Chapter 107 The Diary Discovered in the Utility Room (10,000 characters)
The night is as dark as ink, and the waning moon hangs high.
Baima Town is a small town on the edge of the jurisdiction of Yuzhou City. It is backed by Baima Mountain, so it is named Baima Town.
As the old saying goes, it depends on the mountains to feed the mountains, and if it relies on the water to feed the water, Baima Town is built on the mountains, so naturally it feeds on the mountains.
Relying on the fertile Baima Mountain, there are naturally many hunters, medicine farmers, and woodcutters in the town, and they are very famous around Yuzhou City.
But at this time, Baima Town was not as bustling as before. There was a deathly silence in the town. All the people were gathered together and arrived at the entrance of the town in a daze.
Some people's faces turned black and they were leaning against the wall, gasping for air. Some scattered people even fell to the ground, and no one cared about them.
Captain Qin was also sitting cross-legged in the distance. His face was also filled with black energy at this moment. The two agents who followed him had fallen to the ground. Their symptoms were the same as those of Chen Xiaoer.
In just three days, the once bustling Baima Town turned into a hell on earth. This terrifying rate of infection was infinitely more terrifying than the epidemic ten years ago.
"Mom, I'm afraid..."
In the corner, a child saw this scene, with a trace of fear in his eyes.
"Don't be afraid. These officials are here to investigate. We will be fine soon."
The woman picked up the child and comforted him softly.
At this moment, a strange, nauseating smell came from afar, and many people frowned.
"That's kerosene!" Someone exclaimed in shock, "Someone is pouring kerosene on it!"
What is kerosene?
It will not be unclear to the hunters present that this is extracted from animals and then sold to the court for use in war.
As this voice sounded, the originally silent Baima Town suddenly became panicked.
"Kerosene!? Do you want to burn us all to death?"
"What!?"
...........
Those who could stand stood up one after another and looked into the distance.
In front of the archway, dozens of government officials were seen holding kerosene barrels in their hands. They were pouring kerosene upside down on the houses in the town, in the wooden archway, and even on the bodies of the fallen people.
"Prepare to set fire."
Following the sound of a clear drink, three or four strong men holding torches took a few steps forward.
"They're going to burn us!"
An Orion saw this and immediately shouted.
No one present could have imagined that one day this kerosene would be used on themselves.
"Whoever dares to step forward will be killed without mercy!"
A middle-aged Confucian scholar took a step forward slowly, with a sneer on his lips.
This man is none other than the judge of Yuzhou City, Lang Qi.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
The strong men behind them also drew their blades and stared coldly at the hunters in front. As long as they dared to take a single step, they would wave the sharp blades in their hands mercilessly.
When Orion saw this, a drop of cold sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.
"snort!"
Seeing this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar slowly stretched out his arms.
"No matter what, we will die, so why not fight with them!"
When Orion saw this, his eyes turned red and he looked straight ahead at Zhuang Ban.
"That's right, it's death anyway."
"Fight them!"
"Master Cangtian, you have seen that these officials are inhumane. They actually want to set fire to us."
.......
Seeing this, the people of Baima Town who still had some energy left stood up in anger.
For the sake of dozens of people named Bai who were infected with the epidemic, their entire Baima town was burned down.
For a time, the two parties formed a confrontation, and the atmosphere became tense and subtle.
"Sir Lang, I can't understand why this is happening..." When the first-year elder of Baima Town saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel sad.
There are hundreds of households in Baima Town, nearly a thousand people, and now they are being burned alive...
Lang Qi took a deep breath and said: "The prefect has an order to burn everyone in Baima Town, including him."
The old man opened his mouth but stopped talking.
Hearing this, the audience fell into deathly silence.
Lang Qi stretched out his palm again, and everyone present was concentrating, and their breathing seemed to have stopped at this moment.
"etc!"
Suddenly, a cold drink came from far away.
"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!"
The sound of horse hoofbeats was heard everywhere, and An Jing and Han Wenxin rushed over.
"Yu! Master Lang, please wait!"
Han Wenxingao shouted, and then hurriedly got off the horse.
"Captain Han?"
Lang Qi frowned slightly when he saw the visitor, "What is your intention in coming here?"
Chief Qin and a group of detectives came to investigate the matter and were already caught in the epidemic. In order to prevent future troubles, the new prefect ordered him to prohibit the investigation of the matter and asked him to come and burn down Baima Town directly to prevent the epidemic from spreading and causing serious consequences.
Han Wenxin took a deep breath and said: "It is too early to burn Baima Town. I have invited the most famous doctor in Yuzhou City. I might as well let him have a try..."
The most famous doctor!?
Lang Qi glanced at An Jing next to Han Wenxin. He had also heard a bit about the abilities of Dr. An of Jishi Hall, one of the most famous doctors in Yuzhou City.
In addition to his superb medical skills, he is also one of the few benevolent doctors who treat people's hearts. The only thing that makes people criticize him is that he is young and has limited qualifications.
Lang Qi said slowly: "But Capt. Han, the order Lang received was to burn down Baima Town, and he did not say to wait for Dr. An's treatment."
"Master Lang, can't you be accommodating?" Han Wenxin frowned.
"If this epidemic spreads and spreads to the entire Yuzhou City, can you bear the responsibility?"
"Give Dr. An a chance, maybe this epidemic is not as terrible as we imagined, like a scourge, and all these hundreds of people can be saved."
"impossible!"
"What if I must save him?"
Lang Qi gave Han Wenxin a cold look and said, "Captain Han, you have a great future, so don't make a mistake."
His new Korean language skills are pretty good. If Qin Captou is buried in Baima Town, then he will be the only Capt.
Han Wenxin felt a chill in his heart and shouted: "Does Master Lang really want to burn hundreds of households in Baima Town alive?"
"Han Wenxin, you are wrong."
Lang Qi said with some displeasure: "It's not that I want to burn them alive. This is the order of the prefect, and I'm just following orders."
When An Jing heard this, he glanced at Lang Qi thoughtfully.
"In this case, if there was no order from the prefect, Lord Lang would definitely burn down Baima Town today?"
"That's right."
"Then you're welcome, Han."
"What are you going to do!?"
When Lang Qi heard Han Wenxin's words, he immediately felt something was wrong.
Han Wenxin stepped forward and punched Lang Qi in the face.
"Boom!"
Lang Qi's eyes only felt blurry, and then a feeling of dizziness came over him, and he stepped back again and again, and finally sat down on the ground.
"Sir Lang!" "Sir Lang!"
The strong squads around saw this and shouted quickly.
"Han...Han Wenxin, you are so brave! You dare to hit me!? You are treasonous!"
Lang Qi touched his nose and mouth, which were all bright red.
Everyone in the field was stunned. No one expected that Han Wenxin would punch Judge Lang to the ground. He was a popular figure in front of the new prefect, the third-in-command in Yuzhou City.
"This is your medical expenses."
Han Wenxin took out three taels of silver from his purse and threw it into Lang Qi's arms.
"Okay, okay."
Lang Qi became angry and said fiercely: "Han Wenxin, let's wait and see. I will definitely report this matter to the prefect."
"Walk!"
With that said, Lang Qi stood up, led by several strong men, and walked tremblingly towards the distance.
"Mr. Lang, are your injuries okay? Should we go see a doctor now?" a strong class member asked in a low voice.
"But isn't the best doctor in Yuzhou City right behind?" Zhuang Ban beside him couldn't help but muttered.
"Look, what doctor are you seeing?"
Lang Qi frowned, took out three taels of silver, and said, "If you don't go to Goulan to listen to music and watch beauties this late at night, what kind of doctor are you looking for?"
Several Zhuang Bans were stunned when they heard Lang Qi's words.
According to Lang Qi's temperament in the past, he might have been gearing up to take revenge on the Han captor, but now he actually has the leisure to listen to music?
"Let's go, let's go, let's get out of here."
Lang Qi said impatiently: "That boy Han Wenxin is really ruthless. I want to solve thousands of worries tonight...one by one..."
...........
"call!"
Seeing Lang Qi leading everyone away, the people of Baima Town breathed a sigh of relief, but then they became even more worried.
Lang Qi is gone, but everyone knows he will come back again
Besides, even if Lang Qi doesn't come, what should they do?
That money can free up half of his savings...
Han Wenxin looked at Lang Qi's back with pain, then turned around and looked at An Jing, paused before saying: "Brother An, it's up to you now."
"Don't worry, leave it to me."
An Dingding nodded, and then took the lead in walking towards Mr. Qin.
"This is Doctor Xiaoan from Yuzhou City."
"Can he?"
"Hey, he is the only doctor who dares to come to Baima Town for treatment now."
........
When the people in the surrounding Baima Town saw this, they all started talking in low voices.
"Doctor Xiao'an." Qin Baotou was about to stand up, but as soon as his legs and feet were about to stand up, he suddenly felt weak all over.
"You sit down."
An Jing said quickly: "I'll check your pulse first."
"Doctor Xiao'an, can you take your pulse from anywhere?" Qin Baotou said with a bitter smile: "If you can't, it's better not to treat me and wait. I'm afraid that you will also be infected with this disease by then."
"It doesn't matter."
An Jing waved his hand and said, "Just lie down and give me your pulse."
Seeing An Jing's insistence, Qin Captou could only lie down, and then stretched out his right wrist.
The method of taking the pulse does not mean that it can be taken casually. First, the wrist must be at the same level as the heart, so that the deviation will be extremely low.
An Jing put his fingers and eyes on the pulse cun guan and chi guan, feeling the rhythm of the qi in his body.
The ruler is yin and the float is yang.
Qin Qin's head's pulse fluctuated greatly, the pulse fluctuated abnormally, the Yin Fire was strong, and the pulse was short. If it hadn't been for the support of Qi Qi within him, he might have turned into a lonely ghost at this moment like other police officers.
.
"Um?"
When An Jing saw it, his heart moved. He felt a sense of familiarity in the energy in Qin Baotou's body, which seemed to be very similar to Shui Yue's body. Moreover, he heard Han Wenxin said that Qin Baotou's cultivation level was at the fifth level.
But at this moment, Qi Jin is obviously stronger than the fifth grade.
This Qin Captou is not as simple as it seems.
"Brother An, how are you?"
Han Wenxin interrupted An Jing's contemplation.
Seeing An Jing not speaking for a long time, his heart sank to the bottom. Could it be that An Jing had nothing to do?
The people surnamed Bai in the surrounding Baima Town also breathed a sigh of relief and felt very nervous.
It seemed as if An Jing's words at this moment were pronouncing their life or death.
An Jing said slowly: "As I expected, it should be corpse energy."
"Corpse Qi!?"
Han Wenxin was immediately confused when he heard this, "Brother An, do you have any idea?"
He didn't understand these twists and turns at all, he just wanted to get the result.
An Jing chuckled lightly and said, "Don't worry, this corpse energy is much more difficult to deal with than the Yin energy, but it's not impossible to remove."
An ordinary doctor would definitely not be able to cure this corpse qi, but An Jing is quite experienced in this.
"call!"
Hearing what An Jing said, the stone in Han Wenxin's heart dropped completely.
"Can Dr. Xiao'an cure it?" Qin Baotou's eyes also lit up.
Originally, he was prepared to wait for death, but he didn't expect that An Jing, whom Han Wen newly invited, could heal him.
He is indeed the doctor the sect master wanted to search for. He is indeed an extraordinary person.
"Can."
An Ding nodded.
"Can Dr. Xiaoan cure it?"
"Great! We still have hope to survive."
"Dr. Xiao'an is a living Bodhisattva who saves the suffering!"
........
When the people present heard An Jing's words, they burst into tears of joy and were extremely excited.
"I'll give Qin a try first."
An Jing said, taking out a few silver needles from the medicine box.
The most natural state is for the yin and yang qi in the human body to reach balance.
An imbalance of yin energy will lead to serious illness, but too much yang energy is not a good thing either.
Monk Fazhi felt that Anjing had a lot of yang energy. A large part of the reason was because the Buddhist treasure Bodhi Pearl was refined by him, so he mistakenly believed that Anjing was born with pure yang energy and had extremely high qualifications.
In a normal human body, the two qi of yin and yang are in roughly equal balance.
The characteristics of corpse qi are somewhat similar to that of yin qi, but there are also many differences. Both are negative, and yin qi is stronger than corpse qi. If these ordinary people are infected by yin qi, they may become ill within a day of consultation.
Death, but the corpse aura is relatively soft.
Although people will not die soon, they are like maggots in the tarsal bones and are difficult to remove.
The purpose of An Jing taking out the silver needle was naturally to channel his internal energy into the silver needle and guide the corpse energy out of his body.
Guiding corpse qi requires not only internal strength, but also an understanding of various acupoints in the human body, including some acupoints that do not operate internal force.
Therefore, this matter is not something that anyone can do.
"Bah!"
The silver needle touched Qin Baotou's Tianling point, and a gossamer-like internal energy surged into it.
This internal force is not deep, it only has the effect of guidance.
Suddenly, Qin Baotou felt a warmth start to spread from the top of his head from top to bottom, making his originally groggy brain begin to wake up.
He could clearly feel that the Qi that had troubled him for a long time was being pulled bit by bit by the silver needle, and then guided out.
Seeing this, An Jing nodded secretly.
A large part of the reason why it went so smoothly was because Qin Baotou had strong internal strength and was able to withstand the corpse energy. If it were an ordinary person, it might have taken longer.
I saw black air current floating above the silver needle, then floated into the air and completely dissipated.
"Is this corpse qi?"
When Han Wenxin saw this, he couldn't help but secretly marveled.
After about a stick of incense, An Jing took back the silver needle.
"How's it going?" Han Wenxin asked quickly.
"It's not a big problem, but I have to go back to recuperate for a month."
An Jing pondered for a while and said: "The corpse energy in the bodies of these ordinary people can also be cleared, but their internal strength is not as deep as Qin's arrest, and it will take a longer time, and some roots of disease will even be left in their bodies."
An Jing is not a god. He treats patients by relying on his profound medical skills and internal guidance.
Han Wenxin nodded. It was already great to be able to save these patients. As for the root cause of the disease, it could only depend on their own luck.
At this time, Qin Baotou adjusted his breathing, opened his eyes, and couldn't help but admired: "Doctor Xiaoan is indeed a famous doctor in Yuzhou City, I admire you."
"It's too early to say this now, Brother Han, what you have to do now is to incinerate all the dead bodies, and you must do it quickly."
An Jing then turned to look at the people in Baima Town and let out a long breath, "As for these dozens of people who have been infected by the corpse gas, let them line up and come one by one."
"good!"
Han Wenxin nodded when he heard this.
There were more than thirty ordinary people in Baima Town who died due to corpse gas, and there were even two police officers. It was not an easy task to incinerate these corpses.
.........
Jishitang.
The sky in autumn is too clear, and the rising sun falls without dust. There is no dust. The sunshine is a bit dazzling, but it is so pure.
Tan Yun got up sleepily to wash up, and then prepared to pack yesterday's clothes and go to the river port to wash clothes.
"Ouch...woof!"
When the little black boy saw Tan Yun walking out of the room, Sayazi ran to Tan Yun's feet and kept licking her embroidered shoes to show her favor.
"go away."
Tan Yun was most annoyed by the little black guy licking her shoes, so when he saw this, he kicked them over.
This kick was not very strong, and the little black boy rolled twice on the ground, then got up again, happily surrounding Tan Yun.
"Do you believe that I will chop you into pieces in a moment?"
When Tan Yun saw this, he raised his hammer and sneered.
The little black boy drooped his tail, as if he remembered the rabbit that jumped into the pot that day, or was intimidated by Tan Yun's momentum, and took a few steps back involuntarily.
"Ouch...woof."
The little black boy called out in a low voice, and then ran away quickly.
"Get over here."
When Tan Yun saw the little black boy running away, he couldn't help shouting: "Did I let you go?"
Every time she goes to Hebu to wash clothes, Little Hei Zai will follow her obediently. Today, he doesn’t even plan to follow her. How can she bear this?
She couldn't bear it when the little black boy licked her, and she couldn't bear it if the little black boy didn't lick her.
I saw the little black boy making a circle along the corridor and arriving at the corner of the backyard. This was a small warehouse.
"Little one, let me see where you are running to?"
Tan Yun quickly followed, then licked his red lips, "You should know what happened to those rabbits, right?"
"Woof woof woof!"
The little black boy barked at the wooden door next to him.
"Um!?"
Tan Yun couldn't help but look at the wooden door next to her and frowned slightly. She had almost never been to this place. She only heard from her uncle that it was a place for storing sundries and had not been used for a long time.
"In the past few months, my uncle himself seems not to have entered this warehouse..."
Seeing the little black boy barking at the utility room, Tan Yun couldn't help but feel a little curious.
What exactly is stored in this warehouse?
At this time, there was still a lock on the wooden door, but the lock was already rusty due to wind and rain.
Who is Tan Yun? He is the only disciple of Li Fuzhou, the leader of the Demon Sect.
The Demon Sect is best at inspection, theft, and tracking. Tan Yun is very familiar with these skills. Not to mention this rusty lock, even if it is a new lock, she can pick it open within ten breaths.
"What's in here?"
Thinking of this, Tan Yun came to the wooden door, and then placed her palm on the rusty iron lock. Before she could pry it open, the iron lock opened by itself.
The wooden door gradually opened, and the darkness that had been sealed for a long time ushered in the first ray of light.
"Woof woof woof!"
Like a hungry tiger pouncing on food, the little black boy rushed in with lightning speed.
Tan Yun also walked in.
This miscellaneous room is not big, but there don't seem to be many things placed there.
It was full of miscellaneous wooden boxes, sundries, chairs, desks, and all kinds of sundries. It looked like what An Jing said, this place was a place to store sundries.
"Ow, woof!"
At this moment, the little black boy got in, and then he seemed to have something in his mouth, and then he came out with his tail wagging.
"This is.......?"
When Tan Yun saw this, he showed a trace of doubt.
What the little black boy was holding in his mouth was not something else, but a black suit.
As a master of human sect, Tan Yun is naturally familiar with this type of clothing.
Night clothes!
Mainly because it is not easy to be discovered when operating at night.
It has a wide range of uses and is generally used for covert tasks, such as investigation, theft, etc.
In the martial arts world, many people are equipped with a set of night clothes, ready to do some shameless things at any time.
"Uncle...he is just a doctor, how come he has night clothes?"
Tan Yun's lovely eyes widened and he couldn't help but mutter to himself.
An Jing is just an ordinary doctor, and he is only at the ninth level of cultivation. Why does he need Ye Xingyi?
If Han Wenxin can deal with ordinary fish and shrimps in the world, then Anjing's strength is at the bottom among the fish and shrimps in the world.
The little black boy called out and continued to get in. After a while, he took off another night clothes.
When Tan Yun saw this, she couldn't sit still and moved the two boxes in front of her. The scene behind the boxes shocked her.
There are dozens of sets of night clothes!
"Uncle, he actually has so many night clothes, what on earth is he going to do?"
Tan Yunxin was filled with doubts and confusion.
For an ordinary doctor to have collected so many night clothes, could it be some kind of special hobby?
"Could it be that...my uncle likes to wear night clothes...?"
Suddenly, Tan Yun seemed to have thought of something, and his face turned red.
...........
Zhao Qingmei got up early as usual, then sat in front of the dressing table to dress up, looking at the bronze mirror in front of her, she felt suddenly empty for some reason.
In these three months of peaceful life, she seemed to have almost forgotten that she was still the leader of the Demon Cult.
She has completely fallen in love with this kind of life, such peaceful days, and the person who waits for her every day.
Just one night without An Jing made her feel worried and empty.
"Miss!"
At this time, Tan Yun's voice sounded outside the door.
"come in."
Zhao Qingmei inserted the silver hairpin and said
Upon hearing this, Tan Yun slowly opened the door and walked in. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Miss, my subordinate discovered something, and it is related to my uncle."
I don’t know if the lady knows about this, but it would be better to report it to the lady.
"What's going on?" Zhao Qingmei frowned when she heard it was related to An Jing.
"In the utility room, I found something strange."
"what?"
"Night clothes, dozens of sets of night clothes."
"Oh? Take me to see it."
When Zhao Qingmei heard this, her heart moved.
Night-walking clothes are only used by people who travel around the world. Her husband is just an ordinary doctor. Why there are so many night-walking clothes is a bit strange.
Later, Tan Yun took Zhao Qingmei to the miscellaneous room.
"Miss, look at these..."
Tan Yun pointed to the night walking path.
Zhao Qingmei bent down, then picked up a set of night clothes and looked at them carefully, frowning slightly.
She was very familiar with An Jing's size. There was basically no big difference between the size of these night clothes and his, the only difference was that they were smaller.
Tan Yun asked cautiously: "Miss, why do you think my uncle left so many night clothes?"
If it was an ordinary matter within the sect, she would usually ask about it, but Tan Yun was also very curious about going to Anjing.
"I don't really know either."
Zhao Qingmei shook her head.
Don’t you know, Miss?
Is this my uncle’s own private secret?
"Could it be..."
When Tan Yun heard this, he couldn't help but think of something. In the rivers and lakes, there was something that everyone could kill, and that was the flower-picking thief.
These flower-picking thieves, because of their extraordinary strength, often violate strict laws and morals, specialize in stealing incense and jade, and destroying women's virginity. Not to mention ordinary people in the market, even people in the world are quite shameless about them.
.
Could it be that my uncle was a flower picker in the past?
Thinking of this, Tan Yun showed a trace of disbelief, and then shook his head repeatedly, "My uncle is just an ordinary doctor with no strength. How can he be a flower picker? Absolutely impossible."
Zhao Qingmei frowned, and her heart was full of doubts and confusion.
There is no internal energy fluctuation in An Jing's body. Even if he has learned some boxing and kicking kung fu, according to people in the world, he is only a ninth-level cultivation. This kind of cultivation is no different for ordinary people who have not learned boxing and kicking kung fu. Those who have learned a little bit of martial arts
People are simply no match for others.
Since he has never learned martial arts, why does he keep these night clothes?
She and An Jing had been together day and night for so long that she didn't feel any internal fluctuations. Unless An Jing was a master, it would be impossible to hide it from her.
Could it be...
Zhao Qingmei also thought of something and her cheeks turned slightly red.
Tan Yun continued to rummage through the boxes and cabinets, seemingly trying to find other interesting things.
"Miss, look, there are books here. Hey... they seem to be about martial arts..."
At this time, she found a wooden box filled with books.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
The book fell down in the wooden box.
Tan Yun picked up a book and then stammered: "Is this Qing... Xinjue?"
She didn't recognize the word in the middle.
"That's the inner method of Qinggui."
Zhao Qingmei said in a deep voice.
When Tan Yun heard this, his eyes widened: "Qingfu's mind method? Is it the Qingfu sect's mind? But wasn't the Qingfu sect a sect from the Nine Kingdoms era? Wasn't it destroyed long ago?"
The Qingfu Sect is not considered a large sect. It is only a small sect in the chaos of the Nine Kingdoms. The core method of its sect is the Xuanwu-level Qingfu Heart Determination.
Those who practice martial arts can only upgrade their cultivation to the first level with the support of Xuanwu-level mental skills. The Qingfu Sect relied on the Xuanwu-level Qingfu Xinjue to attract many disciples to join. However, under the disputes between the Nine Kingdoms, even at that time
Top sects such as Wusheng Sect have been destroyed, let alone small sects like Qingfu Sect.
Xuanwu-level mental skills are nothing in the eyes of these two people.
Zhao Qingmei practices the Heavenly Demon Art at the Tianwu level, while Tan Yun practices the Earth Demon Art at the Zhenwu level, and their mental skills are both higher than the Qingji Xinjue.
But one of them is a master of the Demon Cult, and the other is the leader of the Demon Cult. It is normal to have such mentality.
They looked down upon this green clam mentality. For ordinary people in the world, this mentality was a treasure. If it were placed in the world, it would cause a lot of fighting and competition.
"My uncle has such a mentality, but he doesn't practice?" Tan Yun moved his mouth and said in disbelief.
For those who practice martial arts, such martial arts is comparable to that of a peerless beauty. How can someone be able to control it without being tempted at all?
If An Jing were here, he would definitely tell Tan Yun seriously that he really didn't practice because the level of the green clam's determination was too low.
Why was he able to obtain the determination of the green clam? It was all because of the fate of the "lucky star shining high" and the instructions of the Book of Earth.
At first, An Jing followed the instructions in the Book of the Earth and would go there whenever an opportunity appeared around him. However, as his cultivation level improved, he found that most of the red and yellow opportunities were of little help to him, so he gradually stopped taking action.
Zhao Qingmei bent down and looked at the books on the floor, ""Spirit Snake Palm", "Star Reacher", "Traveling in the Snow Without Traces"..."
Although these martial arts are average in Zhao Qingmei's eyes, they are top-notch in the world, especially with so many martial arts gathered together that even an ordinary family cannot produce them.
Even if it is sold, selling these martial arts to the Jiangnan Dao family will make a huge fortune.
But at this moment, all these martial arts are placed in this wooden box, seemingly placed like garbage, which is really hard to understand.
"Miss, why don't I practice these martial arts?"
Tan Yun picked up the star-catching hand and looked at it twice and asked.
The preciousness of these martial arts can no longer be described in terms of money.
"I don't know either."
Zhao Qingmei frowned. At this moment, she realized that An Jing seemed to have some secrets that he had not told her.
"What kind of martial arts is this?"
Suddenly, Tan Yun picked up a book and said something strange.
""Diary"?"
Zhao Qingmei took the book and softly recited the words on it.
"What is "Diary"?" Tan Yun asked.
"It's probably not martial arts. You'll know when you open it and take a look."
Zhao Qingmei said, gently flipping through the book called the diary.
...........
As the morning sun rises, the earth welcomes a new life.
In the early morning, the weather was a bit cold, but at this moment, Anjing's forehead was covered with sweat and his body was wet.
"call!"
The last silver needle was slowly pulled out from the old man's body, and An Jing couldn't help but let out a breath.
"Brother An, it's over."
Han Wenxin came over with a bowl of water and said with a smile: "You should also take a good rest."
In one night, all dozens of patients in Baima Town were cured, and now most people have returned home to rest.
As for the corpses infected by corpse gas, they were also burned overnight by Han Wenxin.
"Well, you send someone to Jishi Hall to get some medicinal herbs, and then brew them for the people in the town to drink. As for what medicinal herbs they are, I will write them down on paper later."
An Jing took the big bowl and drank the water in one gulp.
"Okay." Han Wenxin nodded,
"Little old man, on behalf of the hundreds of households in Baima Town, I would like to thank Dr. Xiaoan."
At this time, the old man also opened his eyes, feeling extremely excited, and then quickly bowed to An Jing.
This night was full of ups and downs. If Han Wenxin and An Jing hadn't appeared, Baima Town would have been in ruins, and hundreds of households would have turned into ashes along with Baima Town.
The two people in front of me undoubtedly have great kindness to the people named Bai in Baima Town.
"You're welcome."
An Jing supported the old man and said, "It is the doctor himself who saves lives and heals the wounded. This is something that cannot be done by kneeling down."
"Yes, this is what I should do." Han Wenxin coughed twice and said seriously.
"You two are truly heroes of the country."
The old man said quickly: "Dr. An and Mr. Han haven't had a good rest all night. I will take you two to rest now."
"Then it will be hard work."
Han Wenxin did not refuse.
He spent the first half of the night burning corpses, and the second half of the night taking care of the people of Baima Town. He didn't sleep a wink all night.
"That's fine."
An Jing was not sleepy, but he was quite interested in this corpse energy.
The infection of corpse qi should have come from Chen Xiaoer. Chen Xiaoer was infected by corpse qi when he went hunting on Baima Mountain. This means that there should be corpse qi on Baima Mountain.
If this corpse energy is not eliminated, there will definitely be other people like Chen Xiaoer who accidentally get in here and cause trouble in the future.
Moreover, An Jing's heart was full of curiosity about the formation of this qi machine.
Then the old man arranged for An Jing, Han Wenxin and two police officers to stay in his home.
An Jing and Han Wenxin share a room.
"Brother An, are you not used to not having your siblings by your side?"
Han Wenxin said with a smile.
"You think I'm the same as you?"
An Jing held up a lamp and said calmly: "Do you think about giving injections to others every day?"
"inject?"
Han Wenxin was a little puzzled, Sisi thought for a moment and said angrily: "You are talking nonsense, talking nonsense, confusing people, and spitting blood..."
"Besides, you should take a break occasionally to prevent addiction."
An Jing placed the small medicine box next to the bed, and then touched his waist.
This night was much more relaxed than before. Not only was he not tired, but he felt relaxed.
Hearing An Jing's words, Han Wenxin felt sour in his heart. Originally, he planned to go to Goulan to listen to music tonight, but now that he didn't have enough money, he didn't go to Goulan either.
"sleep."
The more Han Wenxin thought about it, the angrier he became. Then he lifted up the quilt, covered his head, fell on the bed and began to fall asleep.
"Sleep, sleep, everything is there in your dreams."
An Jing walked to the table, first burned it with a lamp, then wiped his silver needle with strong liquor and burned it again.
After about a while, Anjing's silver needles were all sterilized, and then he heard a snoring sound like thunder.
The person you share the same bed with becomes a national treasure overnight, and you admire the person you share the same bed with all your life.
"This purr..."
An Jing clicked his tongue.
It is really unimaginable that who would be so unlucky in the future and have to rest in this violent storm every night.
After An Jing packed up all the silver needles, he picked up the small medicine box, put on his clothes, took out the soft sword from the compartment, and prepared to go to Baima Mountain to find out.
.......
When Shui Yue saw An Jing and Han Wen entering the room, she let out a sigh of relief.
Although he is a master at the peak of the second level, he is not an iron man after all. Especially protection and tracking are all consuming, and he has to tighten his nerves at all times.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
The moment Shui Yue opened and closed her eyes, a figure flew out of the house.
This person is none other than An Jing.
"This Shui Yue is really a competent minion. It would be great if he could be used for me."
The moment An Jing was flying, he couldn't help but admire Shui Yue's perseverance.
He didn't sleep all night, and he didn't sleep all night either. Even if he slept, he would secretly monitor him.
Co-author: As long as he leaves Li Fuzhou's sight, he will follow and monitor him in all directions. It is not unreasonable for this demon sect to become a giant in the Yan Jianghu.
This kind of eagle claw is really useful.
An Jing sighed with emotion, and then his body rushed towards Baima Mountain like a breeze.
It was already autumn, and most of the trees were dilapidated. The mountains were full of bare branches, and there were dead leaves all over the place, making it look a bit desolate and withered.
A ray of sunshine from the morning sun shines down, adding a bit of warmth and pleasantness.
An Jingfei stood on the branch, his eyes scanning around.
He is experienced in entering the mountains and forests, and he has often come to Baima Mountain to collect medicine before, so he can be said to be very familiar with the surrounding areas.
However, when he went up the mountain to collect herbs, he didn't find any abnormalities, and he didn't notice the existence of corpse qi. He thought that this thing should have only appeared recently.
It was quiet in the early morning at Baima Mountain. An Jing followed the traces of the hunters' movements, hoping to find some clues.
Baima Mountain is not big, and most of the branches and leaves fall off in autumn, so you can see the whole surrounding area from the top of the dead trees, so it is much easier to search.
But An Jing had already searched the white horse twice, and found no other strange places except some traces of hunters and wild beasts.
"Huh? Is it on the cliff?"
An Jing thought secretly.
Herbs are hard to find, especially precious herbs that grow in inaccessible places, such as cliffs. Ordinary people would not go there. However, after Anjing purchased herbs from hunters in recent years, hunters also began to pay attention.
It is possible for them to search for the herbs on Baima Mountain and find them on the cliff.
Thinking of this, An Jing quickly ran towards the cliff.
Not long after, we arrived at the cliff of Baima Mountain.
Under the cliff, there are jagged rocks with abrupt and strange shapes, and some withered weeds grow in the gaps in the cliff.
An Jing looked down.
At this moment, he suddenly discovered that there seemed to be a black hole below, and he could not see its depth clearly.
"Where is it?"
An Jing's heart moved, and his body fell to the entrance of the dark cave.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
At this moment, a large number of birds seemed to be frightened and flew out of the cave.
An Jing quickly jumped away from these flying birds, and then took a closer look. Most of these flying birds were crows, and there were also a few black pigeons among them.
"Something strange."
Seeing this, his heart suddenly moved.
The dome of the cave is very high, ten meters high.
At this moment, several rays of brilliance emerged from the book on the ground in his mind, which were more numerous and higher-level than the brilliance on Sanmiao Mountain.
"Tip 3: There are unknown blue opportunities in the cave."
"Tip 4: There are unknown blue opportunities in the cave."
"Hint 5: There is an unknown cyan opportunity in the cave."
"Tip 6: There are black opportunities in the cave."