Spring was beautiful in Jiangnan, and there was a light rain and the fragrance of apricot blossoms.

A young flower girl wearing a gorgeous spring gown was peddling along an alley paved with bluestones. Her voice was clear and melodious like an oriole.

"Hyah!

Hyah!

Get out of the way! "

A Jianghu man on a fast horse wearing an eye-catching red cloak rushed over. The flower girl couldn't dodge in time. Although she was fine, her skirt was stained by the water splashing from the horse's hooves.

"Hey!

Don't go!

Pay for my clothes! "

There was no response.

She didn't know whether the rider heard her or not. He didn't slow down and disappeared without a trace. Naturally, he couldn't hear her words.

In fact, in the past, Lu Xiaofeng would definitely stop. He might even apologize to the flower girl with a smile. But now, he couldn't care less.

After another half a li, he was really anxious. He abandoned the ferghana horse and used lightness skill to go somewhere in the city.

"Is Mr. Xiang Zhi in the room?

I'm Lu Xiaofeng. I have something to discuss with you … "

The moment he saw Yang Muzhi, he stopped talking.

His skin, which was hidden under the blue robe all year round, revealed a light pink color. In his previous life, Yan Zhi Shan always laughed at his feminine appearance. If he saw this scene, he would definitely tease him that even his skin was like a girl's.

Yes, in his previous life.

Yang Muzhi, who had clearly taken the poison before the assassination, inexplicably woke up with his zither. His body was still his body, but the world was no longer his world.

The world had changed, and dynasties had changed. The golden age of the Tang Dynasty was a thing of the past. Now, the Ming Dynasty was in power.

He couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was. The twenty-seven years of his previous life were like an absurd dream that only existed in his mind.

After waking up from the dream, life still had to go on.

Fortunately, medical skills were real skills. Yang Muzhi relied on his own medical skills to establish a firm foothold in the capital. Gradually, the name of Mr. Xiang Zhi spread out.

Correspondingly, trouble followed closely. Jianghu people came one after another to seek medical treatment.

He was not a person who fished for fame, nor did he intend to get involved in the disputes of Jianghu. Therefore, he went all the way south and was finally attracted by this quiet small town. He settled down in an inconspicuous narrow alley and opened a small zither shop.

The person in front of him had called him Mister Xiang Zhi the moment he opened his mouth. Needless to say, he was here to seek medical advice.

Yang Muzhi leisurely got up from the bathtub and raised his hand to grab the snow-white undergarment. Lu Xiaofeng reacted and immediately turned around to speak, "This humble one is Lu Xiaofeng. I beg Mr. Xiangzhi to save my friend's life."

Of course, there was no reason for doctors to refuse patients. Well, except for his good friend Pei Yuan, who refused to treat living people.

"Is your friend suffering from an injury or illness?"

"It's poison. It's said that there's no cure for the Tang Sect's poison. I asked Daechi Chase, and he said that only Mr. Xiangzhi can cure it."

Raising his eyebrows, Yang Muzhi had heard a lot of things about Jianghu. Naturally, he had heard of Daechi Chase's name, but he didn't know when that person knew him so well.

Carrying his zither, Yang Muzhi patted Lu Xiaofeng's shoulder, "There's no time to lose. Let's go."

Lu Xiaofeng was a little surprised. This Mr. Xiangzhi, who was rumored to be cold-hearted, was actually so easy to talk to?

He couldn't help but have a good impression of him.

Baihua Lou.

Hua Manlou was wearing a simple moon-white silk shirt today. Looking at his clothes, it was impossible to tell that he was the seventh son of the richest family in Jiangnan.

He carefully and considerately helped the girl lying on the bed change the towel on her forehead. Looking at his actions, it was impossible to tell that he was blind.

"Hot … so hot …"

The girl on the bed was only fifteen or sixteen years old. Lu Xiaofeng asked someone to send her to Baihua Lou. He only said that he wanted Hua Manlou to take care of her. He didn't say anything else.

Hua Manlou really took care of her carefully and didn't ask anything.

Although he and Lu Xiaofeng had only known each other for a few days.

When Yang Muzhi came, the girl was already shouting that she was cold. Sometimes she was hot, sometimes she was cold, sometimes she was unconscious, and sometimes she was awake. After three big cycles, the poisoned person would undoubtedly die.

This was the third big cycle.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, Hua Manlou stepped aside. The person who came had a faint smell of medicine and tung oil.

Among the people he knew, there was only one person who met the conditions — the owner of the zither shop, Yang Muzhi.

Perhaps now there was also Mr. Xiangzhi, who could cure all poisons in the world.

"Mr. Yang."

"Childe Hua."

After the two people greeted each other, Yang Muzhi went straight to the point and felt the pulse of the poisoned girl. "The pulse is weak. Did this girl have a heart disease before she was poisoned?"

"Yes, her body has been well taken care of in the past two years, and there has been no relapse."

Yang Muzhi took off his zither bag from his back, and a faint light leaked out. "Please leave for a moment."

Hearing the sound of fingernails scratching the zither bag, Hua Manlou understood why the zither shop owner's music had the effect of healing people's hearts.

After all, if it was strange for the owner of the zither shop to play such music, then it was not strange for Mr. Xiangzhi to be able to play such music.

The two people heard the sound and retreated outside the door. Lu Xiaofeng was in a bad mood, and the fingernail on his left little finger was broken by him.

Hua Manlou wanted to comfort him, but at this time, unless he could see the girl get better, nothing else could calm him down.

After an unknown amount of time, the smoke of cooking lunch rose in the distance, and the closed door opened.

Lu Xiaofeng, who was burning with anxiety, was the first to rush forward. "How is it?

How is it? "

"The poison has been suppressed. Bring me a pen and paper, and I'll write a prescription for you."

"No, just say it, I can remember."

Yang Muzhi glanced at him and then said a long list of names of medicines. "Do you remember them all?"

The person who was asked disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Mr. Yang, I've already asked people to clean up the guest room. It's better to stay here and save yourself the trouble of running around."

The poison was said to be the poison of the Tang Sect, which had no cure. Even if Mr. Xiangzhi came, it would be impossible to get rid of it all at once. It would take at least two or three months.

"Sorry to bother you."

This small town was really small. It was big news for a foreigner to come here, let alone Yang Muzhi, who was like a god in the girl's mouth.

It was no exaggeration to say that in the first two days of settling down in the small town, although the small ancient zither shop was opened in a remote alley, it was full every day.

It made Yang Muzhi wonder if he had accidentally revealed his identity. Later, he learned that he was just regarded as a foreign monk, so he was no longer suspicious.

On the day Hua Manlou came to the zither shop, Yang Muzhi happened to be testing the newly made zither in the shop. The simple notes seemed to be given life under his hands, sometimes magnificent and sometimes low.

People said that listening to the zither could tell the meaning of the zither. From the beginning, Hua Manlou knew that Yang Muzhi, Mr. Yang, was by no means a common person.

But his cold temperament was also rare in the world. Other people's coldness was like ice that still had time to melt, but his coldness was like a good cold jade that could not be warmed no matter how hard he tried.

At the same time, Yang Muzhi also caught a glimpse of the noble young master on the side. Although he was wearing a simple robe, it could not hide the temperament of an aristocratic family's disciple.

That kind of temperament was obviously not something that could be raised in a small family. Instead, it was possible to be raised in a family that had lasted for several generations.

The two people had already exchanged blows without saying anything, but they had no intention of getting to know each other.

Hua Manlou knew that he could not be friends with that person, but Yang Muzhi had no intention of making friends at all.

Who would have thought that the two of them would meet again by chance today?

They just chatted casually for a while. When Lu Xiaofeng hurriedly came back with the medicine, he saw that the two people were already chatting at the dinner table.

Yang Muzhi examined every single medicine that Lu Xiaofeng bought one by one, and then he personally mixed the medicine and had the servants decoct it. Only after working around the clock for a day and a night did Lu Xiaofeng finally have the time to sit down and take a rest.

"Just now you left in a hurry. I have something to tell you."

Hearing his words, Lu Xiaofeng became nervous again. "What is it?

Whether it's thousand-year-old lingzhi or Tianshan snow lotus, I can get it. "

"I want someone with the same bloodline as this girl. Does she have any relatives?"

With a wry smile, Lu Xiaofeng thought for a moment. "I'll go catch someone. I'll leave this girl to you."

After he finished speaking, he disappeared. Yang Muzhi sighed and praised his qinggong. Hua Manlou agreed. His body was light and nimble, and he was indeed worthy of being praised as a good qinggong.

From his observation just now, Yang Muzhi could already see that the person in front of him was blind. This was the first time he had seen a blind person who did not look like a blind person.

As a medical practitioner, he asked a few more questions about what his eyes actually felt like.

Hua Manlou did not expect that Yang Muzhi, who looked so unapproachable on the surface, would take the initiative to inquire about his situation. For the first time in his life, he felt overwhelmed by favor.

He did not tell him the ins and outs of his blindness. He only talked about some things related to medicine.

"Brother Hua's aura, I'm sure your family has invited many famous doctors to treat you. Have you made any progress?"

Waving the fan in his hand, Hua Manlou smiled at him. "No progress."

Yang Muzhi had a bad habit in his previous life. When he saw strange and difficult diseases, he could not help but treat them. It was not because he was kind, but because he was itching.

For example, right now his heart was itching. "If you don't mind, can I take Brother Hua's pulse?"

Obediently extending his wrist, Hua Manlou felt for the first time that he had misjudged someone. This person was indeed like cold jade. No matter how much he tried to warm him, he would not feel warm. But if he wanted to, he could warm him however he wanted.

After carefully checking his pulse three times, Yang Muzhi bent his right hand's middle finger and index finger and tapped it rhythmically on the table. Finally, he gave a definite answer. "Brother Hua's eyes can still be saved."

Hua Manlou was not excited. He did not even show any obvious emotional fluctuations. He just smiled. "Then it seems that I'll have to trouble Mr. Yang for a while."

When Lu Xiaofeng came back carrying a person whose pressure points had been sealed, he rushed into Mr. Xiang Zhi's room. He saw Hua Manlou, a friend he had just met for a few days, lying on the bed with his clothes disheveled. He did not react for a moment.

"Brother Hua and Mr. Xiang Zhi … What are you doing?"

"…"

"…"

That year, it was drizzling with apricot blossoms.

Lu Xiaofeng had just entered the world of martial arts and had not yet made a name for himself.

Hua Manlou was told that his eyes, which had been injured for many years, could still be saved.

Yang Muzhi was still a cold gentleman who exuded an unapproachable aura.