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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 made an "ah" sound, 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.
Human heart, the art of charm, white snake grass, discrete 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 move forward, 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 Xiyun 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."