: "Prince Xin..."

"Don't worry, I'm really not sure, will I be so strong?" Chu Xiang waved his hand and said, "Xiao Tao, go quickly."

"Yes." Xiao Tao glanced at Xu Miaoru, and when she saw Xu Miaoru nodding lightly, she agreed and went out with the prescription.

Fakong, two kilometers away, stared at the prescription, thoughtfully.

He is in charge of the medicine valley, is proficient in medicinal materials, and is also quite proficient in the art of using medicine. He only has to treat people.

He could see that there was nothing wrong with this prescription. It was a warm and nourishing prescription that was balanced and impartial. It could neither kill nor cure anyone.

Can such a prescription cure this terminal cold sting?

He thought it was impossible. There was indeed something wrong with Doctor Mo.

The two old men who were staying in the same courtyard, their faces as white as babies, had the same view.

This prescription is indeed conservative and safe, but it is not a cure. There will be no changes after taking it.

The burly old man frowned and said slowly: "Mr. Dong, these two herbs are a bit weird and seem to be a bit incompatible with this recipe."

"Well, I also found that these two medicines are not right, but... it doesn't matter if there are two more medicines."

"yes."

"The properties of the medicine have not changed, so why do we need these two more medicines?"

"Maybe it's just out of habit?"

"There is a lot of water in the south, but these two medicines do not remove dampness, on the contrary. So... I don't understand, I really don't understand."

At this age, they no longer care about false reputations. Instead, they value medical skills more. If they understand, they understand. If they don't understand, they don't understand. They don't hide it and don't care.

If they don't understand a doctor, I'm afraid the rest of the world won't understand either.

"It seems there is no problem."

"Well, no big problem."

"Then the maid is going to cook the medicine." Xiao Tao said with a bow.

"Go ahead."

Xiaotao took the prescription and left.

Fakong put down his wine glass, shook his head and laughed, what a Kunshan Holy Cult.

Even the imperial doctor could not see any flaws in this antidote.

The poison was as good as a cold sting, and the antidote was just as perfect.

This is not something that ordinary sects can do. It requires a huge amount of manpower, material resources and time, and slowly and painstakingly researches.

Fakong speculated that this was probably the poison of the previous Great Yi, which was inherited by Kunshan Holy Cult.

He concentrated on his luck, and an idea appeared in Xu Miaoru's mind.

Xu Miaoru nodded lightly and looked at Mo Wuyou: "Doctor Mo, I have something to ask you."

"Princess, please speak." Mo Wuyou said slowly and leisurely without being impatient or impatient. His words had a unique rhythm that was very comfortable to listen to.

"I heard that there is a kind of poison in the world. The symptoms of poisoning are almost exactly the same as those of cold sting." Xu Miaoru's mouth slightly raised: "I wonder if Doctor Mo has ever heard of this kind of poison?"

"Poison..." Mo Wuyou muttered, shaking his head slightly: "I'm sorry for my lack of knowledge and ignorance, but I have never heard of such a poison."

"Oh?" Xu Miaoru said with a smile: "Do you think Sister Zhou's illness is caused by poisoning?"

As she spoke, her eyes suddenly turned to Zhou Jinling's two maids.

The golden branches and jade leaves changed slightly at the same time.

Then it returned to normal.

Xu Miaoru smiled and glanced at Chu Xiang proudly.

Chu Xiang shook his head.

Mo Wuyou shook his head and said: "Princess, according to my judgment, Princess Jingbei's cold sting is not poisoning, it is indeed a disease."

"But it's strange." Xu Miaoru said with a smile: "Sister Zhou was actually well before you came, Doctor Mo."

"Impossible." Mo Wuyou remained calm and calm, shaking his head and saying: "The cold sting cannot be cured without medicine. You need to take my medicine to be cured."

"Oh?" Xu Miaoru looked at Zhou Jinling.

Zhou Jinling suddenly stopped trembling and looked at him with a smile.

Mo Wuyou stared at her jade hands. The originally trembling jade hands no longer trembled, and the bulging veins had returned to being slender and graceful.

"Congratulations to the princess!" Mo Wuyou clasped his fists: "It seems that I made a mistake in my judgment. I thought that the princess's illness was still there."

Zhou Jingling smiled softly and said, "There is the miracle doctor Lao Mo."

"Sister Zhou, let's go." Xu Miaoru took Zhou Jinling's jade hand, walked out of the pavilion lightly, got into her pavilion, and closed the door.

Fakong smiled.

No matter how many changes you make, I will break them all with one move.

He directly cured Princess Jingbei, no matter how clever the method was, it was just a trick.