After Zhao Xiaotian left, Xiang Jie sat down on the sofa. She didn't expect that Zhao Xiaotian would know that she was poisoned.

There was also a piece of rice paper lying on the table. On the paper, there were scribbles written by Zhao Xiaotian when he answered his questions. Xiang Jie walked to the table, picked up the painting and looked at it.

"If I had known that his painting was so bad, I should have just left the problem on the painting as before. Why do I need to be smart and come up with these hidden problems." Xiang Jie was very melancholy, as if there was something blocking his heart.

The door on the other side opened, and Murong Yuhan came gracefully.

Xiang Jie stood respectfully beside him, lowered his head and said, "Sister, I'm really sorry that I couldn't keep him."

"No need to apologize. This is expected. There is no need for you to blame yourself." Murong Yuhan sat at the table and looked at Zhao Xiaotian's paintings.

"I should apologize. If he asks questions about paintings as usual, he may not be able to pass the test." Xiang Jie clenched her fists.

Murong Yuhan placed Zhao Xiaotian's painting next to him, picked up a brush and started copying.

This is an ordinary painting that cannot be more ordinary. There are mountains, water and waterfalls. The mountains are not majestic, and the waterfalls are not as majestic as the Milky Way falling from the sky. It is very mediocre, just like the scenery in the painting can be seen everywhere.

Murong Yuhan copied for a long time, but found that he could not draw Zhao Xiaotian's artistic conception.

"Sister, do you need to copy this painting?" Xiang Jie asked in confusion.

Murong Yuhan placed the painting in front of Xiang Jie and said, "Sit down and look at this painting carefully."

Xiang Jie sat down as instructed and didn't see anything special.

"Lower your head and look again."

Xiang Jie lowered his head and felt that the whole painting seemed to have changed its lines.

"Lower it." Murong Yuhan said calmly.

It wasn't until Xiang Jie put her head parallel to the painting and looked at the painting from a horizontal line that she was surprised to find that the painting was not simple.

When I looked at the painting from the front, I didn't notice it, but when I looked at the painting side by side, I found that the whole painting became one word.

"stupid"!

This is a kind of contempt! Contempt for Xuanshe!

"This...how dare he..." Xiang Jie didn't know how to describe Zhao Xiaotian.

"He can survive not only because he has enough intelligence, but also has a cheeky spirit. In his eyes, there is nothing to be afraid of. He will not care about what happens in the future, so he is not afraid even though he has offended so many people.

, who can say for sure what will happen in the future." Murong Yuhan recalled Zhao Xiaotian's words and felt that this kind of person should soar into the sky.

"Eldest sister knows him very well?" Xiang Jie sighed.

"Know well."

"Because of the second sister?"

"Because of myself."

"I still don't understand how he found out he was poisoned." Xiang Jie's eyes exuded unwillingness.

"Your design is very good. If it were anyone else, he would have fallen into the trap. But he is different. He is Murong Er's apprentice, the grandson of Mr. Zhao, the grandson of Zhao Yi, and the son of Zhao Mi and Zhao Changlin." Murong.

Yuhan smiled.

"So what if he has such a prominent family background? The Zhao family in Yanjing cannot accommodate him, Zhao Yi and Zhao Mi are both dead, and Murong Er is just a butcher in the mountains." Xiang Jie said with raised eyebrows.

"Of course these alone are not enough. I am not talking about how prominent his life experience is, but I want to tell you that he has inherited Zhao Yi's roots, Zhao Mi's clever ideas, and Zhao Changlin's indomitable temperament. The most important thing is,

He inherited Murong'er's medical skills."

"A person, no matter what his status is, was given by the previous generation. However, he did not get the glory of the previous generation, but only left the spirit of the previous generation. What a terrible thing. Xiaojiu Naguan

The strings on his piano are poisonous, the chess pieces on Xiaoba's level are poisonous, the Tao Te Ching on the previous level is poisonous, and the inkstone on your level is poisonous, he knows all this."

"If he doesn't expose it, it's not because he is confident that he can solve it. It's just that he is also exploring our background and wants to know whether this poison is powerful and what our strength is."

Xiang Jie shook his head and said: "A few of us deliberately didn't speak before he touched the poison, so as to direct his attention to the poison. We shouldn't be able to see it at a glance. Normal people shouldn't think why we don't

Talk?"

"I said, he is a doctor. He has medical skills that you can't imagine. How can the poison of Fangzimen be so hard to stop him? If you think about it carefully, if you don't say anything else, just Xiaojiu, if it were you, the other party wouldn't be able to stop him.

Ignore you, will you pluck her strings?" Murong Yuhan said with some dissatisfaction.

Xiang Jie was covered in cold sweat. She thought she would lead Zhao Xiaotian into her trap step by step, but she never expected that she would fall into his trap.

The poison that he had worked so hard to get from Fang Zimen was actually seen through by him just like that.

"What a terrible opponent." Xiang Jie sighed.

"But he also lied to you." Murong Yuhan lowered his head and wrote in small regular letters.

"when?"

"He said he could detoxify, but that's not true. There is a saying in the spiritual healing sect, 'Spiritual healers should not heal themselves.' I would like to know how he detoxifies." Murong Yuhan smiled sweetly.

While the two were talking, another man walked in outside the door. It was the ugly man from the previous chapter.

The man is hunched over, with a big bulge on his back, his left shoulder is sunken, and his feet are still lame. No matter where he goes, such a man will make people think he has a pitiful appearance.

"How is it?" Murong Yuhan asked, "Did you see anything?"

"You know I can't say." The man walked to the sofa with difficulty and sat down.

"You don't have to make it clear, I just know what you mean." Murong Yuhan asked with great interest.

"The secret must not be leaked, why don't you go and see him?" A very ugly smile appeared on the man's ugly face.

"No need, now is not the time." Murong Yuhan looked at a tree outside the window and felt that trees must have leaves to reach the sky.

After Zhao Xiaotian opened the door and left, he thought it was another room, another test. If he was lucky, he would meet an acquaintance directly, but what he didn't expect was that after pushing open, he came to the first level again, the one with eight people

Door room.

"It turns out to be a circle." Zhao Xiaotian sighed.

I don’t know if he is describing the setting of this building or the practice of Xuanshe.

After walking down the stairs, Dong Yuqing was still sitting at the door drinking tea. Zhao Xiaotian did not come forward to say hello. He was not interested in this woman, and could even be said to be a little disgusting.

When he arrived at the school doctor's office, Bao Buping was reading a medical book.

The book was placed on the table, and he held a silver needle in his right hand and was piercing the tiger's mouth of his left hand. He frowned slightly and felt something was wrong, so he pulled it out and pierced it again.

Zhao Xiaotian dragged his heavy body to the side and said: "Turn half a circle in each direction of the square, lift it up slightly, and press the needle with all your strength."

Bao Buping didn't realize Zhao Xiaotian's arrival and concentrated on studying the acupuncture technique. After listening to Zhao Xiaotian's words, Bao Buping gave it a try.

"It really works!" Bao Buping said happily, "There is indeed a trace of warmth passing through the arm, but it's wrong. Why do you still want me to teach you the hanging needle method when you clearly know how to do it?"

"Because I only know luck. I know the theory of the hanging needle method, but I don't know how to place the needle. You need to tell me how many inches to lower the needle and how many inches to raise the needle."

Bao Buping thought about it carefully and realized that the method that Zhao Xiaotian taught him just now was indeed a fusion of what the two people were proficient in. Zhao Xiaotian's theoretical method of luck, combined with Bao Buping's hanging needle method, could achieve the best results.

"It seems that the two of us need to complement each other." Bao Buping put down the silver needle with a smile.

Zhao Xiaotian clutched his chest and sat down on the hospital bed. There were large beads of sweat on his forehead and his lips were slightly purple.

Bao Buping saw something was wrong and hurriedly grabbed Zhao Xiaotian's hand to check his pulse. He covered his mouth and said, "How did you do it? How did you get poisoned?"

"Can you tell what kind of poison it is?" Zhao Xiaotian said weakly.

"I don't quite understand. You seem to have more than one kind of poison in your body." Bao Buping felt Zhao Xiaotian's pulse with a solemn expression.

"It's four kinds of poisons. I don't know what they are. I think acupuncture can force out one kind. Moxibustion can release another one. Spiritual therapy can also release one kind. But the last poison is very difficult.

." Zhao Xiaotian gritted his teeth and insisted.

"Tell me your symptoms quickly!"

Bao Buping turned around, took the needle box, put it on his knees and opened it.

"First use the hanging needle's 'Dragon Out of the Sea' to unlock the first poison for me."

Zhao Xiaotian lay flat on the hospital bed, took off his upper body clothes, and exposed his naked chest.

Bao Buping took a breath when he saw the scars on Zhao Xiaotian's upper body. His body was covered with scratches from wild beasts, and there were some scars that looked like bullets.

He is an old Chinese medicine doctor, and he can tell at a glance that these scars look like bullets, but they are not. There should be burns when the bullets enter the body, and the wounds on his body should be caused by the horns of wild beasts.

"Xiaotian, this is risky. This is my first time using 'Dragon Going to the Sea'. I used the highest acupuncture method of the hanging needle as soon as I started it. I was a little worried." The silver needle in Bao Buping's right hand trembled a little.

"Don't talk nonsense. If you don't give me an injection now, I'm going to die. I'm going to die anyway. It's better to be your test subject. After studying medicine for so many years, you should know that no disease is completely safe."

Even if you are sure, I am not afraid, you are afraid of a ball." Zhao Xiaotian himself had no strength, but he still cursed loudly.

"Okay, then I'll give it a try, am I still lucky?" Bao Buping said still worried.

"Reverse luck is the real way of moving the needle in 'Dragon Going to the Sea'." Zhao Xiaotian almost went into shock.

Bao Buping suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the last stitch of the hanging needle method always failed to achieve the point. It turned out to be a reverse method.

He did not give the injection immediately. Instead, he took off the shoes on Zhao Xiaotian's feet and put them on, and his luck reversed.

Zhao Xiaotian thought to himself that this old man was indeed a genius. If he had been taught by a good master in his early years, he would definitely be famous in China.

I actually know that the coolness of Xuan Tie can reverse the flow of energy.

Bao Buping didn't look at the surprised expression on Zhao Xiaotian's face. He stared at the acupuncture point that needed to be injected. He skillfully clamped two silver needles on the three fingers of his right hand, one long and one short, and stabbed Zhao Xiaotian fiercely.

The Qi circulating in the body simultaneously passes through the silver needle and reaches Zhao Xiaotian.

The vitality in Zhao Xiaotian's body is disordered, otherwise he could cooperate with Bao Buping to achieve twice the result with half the effort.

puff!

Zhao Xiaotian spurted out a mouthful of black blood and was so weak that he almost fell down on the hospital bed.

Bao Buping shouted happily: "It's done, 'Dragon Going to the Sea' really works!"
Chapter completed!