Бездомная собака в моих мыслях

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Zhu Huihui followed behind with a long face, remaining silent.

Before he had taken more than a few steps, he suddenly heard someone behind him call out, "Young master, please wait!"

The two recognized the voice and turned around to see the maid in pink chasing after them.

The maidservant moved with incredible speed, arriving before the two men in the blink of an eye. She bowed and said, "Young master, please wait a moment!"

Feng Xuese was somewhat surprised and asked, "What advice do you have for me, young lady?"

"My young lady instructed me to tell you, young master, that although the injury to your Ren and Du meridians seems to be fine, there are still hidden problems. If they are not treated thoroughly, they will eventually harm your health."

Feng Xuese was taken aback. He had been struck in the chest and back by the Twelve Zodiac Envoys, which were precisely the Ren and Du meridians. After he had used his internal energy to heal himself, he was already 80% healed. How did that young lady know about the remaining 20%?

The pretty maid in pink smiled and said, "This is a medicinal herb gifted by my young lady. It is very effective in promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. If you don't mind, please accept it!" With that, she handed over a small jade bottle.

Since they were complete strangers, Feng Xuese hadn't even decided whether to accept the gift when Zhu Huihui snatched it away, saying, "I'll keep it for you, hero!"

The maid in pink was taken aback, and looked at Zhu Huihui with disgust. She wanted to say something, but finally held back.

Since Zhu Huihui had already accepted it, it would seem petty to return it, so Feng Xuese could only say, "In that case, thank you, Miss!"

Actually, accepting medicine from a stranger was very inappropriate, but he was of noble character, selfless, and easygoing, so he didn't think much of it.

The maid in pink bowed again, then turned and went back.

Zhu Huihui examined the small bottle from left to right, wondering if it was as valuable as the snake envoy's. He figured he could always make a profit from something he lost on one side of the dike, and somehow it would all end up in his pocket…

He casually opened the bottle cap, and a pungent odor rushed to his head. He sneezed twice in a row, muttering, "Dragon brain, Qilin blood, water candle, ram's horn..."

Feng Xuese glanced at Zhu Huihui in surprise. He was quite knowledgeable in various fields and had some understanding of medicine. He recognized the strange names "Ruilongnao," "Qilinxue," "Shuiluzhu," and "Yangjiaoqi"—they were all alternative names for borneol, dragon's blood, styrax, and bletilla. These herbs all had the effects of reducing swelling, tonifying the body, and promoting blood circulation.

The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear, Part Two: Chapter Twelve (1)

This guy can actually identify most of the medicinal ingredients just by smelling them... Is he really as ignorant as I thought? But why does he insist on using such an obscure name from ancient books instead of his usual name?

If anyone else had spoken like this, Feng Xuese would have thought it was some pedantic scholar trying to appear cultured, deliberately using archaic and uncommon terms to show off his extensive reading and erudition. But since it was Zhu Huihui, he could only conclude that this guy simply didn't know the common names for these things!

In other words, Zhu Huihui recognizes this thing and knows what it's used for, but he can't communicate with others because the name he knows doesn't match the name others know. Is this where that feeling of talking to a brick wall comes from?

He had encountered this situation himself. One year, he traveled to the remote southwestern Guizhou region and it took him a long time to understand that what the locals called "Budong" was actually the same common fruit from his hometown, which was elegantly known as vine pear or yangtao, and popularly called white peach or hairy pear.

It is normal for the same thing to be called different things in different places in such a vast world. However, Zhu Huihui's situation seems to be abnormal. The person who taught him clearly taught him a lot of things, but seemed to deliberately prevent him from understanding them. Why is that?

Was that person his mother? The thinking of a madman is indeed beyond the comprehension of normal people.

Feng Xuese took the bottle, sniffed it lightly, poured some into her palm, and carefully examined the pale red powder. She said, "Borneol, dragon's blood, euphorbia, Bletilla striata... is that right?"

"What?" Zhu Huihui looked at him with a confused expression again.

Feng Xuese took a deep breath: "It's nothing!" He examined the medicine bottle, about the thickness of a finger, with a small mouth and a large belly. It was made of Hetian jade, quite valuable, and the slightly concave bottom had three small seal characters engraved in intaglio—

Zhu Huihui muttered to himself, "What what what!" He didn't recognize any of the three words that the insects crawled out.

Feng Xuese was utterly dumbfounded, saying, "These three characters are pronounced as Bei, Kong, Gu, and are in Small Seal script!"

This guy can't even recognize regular script, let alone seal script! Sigh, if you don't know it, you should just shut up and hide your ignorance, but you always think you're so knowledgeable and insist on reading it out.

Zhu Huihui wasn't ashamed at all and asked, "What does this mean?"

"That means this medicine was made in Beikong Valley."

Zhu Huihui scratched his head, still not understanding, and asked again, "Is that also a place that sells medicine and has a clinic?" He had seen on the street that places that sell medicine are usually called something like "Hall". He might not recognize the first few characters, but he had seen the "Hall" character more often.

Feng Xuese patiently explained, "It's not a pharmacy. This is a valley where a legendary healer lives. Her medical skills are exceptional, and she has saved many lives. People call her Madam Wan."

That young lady from Beikong Valley! No wonder she could tell at first glance that my Ren and Du meridians were still injured. It seems she has extraordinary medical skills. I just wonder what her relationship is with Madam Wan…

"I get it! The three worm-like characters engraved on the small bottle mean that the medicine is a secret family recipe from a divine doctor, which can cure all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases. It can cure all diseases. If it doesn't work, you don't have to pay!" The words he learned from the street just slipped out of his mouth.

"..." Selling dog-skin plasters and powerful pills!

It was still the same grand hall, the sky was still gray, and the courtyard was still filled with thick white fog.

The doors and windows of the main hall remained tightly closed. Several pearls were embedded in the wall in the corner of the hall, and the light was extremely soft, yet the faces of everyone in the hall were still not clearly visible.

The person in the middle seat stared intently at a thin piece of silk in his hand for a long time.

Those seated around him simply held their breath and watched him silently, none daring to utter a word.

Half a day later, the man gently placed the thin silk in his hand on the table and said in a low voice, "Amaterasu is getting impatient and is urging us to act quickly."

A tall man below said, "However, we are not fully prepared yet, and some obstacles have not been completely removed."

"What have you been doing all this time?" The voice of the person in the middle was neither happy nor angry.

The people below trembled.

"It's...those martial arts practitioners, they've been secretly opposing us all along!"

The middleman's voice was very calm, as if he were discussing the weather: "Then let's eliminate them!"

The people below remained silent. After a long silence, one person hesitated and said, "I wonder—how is Ye…?"

The man in the center rested his arm on the armrest of the rosewood chair, adjusted it to a comfortable position, and slowly said, "Night should have already made his move!"

"Night—do you know about this?"

"He knows everything he should know."