Meng Shuai hesitated for a moment and finally stepped in. Although it was inconvenient to hold Zhong Shaoxuan, he still tried his best to bow and said, "Senior, don't you be fine?"

The white-haired man nodded slightly, pointed to the side, and said, "Let it go there."

Meng Shuai turned to look and saw another room connected to the lobby, which was a warm room inside, so he hurriedly carried Zhong Shaoxuan in.

There was also a plated kang in the warm pavilion, and there were all mattresses on the kang. Meng Shuai was quite pleased. He put Zhong Shaoxuan on the bed, loosened the blanket, pulled it back over the quilt, and then took his pulse.

After putting his hand on his pulse for a long time, Meng Shuai patted his head and thought to himself: What a bullshit, I can't take the pulse at all.

You should know that he was just a small employee in his previous life, so how could he know medical skills? Most of the time, i} was practicing martial arts. Although Shui Sigui taught a lot of herbal knowledge, it was too far from orthodox medical skills.

How can I get such a high-end skill in pulse diagnosis?

He only knew that although Zhong Shaoxuan looked weak, his pulse seemed to be quite stable and there was no noise that even an outsider could hear.

He had just checked outside and did not find Zhong Shaoxuan had a fracture, but he was unconscious and did look dangerous. Could it be that he was internal injury?

No, it’s not professional, so you can’t guess here.

I heard someone whispering behind my back: "That..."

Meng Shuai turned around and saw a slender woman standing at the door, looking at him with a red face, wanting to speak but stopping. Meng Shuai stood up and said, "Dare you, who are you?"

The woman whispered, "I am... the maid who serves in this family. That... young master, let me serve this master.

As he said that, he poured hot water from the side, brought it over and wiped Zhong Shaoxuan's face with a towel.

Seeing that she seemed careful, Meng Shuai took a step back and said, "So you are from this family? The white-haired person outside is your owner?"

The woman shook her head and lowered her voice and said, "No. That man is a bad guy. When she came early in the morning, she drove all our masters and ladies out, leaving only me. She said she was using this house for a few days. She didn't talk about the house money. The masters and ladies were afraid of him and dared not say anything, and there was no room for me, a girl, to speak," she said.

Ju Qian nodded, suddenly remembered something, took a photo on the head of the bed, stood up and walked out, but then turned around and said indirectly: "Do you have any decocted medicine here?"

The woman said, "There is a medicine jar for the master to decoct medicine. Do you want to decoct medicine? Let me do it. I often decoct medicine for the master, and I am used to making these heavy weights."

Meng Shuai said: "Thank you."

However, although he knew the efficacy and characteristics of herbs, he did not understand the amount of medicine, the harmony of yin and yang, the assistance of the monarch and ministers, etc., and other methods of prescription medicine. The turtle gate takes medicine one by one. There is also the perverted "turtle method and nature" to harmonize it. It is completely different from the ordinary people's ignorance. Even though he has the most of the medicine village now, he doesn't know what the box comes out.

After a while, Meng Shuai finally released a 37-seven-seven-sized man in the room. At least he remembered that this could stop bleeding and said, "Let's fry this for him..."

The woman asked in confusion: "That's all right? Only prescribe medicinal materials?"

Meng Shuai said vaguely, "Let's do it first."

The woman said, "Young Master, we don't have a medicine mill. In the past, I used to grab medicine and I was caught ready-made in the raw medicine shop. How did you boil this medicinal material?"

Meng Shuai was stunned for a while and said, "Let's stew it all."

The woman looked at him strangely, and after a while, she said, "Yes." She turned around and walked out, and the master il's door, turned around and said, "Young Master,

Do you want to stew a chicken in it?

Meng Shuai rolled his eyes and was about to be angry and embarrassed. He heard someone outside say, "I'm just making a fuss."

The curtain was moving without wind, and a thin piece of paper flew in lightly, just like someone holding it, moving forward slowly, and flew in front of Meng Shuai.

At first glance, it was a prescription.

After glanced at it, Meng Shuai knew it. The above medicinal materials were all medicinal materials that he had learned and stopped bleeding and healed. Meng Shuai was a half-bottle cool, so he asked him to personally save the medicines Zhang Ren took.

If not, identify the effect of ready-made prescriptions, which is quite accurate. At this time, you will know that it is the one you need to use, and most of the medicinal materials on it are commonly used, so he has prepared them here.

Put it in the woman's hand, her sleeves shook, and the Chinese medicine village in the Black Soil World rolled down, Meng Shuai launched it together, saying:

"Take all these. Decoct medicine according to the recipe. If you don't have a mill, use a kitchen knife, or find someone to borrow anything. If you decoct the medicine, I'll give you more money."

The woman nodded and agreed to take the medicinal herbs and prescriptions.

When she went, Meng Shuai tucked the quilt for Zhong Shaoxuan and walked out.

The white-haired man was still standing in the middle. Although there was a stool in front of him, he had no intention of sitting down. He seemed to be a world of his own.

Incompatible with the world around you

Meng Shuai hesitated for a moment, went over and bowed and said, "Thank you for your help, senior."

The white-haired man nodded slightly and said nothing.

There is a new message

Meng Shuai was also used to his silence. He hesitated for a moment and finally said seriously. "Although I don't know how to be rich, there is still an official who wants to invite seniors to meet with the teacher.

The white-haired man still didn't say anything. Meng Shuai thought he had acquiesced, stared at him, and said word by word: "I want to ask Senior Jian to hurt my brother one by one. Could it be Qian Fei, you?

The white-haired man couldn't see anything. He had no external emotions at first, but just walked over with his hands and said, "No."

Meng Shuai suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Although people's words were true or false, Meng Shuai felt that this should not be a lie. A cold and noble person like this who was silent and poor should not lie.

Besides, he is not worthy of his lying.

In fact, according to Meng Shuai's character of knowing the current affairs, he shouldn't have asked this sentence, but after being helped, he asked him instead of repaying his kindness with grievances. If it was really done by this white-haired man, asking would increase the danger to himself and Zhong Shaoxuan.

But not always can judge gains and losses completely calmly. Meng Shuai really can't feel at ease, let alone anything else. If the white-haired man is the enemy, the prescription just now must be strange, and Meng Shuai dare not take risks.

The white-haired man denied that Meng Shuai was relieved half, but the other half was still hanging.

He saluted again and said, "You are rude for me, senior, please forgive me."

The white-haired young man said, "Why do you say this?

Meng Shuai was stunned and said, "What? You ask me why I am with my guilt?"

The white-haired man shook his head, Meng Shuai thought for a moment, and said, "Why did you ask you about my brother just now?"

The white-haired man didn't say anything. According to experience, Meng Shuai said that he was right and said in his heart. You are really a golden word. It's harder to listen to one more word than a sow climbing a tree. That is, I changed to someone who doesn't like talking. You two are speechless and a day passed.

After hesitating, Meng Shuai explained truthfully: I just feel that you are here. You and I found that your brother was injured and lying in the thunder. Time is a coincidence

It's not a bit Qiaolun, it's a coincidence.

The maid just said that the white-haired man came early in the morning and occupied the original owner's house, saying that he had something to do, but there was no one outsider here except Meng Shuai. Meng Shuai only had one thing to do, and Meng Shuai only had one thing, which was to find Zhong Shaoxuan. If he said that he came to wait specifically, it had nothing to do with Meng Shuai, it would be too convincing.

There is another section where Meng Shuai just hugged Zhong Shaoxuan from beginning to end. Zhong Shaoxuan looked no scars from outside, not to mention that he was wrapped in a blanket. The white-haired man didn't even look at him, but he could open a pharmacy with the right symptoms across a wall. Could this be calculated by counting his fingers?

Even if he now denies that he was injured by Zhong Shaoxuan by himself, Meng Shuai also believes that he has nothing to do with this matter, but he can't think of what kind of relationship it has. After all, this white-haired man is also an unfathomable person. The purpose of coming here with such a lot of effort should be very small.

Although he seemed difficult to deal with, Meng Shuai still had the opportunity to make confusing words.

The white-haired man said, "Oh my luck."

Meng Shuai said "Yeah?" and the white-haired man said, "I'm waiting for you."

Meng Shuai was stunned and he said it straight.

Originally, he planned to indirectly criticize Bai Si's words, but the white-haired man told him frankly. Meng Shuai was a little at a loss. After reacting for a while, he smiled bitterly: "What do I have to wait for for seniors?

The white-haired man said, "Be entrusted by others."

This sentence is even more inexplicable. If the white-haired man was waiting for him by himself, the two of them would be considered a match for one time and would be reasonable. It would be even more strange if someone else asked him to ask the white-haired man to wait for him.

After all, Meng Shuai didn't know how to make a clever plan. After thinking about it, he couldn't figure it out, so he said directly: "I don't know which senior is thinking about his subordinates? I'm flattered."

The man in white did not answer and turned to say, "One thing."

Meng Shuai reacted for a while and said, "You have something to ask me for?" He said, "Just based on your words and words, if I hadn't been able to beat you, I would have beaten you to death."

The man in white nodded and said, "Come here."

Meng Shuai walked over as he spoke. A stone slab was found in the white man's room, which was only the size of a notebook. It was white all over, with layers of patterns on it, and the texture was slightly rough. Meng Shuai had seen similar stones. When he entered the sky, the gatekeeper asked him to use an empty mirror to mark a large stone. In his opinion, there should be the same variety on both sides, but this piece is obviously of much higher quality and exudes a layer of luster. This is the sealing atmosphere.

At the beginning, he didn't know anything, and always felt that from the outside, the more powerful the light, the higher the seal, the more advanced it was. Later, he learned from the sky. He realized that it was not. The brightness was not. Although it showed that the seal itself was powerful, it also proved that the sealing method was crude, causing the breath to leak out.

The sealing technique itself also has a life span. A seal exists for a limited time, and the breath that never leaves it will constantly wear out the life spank. Li Ming's sealing technique, that is, the sealing spell, can minimize the loss, but it is impossible to completely prevent loss. There is no eternal seal in the world.

A truly brilliant sealing technique is by no means showing its sharpness, but a seal that is close to perfection is to make the sealer with the highest mental power unable to see the seal pattern. Ordinary sealers cannot see any light, and at most they can only see a layer of moisturizing on the surface.

From this point of view, this stone slab may be a very high-end sealer.

I heard the white-haired man say, "Let go."

Meng Shuai originally wanted to say: I don’t have anything to do, so how can I let go? But then I thought that the meaning of this sentence should be to put my hand on it, so I had to reach out as I said.

As soon as he put it on, Meng Shuai felt his mind dark, and then it lit up, and a pattern like a screen appeared.

The white-haired man asked, "What did you see?"

Meng Shuai hesitated and said, "Is it a snake-eating? Seeing that the white-haired man didn't say anything, he probably couldn't understand his joke, and said, "I seem to see a snake-like light wandering in the black space."
Chapter completed!