The Xuanlin Tower was a mechanical tower more than a hundred years ago. It was said to be extremely dangerous and ingeniously designed, so it was mentioned in many rumors. Although it has been damaged by rain, snow, wind and frost and is now rotten and falling off everywhere, the dark tower looks like a giant python winding up from a distance, which is still quite shocking.
Zhu Xiaosui carried the gift box in both hands and followed Zhao Mingchuan up the steep steps. He thought, see, it's true that people in the underworld love to play tricks. Even the miracle doctor is no exception. He doesn't want to stay in the bright and spacious inn outside, but insists on seeing patients in this haunted tower.
Zhu Yanyin actually likes the Xuanlin Tower very much, because when he goes up level by level, he can't help but think about how thrilling the mechanisms used to be. The swordplay and bloody storms in those novels make one's blood boil just thinking about it... Huh
There was a white shadow hanging in the corner, and it was unclear what it was. The second son Zhu was also curious, so he stretched his neck to get a closer look, and happened to have a precise look with the black eye sockets of the skull. The "dry bones penetrate the rotten iron" in the poem is tragic, but it is not the case in real life. A weak scholar could not bear this stimulation. After seeing what that thing was, Zhu Yanyin was scared to death on the spot, howling loudly, and his feet were also confused, and he almost rolled down the tower in embarrassment.
Zhu Xiaosui: "Sir!"
Zhao Mingchuan quickly grabbed him and said, "Be careful!"
Zhu Yanyin's teeth chattered: "Is that true?"
Zhao Mingchuan said coaxingly: "There must be dead bodies in the mechanical tower."
Zhu Yanyin tightly grasped his wrist, unable to speak for a long time. Even if it is true, why not bury him after he died, leaving the hero there... Sorry, I want to vomit.
The people on the top of the tower also heard the earth-shattering scream just now.
Jiang Shenglin guessed: "Maybe he really has nothing to do with the Demon Cult."
Li Sui leaned against the roof beam, wiping his sword carelessly: "Just because the ghost screamed loud enough?"
Jiang Shenglin: "… Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."
Zhu Yanyin was carried on Zhao Mingchuan's back for the rest of the journey. He didn't want to be so embarrassed, but he couldn't because his legs were too weak. Whether he closed his eyes or opened them, the two holes on the skull would appear vividly in his mind, and his whole body would tremble. Zhao Mingchuan had to comfort him gently while doing the hard work: "Maybe it's fake, just a pretense to scare people, there's nothing to be afraid of."
Zhu Yanyin uttered a weak "hmm" and hugged Zhao Mingchuan even tighter.
The world is dangerous. The world is dangerous.
Don't ever put me down.
Zhao Mingchuan said with difficulty: "My dear brother."
Zhu Yanyin said in a low voice: "Don't say anything, I don't want to hear anything."
Very weak.
…
Zhao Mingchuan almost rushed up the last flight of stairs. His face was pale and his feet were staggering. The second son of Zhu, who was lying on his back, was caught off guard and jumped forward, almost falling to the ground. He only stood firm with his hands against the wall and said in shock: "Brother Mingchuan, are you okay?"
Zhao Mingchuan waved his hands and leaned against the wall to catch his breath for a long time. "It's okay, it's just that my neck is being strangled and I can't breathe, and my brother won't let me talk."
Zhu Yanyin: “…” No, you can talk about this a little bit.
The medicine boy came down from upstairs and said respectfully, "The master is already waiting for you. Please follow me."
The top of the tower was much brighter than the lower part. There were holes in the roof, which were cleverly placed to let in air but not rain. When Zhu Yanyin came in, a beam of sunlight passed through the gap and fell down brilliantly, making him look blazingly white. With his handsome eyebrows and eyes, he looked no different from the immortals in the New Year pictures who were walking on auspicious clouds.
Jiang Shenglin glanced quickly at the other person's clothes.
Snow-white, spotless, without even a wrinkle.
The higher you go in the Xuanlin Tower, the steeper and harder the steps become. Logically speaking, a scholar from Jiangnan shouldn't be able to reach the top so easily. Jiang Shenglin's heart moved. Could it be that it was really hidden and related to the Burning Fire Palace
Li Sui, who was leaning against the roof beam, obviously thought so too, because the next moment, a jade bead flew out from between his fingers at a high speed.
The second son of Zhu was not on guard at all, and he was still smiling gracefully. He stood upright and took the hidden weapon. He didn't understand what was going on at all, but he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and he lost weight and flew backwards.
"Ah!" Zhu Xiaosui was holding a pile of gift boxes and was hit by her own young master. Both of them fell to the ground, and the carefully selected dried abalone and old ginseng fell out and rolled all over the room.
Zhu Yanyin held his stomach, curled up on the ground with a look of pain on his face, and didn't say a word.
Zhao Mingchuan walked two steps slower and didn't know what happened. He looked up and saw the flying creature, and was frightened: "Brother! Are you okay?"
Jiang Shenglin didn't see any kung fu skills in Zhu Yanyin. He stepped forward to help him up and took his pulse. Still, he found nothing unusual, so he said, "I'm afraid he triggered an old mechanism somewhere and got hit. It's nothing serious."
Is it really okay? Zhao Mingchuan was so worried that his voice trembled: "He doesn't know Kung Fu, and he was sick before. He even climbed up the tower by relying on my back. He was suddenly hit by a hidden weapon. This... I'd better trouble the doctor to check him carefully again."
Jiang Shenglin's expression froze when he heard this, but he continued to maintain a fake smile, squeezing out words from between his teeth: "So it was Young Master Zhao who carried him up?" That was really... I'm sorry for this Master Zhu.
After learning the truth, Palace Master Li leaned back against the roof beam, feeling no guilt at all.
Zhu Yanyin still had his eyes closed, and was conscientiously unconscious, with no intention of waking up. Zhu Xiaosui was angry and anxious, and had no idea why he chose this messy place to see a doctor, making my son even sicker. But he didn't dare to offend the doctor, so he could only ask him again and again, is he really okay
"It's okay." Jiang Shenglin said patiently, "He's just too frightened. He will wake up in a few hours."
Since the patient was unconscious, he could not continue the consultation and could only move it to a few days later. To express his apology, Jiang Shenglin wanted to invite everyone to stay in the tower to take care of him, but Zhu Xiaosui didn't dare to do so and insisted on going back to the inn. Jiang Shenglin couldn't force them to stay, so he personally sent them out of the tower and reminded them: "If your son feels uncomfortable after waking up, come and find me at any time."
So the people from the martial arts world who were waiting to see the doctor and watch the excitement were stunned again. This Mr. Zhu first had a cordial conversation with Palace Master Li on the long street, and was then treated so warmly by Divine Doctor Jiang. What kind of noble status and position must be hidden behind this? It was simply unimaginable. The wealthy families in Jiangnan were indeed amazing.
Zhao Mingchuan drove the carriage back to the inn.
During this short journey, more rumors that sounded true and false but were actually all false spread. This time, Wanren Palace personally intervened to muddy the waters, and the vividness of the story naturally reached a new level. For example, "Palace Master Li wanted to catch fish, but it was freezing cold, and Master Zhu took off his clothes and was about to break the ice to get it. Suddenly, the ice melted, and two carps jumped out. He took them home." Are you moved
As for "Master Zhu often goes in and out of Wanren Palace", "Master Zhu and Palace Master Li sleep on the same bed", "Master Zhu and Palace Master Li drink water from the same cup", etc., they are very close to life, even the small details are there, which shows that they are indeed true. So when Zhao Mingchuan arrived at the inn, a large group of people were already standing at the door, all looking forward to getting married to the martial arts master hidden in the carriage.
Zhu Xiaosui asked cautiously: "Who are they?"
Zhao Mingchuan didn't understand what was going on: "They are all friends from the underworld. Maybe they are waiting for someone. Let's go around to the back alley."
As a result, before he could throw the reins, he was surrounded by this group of strangers or familiar friends from the martial arts world. While greeting each other, they stretched their necks to look into the carriage.
Zhu Xiaosui stretched out his arms to block the way ahead and asked sternly, "What are you going to do?"
"I am Liu Qing from Qingshan Sect, and I have come to pay a special visit to Master Zhu."
"I am Qi Dan from the Baiyang Sect!"
"I heard that Master Zhu has been ill recently, so our Sect Leader Liu specially bought some bird's nest supplements!"
"The Ice Silkworm Sect sent a pair of jade pillows to cool us down!"
"Nine Star Gate! Nine Star Gate! Nine Star Gate! Master Zhu, we are the Nine Star Gate!"
Zhu Xiaosui was frightened to death, and pulled the curtain tightly with a "swish". He thought in shock that people in the martial arts world really have never seen the world. Even if my young master is indeed handsome, it seems a little too much for him to squeeze in front of the carriage and cry and scream.
As for Zhu Yanyin, Ben Yin was still in a coma and had no plans to wake up in the short term. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and she looked like Xi Shi.
Zhao Mingchuan was completely confused. He asked the first few people to find out what happened. But everyone was in the underworld, and some things were tacitly understood. How could he openly admit in front of so many people that he was trying to curry favor with Palace Master Li's good friend? It was impossible. The hero's face was gone. So no one gave Young Master Zhao the correct answer. They all smiled with their hands in their pockets, looking mysterious, as if they were possessed by evil spirits. The scene was scary for a while.
Finally, it was the disciples of Mingjian Sect who heard the noise, came out, shouting and pushing their way through, and escorted the carriage into the backyard.
Everyone became even more certain that Mr. Zhu must be of an extraordinary identity, otherwise why would Zhao Mingchuan protect him like his own eyeball
No, you still have to fight for your opportunities yourself.
Zhao Mingchuan watched Zhu Yanyin lie back on the bed, and only returned to the next room after making sure everything was fine. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and asked, "What on earth is going on?"
The disciple reported: "It is widely rumored in the city that Master Zhu and Palace Master Li have a close relationship."
Zhao Mingchuan shook his head: "Nonsense."
The disciple lowered his voice and said, "That may not be the case. It is said that a sect with wide connections has secretly asked the people of Wanren Palace. Although I don't know what they said specifically, after asking, they hurriedly came to our inn with gifts to look for Master Zhu."
Zhao Mingchuan was stunned. This...
The light outside the window dimmed little by little, and the bustling voices during the day gradually quieted down.
Zhu Yanyin finally woke up slowly.
Zhu Xiaosui went outside to boil medicine, and only Zhao Mingchuan stayed by the bed. He helped the patient up and brought a cup of warm tea.
Zhu Yanyin's head was dizzy, and the place in his abdomen where he was hit by the hidden weapon was still painful. He had no idea where he was. He just stared at the person in front of him with lifeless eyes: "Brother Mingchuan, what's with that expression on your face?"
"I'll speak frankly if I have something to say." Zhao Mingchuan held his hand tightly, "My dear brother, do you really have a personal relationship with Palace Master 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 words from between his teeth: "The whole world has spread, even Wanren Palace seems to have acknowledged it, even Divine Doctor Jiang treats you with courtesy, this... should I ask?"
Zhu Yanyin was shocked by his tone that suggested he was going to stir up trouble. He swallowed hard and said nervously, "It's hard to say. I have lost my memory."
Zhao Mingchuan patted the quilt.
That's probably it!