Chapter 077 Special Teacher [07] Magical prescription, everyone snatches it
"What folklore?"
The old man didn't expect Mo Qing to ask further questions and was startled for a moment. However, he looked at Mo Qing and felt that it was normal for children to be curious, so he told the truth.
"It means that a hundred years ago there was a miracle doctor who had no name but left behind countless legends. It is said that before he disappeared, he wrote down ten prescriptions. Each prescription had its own miraculous effects and could cure difficult and complicated diseases. The prescriptions were worth thousands of gold.
, now living in the world, coveted by some people who believe in this legend."
Song Yiyuan commented pertinently: "It doesn't sound reliable."
He had never had any contact with Chinese medicine and did not know these legends. However, he was very sensitive to both "hundred years ago" and "miraculous doctors", so he subconsciously thought of Mo Qing, so he cast his eyes towards Mo Qing.
Mo Qing turned the back of her head towards him without even looking at him.
"There are even more unreliable ones." The old man stroked his beard and sighed, "It is rumored that these ten prescriptions are written on a special material, leaving no traces on the words and difficult to destroy. To obtain these prescriptions, it takes twenty years to
Only one process can make the prescription emerge."
Song Yiyuan asked: "What process?"
"Not sure." The old man shook his head, "I think I saw it in a book, but it was so long ago that I can't remember clearly."
Mo Qing glanced at the ceiling above his head, with a thoughtful expression on his face, and asked: "What are Jing Su looking for, a legend of a miracle doctor, a mysterious prescription, or a complete process?"
"I don't know. Anyway, he heard me mention the legendary Queen Demon Barrier," the old man said.
"Thank you."
Mo Qing threw down two words and then headed for the stairs.
Song Yiyuan followed her, his aura suppressed to death, like a follower.
When he reached the corner, Song Yiyuan suddenly strode up two steps, came to Mo Qing's side, and lowered his voice: "Honestly, I felt something was wrong with you following me from the beginning. What exactly do you want to do?"
Mo Qing said lightly: "I don't know."
Song Yiyuan frowned: "I don't know?"
Mo Qing said: "It's still in the exploratory stage."
Song Yiyuan looked puzzled.
In fact, Mo Qing did not fool him.
All her motivations for doing all this came from the new mission of the paranormal department. The new character did not explain the content, but only gave a clue. She could only collect information first.
She has nothing else to do and is not afraid of wasting time.
What's more, her intuition has always been sharp.
"What about that folk legend? Is the miracle doctor talking about you? Is the prescription true?" Song Yiyuan raised his hand to touch his chin and looked at Mo Qing carefully.
"What I said doesn't count." Mo Qing asked lazily, "The question is, do you believe it?"
——Do you believe it?
Song Yiyuan was stunned by this question.
Mo Qing stopped chatting with him and continued walking up the stairs.
When you walk out of the narrow stairs, you will see a few simple rows of bookshelves with not many books. They are divided into two areas, one on the left and one on the left, with a leisure area and a reading area.
It's clear at a glance.
There are two people on the second floor. One is sitting on the sofa in the reading area, with half of his silhouette visible, and is reading a book. The other is sitting in front of the bar in the leisure area, wearing a clerk's uniform, and is also reading.
Song Yiyuan glanced around and walked straight towards the bar.
Mo Qing did not move, his eyes were fixed on the sofa for a moment, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Jiang Ke.
【Mo Qing】: Jiang——
Within a few seconds, he saw the man on the sofa move. He took out his phone and glanced at it, then looked over here. The moment the two looked at each other, Mo Qing saw clearly the speechlessness in his eyes.
Today, Jiang Ke is still dressed in a casual shirt, but he is not so meticulous. He has no tie, unbuttons his collar, and rolls up his sleeves to his elbows.
He crossed his legs and held a book in his hand.
After a moment, Jiang Ke looked away, lowered his eyes slightly, and tapped the screen of his phone with his finger.
After a while, Mo Qing received a new message.
[Jiang Ke]: Boss.
After glancing at the message, Mo Qing put away the phone and turned towards the bar.
At this time, Song Yiyuan had already arrived in front of the bar. The moment his shadow fell, Jing Su noticed his presence. Just as he was about to raise his head to speak, he saw Song Yiyuan's appearance and immediately lost his voice.
"You still need to read while working while sick?" Song Yiyuan pinched the book in Jing Su's hand with three fingers. He leaned against the bar and flipped through the book quickly while teasing, "Not bad, not bad, what a good example."
Jing Su was stunned for a moment when he suddenly saw Song Yiyuan, and soon his beautiful features were covered with a layer of coldness.
He said coldly: "What are you doing here?"
Song Yiyuan closed the book and said nonchalantly: "I'm afraid you'll forget about school, so I'll ask you to go back to class."
Jingsu looked at the book in his hand and said nothing.
After being looked at by Jing Su for a while, Song Yiyuan found it quite boring and returned the book to Jing Su.
Song Yiyuan put his elbows across the bar and asked, "I heard that you were in Song Jianghe's class before?"
Upon hearing the words "Song Jianghe", Jingsu's expression suddenly changed.
Jingsu's expression became even colder.
"Don't be so hostile." Song Yiyuan raised his eyes, "Since you are his student, you should put your study first and graduate well. The story has been passed down for a hundred years, so there is no need to know the result now."
Jingsu said coldly: "Stop talking about him."
After a slight pause, he continued: "Compared with him, except for the fact that they both share the same surname of Song, nothing can compare to him."
Song Yiyuan's expression changed slightly, but he regained his composure only for a moment.
However, when he looked at Jingsu again, there were more complicated emotions in his eyes.
After a moment, Song Yiyuan nodded and said: "I admit this, but you -"
"You know shit."
Izuku cut him off directly.
Completely resisting communication with Song Yiyuan, after Jingsu said these words, he turned sideways, bent down to pick up the backpack on the ground, took the coat on the stool, and walked out of the bar.
He walked down the stairs without looking back.
Mo Qing watched this scene. When Jing Su disappeared, he looked sideways at Song Yiyuan and raised his eyebrows: "Song Jianghe?"
"I..." Song Yiyuan paused for a moment, covering up all his emotions, and said lightly, "The teacher in our school used to teach him in the first year of high school."
"Never heard of it."
"Normal." Song Yiyuan smiled very casually, "He left before I came."
"oh."
Mo Qing did not ask any more questions, but his eyes paused on Song Yiyuan's face for a second.
Song Yiyuan clapped his hands and said, "Let's go."
"Where is he?" Mo Qing pointed to Jing Su.
"As long as others are fine, there is no point in staying in the classroom for students who don't want to go to class. Let's see if they go to school tomorrow, otherwise we will lobby again." Song Yiyuan's attitude was very good.
He walked slowly towards the stairs, accidentally glanced at the sofa in the reading area, and found that no one was there anymore.
He tilted his head and asked, "Where is that guest? Is he gone?"
Mo Qing replied lazily: "Let's go."
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They both walked out of the bookstore.
The snow is still falling.
After Mo Qing stepped out of the threshold, he caught a glimpse of something from the corner of his eye and stood still.
Song Yiyuan was shaking from the cold. He took out his keys and walked towards the car. After taking two steps, he found that Mo Qing hadn't moved. He turned around in confusion: "What are you doing there?"
Mo Qing said: "You go first, I have something else to do."
"It's so late, what else can you do?" Song Yiyuan came over suspiciously, "Did you find something?"
Mo Qing tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, with a hint of threat in his eyes: "Are you leaving?"
"Let's go." Song Yiyuan's back trembled, but he didn't stalk me, "Be careful on the way and say hello to me when you get back."
"Um."
Mo Qing responded condescendingly.
Song Yiyuan rubbed his hands, finally suppressed his curiosity and left.
Mo Qing stood at the door for a while, making sure that Song Yiyuan had driven away, and then slowly turned around. At this time, a man walked out of the store next door, tall and tall, wearing a windbreaker, and looking elegant.
It's Jiang Ke.
Jiang Ke tilted his head and looked at her without saying anything, looking relaxed.
Mo Qing asked calmly: "Where are you going?"
"go home."
Jiang Ke turned around and left.
Mo Qing stepped up to follow.
She asked: "What are you checking?"
"The nine-story platform started from tired soil. Read more books and improve yourself." Jiang Ke said high-sounding nonsense, then asked, "What about you?"
Mo Qing didn't even bat an eyelid as he opened his mouth: "It's a pleasure to help others, everyone has a responsibility. Encourage rebellious students to take the right path."
“Not bad, moral, intellectual, physical, artistic and labor development is all-round.”
"You are not bad either. There are four out of five good youth representatives."
The two of them kept arguing back and forth until they got to the car. When they got into the car, Jiang Ke's aura changed and he became the calm and meticulous image he had before.
Mo Qing pressed his temples with his fingers.
She resisted the urge to kick him, and asked in a slightly stiff tone: "Take a blind guess, for the miracle cure?"
Jiang Ke is enigmatic: "It cannot be said."
Mo Qing sneered.
Wasn't it that when we had hot pot last time, we asked him to check it by himself? He was even more enthusiastic.
However, if the focus of the new mission is the prescription...
