Jiujiu chuckled and got up to cook.

In the next half month, Qiye stayed in the inn to recover from his injuries. After Qiye's injury was almost healed, Jiujiu began to teach Qiye's martial arts.

If you don’t teach, you won’t know. If you teach, you will be shocked.

Although Qiye is childish in some aspects like a child, he has a talent that ordinary people cannot reach in martial arts. No matter what tricks it is, as long as Jiujiu teaches him, Qiye can make him look like alike. When Jiujiu teaches him internal skills, Jiujiu will be even more impressed.

Qiye is simply the kind of martial arts genius who can learn it and have a thousand miles of internal strength every day.

Logically speaking, Qiye is so outstanding that his master should not treat him like this.

On this day, after the study, Jiujiu asked Qiye: "Who is your master?"

Is there any problem that if I don’t teach such a good seedling, I’m going to let him die in the desert?

Qiye shook his head, shook off the sand on his head, thought about it carefully, and gave Jiujiu an answer: "I don't know what my master's name is, I just know that he is very rich."

Jiujiu raised her eyebrows: "Very very rich?"

What is this description? There are so many rich people. How could she know how rich Qiye’s master is?

Seeing Jiujiu's face full of confusion, Qiye thought for a while and added: "I heard someone call me Master Wansan."

Jiujiu exclaimed: "Your master is actually Wansan?"

As long as you are a businessman, there is no one who doesn’t know Wan San.

Wansan is simply the idol of all businessmen, especially those travelers, who regard Wansan as their god.

It is said that Wansan was just a beggar back then. He made his family with a tael of silver he picked up on the road. In just thirty years, he went from having nothing to a rich man in the country.

Unexpectedly, Qiye’s master turned out to be the richest man in the country?

Jiujiu looked at Qiye deeply, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't tell from Qiye's face that his master was Wansan.

Since Qiye’s master is Wan San, it is true that he said Qiye was sick. Jiujiu’s attitude became serious about Qiye’s saying that he was sick: “What’s the name of the person your master asked you to find?”

Qiye blinked: "It's the name of a Chinese herbal medicine. I really think it's white, white rat."

"Baiji?" Jiuji was stunned and asked again: "Are you sure it's called Baiji?"

Qiye nodded: "My master said that person's name is Baiji. Do you know him, the shopkeeper?"

Jiujiu smiled bitterly.

I know you, why don’t you? Bai Ji is her short-lived master. She practices medicine and saves people all her life, but in the end she ends up in depression.

Unexpectedly, the person Qiye was looking for was his master.

Jiujiu's eyes became solemn when she looked at Qiye: "What did your master ask you to find Bai Ji?"

"My master is my disease, only Baiji can treat it. He also said that as long as Baiji sees me, he will treat me." Feeling Jiuji's sudden depression, Qiye asked carefully: "Shopkeeper, do you know Dr. Baiji?"

"Meet." Jiujiu chuckled, looked at Qiye and said, "Baiji is my master."

"So, the shopkeeper, you really know medical skills." He thought Jiujiu was just talking nonsense about treating him, but he didn't expect it to be true.

Jiujiu narrowed her eyes: "What does it mean that I really know medical skills?"

Qiye, who consciously said that he was missing, quickly covered his mouth, smiled awkwardly and said, "No, nothing."

"Nothing?" Jiujiu emphasized.

Under Jiujiu's pressure, Qiye instantly turned into a trembling little chicken, curled up and whispered: "Really, it's nothing."

"By the way, the shopkeeper, when will you treat me? My master said that if I don't treat this disease, I will die." Seeing that I couldn't bear Jiujiu's pressure, Qiye quickly changed the topic.

Jiujiu glanced at Qiye coldly and carefully took Qiye's pulse.

Since Wan San said Qiye was sick, he naturally had to carefully see what kind of disease he had.

Qiye's pulse is strong and powerful, and he doesn't look like a sick person no matter how he looks.

If you can't find out with your left hand, you can't change your right hand. If you can't see your right hand, Jiujiu's brow frowned instantly.

Wan San would not joke about Qiye's life. He said he was sick, so he was naturally sick. But now, she had been taking her pulse for a long time and could not detect what Qiye was wrong. This even more shows that Qiye's condition was much more serious than she thought.

Often, diseases that cannot be detected are really fatal.

Seeing that Jiujiu's expression changed from the ease just now to solemnity, Qiye couldn't help but become nervous. Seeing Jiujiu's hand on his neck, Qiye's Adam's apple slid up and down, and asked nervously: "Shopkeeper, is my illness very serious?"

Jiujiu nodded and continued to hold Qiye's neck.

However, even when he moved to his neck, Jiujiu still couldn't tell what kind of disease Qiye was suffering from.

Jiujiu frowned, turned around and took out the silver needle upstairs, and pricked it heavily between Qiye's fingers.

As the silver needle was taken out, a little bit of bright red appeared between Qiye.

The venous blood, which should have been dark red, actually showed a bright bright red color.

Jiujiu lowered her head and swallowed the blood between Qiye's fingers into her mouth.

The blood, which should have had a faint sweet smell, was actually a little bitter.

When Jiujiu held his finger, Qiye felt the temperature of his cheek soaring. After feeling Jiujiu's lips gently kissing her fingers, her face turned red and could scrambled eggs.

Qiye lowered his head and did not dare to look at Jiujiu, so he missed the doubt in Jiujiu's eyes.

After letting go of Qiye's hand, Jiujiu said that if you have something to do, she went to the room where Baiji used to live, and was about to read through the books left by Baiji.

Although Baiji did not teach Xiaohua too much, she left many medical books. However, Xiaohua was inevitably confused by the death of Baiji, so she never read the books left by Baiji.

Opening the dusty box for a long time, Jiujiu picked up a book and looked at it carefully.

The books left by Bai Ji talk about how to treat difficult and complicated diseases, and his views on some existing prescriptions, and more of them are to record his treatment plans for blood poison.

And in the last medical book, Jiujiu finally knew what blood poison is.

Three hundred years ago, the Lord of Medicine King Valley was stained with blood poison in order to test the medicine. He never thought that this toxin could be transmitted to his descendants through his blood.

People who are infected with blood poisoning are no different from ordinary people before the age of 30. Once they pass by 30, they will age faster. They will be no different from those of eighty-year-olds in less than forty.

Yaowang Valley claimed that the valley owner died of the drug test, but in fact, it died of the blood poison attack. (To be continued)
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