When Zhou Xiaoze's eyes fell on the energy displayed by Lu Xianhua, he became restless.
The energy surrounding her body was like black butterflies, looming, flying up and down, and even exuding some kind of terrifying aura.
This phenomenon that appeared on Lu Xianhua was invisible to ordinary people, but it could not escape Zhou Xiaoze's eyes. He found that her vitality had begun to wither.
The poison she received seemed to have been brought from her mother's womb.
"Shy girl, get up quickly,"
Zhou Xiaoze helped Lu Xianhua up from the ground and said gently, "Don't worry, I will try my best to save you!"
"Brother, thank you!"
After receiving Zhou Xiaoze's promise, Lu Xianhua burst into laughter.
Lu Yaohu also comforted his granddaughter: "My child, the person in front of you is the real medical saint, Zhou Xiaoze, who I mentioned to you. Now, he is grandpa's honorary master. He said to save
You, I will definitely save you!"
When he came to the room, Zhou Xiaoze looked at Lu Yaohu with a stern face and said to him based on the feedback in his mind: "Mr. Lu, if I'm not wrong, the poison on the shy girl is butterfly poison, and it was carried in the womb."
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"The reason why it is called butterfly poison is because people who are poisoned by this poison will have black spots on their bodies before death, just like butterflies."
"Butterfly poison is also a taboo. Anyone who violates this taboo will definitely die!"
"Mr. Lu, there are no outsiders here. Let me ask you: Have the parents of the shameless girl died long ago because of this poison?"
After listening to Zhou Xiaoze's words, Lu Yaohu was even more impressed: "Master, what you said is absolutely correct. The shameful flower is poisoned by butterfly poison."
"My son and his wife were both poisoned by the butterfly poison because they violated some kind of taboo. They both died of the poison in the third year after giving birth to a shameless flower!"
Speaking of this, Lu Yaohu suddenly burst into tears, "To this day, I don't know what taboo Shame's parents violated. It's just that before they died, they kept shouting that they shouldn't go to Songshan to play. Look at them
His expression looks like he has encountered something extremely terrifying!"
Hearing this, Zhou Xiaoze frowned slightly and asked in confusion: "Mr. Lu, how did you know that using the dragon-changing aura of West Lake can detoxify a shy girl?"
Lu Yaohu said: "To be honest with Master, I am a pharmacist practitioner. When I first discovered the dragon energy in Xizi Lake, I sensed that it could help detoxify the shy flower."
"It's a pity that I don't have the ability to get the dragon spirit energy in the West Lake. But I feel that although I can't get this dragon spirit energy, someone will definitely be able to get it!"
"It is precisely because of this that I have been living here with my granddaughter, hoping to wait until this person appears. Unexpectedly, I really waited for the master!"
"Mr. Lu, the dragon spirit energy can indeed help the shy girl eliminate the butterfly poison in her body, but it cannot remove the taboos caused by her womb!"
Based on the information fed back in his mind, Zhou Xiaoze said, "If we want to completely lift the taboos on her body, we must rely on the help of a spiritual medicine!"
"What kind of elixir is it?" Lu Yaohu asked impatiently.
"This elixir is made from a kind of medicine called Bitian Lingyao."
Zhou Xiaoze said with a rather troubled expression, "However, it is said that this kind of Bitian Lingyao is a prehistoric plant on earth. I am afraid it is still difficult to find in this world!"
Even Zhou Xiaoze didn't know what kind of plant the so-called Bicao Lingyao was. He just told the truth based on the information he got.
After hearing what he said, Lu Yaohu sighed sadly: "This... what should we do?"
"Mr. Lu, don't worry. Since I said that I want to save the shy girl, I will definitely find a way to save her."
Zhou Xiaoze comforted.
Lu Yaohu knew Zhou Xiaoze's ability and nodded: "Master, I believe in you!"
At this time, Zhou Xiaoze suddenly discovered that there seemed to be some kind of spiritual energy floating in this room.
Under his spiritual consciousness, the light green aura was coming from a bedroom on the left.
Zhou Xiaoze couldn't help but be slightly startled, where did the spiritual energy come from in this bedroom?
Immediately, Zhou Xiaoze opened his eyes and looked across the wall. He discovered at a glance that there was a study room. In addition to being filled with books, there were also several paintings hanging on the wall.
That light green aura comes from a painting on the wall.
By chance, Lu Yaohu noticed Zhou Xiaoze's curious gaze, and said to him with a smile: "Master, that's my study, do you want to go in and have a look?"
"Okay, Mr. Lu, let's go to your study and have a look!" Zhou Xiaoze said happily.
After entering the study room, Zhou Xiaoze went straight to the painting. It was a fine brushwork painting with extremely fine brushstrokes. It painted a mountain scene with peaks and ridges, haze, flowers and trees, and spiritual energy overflowing.
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This painting looks new and old at the same time. It’s hard to tell what age it is. There is no title on the painting, let alone the author’s signature.
He didn't know what was going on, but when Zhou Xiaoze saw this painting, he felt that it looked particularly familiar and had a cordial feeling, as if he had spent some time in this painting.
"This is Bixia Mountain?" Zhou Xiaoze couldn't help blurting out when he got the feedback in his mind.
When he heard Zhou Xiaoze's words, Lu Yaohu was shaken all over. He asked dumbfounded: "Master, do you know the name of the mountain in this painting?"
Zhou Xiaoze nodded and said: "Mr. Lu, where did you get this painting? Why do I look so familiar with the mountain scenery in this painting?"
"What, are you familiar with the mountain scenery in this painting?" Lu Yaohu started to tremble a little.
"Yes," Zhou Xiaoze murmured, "but I can't remember where I have seen this mountain. Every plant and tree in it looks so friendly to me."
Having said this, Zhou Xiaoze couldn't help but reach out and touch the painting gently.
Unexpectedly, as Zhou Xiaoze's hand gently touched the painting, a golden light flew up from the painting and sank into his palm. At the same time, the author of the painting suddenly appeared in his mind.
Name: Lu Hong!
Lu Hong, a native of Zhuozhou, Hebei Province, was a painter of the Tang Dynasty. He was erudite and talented. He was a hermit in Songshan Mountain. He usually refused to be an official and worked as a bookkeeper. He was good at landscapes, trees and rocks.
When receiving this information, Zhou Xiaoze turned to Mr. Lu and asked with a smile: "Mr. Lu, if I am correct, are you a descendant of Lu Hong, a famous painter from the Tang Dynasty?"
Hearing this, Mr. Lu was even more shocked and said: "Master, do you mean that this painting was painted by Lu Hong in the Tang Dynasty?"
Zhou Xiaoze nodded and said, "I don't know much about Lu Hong, but judging from this painting, he should be a cultivator in the hidden sect!"
"Master, if you can say this, does that mean you are also a cultivator in the Hidden Sect?" Mr. Lu said excitedly.
Zhou Xiaoze said bluntly: "Old Master Lu, since you are the collector of this painting and a descendant of Lu Hong, a cultivator of the Hidden Sect, I will tell you the truth: I am indeed a cultivator of the Hidden Sect!
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After hearing this, Mr. Lu said overjoyed: "Master, I finally found a new owner for this Bixia Mountain View. From today on, this painting belongs to you!"
"Old Mr. Lu, this is your ancestral possession, how can I accept it?"
In fact, Zhou Xiaoze fell in love with this painting when he first saw it. However, after all, it was someone else's property and it was hard for him to ask for it.
Mr. Lu said with a smile: "Master, to be honest, this painting was indeed handed down from my ancestors, but my ancestors of the Lu family don't know the mountain scenery in the painting or the name of the author. I only know this painting.
The author is a practitioner of my Lu family ancestor, and he is also his
The final painting. After he completed the painting, he drove away to Hexian. Before his death, his ancestor left a last word, saying that whoever can recognize the name of the mountain in the painting or tell the name of the painter, the painting will belong to him.
Own it. Because this owner may help him realize his last wish that he could not fulfill during his lifetime!"
"Mr. Lu, do you know what Lu Hong's last wish was?"