Hey, you are reborn too?

"Get out!"

Jiang Yu felt a pat on the back of his hand.

"Do you want to open your eyes and take a look?" the voice said unhappily, "What is the injury on your neck?"

Jiang Yu opened his eyes tremblingly, and saw his master handing him a bronze mirror, which he then used to illuminate the mirror in the light of a nearby fire.

It was indeed nothing serious, just a shallow bloodstain.

"Since you have already 'die to prove your integrity', I will tell you something about myself," the man in the moon-white robe stared at the light, but his body was hidden in the darkness. "My last name is 'Shen' - but that was a long time ago. People usually go by code names now. Also, don't trust me too much. I'm not a good person."

Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes. How credible was what this person had just told him, and how much of it was a lie?

Inside the slowly moving carriage.

It was raining heavily outside, but now it has returned to peace.

The rain on this summer night came quickly and went away quickly.

Xie Yongwei curled the corners of her mouth slightly, took a deep breath, and her nostrils were filled with fresh air. She felt a long-lost sense of relaxation.

Venerable Longyin felt a little strange. He had just held her hand and ran with her to the carriage, but after they got in, he did not let go of her hand immediately.

Xie Yongwei pulled gently, and he seemed to react. He paused holding her hand, and then slowly let go.

"I have overstepped my authority," he said in a somewhat dejected voice, "Please forgive me, young lady."

Xie Yongwei saw the lost expression, although her heart was not moved, but she understood that he put on the outer robe for her, so she showed concern on her face and raised the corner of her mouth to give a decent smile: "Your Excellency, you are too kind. I have to thank you for it."

She took off her black robe, showing a look of annoyance, biting her lip and saying, "Venerable brother, it got wet by the rain, what should I do?"

"Give it to me," the man said in a dark voice, as if he was enduring something. He lowered his head, unable to reach it with one hand, and his voice became even hoarse: "Awei, be obedient."

Just a few short sentences with a few coughs in between.

Xie Yongwei raised her eyes and saw that the man had one hand covering his chest. His chest was rising and falling regularly, with signs of deliberate control.

He pursed his pale lips into a straight line.

Uncomfortable?

Xie Yongwei stopped teasing him: "This dress is soaked, it's better not to wear it directly, dry it first."

She stood up, walked to the incense burner, and covered her head with her outer robe.

There was a moment of silence in the carriage. The man's breathing was a little heavy. Xie Yongwei glanced at him lightly. The breathing suddenly stopped, and then he broke out into a violent coughing.

"Cough cough cough..."

He didn't want to lose his composure like this, but sometimes, this body really made him unable to control himself.

A fishy-sweet taste spread up his throat, and he thought to himself that something was wrong. He exerted force on his legs and leaned towards the outer robe. His fingertips trembled, and he fumbled for a few times before he pulled out a black handkerchief from the cuff.

"Cough cough cough..."

With the handkerchief covering his cough, Venerable Longyin coughed a little louder, but he still restrained himself.

Xie Yongwei saw that he was frowning and covering his lips with a handkerchief. There was no panic on his face, but his eyes sometimes revealed a hint of disgust.

The black handkerchief became darker, as if it had taken on something new.

Xie Yongwei did not ask him if he was okay. In her opinion, this man was most likely in trouble. In addition, she had just asked him to take her pulse not long ago. If she forced him now, it would seem too deliberate.

"Ahem, well," Reverend Longyin held the handkerchief in one hand and slowly placed his other hand on his wrist, alternating his two hands like this, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, "Huh..."

There was a shrewd glimpse in his eyes. It was just as he expected. Although the symptoms had not yet eased, this poison could conceal itself. Every time the fifteen-day period passed, its presence in his meridians would be greatly reduced.

Such as now.

Venerable Longyin lowered his head slightly, and a smile gradually appeared at the corners of his mouth. At this moment, the smile on his face was 80% similar to that of the seventh prince of Dayuan, Jiang Mian.

He slowly loosened the hand that was holding the handkerchief, and used the other hand to hold the handkerchief. As usual, he placed three fingers on the wrist: Guan, Cun, and Chi.

Venerable Longyin held his breath and concentrated, applying slight pressure with his fingertips to feel the beating of the pulse beneath his fingers.

Xie Yongwei next to her raised her eyebrows.

It's interesting. Looking at the technique of Venerable Longyin, he doesn't look like a latecomer. Instead, he looks like someone who has studied medicine seriously.

Xie Yongwei also felt a little strange in her heart. Why did his techniques and strength seem so similar to what his master taught him?

Could it be, Xie Yongwei frowned, that they had some kind of relationship? Then, why didn't she know?

I felt inexplicably stuffy in my chest. My master knew that I had always been curious about Venerable Longyin, but every time I talked to him about Venerable Longyin, my master would subconsciously change the subject.

Xie Yongwei had always thought that her hints were not clear enough, or that her master did not know Venerable Long Yin well enough and did not want to communicate with her in depth, lest he fail to answer relevant questions in front of her and thus lose face.

However, Xie Yongwei frowned even more tightly, with a hint of doubt in her eyes. Could it be that her master still had any face in front of her?

The other disciples of the Medical Immortal Valley did not know the true face of their master, the Leng Valley Master. They only knew that he was cold and unkind, and always looked like he kept people at a distance.

But only he, the only inner disciple, knew about it.

Leng Zhikong appears to be cold and arrogant on the surface, but what is he really like behind the scenes?

He is just a rare old man who talks a lot, is a bit picky about things, but can accept requests within a reasonable range.

——Although Leng Zhikong is not old, some of his work and rest habits and attitude towards life are too mature, so he looks extremely calm and close to old age.

Moreover, he always looks heartless and careless.

There were countless examples like getting lost in the Medical Valley and waiting to be rescued, picking herbs in the back mountain and getting dizzy from the woods and not leaving the forest for three days, etc.

Although it all looks like they are lost, it shows how confused this person is and how big his heart is.

Thinking of this, Xie Yongwei frowned slightly.

Could it be that Master and Venerable Long Yin are too familiar with each other, so he deliberately avoids me and does not talk to me about this person?

Venerable Longyin did not notice Xie Yongwei's little thoughts for the time being, he was still immersed in a faint joy.

I just took my own pulse and checked myself, but I couldn't find any trace of the poison. I could only find that my left Guan pulse was slightly stringy and rapid, and my right Cun Guan pulse was deep and slippery, which should be a sign of lung disease, but I couldn't guess that I had the poison in my body.

Before, I was indeed a bit uncomfortable and didn't want Avi to treat me.

But now the cough is really serious and I don’t have the corresponding medicine with me, so I have to trouble Avi to get it for me.

The poison in his body was also very powerful at the moment and was hidden very well, reducing the risk of him being exposed to almost zero.

"Awei," he relaxed a little, a fragility flashed across his eyes, but Xie Yongwei happened to see it, "I feel uncomfortable, can you please take my pulse?"

As he spoke, he cooperated very well and, contrary to his usual behavior, took the initiative to extend his pale wrist to Xie Yongwei.