After Qin Huawu came to deliver medical books that day, many more things were delivered to Feng Jiuqing's yard one after another.

What I delivered today was a ginseng grown in a pot. Judging from the details of the ginseng leaf veins, it must be a hundred years old.

Feng Jiuqing couldn't help but was speechless. This Medicine King Valley was just extraordinary. Every single herb that could be taken out at random was hard to find outside.

Qin Huawu took a sip of tea and saw that there was no joy on Feng Jiuqing's face. She was a little confused, "Don't like this ginseng? Then I will send someone to bring something else. There is nothing else in this Yaowang Valley.

There are many medicinal materials.”

Qin Huawu said that she was about to get up and give instructions.

Feng Jiuqing shook her head, "It's not that I don't like it, I'm just curious. Why do you suddenly want to invite me to Yaowang Valley for no reason?"

She went out for a walk from time to time these days. When she couldn't find the way, she suddenly realized that this matter was not that simple.

Qin Huawu seemed not to understand the deeper meaning of her words, "What are you curious about? I just want to make friends with you. It's normal to invite friends home as guests."

Seeing that Feng Jiuqing still didn't believe it, Qin Huawu continued to comfort him: "You don't have any treasures handed down from ancient times, and I'm not interested in your identity as the young master of the Western Regions. Just live in peace, I'll give you good things."

Just keep it, these things are worth a thousand pieces of gold outside, but in my Medicine King Valley, they are not worth much."

As if he was afraid that Feng Jiuqing would ask anything else, he stuffed the pot of ginseng into Feng Jiuqing's arms, dropped these words and left in a hurry.

After leaving Feng Jiuqing's yard, Qin Huawu shook the folding fan in her hand and suddenly realized that she seemed to have picked up a hot potato. A smart woman like Feng Jiuqing might not be able to hide it for long.

The same goes for Nangong Ling. He only said that he would take the person over, but he didn't say how to make Feng Jiuqing put down her suspicions, nor did he say when she would be allowed to go out.

Now Feng Jiuqing only wants to get out of the valley. Fortunately, she had the foresight to strengthen the mechanism to get out of the valley, otherwise Feng Jiuqing might have slipped out.

Qin Huawu let out a long sigh, and continued to send people to send those good things to Feng Jiuqing's yard, asking her to study hard. When people have other things in their minds, they will ignore their anxiety, and it can be postponed for a while.

Bar.

In the yard, Feng Jiuqing was not interested in the various precious herbs that filled half of the yard.

The tightness in her chest has become more frequent in the past two days, which has attracted her attention.

At first, I thought it was the discomfort caused by the fog in Yaowang Valley, but after asking Qingsong privately, other disciples who came to Yaowang Valley for the first time did not have such symptoms.

Then the problem can only lie with herself.

But she checked her pulse several times and found nothing abnormal.

Is it because she is not good at studying?

Feng Jiu Qing stroked her stuffy chest, and suddenly there was a stabbing pain in her chest. This time the pain was much stronger than before.

Suddenly her vision went dark and she almost fainted.

"Miss Feng, what's wrong with you?"

Qingsong didn't have time to care about the Polygonum multiflorum in his hand and ran towards Feng Jiuqing.

Feng Jiuqing regained her composure, but still felt tightness in her chest.

"It's okay. I just have a little chest pain recently. I can't figure out the cause myself. I must be a little acclimated."

Qingsong frowned and shook his head, somewhat disapproving, "Not all diseases in this world can be diagnosed by taking the pulse, but I'm not good at studying, so the Young Valley Master should know a thing or two. How about I call the Young Valley Master?"

The tightness in her chest gradually dissipated, and Feng Jiuqing's pale complexion softened a bit. Qingsong's words made her think for a moment.

“What other diseases can’t be diagnosed by taking the pulse?”

Although Qing Qing is just a servant, he has learned a lot.

"In addition to the traditional Chinese medicine in our Central Plains region, the world-famous medical skills include the witchcraft and Gu techniques from the western Miao territory. Those things are too sinister and evil, so they are prohibited from use by our Yaowang Valley. Maybe only Shaogu Master

Know something."

In the modern era where Feng Jiuqing lives, the art of witchcraft has been lost for a long time. Of course she doesn't know much about it. Now I'm afraid only Qin Huawu knows about it.

"Then please Qingsong, please help me inform the Young Valley Master."

"Miss Feng, you don't have to be polite. You are the friend of the young valley master. Qingsong should do his best to take care of you."

Qingsong brought the words to Qin Huawu, and Qin Huawu's expression changed, "The art of witchcraft?"

In his opinion, the art of witchcraft is a very inferior method. Poison may give people a pleasure, but the art of witchcraft can only be relieved after a long and painful torture.

He waved his hand, pushed away the green pine trees, took some things from the drawer, and walked quickly towards the yard where Feng Jiuqing lived.

He originally thought that this frivolous method would cause the usually calm Feng Jiuqing to be thrown into chaos, but he still underestimated Feng Jiuqing's determination.

She didn't seem to take this matter to heart. She turned over the medical skills in her hands calmly and seemed to enjoy it.

Qin Huawu sat on the chair beside Feng Jiu, "Miss Feng is really a hero among women."

Feng Jiuqing raised her eyes and glanced at him, wondering: "Why do you say this?"

"If most people knew that they might be poisoned, they would have been paralyzed with fear. Miss Feng can still read without changing her expression. Qin is very impressed."

Compared with Feng Jiuqing's indifference, he seemed to be more anxious than me.

Feng Jiuqing put down the book in her hand, "How do you know I'm not in a hurry? If I were really not in a hurry, I wouldn't let Qingsong come to find you."

Qin Huawu felt that Feng Jiuqing might just be curious about the poison in her body.

"Hands out."

Feng Jiuqing was silent for a moment, her brows slightly tightened, a little displeased, "You don't believe me?"

Qin Huawu clearly didn't believe her words.

Hearing this, Qin Huawu touched her nose awkwardly.

"The art of witchcraft is no joke. Aren't I afraid that you are not good at it? Besides, since you asked Qingsong to call me, you must not be able to solve it. Don't worry, even if you are really not good at it, I will

I won’t laugh at you either.”

In fact, he still had a bit of luck, and he would rather have just ordinary angina pectoris.

Feng Jiuqing pursed her lips, but did not persist and handed her wrist to Qin Huawu.

Qin Huawu's slightly cold fingers landed on Feng Jiuqing's wrist. The pulse under her hand was steady and strong, very healthy, and there was no problem at all.

His complexion gradually turned cold.

Feng Jiuqing looked at his expression, and her expression also darkened. She took back her hand and closed her sleeves, "How about it? There aren't any Eastern diseases in this world that Master Yao Wang Gu Shao Gu can't detect, right?"

Qin Huawu was unusually lifeless and took out a box from the things he brought.

"I still don't know which kind of worms are in your body. What's in this box is the mother of 100 worms. I'll let it try to draw out the worms in your body in a while. It might hurt a little. You

Bear with it."

Feng Jiuqing nodded expressionlessly, but her thoughts were a little empty.

She knows her body very well. Whether it is the memory she gained after coming here or the memory of her previous predecessor, there is no such thing as a Gu insect.

When was this thing planted?

Before she could think clearly, she saw Qin Huawu taking the somewhat unattractive Mother of Hundred Gus out of the box and placing it next to Feng Jiuqing's ear, holding a long-handled bell in her other hand.
Chapter completed!