Tang Ji trained with the soldiers for a day in the quagmire. When he got off the carriage, he was already exhausted. He exhaled and said, "Huh, if I keep practicing like this, I will really be good at both civil and military skills!"
After saying that, he shook his head and planned to go home and let Jiang Ran massage him, but suddenly he found an old man in white leaning against the outer wall. He was snoring with his head against the wall. He wanted to let Ye Zheng next to him come up.
I asked, but thinking that there are so many strange people in the world, they may be tired and just resting here for a while, so it is better not to disturb them. After thinking about it for a while, they continued their movements.
But the next second, the old man in white woke up, stretched out, turned his head and glanced, and happened to meet his eyes, and quickly chased after him: "Little brother, little brother!"
Seeing the other party running towards him, Ye Zheng immediately protected Tang Ji behind him and scolded sternly: "Stop!"
Tang Ji looked at the old man in white clothes in front of him. His slender white hair covered his shoulders, and his temples were white. He was obviously old. But the strange thing was that the other man's body was very strong, and his hunchback was not obvious. Although his face had a
Although he had wrinkles, he looked particularly energetic, full of heaven, and his eyes were still shining. He subconsciously guessed that the other party knew martial arts, maybe a very powerful one. He took a half step back and asked cautiously: "I wonder if the old gentleman has any
What's the matter?"
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Nangong Lingmo was about to ask, but after looking at Tang Ji for a few times, he stretched out his hand and stroked his beard: "Are you Tang Ji?"
"I'm not." Before he figured out the identity of the other party, Tang Ji thought it was better not to reveal his identity directly, otherwise this old man was a master who came to kill him, and he would probably kill him before he could call Old Man Sun out.
He died on the spot!
But Nangong Lingmo didn't care so much, so he came close and pinched his wrist.
Ye Zheng was so anxious that he shook his body and pinched the opponent's neck: "Let go of my young master!"
Nangong Lingmo ignored him and felt for Tang Ji's pulse for a while before letting go. Then he patted Ye Zheng's hand away and sighed: "The pulse is not chaotic, the poison is mixed in the blood and marrow, and it is really like a bath."
It's the same as what that girl said, Lin Xie, Lin Xie, will harm others even if he dies."
After hearing what he said, Tang Ji's eyes lit up. He waved his hand to signal Ye Zheng to step back halfway and asked, "Are you Mu Ying's grandfather, Mr. Nangong Lingmo?"
"Yes, it's me." Nangong Lingmo replied calmly.
Tang Ji immediately exhaled. This old man's talk was really scary. He shook his head and then said: "Junior Tang Ji has met Mr. Nangong."
"Little brother, you just said you weren't here." Nangong Lingmo looked at him pretending to be suspicious.
"Senior suddenly appeared, and I was a little worried. Now it seems it was all a misunderstanding." Tang Ji explained a few words casually, then spread his fingers and pointed to the door, adding politely: "Mr. Nangong, please come inside.
Since you are here, why not go in directly, Mu Ying is in the house!"
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Nangong Lingmo clasped his hands behind his back and walked forward, not forgetting to complain: "I wanted to, but I was stopped by these men in your house. After explaining for a long time, I was treated as a madman."
Not long after, Tang Ji took him to the pharmacy set up in the backyard.
Mu Ying, who was preparing a prescription according to the medical book, saw that the sunlight coming through the door was blocked. She thought it was some naughty little person. When she looked up, she saw that familiar but much older figure. She couldn't help but drop the medicine in her hand.
He fell on the table, his pupils were trembling a little, and he whispered: "Grandpa, Grandpa."
"You stinky girl, just don't get married if you don't want to. With grandpa here, someone can force you to do it. Why did you run away from home? You've been gone for nine years without any news. Do you want to worry about grandpa to death?" Nangong Lingmo
Two lines of old tears fell from the corners of her eyes. As she spoke, she walked up to Mu Ying, pinched her shoulders and checked her back and forth. After making sure that she was okay, she felt a little relieved, and then said: "Why is my Yingying so thin?
You must not have had a good meal in New Year, right?"
"Grandpa, how fat have I become!" Mu Ying, like a little girl, unleashed her natural instincts, pouting and snorting softly, and then asked: "Grandpa, why are you here so quickly? My message
It’s been less than twenty days since we left, right?”
Nangong Lingmo touched her head and explained: "Grandpa has been looking for you these years. He happened to be in Muzhou a few days ago. He rushed here as soon as he received your letter."
Hearing this, Mu Ying nodded slightly, glanced sideways at him, bit her lip again, and after some hesitation she asked, "Grandpa, are dad and mom okay?"
Although the Holy Guard had secretly learned about the family's situation over the years, she wanted to know it personally from her grandfather.
"Okay, they are all very good. Your father regrets what happened back then. Don't worry, go back. No one will force you again." Nangong Lingmo replied.
Tang Ji, who had been standing by the door, listened to the chat between the two and found it strange. He had asked Yao Sha to investigate the Nangong family before, but he only found out that it was a Jianghu family that had been practicing medicine for generations. He thought Mu Ying was...
A disciple who is traveling, now it seems that she should be the eldest lady who escaped from marriage!
After the two of them finished reminiscing about old times, he stepped forward.
Mu Ying noticed Tang Ji and said quickly: "Grandpa, this is Mr. Tang. The poison on his body is extremely weird. I tried to cure it for several days, but I could only find more than 20 flavors of poison, and nothing else."
We have a solution, please help him drive away."
"We met outside just now." Nangong Lingmo responded, then turned to look at Tang Ji: "Master Tang, can you cooperate with me in acupuncture?"
Tang Ji let out a breath. He had just returned from the military camp and had to be a guinea pig. But thinking that the old man opposite was the only one who could unlock the poison in his body, he had no choice but to agree: "Okay."
"Yingying, clean up." Nangong Lingmo said nothing, then touched his beard and fell into deep thought.
After a long time, Tang Ji lay on the long table in the back room. His whole body was covered with silver needles, like a hedgehog. But for some reason, he could feel some warmth and comfort in his muscles and bones, but as Nangong
Ling Mo took out a few silver needles and put them on the acupuncture points on his shoulders, which immediately made him feel unbearable pain. He even spat out a mouthful of thick black blood. It was not until the other party took off the silver needles that he could feel relief. He lay on the hard pillow and
He was about to ask, but his thoughts were interrupted by the other party's words.
"Sure enough, it's the Heavenly Demon's Nine Revolutions of Devouring Heart Powder!" Nangong Lingmo sighed.
Tang Ji raised his head and looked at him, and then remembered the name of the person the other party mentioned outside the door before, and couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Nangong, do you know this poison and the person who developed it?"
"I have been fighting with him for decades, and I can no longer describe it as acquaintance. He has put aside his cruel words before and said that he would definitely refine a most poisonous medicine that has no solution in the world. Now it seems that he has succeeded.
." Nangong Lingmo stroked his beard and breathed out. Seeing Tang Ji and Mu Ying staring at him, he continued to explain: "Lin Xie is known as ghost poison in the world. No one has died from the poison he developed.
Qianye has eight hundred, but he died fifteen years ago. Unexpectedly, he left behind the last and most powerful poison he developed in this life."
"So, is there any solution?" This is the question that Tang Ji is most concerned about.
Nangong Lingmo nodded and replied: "Back then, when I learned that Lin Xie was developing a new poison, I sent people to investigate and came into contact with the Tianmo Bite Heart Powder. It selected a total of 81 kinds of the most poisonous herbs and poisonous insects in the world.
It was refined, but it's a pity that I couldn't find out the ingredients, otherwise I would have prepared the antidote back then."
Mu Ying synchronized with his movements. She also held her chin with her hands. After thinking for a while, she asked: "Then the sudden increase in strength when Master Tang was poisoned was because of the heavenly materials and earthly treasures in it?"
"Well, it is precisely because of the addition of Tiancai Dibao that the poison can be suppressed and the onset of the disease can be controlled. Therefore, it has certain benefits for the body of the poisoned person. However, when the disease occurs, the poison invades the meridians and affects the patient's mind.
Only after being damaged did he have the rage mentioned in Yingying's letter." Nangong Lingmo explained patiently, then turned his attention to Tang Ji: "Little brother Tang, this poison is both easy to cure and difficult to cure.
But I am willing to try my best, but in the process, you may suffer."
Tang Ji smiled calmly: "Old sir, it's okay to just say it."
Seeing this, Nangong Lingmo also replied categorically: "For at least the next year and a half, you will have to endure the poison for at least an hour every month before taking the antidote!"