The study was very quiet.

The books that Yang Muzhi had placed on his desk were quite old. He was reluctant to mark such a precious ancient book, so he wrote down everything that he thought could be useful.

The beautiful small regular script was written on the cut rice paper. Perhaps some of the words on it were enough to change a person's fate.

When the little boy who was waiting on the side saw Hua Manlou come, he bowed down and saluted.

Hua Manlou waved his hand and asked him to leave. He sat on the side and took over the little boy's job of grinding the ink.

As if deliberately and casually, Yang Muzhi pushed the rice paper in the direction of the person next to him.

The person next to him was not polite. He took a piece and began to feel it.

People said that a long illness made a good doctor. Since Hua Manlou injured his eyes at the age of seven, the Hua family had invited many famous doctors and doctors to treat him. Gradually, he had some attainments in medical skills.

Sometimes, after Yang Muzhi performed acupuncture on him, he would deliberately ask him how he felt to adjust his acupuncture treatment plan.

One person wrote, and the other read. The study was very quiet, and time passed quickly.

Even the little boy who was serving tea had to tread lightly for fear of disturbing the two distinguished guests.

During lunch, Yang Muzhi was still full of medical skills. He did not take care of the food in his bowl and only ate the rice in his bowl.

It was Hua Manlou who frowned and gave him the dishes one by one. He was not prepared for the two pairs of chopsticks to pick up the food.

Yang Muzhi was stunned. "Hua Manlou, why did you put the food in my bowl …"

Halfway through his words, he realized that he did not take the food out of his bowl, but from outside.

Hua Manlou burst out laughing. "I used to know that once you studied medical skills, you were like a madman. Today, I finally saw it."

Yang Muzhi snorted and laughed. "You only know how to laugh at me."

Then, he loosened his chopsticks, carefully picked out the fish bones, and picked up a piece of white and tender fish for Hua Manlou. "This is your favorite braised fish. Consider it a return of courtesy."

It was time for acupuncture again. Yang Muzhi, who usually dared to insert the needles with his eyes closed, hesitated.

Sensing his uneasiness, Hua Manlou did not force him. Instead, he said, "It's been a long time since I heard Brother Yang play the guqin."

Ever since Shangguan Feiyan appeared, the two of them had moved between the Golden Roc Palace and the Wanmei Villa. Naturally, they had no time to play the guqin.

When Yang Muzhi heard what he said, he chuckled and said, "Perhaps the person who doesn't care about your eyes the most in the world is you. The day before yesterday, when I said that I might find a new way, Little Phoenix was so excited that his hair almost stood up."

That kind of comical and heartwarming scene would probably be unforgettable for the rest of their lives.

Hua Manlou smiled. "To be able to meet you, Brother Yang … and Brother Lu is my life's blessing."

"Since Hua Manlou has said so, it seems that I have no choice but to play the guqin today."

Taking out his guqin from the sandalwood cabinet, Yang Muzhi tried to play a note. The sound of the guqin was crisp, pleasant, and invigorating.

In Spiritual Pivot · Heretic, the five notes of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu were matched with the five viscera.

The spleen echoed the Gong, its sound was slow and slow; the lungs echoed the Shang, its sound was rapid and clear; the liver echoed the Jiao, its sound was long; the heart echoed the Zheng, its sound was loud and clear; the kidney echoed the Yu, its sound was deep and clear. This was the sound of the five viscera.

The notes that floated out from Yang Muzhi's hands made people feel as if there was a gentle trickle of water slowly flowing through all the viscera in the body. After the song ended, people felt refreshed.

Mr. Mutual Knowledge lived up to his reputation.

"Brother Yang is indeed more intelligent than others. Why don't you let yourself relax a little.

You're a man who makes people feel very comfortable. "

Hua Manlou was also proficient in music. He waved his fan and smiled at Yang Muzhi. He had already read the other's mind.

Yang Muzhi, who had always played the role of a healer, felt for the first time that he had also been healed. He took out his acupuncture bag and this time, he did not hesitate to insert the needles.

"Do you feel any pain here?"

"A little."

"Is the depth suitable?"

"It's okay."

It was the first time that Yang Muzhi had to confirm with Hua Manlou before he dared to insert the second needle.

It was April in spring, and the night was still chilly.

But when Yang Muzhi removed the eighty-one silver needles, his back was already drenched in sweat.

"Do you feel any discomfort?"

Hua Manlou was still lying on the bed with his upper body naked. He smiled bitterly. "I can't feel my legs for the time being."

Even though he had already prepared for the worst, Yang Muzhi still frowned when he heard his friend's feedback. He immediately bent down to take his pulse.

This was probably the strangest pulse he had seen in all his years of practicing medicine.

Hua Manlou saw that Yang Muzhi had been taking his pulse for so long and could not help but hint to him. "There's always a period of adaptation. It's normal if there's something wrong."

Yang Muzhi took out the longest silver needle from the acupuncture bag and inserted it into Hua Manlou's waist. He asked in a deep voice, "Do you feel anything?"

Most people who practiced martial arts could endure pain. Hua Manlou smiled and said, "It's extremely painful."

Hearing this, Yang Muzhi put away the needle and walked out of the room. The person who had been injected with the needle tidied his clothes and sat up.

For a moment, the room was silent.

… …

The first ambush Lu Xiaofeng encountered was on the road to Shanxi.

There were always Jianghu people who liked to rely on their superior martial arts to take the small roads. In the end, they were schemed against by the mountain bandits and finally met with failure.

Therefore, a Jianghu veteran like Lu Xiaofeng took the official road seriously. Riding his horse, he arrived at a concave valley, with towering cliffs on both sides. He laughed and sighed, "This is indeed the best place to set up an ambush. Only I don't know if there is anybody who thinks the same way as me."

He suddenly squeezed the horse's belly and the horse galloped. Xiao Feng entered the valley.

Immediately, black-clothed archers on both sides shot out a rain of swords that covered the sky and surrounded him.

Lu Xiaofeng's martial arts were very high and he was familiar with all kinds of weapons. However, he had never carried them on his body. Faced with this rain of swords, it seemed like he would become a dead phoenix in the next moment.

However, his figure flashed, dodging several arrows that brushed past him. He also used the Telepathic Finger to catch an arrow flying toward his face.

He was truly agile.

"What a good Telepathic Finger!

But I don't believe you can avoid the Tang Sect's Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles. Go! "

There had always been a legend in Jianghu of the "Peak of the Six," and Lu Xiaofeng had always agreed.

Naturally, it attracted the curiosity of some busybodies. "Then where do you rank, Lu Xiaofeng, Hero Lu?"

Lu Xiaofeng spread his hands and smiled like a ruffian. "I can't rank. Naturally, I can't beat them, but they can't beat me either."

This was the beauty of his unique skill, the Telepathic Finger.

It could catch any weapon that attacked him, and it could be said that he was in an invincible position.

Now, Lu Xiaofeng's fingers were extremely busy and he finally opened his mouth to speak.

It wasn't to beg for mercy, but to ask for help. "Ximen Chuixue!

If you don't show yourself, just wait to collect my corpse! "

Before he finished speaking, the white-clothed Ximen Chuixue appeared in front of Lu Xiaofeng with a cold, handsome face. The people who had shot arrows at him had all died under the swordsman's sword in less than a sentence.

Ximen Chuixue raised his sword and blew lightly. Bright red blood dripped down. "A motley crew, nothing more than this."

The disheveled Lu Xiaofeng snorted and whistled. The steed that had just run away galloped back to him.

He mounted his horse and galloped in the direction of Shanxi, but the white-clothed swordsman had long since disappeared.

In fact, if it weren't for the bodies of the black-clothed men whose throats had been slit, perhaps those who had witnessed the entire process would have the misconception that Ximen Chuixue had never appeared here.

In the world of martial arts, only speed was unbeatable. Describing Ximen Chuixue as a perfect description.

Hurrying and hurrying, Lu Xiaofeng finally arrived at Shanxi City before sunset and checked in at an inn.

The shrewd-looking innkeeper looked at him and asked tentatively, "Are you Lu Xiaofeng, Young Master Lu?"

Lu Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows. "That's me."

The innkeeper laughed. "A noble person has already arranged food and lodging for you. This little one guarantees that you will eat and live comfortably."

Finished speaking, he took out a letter from a hidden compartment in the cabinet.

"This is a letter that the noble person left for you."

Lu Xiaofeng took the letter that the noble person said to have left for him and opened it without hesitation.

It was a greeting card.

The name of the person he was looking for was Huo Tianqing, the head steward of Yan Tieshan of the Guanzhong Jewelry Company's Yan Family.

People who often roamed Jianghu should not be unfamiliar with this name. Huo Tianqing was not old, but his seniority was extremely high. It was said that even the Guanzhong hero Shanxi Yan had to call him Martial Uncle.

If not for the fact that Yan Tieshan had saved his life in the past, such a person would definitely not be as simple as a housekeeper.

Looking at the vigorous and powerful handwriting on the greeting card, Lu Xiaofeng knew that this was probably a Feast at Hongmen.

When he really arrived, the word "probably" could be removed, because this was really a Feast at Hongmen.

The main guest was naturally Lu Xiaofeng. The two accompanying guests were not simple either. One was the Yan Family's tutor and lobbyist Su Shaoqing, and the other was the Guanzhong Joint Escort Agency's Head Escort, "Dragon in the Clouds" Ma Xingkong.

They were extremely arrogant.

Lu Xiaofeng was not used to such boastful and arrogant people. He only wanted a jar of good wine and waited for them.

Who was he waiting for?

Naturally, it was Yan Tieshan, Big Boss Yan, who had the same surname as the King of Hell.

After an indeterminate amount of time, a white and fat man walked in with a big laugh. As he walked, he said, "I'm late!

What's the point of just drinking?

Serve the food!

Serve the food quickly! "

The person who came had a thick Shanxi accent. Others probably did not know that he was from Shanxi.

Lu Xiaofeng twitched his mouth. The former head of the palace treasury of the Golden Roc Dynasty not only learned the authentic Central Plains language, but also a dialect. It was probably not that easy.

When the two accompanying guests saw Yan Tieshan arrive, they respectfully nodded and bowed, completely lacking their previous arrogance.

Who knew that Yan Tieshan would walk around them and directly walk in front of Lu Xiaofeng and ask with a smile, "You're still the same. You haven't changed at all since the last time I saw you on Mount Tai's Sun-Watching Peak. But how come you only have two eyebrows left?"

He squeezed out a half-decent smile and said, "I drank and didn't have the money to pay the bill, so even my beard was shaved off by the hotel's proprietress to use as a powder brush."

Yan Tieshan laughed when he heard this, but Lu Xiaofeng's next sentence made him unable to laugh.

He said.