I!The start was poor, forcing the system to upgrade

System operation interface and dialog box:

【This operation will consume a total of 7300 virtual faith points. Do you want to continue? 】

"Stop the ink marks! Transform quickly!" Zhao Tianyin was very proficient at double-tasking, inputting instructions with his thoughts.

[Faith value -7300! 】

[Remaining belief value: 438 (real), plus 500 (virtual). 】

[Transformation target: two juvenile carps of a strange variety. 】

[Transformation begins——]

[Transformation in progress—1%...49%...98%...]

[Transformation complete!A trace of dragon's blood and a bit of chi kiss essence were analyzed respectively! 】

[Acquire super immunity, phagocytosis gene, and water attribute affinity!Physical enhancement!Improved digestion!Increased lung capacity! 】

[Transformation complete! 】

[Added biological attributes: dragon's blood, chi kiss essence. 】

[All biological attributes: ants, earthworms, Jiao carp, Chi carp. 】

Following the operation of the system, the two small carps that Zhao Tianyin held tightly in his hands quickly turned into two balls of pure and pure energy particles, which flowed down his palm and merged into his cells in the blink of an eye, forming a Instinct factors of the body.

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Qingzhou in the twilight.

The inner courtyard of the government office, the boudoir upstairs.

A servant girl cautiously went upstairs to hold the lamp, and lighted the candlestick lightly, for fear of disturbing the young lady and the cousin who were exchanging feelings.

Zhao Tianyin wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and said casually: "It is said that a long time ago, there lived a family of father and daughter who made a living from fishing on the small island of Weishan Lake. The fisherman's name was Old Man Li, and his daughter Cuilian was young and beautiful. handsome and lovely."

"Am I cuter?" Murong Lingluo stuck out her little head from under the quilt.

"Of course you are not as cute as Lingluo. Cousin Lingluo is the cutest girl I have ever seen!"

Zhao Tianyin, who had finally freed his hands, sat directly beside the bed, telling his cousin Murong Lingluo vividly and eloquently, the poignant love story about the carp that has quietly disappeared can also be said to be a folklore Strange stories.

"Father and daughter depend on each other for life. Their lives are plain but bittersweet. Cuilian, who grew up, fell in love with a young man nearby, Liu San. The two often punted together and sang fisherman's songs. The children are building new houses, and everything seems to be so beautiful and peaceful."

"However, God always likes to set up troubles and difficulties for families that can't stand the storm. It's a long way to go. Just when this couple was about to get married, they unfortunately encountered a powerful and domineering bully."

"That bully often bullies the market with some cronies, commits crimes, and rapes women from good families everywhere. He happened to see Cuilian from a distance, a rare fisherman's beauty in the world, and he was attracted to it. "

"Although Liu San stood in front of Cuilian, he was formidable with two fists and four hands. If he wanted to resist, he was powerless and desperate. In the end, he watched his beloved woman being kidnapped on a big boat by a gang of bullies."

"Cui Lian naturally refused to obey, but after struggling for a long time, she couldn't break free, so she had to pretend to obey first, and then look for opportunities to jump off the ship."

"The bully thought that Cuilian had given in, so he let down his vigilance."

"Cuilian ran to the deck while the guards were not paying attention."

"But before she ran far, she was discovered again. Seeing that she was about to be tied up by bullies again, Cuilian took a harpoon from the boat and cut her beautiful face decisively."

"A pair of blood holes were left on both sides of Cuilian's nose."

"But even so, the bully still refuses to let go of her who has been disfigured, and still wants to forcibly occupy her."

"On the night when the bully forcibly married Cuilian, Cuilian used the excuse of worshiping heaven and earth, instead of coming to the deck, and then took advantage of her unpreparedness, broke free and plunged into Weishan Lake."

"The bully sent people to the lake to salvage all night, but they couldn't even find anyone."

"It turned out that the moment Cuilian jumped into the lake, maybe it was a manifestation of the god of mountains and rivers, and it turned into a big carp miraculously."

"Cuilian, who turned into a carp, entrusted her to her lover Liu San in a dream. After Liu San woke up, he punted into the lake and cast a net with a red-tailed golden scale carp with four nostrils."

"He knew that this four-nosed carp was transformed by Cuilian, so he held it in his arms and began to cry."

"Liu San cried for a day and a night until all the tears were dried up, but Yu'er could never turn back into a human being again."

"Liu San was heartbroken and didn't want to live in this world anymore, so he resolutely jumped into the lake with that carp in his arms, and both died for love!"

"As the saying goes, lovers will eventually get married. As expected, Liu San has also turned into a carp, living freely in the big lake."

"Since then, the carp in Weishan Lake have become golden with four nostrils and red tails."

Speaking vividly, Zhao Tianyin kept stroking, playing with, and teasing with his gentle and skillful hands that smelled fishy just after touching the fish, a pink and white lotus bud exposed from the bedding. Delicate and lovely feet, white, soft, and shiny.

When Zhao Tianyin sees beautiful things, he can't help but want to grasp them thoroughly, carefully feel the temperature and the smooth and fragrant skin.

To be honest, Murong Lingluo's small and exquisite feet are comparable to Zhao Tianyin's, the toes are like tender lotus root buds, after all, both of them are dead houses who have never left home for nearly ten years.

The little feet of both of them can be described as "slender bamboo shoots wrapped in light clouds".

It's just that compared to Zhao Tianyin, Murong Lingluo lacks the temptation of natural beauty and freehand brushwork.

Although Zhao Tianyin is a boy, his body structure is like the perfect interpretation of the best life form, or the best footnote of all the magnificent rhetoric. Any part of him can make the stunning beauties of all ages be overwhelmed by it, and even feel ashamed.

"It's so itchy~giggle~" Murong Lingluo listened with gusto, and couldn't get enough of it, her silver bell-like laughter was extremely innocent, like big pearls and small pearls falling on a jade plate, crisp and sweet.

Just when the two were tickling each other and playing, they were about to roll onto the same bed.

Unfortunately, Murong Yanda just came back at this time, leading a hale and hale old man in white robes, walked into the inner courtyard one after the other, and went straight to the attic.

After hearing the sound of footsteps, Zhao Tianyin calmly got up and tidied up his messy clothes, then put on the fox face mask as if nothing had happened.

"Why does brother Tianyin wear a mask?" Murong Lingluo also sat up from the bed, fluttering her beautiful eyes, and asked curiously.

"Because I don't want people I don't know to see my face. And I'm used to hiding good things." Zhao Tianyin replied meaningfully.

"Master Zhang, please." Murong Yanda personally helped the white-robed old man upstairs, and also helped the old man carry a small wooden box.

Going up to the second floor, Murong Yanda saw Zhao Tianyin put on the mask again, tacitly introduced, "This is my nephew."

"You must have been Zhang Zhongfeng, Zhang Zhongfeng, who has rejuvenated his body. I have heard that your acupuncture skills are superb. You are really Hua Tuo." Zhao Tianyin heard Murong Yanda mention it on the way to Qingzhou, and after greeting him sweetly, he went Get out of the way and stand by the bed.

Regardless of Zhao Tianyin's flattery, he actually disapproved of Zhang Zhongfeng, and even secretly slandered: Zhang Zhongfeng, Zhongfeng had a stroke, a doctor called this name is really depressing.

This genius doctor Zhang Zhongfeng is a descendant of Zhang Zhongjing, the medical sage who wrote "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" in the Han Dynasty, so he was a bit put on airs. He only nodded politely to Zhao Tianyin, and then sat down directly. On a stool two meters away from the bed.

Murong Yanda put the small wooden box on the table next to it.

Zhang Zhongfeng opened the wooden box, revealing a set of silver needles, a roll of silk, a sapphire wrist pillow and various bottles and jars inside.

Murong Yanda skillfully tied a piece of silk around his daughter's wrist.

Murong Lingluo lay down obediently again.

Doctor Zhang took out a sapphire wrist pillow and put it under his wrist, and immediately began to diagnose the pulse by hanging silk.

I saw him twirling his long gray beard, sometimes quietly holding his breath and closing his eyes, sometimes opening his eyes to carefully observe Murong Lingluo's breathing state.

It took about half a stick of incense.

In the silence where a needle can be heard.

"This Peiyuan Pill is indeed useful, and its effect is very miraculous."

Zhang Zhongfeng suddenly looked surprised and said: "With Miss Murong's original physical condition, it is not bad to live to be 12 years old. But now, as long as she is well adjusted, she will not have a problem living for another ten or eight years."

"But the strange thing is that the elixir failed to cure Ling Ai's congenital weak constitution from the root. It only eliminated other intractable diseases caused by this disease, and suppressed this disease by strengthening her own body."

No wonder this genius doctor put on the airs of a senior expert to Zhao Tianyin, it turned out that he regarded him as an opponent in medical skills.

Not only literati will be disrespectful, but almost any field that involves fame and interests will have malicious bullying.

And the older the doctor, the more he valued his prestige, and the more he was afraid that the old horse would stumble.

No one wants to be judged by a failure when they are about to die.

A genius doctor generally cannot have a patient who cannot be cured, unless it is an incurable disease, and other doctors are helpless, then it doesn't matter.

But when Zhang Zhongfeng came to the government office, he heard from Murong Yanda that Murong Lingluo had only taken one elixir, and immediately his complexion improved remarkably like a spring on a dead tree.

It was really hard for Zhang Zhongfeng to believe such a thing that was almost a fantasy.

If it was true, wouldn't that be equivalent to slapping his genius doctor in the face?

The main reason is that he, Zhang Zhongfeng, has been diagnosing and treating a disease that he has not figured out for almost ten years, and the elixir that a young boy took out at random can solve it?

This is too detrimental to Zhang Zhongfeng's reputation as a genius doctor!

Therefore, Zhang Zhongfeng was not diagnosing at all just now, but deliberately picking thorns and faults, trying to find out the harm of that pill to the human body.

However, the quality of the Peiyuan Pill produced by the system is absolutely guaranteed. Not only does it not have any side effects, but the medicinal effect is extremely gentle, pure and long-lasting.

Until now, the spiritual power of Peiyuan Pill in Murong Lingluo's body has not been fully digested.

Zhang Zhongfeng seemed to feel that Cai Cai's words were too euphemistic and reserved, and not enough to save his face, so he wanted to add a few more words of belittling.

Zhang Zhongfeng was about to speak.

However, Zhao Tianyin was too lazy to listen to his nonsense and put on airs, and said lightly: "Cousin Lingluo's physical condition is not a disease at all, and naturally it is difficult to get rid of it with medicine."

When Zhang Zhongfeng heard this kind of remarks, he couldn't help feeling funny, so he vented his breath through his nostrils, and laughed at it.

Murong Yanda was most concerned about the health of his precious daughter, and hurriedly asked: "Isn't it a disease? Could it be that evil energy has entered the body or something that suppresses witchcraft is causing trouble?"

"No. The reason why my cousin is often unhealthy should be due to her poor physical resistance, which is built by the immune system of human genes. This kind of symptom is called congenital immunodeficiency, and most of it is genetic. It is due to the genetic defect of your parents. Uncle, you are so healthy in your forties, and obviously do not have this kind of immune deficiency. Therefore, it must be the problem of your aunt's blood."

Zhao Tianyin lowered his head and thought for a while before speaking slowly.

"The immune system of human genes? What does this term mean? Which medical book does it come from? I still hope to clarify." Zhang Zhongfeng immediately asked for advice, his eyes that were originally slightly squinted suddenly widened, and the eyes in his pupils were released. There was a light of extreme interest, and his attitude became inexplicably humbled.

Although Zhang Zhongfeng has a good face, and the older he gets, the more stubborn he is, but in terms of exploring medical knowledge, this old guy is still quite eager to go further, so he hardly hesitates to ask his subordinates.

"Know what you know, know what you don't know, and know what you don't know."

Zhao Tianyin would not pretend to understand, so he murmured slightly:

"Actually, junior, I have only a half-knowledge. And I only know that there is such a symptom. If you ask me to explain it, I can't tell the reason."

"Uh—" the tone paused, and continued:

"It's like the five internal organs of the human body are divided into five elements, and the five elements generate and restrain each other, thus forming a small inner world that circulates endlessly."

"And the avenue or the way of heaven produced by this inner small world is equivalent to the immune system of the human body."

"You can also understand that if a person is a bridge, the immune system is like the structure of the bridge, and immunity is equivalent to the weight of the bridge, the size of the flood, and other factors."

Zhao Tianyin tried his best to avoid inconsistencies in his words.

Hearing this, Zhang Zhongfeng barely understood the general meaning, and this bit of inspiration was like a precious treasure for him who was getting old and dizzy. Immediately, he murmured thoughtfully:

"Life is like a bridge, with rivers under it. The blood flows for [-] miles, and the qi runs through nine orifices and twelve joints."

"The "Huangdi Neijing" also has a cloud: between heaven and earth, within Liuhe, its Qi, nine states, nine orifices, and five viscera, twelve joints, are all related to the weather."

Zhang Zhongfeng's greatest wish in this life is to be able to write a book and biography before he dies. It is best to write a medical book that can be compared with his ancestors' Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases.

Zhang Zhongfeng seemed to have figured out some tricks, and quickly began to take the pulse of Murong Lingluo's Xuansi seriously. After repeated diagnosis and verification, he sighed: "Miss' body really seems to be missing a bridge with a mortise and tenon structure. If the body cannot be effectively and thoroughly improved within ten years, I am afraid that the end of the bridge collapse and death will still be unavoidable."