Although Meng Qi's expression was natural, his eyebrows were folded, and he looked troubled by the disease, Mo Li couldn't help but wonder if this was a conspiracy? Otherwise, how could such a coincidence be possible?

Let’s talk about spiritual medicine first. Who will raise spiritual medicine at home? Can it be maintained alive?

Without enough spiritual energy, the spiritual medicine will slowly wither.

——Meng Qi’s rhetoric is like a lie specially designed after knowing Mo Li’s preferences.

But the problem is also here. Mo Li is very careful every time he enters the mountain. Even Qin Lu doesn’t know that he is growing ginseng and raising white foxes. Who knows his hobbies? Besides, its existence is incredible to ordinary people, and it only appears once.

If this is a conspiracy, only Wandering Soul can do this.

Mo Li's back felt cold, and he tried his best to make his expression calm, as if he was untouched, while paying attention to Meng Qi's reaction.

——This kind of deliberate method can achieve no expected results, and the conspirators will always be somewhat abnormal.

Mo Li thought so, but he couldn't find even a trace of anxiety or dissatisfaction in Meng Qi.

“…”

Forget it, you have specialized in your profession.

If you want to compete in conspiracy and wisely, Mo Li thinks he is not his opponent, but he is a doctor. A person who is determined to pretend to be sick will have nowhere to hide as long as he takes the pulse.

"I have never encountered this disease. I can't tell whether it can be cured or not. I can let my pulse take it." Mo Li said calmly. In fact, for those who practice internal skills, the wrist pulse is the life gate. If someone is held back, it is equivalent to restraining his hands and feet. If the famous doctor I meet is also an internal master, it is no different from handing over his life.

Mo Li and Meng Qi were just a first meeting and were still very unfamiliar with him.

Delivering trust in strangers is not an easy task.

"You use the Wufeng Knife, you are Qin Lu's disciple. I believe in the vision of the Xuanhu Divine Doctor to Acquire the disciples." Meng Qi thought about it and made a decision quickly.

Although he was eager to seek medical treatment, Dr. Mo still felt the pressure - this person was so cunning that he did not trust him, but actually said he trusted Mr. Qin. In the face of the reputation of the teacher, can he regret it and not read it?

cannot.

Mo Li had a cold face. Since he was a patient who was delivered to the door, what's wrong with seeing it?

So such a strange scene appeared in the wind and snow. The doctor took the veins under the wind and snow, not to mention the tables and chairs, and there were not even a shed. There were wilderness ridges around, which was very unpretentious.

As soon as Dr. Mo's finger hit Meng Qi's wrist vein, he was shaken away one inch.

Mo Li's expression changed slightly, and she had a strong internal force. What kind of exercise is this?

Internal strength generally tends to be more powerful than Taoist methods, which emphasizes the long breath, and is intended to be the constant of the heavens and the earth. It is a trickle of flowing into a sea. Isn’t this kind of domineering internal strength afraid of damage to one of the menstruations? This kind of martial arts that kills one thousand enemies and hurts eight hundred by themselves is logically inferior, and you will have a short life if you learn it.

Dr. Mo slowed down and tried to explore the pulse again, and then he was stunned.

He looked up at Meng Qi in disbelief. At this moment, he finally understood what Qin Lu said back then, and accidentally discovered what a martial arts genius felt.

Is this born with strong meridians?

The inner breath flowing in it is like a big river in the Yangtze River. Not only that, it also means that the power of flesh and blood can explode is several times that of ordinary people. On the other hand, in ancient times, strong men were able to hold up a tripod and beat crazy horses to death with one punch in the downtown area because of their unique talent. In addition to strength, they can withstand heavy pressure and recoil from muscles and muscles.

When Qin Lu met Mo Li, he was reluctant to let go because of this talent, it would be a pity not to learn martial arts.

Now Mo Li met Meng Qi, and the other party's talent was even higher than him, ten times higher, so high that Dr. Mo began to doubt his life.

Can mortals reach this level? How did such good muscles and bones come from? Can you get to know Lingzun and Lingtang? Have your ancestors produced people with extraordinary talents? Is it the father or mother? If not, how old did Lingzun and Lingtang have you? Where did they live back then? Was it a blessing in the cave with abundant spiritual energy?

Mo Li's thoughts were like wild horses, and he ran to an unknown distance in a blink of an eye.

Meng Qi watched the other party press his wrist and go to Taixu, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Although the martial arts practitioners are not afraid of the cold and heat, isn’t it wrong for them to stand here and drink the northwest wind?

"……doctor?"

"Um?"

Mo Li finally reacted. He coughed dryly, threw all the thoughts behind his head, and began to take the pulse seriously.

His brows slowly frowned, and the more he wrinkled, the tighter he became.

Meng Qi is indeed sick, with some small meridians blocked and severe depression, and it should not be pretending, because that location is very difficult-

"Do you have a headache? How many times a day?"

“Not.”

"...There are some problems with the meridians near your Baihui point," Dr. Mo said, thinking that if you change to an ordinary person, you will have a split headache, but this patient's body is different from that of an ordinary person.

Mo Li didn't dare to instill spiritual energy at all. He was afraid that it would cause a reverse effect. The internal force would protect the meridians. Now that he wanted to open the meridians, the obstacles he encountered were also internal force.

"Your disease is caused by being possessed by the devil. Others cannot cure it because your martial arts are too high and your internal strength is too strong, your acupuncture is not good, and your decoction is not good. Logically speaking, the safest way is to ask a master with internal strength above you to guide you to open up your meridians, but I suspect there is no such master in the world."

Mo Li twitched the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but say, "And the meridian blockage is just a cause. Even if it is opened, it can only control the condition and avoid becoming more serious. The current disease will not disappear."

"how so?"

Meng Qi finally had a sharp look in his eyes, and his awe-inspiring look made Mo Li subconsciously shocked.

It seems that Xue Lingjun did not lie, Mo Li thought.

However, he didn't buy this kind of patient who threatened the doctor. Dr. Mo took back his hand and said slowly: "The inducement is like fire, cook the porridge in the pot. Remove the fire from the stove, and can the porridge be turned back to rice immediately?"

“…”

Meng Qi looked at the young man in front of him, not sure whether the other party was diagnosing seriously or teasing himself.

The disease comes like a mountain falling, and the disease goes like a thread drain. If you are not lucky, you will be ruined by the roots and body. He understands this principle, but why do you say it like a folk proverb about cooking raw rice?

"Doctor Xiao Qin..."

"My surname is not Qin." Mo Li was prepared for a long time, so she changed her name to him, "My surname is Mo. You said that after you have an attack, you will kill people, and the Jinyiwei who destroyed your house back then. Could it be that the servants in the house just now, Chengdu was involved in this matter?"

"Yes, only Kun Qi is not among them."

"...Is it the person who killed the man with a hidden weapon, and later committed suicide?"

When Mo Li thought of the thin man, he was puzzled. Logically speaking, this group of people came for the treasures of the previous dynasty, so why did he target Tang Xiaotang? When the thin man talked to Yuanwai in his study, he once said a very low voice. Yuanwai did not hear clearly, but he did not avoid Mo Li's ears.

The thin man believed that Qin Lu lived in seclusion in Zhushan County not for the treasures of the previous dynasty, but for a little kid.

So what happened to Xiaotang? Mo Li couldn't figure it out.

"Then is the treasure of the previous dynasty?" Mo Li asked.

"I don't know." Meng Qi said slowly, "I don't remember anything, and I even forgot my name. But even if people like me forget, there will always be someone who will remember it for me. Dr. Mo, you have tried to step into the inn door just now, and suddenly someone pointed at you and shouted your name, and then fainted?"

“…”

This is very terrible. What kind of reputation can still make people scare after fifteen years of the destruction of the previous dynasty?

Mo Li simply suspected that Meng Qi was bragging about himself, but the other party obviously did not have the need to do so.

"So you call yourself Meng Qi, but in fact you don't know whether you are the former national teacher?" Mo Li quickly discovered that there was a problem here.

"No, I am Meng Qi."

"reason?"

Dr. Mo asked, but he thought in his heart that the teacher said that people who have lost their memory also have cognition in their hearts. When they see familiar things and hear familiar names, they will quickly accept them.

However, Meng Qi said, "Why did Doctor Mo ask this? When you and I first met, you didn't blurt out and called out my name?"

“…”

No, this is boasting, even if he doesn't realize it, he is boasting.

Mo Li thought blankly, and he shook his head at Meng Qi: "Zun Jia's condition is very complicated, I'm sorry to be helpless." After that, he left without looking back.

"Since that's the case, I can only go to Zhushan County and find the Xuanhu Divine Doctor..."

Before Meng Qi could finish her words, Mo Li turned around and came back. He stared at Meng Qi and suppressed his anger and said, "I can't cure it, and neither can the teacher."

"I sincerely seek medical treatment, which is one in ten thousand possible, and I don't want to miss it."

Meng Qi said it lightly, but Mo Li didn't dare to let such a person go to Zhushan County. What if he had to compete with Qin Lu for who is the best master in the world? It would be fine if this person was really Meng Qi. If not, Xue Magistrate had met Master Meng. He denied it, but this person didn't believe it, so he insisted on forcing Qin Lu to admit that he was Meng Qi? After all, his fault lies in his mind!

"I can try to treat you." Dr. Mo said gritting his teeth.

Meng Qi actually advised: "Don't make things difficult, I also know that this disease is difficult. If you force it, how can I feel sorry for it?"

“…”
Chapter completed!