Chapter 3 Magic Doctor Yunqing

There is a mournful cloud in Xirong Mufu.

"Master, madam, it's my fault that I failed to protect the third young master, so that I was poisoned by the thief." Mu Yan was in a coma for a day. At this moment, he was wrapped in bloody bandages and knelt in the hall with an ugly face, sobbing in a low voice and kowtow gently.

Mr. Mu is over half a hundred years old, and his temples have a lot of silvery white hair in the past two days. This is really the biggest tragedy of life for white-haired people to send black-haired people. Sitting next to him was Mrs. Mu. Her face was more haggard, and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes were deeply wrinkled, as if she had been ten years old overnight.

Standing beside the two old people are Mu Zifei, the eldest young master of Mu Mansion, and Mu Zixiang, the second young master. Both of them are tall and handsome. After many years of business experience, they have cultivated a smooth and old temperament. And at this moment, his face is full of sadness, with deep sadness and pain in his eyes.

"It's all my fault. If I had definitely refused the third young master's request to leave the city at that time, this tragedy would not have happened. Poor my child is also... Wow... What's the point of me being alive?" Mu Yan looked very sad, and there was blood on his forehead.

Mr. Mu said in a low voice, "Housekeeper, get up. I can't blame you for this. Unexpectedly, the murderer was so vicious and inhumane. Poor San'er and Mu Gang couldn't even find the capital after their death.

"Sir, if the murderer is not found, the third young master must not close his eyes."

"Housekeeper Mu, please tell me more about what happened at that time."

Mu Yan stood up, bowed gently, bent over and said, "At that time, as soon as we rode into the mountain road, we suddenly shot countless flying arrows from the bushes..."

The people in the hall quietly listened to the tragic plot he had already told several times. When he finished speaking again, Master Mu said loudly, "It's true that there are bandits on the mountain, but I have seen those flying arrows, which are well-made and well-crafted, and can be used by ordinary bandits. Dad, we can ask the government to investigate the case through this clue.

"One more thing that everyone may have ignored is the stewir who came from the capital poet. According to reason, he should have arrived in Xirong a long time ago, but now there is no news. I don't know what happened in it." Mu Zixiang also frowned slightly and said, "Poets are famous, and even if they regret marriage, they will not make such a hasty decision. Dad, mother, the government can also touch this clue to investigate.

"None." Mu Yan quickly waved his hand and said, with a trace of panic on his face, "Second Young Master, that poet is not simple. If we speculate, wouldn't it be counterproductive if we get angry with him? Well, we have always lost our children. Let's hold a legal event for them as soon as possible and let them return to their hometown.

Mrs. Mu wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said hoarsely, "Housekeeper, don't worry. Mu Gang was brutally killed because of the third son. You will live in Mufu for the rest of your life."

"Yes, legal affairs will be done, and the case will continue to be investigated."

Mu Yan was moved again and kowtowed repeatedly.

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"The method of carrying qi and blood of immortal magic is unique. It nourishes muscle bones with the mysterious power contained in qi and blood, and stimulates qi and blood in times of crisis, which can strengthen the physical strength several times."

Mu Zifeng rest assured while thinking about the mystery of immortality

As time goes by, the weather is extremely sultry, the clouds are very low, and it seems that a storm is coming.

"Taiji Godquan is another supreme martial art in immortal magic, and it is also a martial art that uses softness and strength. The action is like a cloud and flowing water, a combination of movement and silence, fast and slow, and both strong and soft.

Mu Zifeng recited the formula and slowly performed this martial art in the yard. Unconsciously, he has been recuperating here for nearly a month. The straps on his shoulders have long been removed, and his arms have regained some strength.

What surprised him was that when he evolved Taiji Shenquan, he felt that the qi and blood in his body were flowing slowly. The body is getting better and better, which has never happened before.

"And every time you stand, the more you can feel the artistic conception of infinite power hidden in it." After playing Taiji magic fist several times, Mu Zifeng began to swing the shape and meaning pile according to what he thought in his heart.

With the chest and back, the palms are in the shape of tiger claws, and the soles of the feet are empty as if walking on the mud. He closed his eyes, quietly adjusted his breathing rhythm, and silently sensed the flow of qi and blood in his body.

breathing...breathing...

It took two hours to practice the Xingyi pile before Mu Zifeng finished his momentum. He went back to the room to wipe the sweat on his body and changed into a clean plain suit. Although it was a little old, it was comfortable to wear.

"My lady is calling you." An old voice sounded outside, and Mu Zifeng recognized that he was a servant beside the savior, and quickly tidied up his clothes and went out.

"Doctor Qin, I don't know what's going on with the little magic doctor?"

Dr. Qin is over 60 years old and his hair is gray, probably because he knows how to take care of it, but his face is ruddy and energetic. He smiled and said, "You will know when you go there. You have been staying here to heal your wounds for a month. I guess you are about to be bored, right?"

"Doctor Qin's medical skills can not only cure diseases, but also cure the heart. You are really right. If I stay for a few more days, I guess I will go crazy.

"Let's go, Miss is waiting for you." Dr. Qin smiled.

It turned out that the person who saved Mu Zifeng on that day was a little magic doctor in Xirong County, named Yunqing. For this well-known woman, he is also like thunder. It's just that this woman seems to have some quirks. She rarely speaks except to save herself and heal her acupuncture points on time. Until now, she hasn't asked her where she came from. In her eyes, Mu Zifeng may be an ordinary patient.

The little magic doctor opened a medical center called Beijing Medical Shop, where he was consulted in the inner hall and took medicine outside the hall. At noon, there were no patients in the pharmacy, and several clerks sat there with their heads on their heads from time to time, drowsy.

Mu Zifeng's healing place was in the backyard. When he entered the inner hall, the little magic doctor was carefully reading a medical book and placing a plate on his right side, which contained some delicious cakes. The black scarf on her face raised a corner, revealing her round and white chin, pinching a piece of cake, opening her mouth slightly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

The look is extremely leisurely, and the posture is extremely beautiful.

"I've seen the little magic doctor." Mu Zifeng repeatedly accepted the little depression in his heart and bowed respectfully.

The little magic doctor looked up at him and whispered, "Sit down and taste some snacks. It tastes good."

Mu Zifeng was rude. He sat down, pinched a piece of cake with sesame seeds and took a bite. His mouth was full of fragrance. He couldn't help saying, "It's delicious."

The little magic doctor put down a corner of the veil, closed the medical book, and looked at Mu Zifeng with solemn eyes.

Being stared at by her, Mu Zifeng put down half of the cake in his hand with some embarrassment. "The little magic doctor called down here. I don't know what's the matter?"

"Your injury is almost healed. Just pay attention to your arms and don't exert too much force. You will recover completely in a month at your recovery speed. Xirong County has been noisy for a month because of your being intercepted. It's time for you to go back to Mufu. The little magic doctor's tone was flat, and she had already known Mu Zifeng's identity.

Mu Zifeng coughed gently. He had planned to convey his dead news back for a long time, but when he thought of the sinister Mu Gang, Ling Ge, one of the three masters in Hexi, and the big tenth master behind them, his heart was shrouded in a layer of dark clouds that could not be opened.

Obviously, it was a complex and powerful force. From Ling Ge's words, he learned that he only accidentally touched their interests, but the other party did not want to make too much noise, so he set up a situation to intercept himself.

If you return home like this, you will not be able to escape the law at most, but the rest of the people may fight back crazily, and I'm afraid that the whole Mu family will be washed away by blood.

"Your affairs are well known. Xirong County doesn't have a place for you, and even the whole Hexi region doesn't have a place for you. Otherwise, those who want to die will definitely make a comeback and be more ferocious." The little magic doctor Buddha saw through Mu Zifeng's mind and tapped a few times on the table, "You could have been healing here, but Lao Qin and I will leave Xirong County for Youzhou tomorrow. This pharmacy has been transferred to another businessman, and you will have to leave then."

Mu Zifeng frowned slightly, which was very tricky, but he left Xirong silently, but he left the white-eyed wolf to stay in Mu's house. He was not worried. Even if he wanted to leave, he must first get rid of the old man who ate inside and outside.

Thinking of this, he already had an idea in his heart. He got up and worshipped the little magic doctor, "There is no reward for saving my life. Please accept my worship."

"The doctor's parents don't have to worry about it. Now that you have made a decision, just do it." The little magic doctor waved his hand gently and motioned him to leave.

Mu Zifeng also knew more or less about the character of the little magic doctor, so he quietly left the inner hall. When he left, Lao Qin came in from the outside and whispered respectfully, "Miss, why did you save him?"

"The poet sister is also my fellow sister. The matter is very complicated, involving the struggle of several princes. Mr. Mu San is also an innocent person. It doesn't matter if he can save his life. Let's not talk about this for the time being. Have you collected all the information about the three masters in Hexi?

"Yes, the spy has reported. Miss, when will we start?

"No hurry, the three masters of Hexi are all three chess pieces secretly arranged by the tenth master in Hexi. Now that we have received the bounty from Prince Yu, we naturally have to do the work quickly."

Lao Qin nodded and bowed down to withdraw.

Mu Zifeng naturally couldn't show up during the day, so he stayed in the hospital to practice his form and meaning.

Martial arts needs heavy power and immortal force to exert its power. The method of introductory cultivation of immortal magic is very exquisite, and it is not a one- or two-day work to practice in place. It is said that the Taiji magic boxing has been practiced for half a month before I found a little feeling and put on the right posture, and I can't understand the essence.

Another eight-boxing contains more and more complex martial arts, including eight different martial arts, and each skill includes powerful fighting techniques such as capture, holding, buckle, locking, splitting, stabbing, etc.

After two hours of practice, Mu Zifeng began to draw with a stick. At present, he is best at the family martial arts and thunder swordsmanship. This martial art has been practiced for two years, and the subtleties have also been thoroughly understood. Now his strength has gradually increased, and its power can naturally be exerted.

After a month of careful recuperation, although the arms have not completely recovered, their physique is one or twice better than before the injury. Among them, Yunqing, a little magic doctor, has made great achievements, and the immortal magic method of carrying qi and blood also plays a key role.

He practiced until nightfall before he went back to the house to clean up everything and quietly returned to the backyard of Mufu.

The backyard is brightly lit, and there is a white cloth hanging in front of the door. The candles are bright inside, the sacrifices are full, and there are two plaques in the middle.

There was no one around. Mu Zifeng walked in and saw that one card was his own, and the other was actually Mu Gang's miscellaneous.

"Hmm." Mu Zifeng waved his hand and knocked Mu Gang's card to the ground, making a crisp sound. He suppressed his inner anger and entered the inner room to remove the sword at the head of the bed.

"Mu Yan, an old dog, must not keep him alive in the world."

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