On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

The saint pursed her lips and smiled.

"The Palace Master's things are naturally good. I have the same quota of Fairy Bird Tea as you do, and there is no extra. The Palace Master treats you and me equally without any bias."

"So, I don't have much contact with the Palace Master. Sir, you know the Palace Master's rules. He is the one who takes the initiative to contact us. If there is something urgent, we can only contact him when it is extremely urgent."

Mr. Mo nodded - it was all nonsense, it was the same whether he said it or not.

The tea was served and Mr. Mo drank it slowly, his face slowly relaxing in the heat and aroma.

He believed that the relationship between him and the Palace Master was not that of a superior and a subordinate, but rather that they were mutually beneficial. Of course, in the beginning, when his strength was still weak, the Palace Master gave him a lot of help.

But that was after he signed an agreement with the Palace Master, in which he promised that if he got what he wanted one day, he would provide convenience and help to the Palace Master.

It’s not that he won’t repay you, it’s just that the time for repayment will come later.

As for the relationship between this saint and the palace master, he didn't know.

This woman was very strange, and was proficient in medicine and poison. Especially those unheard-of "medical skills", all of which originated from her.

It took him more than a year to find out that this woman was the saint of the former Tai chieftain's tribe, a mysterious and unique tribe that had been destroyed by Huo Changhe. Logically, there should have been an irreconcilable blood feud and hatred for genocide between her and Huo Changhe, but according to his observation, this woman hated Huo Changhe, but not to that extent.

In short, it left him a little puzzled.

As for how this woman got to know and contact the Palace Master, and what kind of agreement they had, it is even more unknown.

The Palace Master also had the idea of ​​bringing this person here for the meeting, saying that he wanted to let this woman take a look and study her to see if she could discover any secrets.

Discovered the secret, Mr. Mo thought to himself while drinking tea. He thought so too when he caught this man, but he tried many methods and consulted many ancient books, but he couldn't find any secrets on this man.

Even the golden knife, which was only recently discovered, seems to be of no use.

What can this woman figure out that I can't figure out after trying so hard?

After drinking half of the tea, Mr. Mo felt refreshed, his mind was much clearer, and even the fatigue of the journey faded away.

Quexian tea is indeed extraordinary, but it’s a pity that the quantity distributed is too small.

He drank his tea and thought, while the Saint observed him.

When she saw that he was happy drinking tea, a hint of contempt flashed in her eyes.

It’s a pity that he has such a high status and the Palace Master takes him very seriously, but it’s nothing more than this.

Putting down the teacup, the saint turned the topic back to the strange man.

"Sir, please stay here first. When the caravan arrives, you can return to the caravan. Did you get discovered by the city guards when you came?"

"No, Tang Yibai's army is outside the city gate, and part of the Youcheng City Defense Army is also confronting them. We can't go there, but it has also attracted attention. I can go through other gates without any problem."

"Don't worry, Saint. This is my territory after all. I have been in the northwest for many years. How can I not have some connections and means? If I can't even get through the city gate, then there is no need to plan for anything big."

The Saint smiled: "That's true."

"Where is that person now? I wonder if I can meet him? If I have enough time, maybe I can understand the secret and copy a few more people like him."

Mr. Mo snorted in his heart, what a big tone!

Not only can he comprehend the secret, but he can also copy the same person? If it is that easy, wouldn't he be useless?

But women are sometimes surprisingly confident. Mr. Mo did not show it. He clapped his hands, took out a unique bone whistle and blew it twice.

Two tones, and the tones are different.

Soon, footsteps were heard outside.

A figure stepped into the outer room. The man was tall, with broad shoulders and a thin waist, but he had obviously lost a lot of weight now, and his clothes were a little loose.

The saint stood up involuntarily and watched the figure pass through the bead curtain and walk into the house.

It can be seen that the place was cleaned up before coming, but it was only a superficial cleanup.

She washed her face and tied up her messy hair, but she didn't wash it, so it was still tangled in some places.

The clothes were changed, but they were old.

None of this matters. The saint locked her gaze on the man's eyes, looking at him first - but she was disappointed. The man's eyes were a little dull and wooden.

Is it worth studying such a person for so long?

But she soon realized that it wasn't that simple.

"He is..."

Mr. Mo said, "He took some medicine, otherwise he wouldn't be obedient."

It turned out to be the case.

Mr. Mo stood up, took out a small bottle, opened the cork, and there was an indescribable smell inside, a bit fishy and a bit cool.

The small bottle swayed gently and slowly under the strange man's nose.

The strange man's eyes gradually changed. The original dullness disappeared. Perhaps because he was in an unfamiliar environment, he was a little confused. After seeing Mr. Mo, he became alert again.

The saint looked him up and down, then suddenly reached out and ripped his clothes off.

He was indeed very thin, so thin that you could see his ribs, and there were countless scars on his body, deep, shallow, new and old.

It seems that he has suffered a lot, which also shows that Mr. Mo has indeed used many methods.

There was a hint of sarcasm in the saint's eyes - he had tried many methods, but there was no solution, and yet he still came to her for help.

Mr. Mo was not surprised at all when he saw her strip the strange man of his clothes: "He has been naked in the dark room for a month. I know where the wounds and moles are better than he knows himself, but I still haven't found what I'm looking for."

The Saint smiled disapprovingly: "The dimension he has is invisible to the eyes. Only he can see it."

The strange man's eyelashes trembled imperceptibly.

The Saint turned around and held out her hand to Mr. Mo: "Where's the golden knife?"

Mr. Mo shook his head: "It's useless. I tried it. The last time the Palace Master wrote to me about this method, I forged one overnight and tried it step by step according to what he said."

Mr. Mo pointed to a few relatively new scars on the strange man's body: "These are the ones where the golden knife stabbed him. There is no scar."

The Saint looked at the scar he pointed at and suddenly laughed: "That's it?"

The sarcasm in her laughter was evident, and Mr. Mo felt a little angry, but he didn't show it on the surface.

"Why? The Saint has other ideas?"

"Of course, that's not how you use the golden sword."

The saint girl stretched out her hand again: "Give it to me."

Mr. Mo took out a knife from his sleeve, which was wrapped in black cloth. The blade was not long, not even as long as his forearm, and the blade was very narrow. In fact, it was a bit like the width of a sword, but the tip of the blade was slightly tilted, which was different from a sword.

He hesitated for a moment and handed over the knife.

The saint opened the black cloth, revealing a golden knife inside.

She raised the knife and looked at it, as if she was talking to Mr. Mo, or as if she was talking to herself: "This knife needs my blood to work."