The Xuanlin Tower was a mechanical tower more than a hundred years ago. It is said that it was designed with great danger and exquisiteness, so many rumors in the world have their shadows. Although it has been destroyed by rain, snow and wind and frost, the dark tower body is still quite shocking when viewed from a distance like a giant python winding up on the plate.

Zhu Xiaosui held the gift box in both hands and followed Zhao Mingchuan up the steep steps, thinking, let's see, people in the world like to pretend to be a ghost, and even the miracle doctor is no exception. She can't stay in the bright and spacious inn outside, and she insists on receiving treatment in this haunted giant tower.

Zhu Yanyin likes Xuanlin Tower very much, because when he walks up layer by layer, he can't help but think about how thrilling the sects these institutions in the past have played. The swords and swords and bloody storms in those words, it makes people feel excited when they think about it... Huh?

A white shadow hung in the corner of the wall, and I couldn't see what it was. Mr. Zhu was also curious. He stretched his neck and looked closer, and looked at it accurately with the black skull eye sockets. The "dry bones penetrated the rotten iron" in the poem is tragic, but it is not possible in real life. Scholars without the power of a chicken cannot stand the stimulation. After seeing what that thing was, Zhu Yanyin was so heartbroken that he screamed on the spot, and his feet were also in a mess, and he almost rolled down the tower in a mess.

Zhu Xiaosui: "Young Master!"

Zhao Mingchuan quickly grabbed him: "Be careful!"

Zhu Yanyin's teeth trembled: "Then is that real?"

Zhao Mingchuan coaxed: "How can there be no dead people in the tower of the organs?"

Zhu Yanyin held his wrist tightly and couldn't speak for a long time. Even so, why not bury him when he died and let the hero be there... Sorry, I want to vomit.

The people on the top of the tower also heard the earth-shaking scream just now.

Jiang Shenglin guessed: "Maybe he really has nothing to do with the Demon Cult."

Li Sui leaned against the beam of the roof and rubbed the sword casually: "Just because the sound of the ghost screaming loud enough?"

Jiang Shenglin: "...Forget it, pretend I didn't say it."

With the remaining part of the road, Zhu Yanyin was carried by Zhao Mingchuan. In fact, he didn't want to be so embarrassing, but not, his legs were really soft. Whether he closed his eyes or opened his eyes, the two holes on the skull would appear vividly in his mind, and his whole body began to tremble. Even though Zhao Mingchuan was working hard, he also had to comfort him gently: "Maybe it's fake, it's just a look of scaring people, there's nothing scary."

Zhu Yanyin was weak and said "hmm" and hugged Zhao Mingchuan tighter.

The world is dangerous, the world is dangerous.

Never let me down.

Zhao Mingchuan said with difficulty: "My brother."

Zhu Yanyin said, "Don't say anything, I don't want to hear anything."

Extremely weak.

...

Zhao Mingchuan almost finished the last step. His face was pale and his feet were staggering. The second young master Zhu who was lying on his back was caught off guard and jumped forward and almost fell into a mess. He stood firm with his hands to support the wall. He was frightened and said, "Brother Mingchuan, are you okay?"

Zhao Mingchuan waved his hand and leaned against the wall alone for a long time to pant: "It's okay, my neck is so squeezing that I can't breathe, and my brother doesn't allow me to speak."

Zhu Yanyin: "..." No, you can talk about this a little bit.

The medicine boy came down from the upper floor and said respectfully: "Sir, you are already waiting for a few people, please follow me."

The spire of the tower is much brighter than the lower head. There are holes on the roof, which are cleverly located, and the air is not rainy. When Zhu Yanyin came in, a beam of sunlight passed through the gap and the golden light fell down, making him shine brightly, and his eyebrows were so handsome that he looked no different from the immortals who stepped on auspicious clouds in the New Year pictures.

Jiang Shenglin's eyes swept over the other party's clothes briskly.

It is snow-white, spotless, and has not even a pleat.

The higher the Xuanlin Tower, the steeper and harder the steps will be. Logically speaking, scholars from Jiangnan should not reach the top so easily. Jiang Shenglin's heart moved. Could it be that it is really hidden and not revealed, which is related to the Fire Palace?

Li Sui, who was leaning against the roof beam, obviously thought so, because the next moment, a jade bead ejected from his fingers quickly.

The second young master Zhu was not a little prepared and was still smiling gracefully. He stood there straight and took the hidden weapon. He didn't understand what was going on at all, and felt a sudden sensation of pain in the lower abdomen, and the person was also weightless and flew backwards.

"Ah!" Zhu Xiaosui was holding a bunch of gift boxes, but was smashed by his own son. Both of them lay on the ground. The carefully selected dried abalone and old ginseng fell out and rolled all over the room.

Zhu Yanyin covered her stomach and curled up on the ground with a look of pain, without saying a word.

Zhao Mingzhe walked two steps slower, not knowing what happened. He raised his eyes but saw this flying in the air, and was frightened: "Brother! Are you okay, brother?"

Jiang Shenglin didn't see the kung fu from Zhu Yanyin. He stepped forward and helped the person up. He tried his meridians and still didn't notice any abnormalities. He said, "I'm afraid that it's because he touched some old mechanism and was hit. It might be okay."

It's really okay? Zhao Mingchuan was worried and even said trembling: "He doesn't know how to do it. He has been sick again. Even the tower can only come up with my back. He was suddenly knocked away by a hidden weapon. This... I'd better ask the miracle doctor to check it carefully for him."

Jiang Shenglin's expression froze when he heard this, he continued to maintain a false smile and squeezed out of his teeth: "So Young Master Zhao carried him up?" That's really... I'm sorry, Mr. Zhu.

The Palace Master Li, who learned the truth, leaned back to the roof beam without any guilt.

Zhu Yanyin's eyes were still closed, and he was dizzy in dedication, and he had no intention of waking up. Zhu Xiaosui was angry and anxious, and had no idea why he chose to take a broken place in this random plane for treatment. This made my son dizzy, but he didn't dare to offend the miracle doctor, so he could only ask him repeatedly, is it really okay?

"It's okay." Jiang Shenglin said patiently, "I'm so frightened that I'll wake up in a few hours."

The man was dizzy and naturally could not continue to see the doctor. He could only move to a few days later. In order to express his apology, Jiang Shenglin originally wanted to invite everyone to stay in the tower for convenience of care, but Zhu Xiaosui dared not, so he insisted on going back to the inn. Jiang Shenglin was not able to force him to stay, so he personally sent them out of the tower and reminded him: "If your young master wakes up, come here to find me at any time."

So the people in the world who were waiting for the clinic to see the fun were shocked again. Mr. Zhu first had a cordial conversation with Lord Li on the long street, and then was treated so enthusiastically by Doctor Jiang. What a noble status hidden behind him, he didn't dare to think about it. The wealthy people in Jiangnan were indeed amazing.

Zhao Mingchuan drove the carriage back to the inn.

And on this short journey, more rumors that sound true and false, but are actually all false have spread. This time, Wanren Palace came to the scene to stir up trouble, and the degree of vividness naturally became higher. For example, "The Lord of Palace Li wanted to stolen fish, but it was frozen in the cold. I wish Master to take off his clothes and ask for it. The ice suddenly untied itself, and the two carp jumped out and returned with a persistent return." I asked if you were moved.

As for "Mr. Zhu often goes in and out of Wanren Palace", "Mr. Zhu and Master Li sleep on the same bed", "Mr. Zhu and Master Li use the same cup to drink water", they are even closer to life, and even have small details, which can be seen as true. So when Zhao Mingchuan arrived at the inn, a large group of people had already stood at the door, all looking forward to kinship with the martial arts master hidden in the carriage.

Zhu Xiaosui asked vigilantly: "Who are they?"

Zhao Mingchuan was unsure: "All of you are friends in the martial arts world, maybe you are waiting for someone, let's go around the back alley."

As a result, before he could shake the reins, he was already surrounded by these strange or unfamiliar friends in the world. While greeting, everyone stretched their necks and looked desperately into the carriage.

Zhu Xiaosui stretched out his arm and blocked it in front and sternly said: "What are you going to do?"

"I'm sending Liu Qing in Xiaqingshan, I'll come to visit and wish the young master."

"In Xiabaiyang Sect Qidan!"

"I heard that Mr. Zhu is ill recently, so we, Sect Master Liu, specially bought some bird's nest supplements!"

"The Ice Silkworm Sect sends a pair of jade pillows to relieve heat!"

"Nine Star Gate! Nine Star Gate! Nine Star Gate! Young Master, we are Nine Star Gate!"

Zhu Xiaosui was so scared that he pulled the curtain firmly with a "sweeping" and thought in a terrifying way that the people in the world had never seen the world. Even if my young master was indeed extraordinary, it seemed a bit too much to squeeze in front of the carriage and scream.

As for Zhu Yanyin's original anger, he was still dizzy and did not plan to wake up in the short term. His eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he looked like Xi Shi.

Zhao Mingchuan was completely confused. He asked the first few people to figure out the whole story. But everyone was in the world, and it was enough to be tacit. How could he admit in front of so many people that he was here to cling to Lord Li’s good friend? It’s impossible. Is the hero still worth the face, so no one gave Master Zhao the correct answer. He only smiled with a mysterious look on his face, and it was as if he was possessed by evil spirits. The scene was scary at one time.

In the end, the famous Jianmen disciple heard the movement and came out to roar and squeeze out a way, and escorted the carriage into the backyard.

Everyone became even more convinced. Mr. Zhu’s identity must be extraordinary. Otherwise, how could Zhao Mingchuan protect him like an eye-protecting person?

No, chances still have to be achieved by yourself.

Zhao Mingchuan kept watching Zhu Yanyin lie back on the bed, sure everything was fine, and then went back to the next room and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "What the hell is going on?"

The disciple reported: "It's been circulating in the city, and Mr. Zhu has a close relationship with Lord Li."

Zhao Mingchuan shook his head: "Nonsense."

The disciple lowered his voice: "It may not be possible. It is said that there are sects with wide-ranging ways that have secretly asked the people from Wanren Palace. Although they didn't know what they said in detail, after they asked, they hurried to our inn with gifts to find Mr. Zhu."

Zhao Mingchuan was stunned, this...

The light outside the window faded little by little, and the boiling voices in the day gradually calmed down.

Zhu Yanyin finally woke up slowly.

Zhu Xiaosui went outside to boil medicine, but Zhao Mingchuan was guarding the bedside. He helped the person up and brought him a cup of warm tea.

Zhu Yanyin was dizzy and the place where the belly was hit by a hidden weapon was still in pain. He didn't understand where he was. He just looked at the person in front of him without any spirit: "Brother Ming Chuan, what expression are you?"

"I just say it right." Zhao Mingchuan held his hand tightly, "Brother, do you really have a personal relationship with the Lord Li of Wanren Palace?"

Zhu Yanyin repeated in confusion: "I have a personal relationship with the Palace Master of Wanren Palace?"

Zhao Mingchuan squeezed out the words from the gap between his teeth: "The whole world has spread, and even Wanren Palace seems to have admitted it. Even the miracle doctor Jiang has treated you very well. This... should I ask?"

Zhu Yanyin was shocked by his tone of making trouble. He swallowed his mouth and said nervously: "It's hard to say, I'm lost my memory."

Zhao Mingchuan patted the quilt.
Chapter completed!