The villain: the memory is exposed, making the empress cry for forgiveness

It is all because of everyone's support every day that this newcomer and new book can reach this point.

I swipe the background of Writer's Assistant many times a day.

Votes, rewards, discussions, suggestions, reminders, and familiar ids are all in my heart.

Every time I see id, I think about what everyone looks like in real life.

[No more than seven words]: No seven, the id is very compelling, you should be similar to that kind of peerless swordsman, feeling like you are in the air.

[Junmai Daiginjo]: I feel that my brother should start a family. When he is free, he must like to drink a glass of small wine, like that kind of wine sword fairy with a fluttering beard.

[Uncle Golden Arch]: It should be an uncle. You must go to McDonald's a lot, right?

There are many other people: Xiaojiu, Bookworm, Sun and Moon, Jiang Anian, noknp, Xinlei, Buju, Yurou, Xiaomei, hell, Genius, Lightning God of War, Hongchenzui...

Wait, wait, etc., I can't count them, but I deeply remember them all.

Thank you so much for your votes and support.

I really want to tell everyone Lin Yuan's story, but I lack the confidence.

I knew what was going to happen and who he would meet along the way.

I also know where it starts and where it ends.

I just always felt like there was no way I could get people there.

Because I have never written a long article with more than a million words.

Even with the addition of so many waste manuscripts, the total is less than 50 words.

Because my hand speed is really too slow, every chapter is written carefully.

Calvin was really stuck.

The outline in front of me, I am just afraid that it will not be good-looking, not interesting, and I will not be able to write it.

So I doubt myself, I get scared, and sometimes it feels like a mess in my head.

Coupled with the hand speed that still needs to be improved, it will be like this. Four thousand words a day is like squeezing toothpaste.

Squeeze out one chapter after another, otherwise there will definitely be more than two chapters a day.

But I really, slow hand speed also has reasons for writing.

It's so written that I don't feel comfortable reading it myself.

In this way, the 2 words in a chapter are all messed up, choosing words and making sentences.

The hand speed is so slow, it really makes me uncomfortable.

I really want to add more to everyone, but there is really no way.

Slowly increase your hand speed.

But I will try my best to finish this book seriously.

Don't worry about eunuchs not being supervising, I'm not a full-time author who makes a living writing books.

The performance of the book has no absolute relationship with my quality of life.

I don't have any reason, because no one reads the book and the eunuch.

I just want to finish writing the story according to the outline, finish the book well, accumulate writing experience, and improve slowly.

Everyone likes to watch it, and I am also happy.

Whenever I have free time every day, I code words for everyone and write stories for everyone.

I hope that everyone can relax and have a good time through the novel.

I'm not slacking off these days, and I won't be in the future.

Just because I dare not disappoint everyone who has always supported me.

Perhaps in the future, there may still be countless depressions, fears, discouragements and silences on the road.

But nothing can stop my determination to write.

In the end, I would like to thank the leader of the Seventh Brother, and I will find a role for you in the book.

His name should be Feng Buqi, and he used the seven-character sword formula.

But it is too strong, and often the opponent has to die before reaching the seven characters.

This single chapter with more than 3k words, it can be regarded as an addition for the time being...

I will definitely make up this chapter as soon as I get faster!

Chapter 74

Outside the copper coffin.

All the monks fell silent.

They watched the picture silently.

The young Emperor Qing was concentrating on feeling the spiritual feedback from King Qin Xiang's body.

When the memories of the young Emperor Qing were exposed before, they had seen a scene similar to this.

It's just that at that time, Emperor Qing had just learned this profound and profound medical secret.

I used the corpse of a spirit monkey found in Shiwanda Mountain for hands-on operation.

After all, this method of visiting the cause of the disease is extremely difficult and dangerous just as it sounds.

Meridians are not spiritual veins, and they have low tolerance for spiritual power and are relatively fragile.

Not to mention the need to control spiritual power and walk among other people's limbs.

One of the problems that bears the brunt of this is how to deal with the repulsion between spirits of different attributes.

Generally speaking, when other people's spiritual power enters the body, more or less, there will be some sense of hindrance and rejection.

In this process, if you can't control the intensity of the spiritual flow delicately, you will reach a delicate balance point.

Forcibly attracting other people's spiritual power into the body may cause Qi and blood to flow backwards, causing damage to tiny nerves and meridians.

Even if one is not careful, hematemesis or hemiplegia may occur.

If it is more serious, due to the repulsive force of the conflicting attributes, the meridians cannot withstand the spiritual pressure, and the body will explode and die on the spot.

So when I heard Granny Si explain to the young Emperor Qing how to practice it clinically.

在场所有专研医术的修士，无一不为此秘法设计的精深巧妙而心生叹首ヘ发;于，群*9?8EUR0？2ュ[email protected]?8ヘ5?6服。

But after all, it is absolutely impossible for them themselves to try such ingenious medical secrets.

Because this is exactly the opposite of the cultivation of monks, or the requirements of fighting.

This kind of secret medicine practice does not require a surge of spiritual pressure, let alone overwhelming spiritual power.

It is to have a kind of meticulous and extremely fine control over the spiritual power, so that there will be no accidents during the visit.

Those who don't have great talent can't do it.

And Emperor Qing happened to be such an extremely rare existence.

所以就连司婆婆都深深感叹首ヘ发;于，群*9?8EUR0？2ュ[email protected]?8ヘ5?6，他完全就是个医道神才。

It seems that she was born to study medicine, and her medical talent is even better than her.

……

Lin Yuan controlled the spiritual power, and visited King Qin Xiang's body very carefully.

But at the first moment when the spiritual power entered King Qin Xiang's body, his expression changed drastically.

He had a hunch in advance that King Qin Xiang's situation must be very bad.

But unexpectedly, the vitality in King Qin Xiang's body has been exhausted to such a point that he is about to die.

In the meridians of the whole body, there is only a strand of breath that will not be broken like a silk thread, maintaining life.

The chaotic pulse he diagnosed before was precisely this aura causing trouble in the pulse condition.

But this dark and dull aura gave Lin Yuan a very strange feeling that could not be described.

As long as there is a slight touch of spiritual power, the whole person will immediately feel extremely uncomfortable.

Is it Poison Spirit?

wrong……

Lin Yuan pondered in his heart.

If it is a poisonous spirit, it is impossible for him to feel this kind of feeling that even the consciousness of the soul is faintly unsmooth when he touches it.

But what could this be?

Lin Yuan searched all the knowledge that Granny Si gave him in his mind, but found nothing.

He was not discouraged.

Continue to calm down, concentrate, and delicately release spiritual power to visit.

He also needs to check the condition of King Qin Xiang's organs, whether there is any disease, and whether there is any abnormality.

Then, strands of gentle spiritual flow slowly poured into King Qin Xiang's limbs, internal organs.

Lin Yuan closed his eyes tightly, searching for the "Qi" in King Qin Xiang's body.

This is Granny Si's philosophy of practicing medicine.

The life of a person is the gathering of qi.

When qi gathers, life comes, and when qi disperses, death occurs.

Although qi is invisible, it can have quality, qi is absorbed into the bones, and the marrow is washed to produce essence.

This is the source of essence and blood, the most refined and pure aura in the world.

The role of qi is not only to strengthen the internal organs, but also to maintain the normal functioning of the body.

It is more about storing blood, storing essence, and storing spirit.

As long as the "qi" is still there, find out the problem of "qi" and prescribe the right medicine.

If the cause of "Qi" is solved, King Qin Xiang's condition can be solved easily.

It makes the blood full of essence and thick, the spirit is thick and the spirit is muddy, and prolongs life.

However, just when the spiritual power entered King Qin Xiang's internal organs, Lin Yuan's face changed drastically again.

Immediately, he looked at the haggard King Xiang of Qin with horror in his eyes.

Then he staggered in horror and stepped back.

As if he had discovered some unbelievable truth, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground, and even accidentally knocked over a few pieces of precious porcelain beside him.

"Young Master Lin!"

Porcelain fragments splashed all over the ground, Qin Zhimu hurriedly stood up, helped Lin Yuan up, and checked whether he was injured.

She asked with concern: "Are you okay? What's the matter?"

Seeing Lin Yuan's abnormal reaction, King Qin Xiang, who was lying on the dragon couch, also struggled to prop up his upper body.

He panted heavily, looked at Lin Yuan whose expression had calmed down, and asked:

"Lin Yuan, did you find anything unusual in my body?"

Lin Yuan looked at King Qin Xiang with complicated eyes, regretting his momentary gaffe in his heart.

He had never been so horrified in his life.

But it wasn't that he was in an unstable mood, but that the facts he discovered were too shocking.

No matter what, he couldn't have expected it at all.

Lin Yuan knew that from now on, he was in deep chaos and could not extricate himself.

Every next step must be done with caution, like walking on thin ice.

Lin Yuan quickly suppressed the horror in his heart, took a deep breath, and bowed to King Qin Xiang to apologize.