The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

In the study room, except for Ying Liu and Ying Thirteen, everyone staring at the portrait showed incredulous expressions.

Qingyan opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, but finally said: Then what... Ying Six, are you sure you drew it right?

Ying Liu put down his pen, opened his eyes wide and said, How could it be possible to make a mistake? My drawing skills are very good!

This is the truth. In order to become a more perfect scout, Ying Liu learned calligraphy and painting from famous masters in Yancheng. Not to mention that the famous masters are 100% authentic, but at least one portrait is not a problem.

Qingyan thought for a while: Then...that is, you misremembered the appearance?

Qingyan still couldn't believe that the Blood Rakshasa in the forbidden area would be the face in the portrait.

In fact, Ying Shisan was also surprised, but he has been with Ying Liu for many years, and he understands Ying Liu's ability better than anyone else. After seeing a person's appearance, it is difficult for ordinary people to close their eyes and recall it accurately. Shadow Six is ​​not the case, he has received special training, as long as he wants, he can remember any face he has seen.

Yuegou scratched his head: Why do I think he looks familiar?

Qingyan said: Nonsense! Of course it looks familiar! We have seen someone who looks similar to him, have you forgotten?

Oh. Yuegou didn't remember.

On the other hand, Patriarch Sikong who was at the side said in a daze: How could it be him?

Ying Liu heard his words, looked at Yan Jiuchao, and then at him: Patriarch Sikong, do you know this person?

Patriarch Sikong didn't rush to answer Ying Liu's words, but looked at Yan Jiuchao at the side: Jiu Chao, do you think he looks familiar?

Looks familiar. Yan Jiuchao said.

Grandma also looked familiar, but unlike the others present, he had not seen a person similar to Xue Luocha, but had seen a portrait of this person in the Library Pavilion of Sikong's house.

Patriarch Sikong stared at the portrait for a long while, then Fang sighed and said, If my guess is correct, he is the previous patriarch of the Sang family and also the patriarch of the Sang family, Sang Qiuhan.

When Qingyan and Yuegou strayed into the forbidden area of ​​the Sang family for the first time, they had seen Patriarch Sang and the saint after she changed her appearance. The reason why Yuegou and Qingyan felt familiar was because the Xue Luosha on the portrait was a little older, and he looked very much like him. Patriarch Sang whom I met that night.

Ying Liu and Ying Shisan turned back to the forbidden area this time, Ying Shisan also saw Patriarch Sang's face, but Ying Liu who was blocked by him did not see it, so Ying Liu did not know that his portrait collided with Patriarch Sang face.

As for Yan Jiuchao, he went to the Sang family openly and dealt with the head of the Sang family.

Yan Jiuchao's eyes fell on the portrait, thoughtful.

Ying Liu asked strangely: How did this happen? Did the Sang family turn their ancestor into a blood Rakshasa? No, no, according to Patriarch Sang, he did it voluntarily! This ancestor, is he crazy? ? Why did he turn himself into a human, a ghost? Isn’t it good to live well? Do you have to be a blood Rakshasa?”

I am afraid that only Patriarch Sikong can answer this question for everyone. Everyone looked at Patriarch Sikong, expecting him to answer their questions. Patriarch Sikong himself did not expect such a thing to happen to the Sang family.

The secret refining of the high-level Shura King is enough to make people dumbfounded, and then it was revealed that they raised Yin Gu and Blood Rakshasa. Patriarch Sikong felt that he had spent all his life's knowledge in the Sang family. Unexpectedly, the even more bizarre truth was exposed right now. ——The patriarch of the Sang family refined himself into a blood rakshasa!

But it’s not entirely true that there are no warning signs.

Patriarch Sikong remembered something that he heard from his father and the elders of the Sikong family when he was young: That happened when the ancestor was young. The ancestor was a martial idiot, and so was Sang Qiuhan. Both of them are The proud son of the family, but the Sang family at that time was not as powerful as it is now. Sang Qiuhan could only accompany the ancestor as a companion. But every time he makes a mistake, Sang Qiuhan will take it on his behalf.

Speaking of this, Patriarch Sikong cast his eyes on Yan Jiuchao: I heard that the royal family in the Central Plains is also like this.

Yan Jiuchao hummed.

The children of the royal family are precious, so how can there be any reason to be whipped and sticked? But it's not okay not to be punished, so there is the matter of being punished by accompanying readers.

Patriarch Sikong said: The old ancestor's companion is not only Sang Qiuhan, but he was punished the most on his behalf, nothing else, just because he is the one with the lowest status among them. I think this is buried in the early days. There is a little hidden danger.

Ying Liu groaned and said, Just because of this, he made himself into a blood Rakshasa?

Patriarch Sikong shook his head: It's all trivial matters. Sang Qiuhan has good qualifications. In that generation, except for the ancestor, almost no one can match him. You must know that everyone else has the backing of the family. Secretly invited the masters and started a small stove. Sang Qiuhan practiced it by himself. Gradually, he gained the respect of the masters. The masters taught him more and more martial arts, and the children of the aristocratic families became more and more powerful Not his opponent, but there is one person that he can never beat.

Patriarch Sikong? Ying Liu asked.

Patriarch Sikong nodded: Yes, as I said before, the ancestor is a martial idiot, and so is Sang Qiuhan. In terms of diligence, the ancestor is not as good as Sang Qiuhan, but sometimes, the gap in talent cannot be made up by hard work the day after tomorrow. Qiu Han has always refused to admit that he is inferior to others, he thinks that he has lost in resources, he is not the son of the Sikong family, so the masters still have reservations about him when they teach him.

Then... is there actually no reservation? Ying Liu asked again.

Of course I have reservations. Patriarch Sikong said.

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched, and they said they lost in resources?

The head of the Sikong family said: After all, you are not from the Sikong family. Some things cannot be easily passed on to the outside world. However, the ancestor has always been generous. When Sang Qiuhan told him that he just lost because of lack of good skills, the ancestor passed on the formula of longevity to him. he.

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched again, his old man is really... there is no way to describe it.

Patriarch Sikong continued: It's worth mentioning that the ancestor was still young at that time, he hadn't yet understood the formula of longevity, and he was only able to practice the first level, so Sang Qiuhan would lose to him, not because of the skills. Sang Qiuhan went back to practice the formula of longevity, and found that he couldn't practice it, so he suspected that the ancestor gave him a set of fake exercises. You know, even few direct disciples of my Sikong family can practice this set of exercises. Not to mention an outsider, the old ancestor made someone act as a donkey's liver and lungs with good intentions, and then Sang Qiuhan suffered internal injuries, and he even suspected that it was caused by the fake exercises that the old ancestor gave him. Since then, Sang Qiuhan has hated the old ancestor. up.

Sang Qiuhan practiced martial arts hard. His ancestor practiced for an hour, and he practiced for two or three hours. After a few years, Sang Qiuhan's martial arts has indeed improved a lot, but he is still not the ancestor's opponent. Sang Qiuhan Jealousy became a demon, sneaked into the Sikong family's library, and stole the Sikong family's top-secret exercises.

To be honest, I have never seen that set of exercises. The Sikong family has ancestral precepts, and all the children of the Sikong family cannot practice it. I used to wonder what that was, and now, I seem to understand a little bit. It was that set of exercises that turned Sang Qiuhan into a blood Rakshasa!

The culprit is the Sikong family... Qingyan raised his eyebrows.

Patriarch Sikong smiled wryly: Our Sikong family has kept it for many years, and we have always followed the ancestral precepts. No one has practiced it. Sang Qiuhan's own intentions are not righteous. Is this also the fault of our Sikong family?

Qingyan murmured: But your Sikong family always wants to forcefully marry the saint, and you are not a good bird!

Patriarch Sikong choked.

To be honest, the Sikong family in the past did marry many saintesses, but they can marry by force... only his grandfather is such an old fool, and his grandfather has indeed committed an unforgivable sin. , I'm sorry for the Lan family, but what's the use? People can't be resurrected after death, and everything can't go back.

We'll discuss the old issue later. Yan Jiuchao said calmly, Since Blood Rakshasa is the practice of the Sikong family, how can the Sikong family deal with it?

Not at all. Patriarch Sikong shook his head regretfully. Perhaps it was because the Blood Rakshasa was too powerful and unable to be suppressed that the ancestors did not allow future generations to practice it. The formula of longevity can restrain one or two, but... The patriarch of the family has become the Rakshasa King, I am afraid that even the formula of longevity will be helpless.

Yan Jiuchao's slender, jade-like fingertips tapped lightly on the table a few times: All things are born and restrained by each other, and the Blood Rakshasa must have its weaknesses.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Qingyan's mind: Don't we have a little Rakshasa here? Try it, won't you be able to find out the weakness of the Blood Rakshasa?

Ying Liudao: How to try?

A quarter of an hour later, Qingyan came over with a large pile of sharp and cold instruments of torture, and there were several large bottles of poison on top of the instruments of torture.

Ying Liu picked up an iron hook and a sharp dagger, and said incredulously, Is it too much to use these things to torture a child?

Qingyan didn't speak, and looked at Ying Shisan, who stared at him and said, It's not a child, it's an evil thing, and an evil thing has no humanity.

Little Luosha swung alone on the swing for a while, not daring to let Yan Jiuchao find out, before Yan Jiuchao returned to the yard, he flashed back to his room and tied himself up with black iron chains.

The two sleepy Shura kings woke up suddenly. Their first reaction was to go to see the little Rakshasa. Seeing that it was still there, they let out a long sigh of relief. Seeing that it was getting dark again, it was time for it to eat. He took out a bottle from his arms, poured a few blood pills and threw them on the ground, and then strode out.

It's time for them to eat too.

Little Raksha jumped off the stool tied with a black iron chain, and opened his small mouth to eat the blood pills on the ground. Suddenly, hahaha laughter came from the next yard, little Raksha was taken aback, broke free from the black iron chain and flashed out .

The little black eggs played all afternoon, and their stomachs growled with hunger.

Yu Wan asked the kitchen to prepare food. It was their favorite Fuyuanzi. Although it was not as authentic as Nanzhao, it was exquisitely made, and the little black eggs liked it very much.

I want two bowls! Xiaobao said.

I want three bowls! Er Bao said.

I want four bowls! Dabao said in his heart.

It's two bowls. Yu Wan corrected Xiao Bao angrily and amusingly, and glanced at the little guys, We still have dinner in a while, don't eat too much.

After finishing speaking, she filled a small bowl for each of the three little black eggs, took a small wooden spoon and put them in, and said softly: It's just out of the pan, be careful of being hot.

The stool was a bit high, and the three little black eggs finally climbed up after a long while of clumsy crawling. Then, the three of them sat down in a row, grabbed the small wooden spoons, and whirled while stirring.

Little Raksha stood outside the door, stuck out his small head, opened his blood-red eyes, and stared at the three little black eggs... the bowl in his hand without blinking.

Xiao Bao couldn't bear his temper the most, scooped up a small spoon, brought it to his mouth impatiently, blew twice, and then stuffed it into his mouth in one gulp.

So hot, so hot!

huh~

Little Raksha opened his mouth.

Erbao also took a spoonful: Mother, blow.

Yu Wan blew twice lovingly, then touched his head: Okay, it's not hot anymore.

Yeah! Erbao nodded, and fed a spoonful of delicious Fuyuanzi into his mouth, it was so delicious that his eyes narrowed.

This bowl of Fuyuanzi is nothing more than a teeth-beating sacrifice for the appetite of the three little black eggs. The three of them finished eating quickly. Yu Wan was cleaning up the herbs in the backyard, and the three of them jumped down to the ground to find their mother. Dear.

There was no one in the room, so little Luocha swished in and landed firmly on the chair.

It paused, thought of something, jumped down again, and climbed up clumsily, following the example of the little black eggs.

It sat down, picked up a small wooden spoon that the little black eggs had eaten, scooped it from the empty bowl, and brought it to its mouth, huh~

It scooped it up again, sent it to the side, and waited for a while, as if someone had called for it. It nodded, then fed the empty spoon to its mouth, tilted its head, and pretended to eat.