The "Nei Jing" has a cloud: the heart is the official of the monarch, and the gods come out. The heart is one of the most important organs of the human body. In the body of a practitioner, the heart is like the second sea of consciousness, which is used to gather spiritual energy and warm the soul. Even in ordinary people, the heart is the most dynamic organ in the human body.
Because of ethics and morality, the human world will not use people's hearts as medicine, but there is no guarantee that no morally lost person will try it. As for the demons and demons who have no scruples about eating people, the human heart may be some kind of practice method or good medicine for curing diseases.
Su Yanjun and Liang Chi hurried back to Tianji Peak of Moyun Mountain to meet the elder Mo Zhiqi. Knowing their intentions, Mo Zhiqi immediately brought the two to the library on Tianji Peak.
If there are ten thousand volumes of medical books in the world, Tianji Peak's library should account for more than half of them.
The book building has a total of seven floors, with rows of bookshelves standing in the sky, from the modern paper woodblock printing to the manuscripts of the sages, silk books, even bamboo slips and inscriptions. Although Liang Chi presided over the medicine hall at the foot of the mountain, he spent almost half a month here. In his impression, it was only mentioned in some ancient books, but he had never seen the details of the prescriptions about the human heart as medicine.
Mo Zhiqi walked into the library, but did not rush to flip through the books, but took the two of them to a row of bookshelves by the stairs. On this row of bookshelves, there are all the rosters and biographies of the disciples of Tianji Peak in the past dynasties, and few people usually care about them. Mo Zhiqi took out a jade pendant, injected spiritual power, and placed it lightly on a dent on the bookshelf, only to see the bookshelf shake slightly and slide open a little without a sound, revealing a space that only one person could pass through. The gap, behind, is a downward stone step, leading to an underground stone room.
Mo Zhiqi picked up an oil lamp by the table and led the two down the stone steps. After the three of them entered the stone room, the bookshelf slipped back silently.
Although the stone room is underground, people don't feel stuffy inside, apparently there is magic to help ventilate.
Mo Zhiqi pointed to the bookshelf on the side and said, "Here is the magic and demon alchemy collected by the disciples of Tianji Peak. Because of its strange effect and the cruel and bloody production process, it is listed as a forbidden book. This stone room is sealed with a magic circle. The prescriptions found here cannot be transcribed or memorized, and will only leave a fragmented impression after going out, in case someone uses evil prescriptions to harm others. What you said about human hearts as medicine should be recorded in this row." After he finished speaking, he patted Liang Chi and went upstairs first.
Liang Chi and Su Yanjun each took a few copies and sat down to examine them carefully.
Su Yanjun also practiced at Tianji Peak for a year, and spent many years in the world to help people and demons, so he also has a lot of experience in healing techniques, and it is not difficult to read medical books now. Liang Chi was even more aware of ten lines, and in a short while he read several books. It's just that the prescriptions in the book are mostly based on human organs as medicine, and various strange methods of taking medicine (killing) are also indicated, which makes the two feel quite uncomfortable.
After patiently flipping through it for an hour, Liang Chi let out an "ah", opened a book, and looked at it with Su Yanjun. It was an ancient book called "The Collection of Demon Fangs". The scorched yellow pages seemed to have been burned by fire, and there was still a pool of dark red on the cover, like bloodstains. It is recorded in the book that the heart of the deceased, supplemented by white snake grass and scattered flowers, can transform the powerful resentment and obsession of a person into a cultivation base. If you use the technique of charm to captivate the soul, take the heart when the heart is full of pain, and even help the demon to condense the elixir and dematerialize the human.
On the next page of the book, there are drawings of Danding and flowers.
Su Yanjun stared at the drawing on the page.
The human heart, the art of charm, the white snake grass, the scattered flowers.
The lost heart of the corpse, the shrine to worship the fox fairy, the white grass, the purple flowers under the big rocks.
Oops! Mu Xiyun!
Mu Xiyun has been walking through the corridor for half an hour.
The corridor seemed to have no end. In the dark, there were scattered shimmers of light flickering on the stone wall, like stars falling from the sky, and like countless fireflies spreading their wings on the wall. But if you look closely, those shining light spots silently form a huge spiral, turning the entire corridor into a rotating tunnel, as if it leads all the way to the center of the earth, with no end in sight. There is still a faint fragrance in the tunnel, and there is the unhurried sound of water droplets in my ears. Walking in the corridor is like entering another magical world.
The swirling flash of light, the occluded air, and the monotonous sound of water droplets, if they were ordinary people, they would have already fallen into confusion. Mu Xiyuan closed her eyes slightly, covered her mouth and nose, kept her mind clear, and continued to walk forward.
Suddenly, the sound of water droplets stopped, and then, as if the jade beads were falling, there was a "ding" sound.
Mu Xiyun opened his eyes, and the sun shone down.
In front of you is the Qingqiao of Evian Town.
Twelve-year-old Mu Xiyun trotted to the bridge head, holding a scroll in his hand. The master explained that the scroll should be brought to the uncle of the medicine hall.
The half-year-old boy had short legs, and he was sweating profusely when he walked to the Qingqiao. Mu Xiyun stopped, wiped his forehead, and looked up to see someone standing in front of him.
"This immortal, may I ask how to get to Moyun Medicine Hall?"
Mu Xiyuan looked at the mischievous broken hair on the other side's temples and the smile on the corner of her mouth, and suddenly it overlapped with the impression in her heart, that it was the young man on the flower lantern night bridge!
The person called Xianjun was stunned for a while, and looked around, and finally confirmed that the other party was calling him, and said blankly: "Cross the bridge, and then..." The road to the medicine hall is a bit complicated. He has only been there a few times. Although he knows the way, he can only walk there by himself. It is really difficult for him to show the way.
The boy kept looking at him, waiting patiently for him to finish.
"I happen to be going too, you follow me." Mu Xiyun's face flushed.
"Okay, thank you Xianjun!"
Mu Xiyun hesitated, this was the first time he was called Xianjun, and he felt a fever on his face. He opened his legs as if running away, and hurriedly got off the stone bridge, fearing that he would run too fast and the other party would not be able to keep up, so he stopped and looked back. The young man followed behind him unhurriedly, still with a lazy smile on his face.
The hutong of Linhe has seven turns and eight turns, and there is no one at noon. The footsteps of the two of them rise and fall together, but they unexpectedly coincide. It seems that they have been friends for many years. They are walking together, enjoying the scenery and enjoying the breeze Yang, enjoy the tranquility of the alley.
Mu Xiyun brought the boy to the medicine hall, bowed to the other party, and hurried into the backyard. He handed the scroll in his hand to the uncle in the backyard, and was pulled by the uncle to ask a few words. When he returned to the front hall, the boy had disappeared.
Stepping into the alley again, Mu Xiyuan pouted as she listened to her lonely footsteps. The time I walked with people just now, like the ripples caused by a small stone falling into the water, disappeared in a while.
However, it didn't take long for the ripples to disappear, and they turned out of the water again. Looking at the familiar back in front of her, for some reason, Mu Xiyun stopped and stepped back quietly to hide in the shadow of the eaves.
The boy carrying two packs of medicine was circling around the alley. When he returned to this intersection for the third time, Mu Xiyun appeared from the corner with a helpless expression.
"Oh," the boy's face was full of frustration, but he suddenly smiled when he saw Mu Xiyun, "It's so nice to see you, Xianjun, I don't seem to be able to get out."
The twelve-year-old boy tried his best to straighten his face, but blushed: "Please don't call me Xianjun, I, my name is Mu Xiyun."
"Xiyun? Clouds in the sunset sky?" The name matched his current expression.
"No, Yun is a big wave on the river."
The young man had a surprised expression. "Then I'll call you A Yun?"
Mu Xiyun was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to reject it immediately or simply turn around and leave. After hesitating, he heard the boy say happily, "A Yun, my name is Gu Qingqiao!"
Ding!
The smiling face of the young man in front of him suddenly blurred. screen change.
Moyun Mountain tries Jianping. The little Mu Xiyun followed his senior brother and stood in the ranks of Tianliang Peak.
Today is the spring test, the day for the exchange of Moyunshan disciples. Disciples from different mountain peaks mixed together, and they were divided into groups according to their cultivation bases. It is rare for the elders of each peak to gather together and sit in the hall to drink tea and communicate.
It was less than a year since Mu Xiyuan entered the school, and he had not learned all his swordsmanship, so he didn't have to take the spring test. After a while, he was led out of the team by Li Yao and brought him into the inner room by his side.
Huang Zelin, the elder of Tianji Peak, was examining Zheng Gengran's pulse. At this time, he frowned and said, "The head has been injured for two years. Although the external injury is no longer a problem, the internal damage is large, and there is a faint appearance of poisoning. If the residual poison is unclear, I am afraid it is right. The future cultivation will have an impact. It's a pity that the foolish brother is not skilled in his studies, and for the past two years, he has not been able to find the source of this poison, and he cannot detoxify the senior brother."
Huang Zelin looked guilty, but Zheng Genran laughed: "Junior brother, don't be discouraged, it is said that there is no way out of the sky, junior brother Li Yao has asked someone to find the great witch in the Southwest Witch Doctor Valley, and he will go up the mountain in a few days. Let him see first. Look."
"Witch Doctor Valley," Huang Zelin pondered, "Alright, Southwest Poison Doctors do not separate families, and many treatment methods are completely different from those in the Central Plains. There is no difference in medical skills, but we can learn a lot. Maybe there is a way to detoxify my brother."
Not long after, there was a message from Daotong Tong, the elder of the witch doctor valley had arrived at the mountain gate and asked to go up the mountain.
Zheng Geran readily agreed. Li Yao had stood up and went down the mountain to pick him up.
Mu Xiyuan followed Shizun down the mountain road, and saw that the doorkeeper was leading a few men in black up the mountain. The leader is tall and thin.
At that time, the first month was not yet out, and the weather on the mountain was cold, but he was only wearing a black single shirt, which swayed gently in the cold wind. The man's face was extremely long, his eyes were sunken, his cheeks were thin, and he looked like a skeleton. Followed by two teenagers, one of them was staring at him, the corner of his mouth was slightly raised, it was Gu Qingqiao that he met in the town the day before yesterday.
Ding!
The screen turns again.
Tianliang Peak, disciple house.
Gu Qingqiao smiled and said, "Ayun, my master is going to stay on the mountain for three months. Is it okay for me to live here with you for these three months?"
"A Yun, my junior brother wants to help Master, no one is playing with me. I'll follow you to the morning class, okay?"
"Ayun, the road on your mountain is so hard to recognize, can you take me every day?"
"A Yun, do you know there is a fox demon on the mountain west of Evian Town?"
"Ayun, I'll take you to the back mountain to catch hares."
"Ayun..."
Tianliangfeng's little disciple covered his ears, but was stopped by the black-clothed boy again and again. A few days later, the brothers and sisters of Tianliang Peak have become accustomed to watching the younger brother walk in front with a paralyzed face, and the handsome and unrestrained Gu Qingqiao follows. …
So, when the brothers come to find Guqingqiao for a dinner together, they will bring their younger brothers with them; when the seniors bring snacks to Agu with blushing faces, they will not forget to bring a portion to the younger brothers as well. It was the first time I went down the mountain for dinner with my senior brothers, the first time I was touched by my senior sister, the first time I caught hares in the back mountain, the first time I went fishing in the stream, the first time I drank secretly... At that time, Mu Xiyun was not conscious. By then, the young man with bright eyes and always smiling at the corners of his mouth had brought him into the warmth he had been longing for.
In reality, Mu Xiyuan stood at the end of the corridor with a warm smile on her face.
In front of him was a huge pill furnace, and a slender hand gently placed a basket of white snake grass and scattered flowers beside the furnace.
The owner of the jade hand was dressed in a red gauze, and was actually a beautiful young girl. It's a pity that after the girl put down the herbs, she pulled out a sharp knife from her waist and pressed it into Mu Xiyun's heart.
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Gu Qingqiao: Let me out, I'm going to help Ayun!
Author: Be good, Ayun is fine!
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