"I didn't make that rejuvenation pill." Jiang Tang said.
Hu Mingxuan was stunned, "Didn't this kid do it?"
After buying it back, he happened to be busy with something, so he was distracted and didn't have time to look at the rejuvenation pill. He didn't expect that she wasn't the one who made it.
"Who did that?"
"Song Yu, Su Zhe has collaborated with him."
She had heard it before, and the price was not low. She had been thinking about which fool would buy it, but she didn't expect that the fool was right next to her.
Tsk tsk.
Hu Mingxuan frowned, and when he saw the look in her eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved, "I thought it was made by a little friend, so I rushed over to buy it."
Jiang Tang nodded, traveling thousands of miles to spend a lot of money to buy a fake, which made her even more stupid.
Seeing her like this, Hu Mingxuan was about to cry but suddenly remembered what she had just said. What was she calling, Su Zhe?
Isn't Su Zhe her father? She just calls him by his first name?
After pondering for a moment, he probed: "My little friend has a bad relationship with the Su family?"
Jiang Tang didn't hide anything from him, nodded without hesitation, and said with some intention of watching the excitement: "Su Zhe just said the day before yesterday that I was not allowed to enter the Su family's door."
What? There is such a thing!
Hu Mingxuan was furious, "Is he crazy?"
He bought it just because he is the child's family, otherwise no one would know who he is.
He is so lucky to be in the Su family, to have such a good child. If this was his child, he would definitely pamper her like a treasure.
I never thought that the Su family not only did not treat her as their treasure, but also abused her like this.
They must be fools!
Jiang Tang shrugged, not caring about this matter. Anyway, she had no feelings or expectations for the Su family, so naturally she wouldn't be sad or disappointed.
I just felt sorry for Hu Mingxuan. Although he didn't take the money seriously, he felt uncomfortable when he thought of giving the money to such a disgusting family.
"Who is that Song Yu? How come he knows how to refine rejuvenation pills?" he asked with a frown.
"You don't know him?" Now it was Jiang Tang's turn to be surprised, "Su Zhe said he was also from the Guishou Sect."
So that’s it.
Hu Mingxuan said: "The inner door of Guishoumen is difficult to enter, with less than twenty members, but the outer door is easy to enter."
It’s no wonder, they didn’t hide the recipe for the Rejuvenation Pill, but anyone who was a member of the Guishou Sect could access it. However, refining the Rejuvenation Pill was extremely difficult. In the past, except for his great uncle Ning Wenhai,
Nowadays only ginger sugar is the best.
He was the only one below. It would be difficult for the rest of the people to exert even one-tenth of the medicinal properties, let alone the outer disciples.
"Outer disciples, you can't manage well. You let everyone in, and you still do things under the banner of your Guishou Sect. In the long run, it will be bad for your reputation."
A thousand-mile embankment was destroyed by an ant nest.
No matter how small a thing is, we cannot take it lightly.
How could Hu Mingxuan not understand this truth? He sighed, "Since my uncle disappeared, the Ghost Hand Sect is no longer the original Ghost Shou Sect."
He shook his head, not very willing to mention this matter.
Jiang Tang didn't ask any questions and walked to the room to see Dai Heng.
After not seeing him for two days, he looked better than before.
Jiang Tang nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that his absorption ability was still strong, and it might not even take half a year to wake up.
Hu Mingxuan stood aside and gave her a start, watching her movements intently. When he saw her raising her hand and flicking the end of the needle, and the other silver needles also shaking at the same frequency, his eyes suddenly froze.
He widened his eyes and said: "This, this is..."
"The Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate!"
Great uncle's unique skill!
Although I knew before that she could perform the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate, this unique needle twisting technique was originally created by my uncle.
How could she do that?
He stared at her and couldn't help but ask: "Is your third master really called Ding Erniu?"
Hearing this, Jiang Tang raised his eyebrows slightly, "What are you lying to?"
Also, there was absolutely no need for her to lie to him.
But this method.
He frowned tightly, always feeling that something was wrong.
"How old is your third master? What does he look like?"
"Ninety-Two, he is a very kind old man, but when he was fighting with the Sixth Master, he acted like a child and argued with reason, which was a bit childish."
Hu Mingxuan was stunned. After all calculations, his great-uncle was ninety-two years old this year, but he had always been serious about words. The old boy she was talking about was definitely not him.
He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
For a moment just now, he thought Jiang Tang's master was his uncle.
With a wry smile, he pinched his eyebrows and sighed softly.
Uncle Shi has disappeared for so many years, how could he be found so easily.
He shook his head, not letting himself think about it anymore, and continued to watch her techniques.
Soon, Jiang Tang stopped and sat aside, "The needles will close in half an hour."
"Okay." Hu Mingxuan did as he was told.
I held Dai Heng's pulse and observed his changes. When I felt the spiritual energy flowing slowly through his body, I couldn't help but be a little shocked, but I felt it was natural.
After all, it’s the Thirteen Needles of the Gate of Hell.
It means that human flesh and bones are not a problem, let alone just saving a vegetative state.
This time, he really believed that ginger candy could revive him.
He had originally thought about the Thirteen Needles of the Gate of Hell, but unfortunately he didn't learn it well, he was just scratching the surface, while Jiang Tang's attainments had already reached the level of perfection.
The future is promising.
Not knowing what he was feeling, Jiang Tang looked around curiously.
She helped choose the place, but the decoration of the room was chosen by the Dai family based on Dai Heng's preferences.
The largest space in the house is a huge bookcase, and the books on it cover all aspects.
She casually took out a book, flipped through it, and happened to see a line of words on that page.
The handwriting is elegant, with a bit of freedom and ease, and the edges are not sharp. Just like the person, he is probably a very gentle person.
After just a few glances, Jiang Tang put the book back, walked to the window with his hands behind his back, lay comfortably on the chair, and looked at the scenery outside, gently tossing the copper plate in his hand.
Looking at the hexagram above, she covered her lips and yawned.
She had warned her about some things, but if some people didn't listen, there was nothing she could do about it.
Half an hour later, Hu Mingxuan put away the needle, put it away after disinfection, and casually said: "Little friend, why are you using a silver needle? Although the silver needle is not bad, your Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate still need
Only by using golden needles can the effect be maximized."
Jiang Tang stretched out and said, "It's not because of poverty."
She stood up on the chair and said, "Let's go."
Hu Mingxuan hurriedly followed, chatting with her about the acupuncture technique just now. Jiang Tang didn't hide anything, and answered everything he asked.
This time, it was He Chen who came to pick her up again. Hu Mingxuan still had questions to ask, so he followed her in with a shy face.
He Chen glanced at him but said nothing. He turned to look at Jiang Tang, "Go back to school?"
Jiang Tang shook his head, took out a map of Beijing, pointed to an address on it and said, "Go here."
It's Donghu Bay, in the East District of Beijing, far away from here.
The point is, they don't know anyone there.
"What are you doing there?" Hu Mingxuan asked curiously.