The prince's personal bodyguard

The big monk dictated and Bai Xinyin wrote down: the water from the Ice Island in the East China Sea, the resurrection grass in the Kunlun Mountains, the thousand-year-old blood ganoderma in the Changbai Mountains, the snow lotus on the top of the Tianshan Mountains, the thousand-year-old snake gall, and a big red rooster without any other hair.

Looking at the words Bai Xinyin wrote, the monk was moved and said, "I will say it again, and you write it down again."

"why?"

"Well, that... girl, just write it. I'm afraid there will be some discrepancies, so I'll say it again to check it." Monks don't tell lies, but a monk who tells lies will be punished by God.

Sure enough, in broad daylight, there was a loud thunder in the sky, which frightened the monk.

Xiyin: “…”

master:"……"

After writing, the monk blew the ink dry, folded it up and put it in his arms like a treasure, thinking: If I give this calligraphy to that kid to copy, he must treat me to ten rounds of Lihua liquor.

Bai Xiyin was a good calligrapher, and her best work was the hairpin-flowered small regular script. Since she was a child, she had copied the calligraphy of the Eastern Jin Dynasty calligraphers Wei Furen and Zhong Yao. Wei Furen was the teacher of the "calligraphy saint" Wang Xizhi. Wei Xu, a Tang Dynasty scholar, said that her calligraphy was "like a dancing girl arranging flowers, with the lotus in the air, like a beautiful woman on stage, a fairy playing with her shadow, and like a red lotus reflected in the water, and clouds floating in the green pond."

Later, Xiyin copied the works of Liu Gongquan and Yan Zhenqing of the Tang Dynasty. Their styles were more mature and elegant than those of Lady Wei at that time. In addition, Xiyin practiced martial arts, and his handwriting was so powerful that it could be seen through the paper.

Xiyin knows many fonts, and is first-rate in cursive and official scripts, especially the small regular script with flowers. In modern times, the traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions that Bai Xiyin wrote when he was a doctor were often taken away by other doctors for copying or collection.

What the monk didn't know was that if Xiyin took out his seal and stamped it, these words would be priceless.

The monk regretted his decision later, but that’s another story.

The reason why Bai Xinyin established the Bagua Sect was, first, to understand what was going on in the world, to see if he could find the way home, to see if there had been anyone like him before, and to find a companion; second, to find the whereabouts of these medicinal herbs and gather them together to remove the poison.

Over the past five years, relying on well-informed people, I have gone through untold hardships to find four of them. The only ones missing are the Kunlun Mountain Resurrection Grass and the Changbai Mountain Millennium Blood Ganoderma.

I heard that a few days ago, the thousand-year-old blood ganoderma was given by the emperor to Prince Rong who had just returned from the expedition. And the resurrection grass was going to be auctioned at Tianhonglou, the largest auction house in Kyoto, in mid-March.

Bai Xinyin's birthday was on April 15th, and she was more than a month away from her coming of age. She had no choice but to travel thousands of miles away from Yaowang Valley to come to Kyoto in person to look for medicine.

On the third day of March, it was pitch black at night.

In Prince Rong's mansion, however, it was as bright as day. After Prince Rong returned to the court, all the government offices sent gifts to Prince Rong's mansion. As a thank you, Mu Yunxiao prepared a banquet to thank everyone. Who wouldn't give face to the prince? The banquet was filled with wine, singing and dancing, and it was extremely lively.

The front yard was bustling with people, singing and dancing. In the warehouse at the back of the palace, a slender masked figure was leaning against the wall towards the storeroom containing medicinal herbs.

"Although we are happy today, we have to wait until our shift changes before drinking again. Cheer up and don't be careless. The prince said that the more chaotic the situation is, the more careful we have to be when something happens." said a security guard who looked like a small leader.

"Okay, there will be no problems, and we won't relax..." The patrol team passed by along the way.

About ten minutes later, a patrol team passed by. The man in black calculated that the time was almost up and walked towards the warehouse door.

The guards standing at the door of the warehouse all had sharp eyes and were very vigilant. Prince Rong was indeed a good leader. Even though the front yard was so lively tonight, the guards in the back yard were not relaxed at all.

“No matter how strong he is, it depends on who he meets.” The man in black snorted in his heart, without any panic. He took out a bottle from his sleeve, poured it into his hand, and threw it in front of several guards using his lightness skills. Before the guards could even make a sound, they all fell to the ground.

The man in black walked quickly forward, took out a thin wire and inserted it into the keyhole, opened the warehouse door, took out a night pearl from his arms and began to search.

Suddenly, he felt a palm wind coming from above. "How could there be someone in a locked room?" The man in black was startled and hurriedly dodged to see what was going on. The man on the other side shouted, "Who are you, thief? How dare you break into the prince's mansion to steal things? I will make sure you never come back tonight."

"Miscalculated." The man in black thought it was not good, and then he turned and ran out of the storeroom. The people behind him were chasing him, so he chased him. He also shouted loudly: "Help! Quickly, help! There is a thief! There is an assassin! ..."

"You're a thief, but also an assassin? So what if I stabbed you? If I had brought a mute drug with me today, I would have poisoned you and made you mute. You would really howl." The man in black muttered to himself as he retreated.

The patrol team that had just passed by immediately turned back.

The man in black didn't hesitate, flew onto the roof, and disappeared in an instant with his lightness skills. When Chang Li arrived, only Yan San was left there, still yelling: "How can you run so fast? If you were any slower, I would have caught him. Come back and I'll catch you next time."

I looked in the storehouse and found nothing was missing. I thought the master was really good at predicting things, saying that things might not go well tonight, but unexpectedly, the storehouse was almost robbed. Fortunately, Yan San was ambushed in the storehouse first, otherwise it would be bad if the valuable items given by the emperor were lost, and I don’t know what the visitor wants.

Not only this place, but also important places have deployed personnel to prevent accidents before they happen. The master has always been very thoughtful and always foresighted.

After checking everywhere and finding no damage, he returned to the front yard to report the situation to his master and asked him to keep a close watch on everything. Changli returned to the study and prepared some potion for his master to soak his legs in for a while to relieve the pain.

Although the master was treated by the genius doctor Si Yu, the onset of the poison was only delayed. The genius doctor said that the master's leg could only last for half a month, and after half a month, it would be incurable.

Thinking of the prince's increasingly dark and swollen legs, Chang Li felt sad and only hoped to find the King of Medicine and the Sage of Medicine as soon as possible.

Yipin Pavilion is the highest point, and all four corners of the house are decorated with luminous pearls.

Bai Xinyin sat sideways in a chair, eyes slightly closed, her black nightgown still in place.

"A Feng."

"exist."

"What kind of person do you think Prince Rong is?"

"I have never met Prince Rong, but I have heard that he is very wise and strategic, and can plan and win battles thousands of miles away."

"Well, today I went to investigate at night, but I couldn't gain any advantage. If my lightness skills were not as good as mine, I would be in great danger." Xiyin opened his eyes and thought to himself.

"It seems we have to change our approach. We have never met the Prince Rong's Mansion and have never had any dealings with him. Nanxing came to report today that the person who followed me that day was someone from the Prince Rong's Mansion. Why did he follow me?"

"Logically, Medicine King Valley and Prince Rong's Mansion have no grudges in the past or in the present. There are only two purposes for following the master. One is to get information about the master's whereabouts. There is an ulterior motive. This idea is unknown. The second is that there are people in the palace who need medical treatment... But that's not right? According to our courier, the miracle doctor has been in Prince Rong's Mansion?"

"It seems we have to find a way to get into Prince Rong's mansion. Ah Feng, you go and arrange this."

"Yes!" Xiao Nanfeng replied.

At the Prince Rong's mansion, the banquet was over. Mu Yunxiao returned to the study, looked at a piece of paper, and stroked the small regular script on it: This word is hers, yes, where is she?

Thinking of the poison he had been poisoned with, he felt somewhat melancholy. Where was the Holy Medicine King?

Can I still wait for her to come?