Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2529 Seizing Luck

Ying Baoyue was very surprised, but her attention was first attracted by the people around the Azure Dragon God.

The middle-aged man in linen clothes had been staring at her since he stepped over the threshold.

The Azure Dragon God frowned and asked, "I asked you to treat a disease. What are you treating?"

"Look, listen, ask and feel. Looking is the first step," the middle-aged man smiled. His realm was not high, but he seemed to be unaffected by the pressure from the Azure Dragon God and was not afraid at all.

Ying Baoyue took a deep breath and said, "Long time no see, Huayan."

"Song Zhai didn't lie to me," the doctor named Hua Yan put down the medicine box, walked to Ying Baoyue's bedside, looked around her, and exclaimed in amazement, "It really is a possession."

Ying Baoyue smiled bitterly, "You are only at level 10, what can you see?"

I haven't seen him for almost ten years, but this person's realm has not changed at all.

She was eight years old when she met this sloppy-looking man.

At that time, she and her master were still often hunted by practitioners. Once, she and her master were separated, and she fled into the dense forest alone. While collecting herbs to heal her wounds, she met an eccentric quack doctor who was collecting herbs with a medicine basket on his back.

That man is Huayan.

Huayan's ancestors have been practicing medicine for generations. His grandfather failed to cure the crown prince, which brought disaster to the Hua family. Huayan survived as a posthumous child. He taught himself by reading the medical books left by his ancestors and became a traveling doctor.

After becoming famous, he was asked by kings of many countries to enter the palace as an imperial physician, but he insisted on refusing and ran away to live in seclusion in the dense forest alone. Later, he almost disappeared and was difficult to find.

In her previous life, when writing the "Pharmacopoeia", Ying Baoyue once consulted Huayan for advice, but when she proposed that Huayan also write a few volumes, the man ran away overnight.

She hadn't seen him since.

She originally thought that no one in the world would be able to find him.

"Song Zhai is indeed very powerful," Ying Baoyue looked at the man in front of him who looked much older but still had bright eyes, "He was able to find you back."

Huayan looked at her, and his wrinkled eyes narrowed in smile.

"It's not that Prince Yuyang has great magical powers," the man turned around and opened the medicine box he brought with him, and took out a cloth bag full of silver needles from it, "If I don't want to be found, no one can find me."

"No more nonsense, let's start with the acupuncture. Stretch out your hand."

After saying that, the man picked up a silver needle and was about to prick Ying Baoyue's fingertip.

The Azure Dragon God frowned, "Why don't you take my pulse first?"

Where did Song Zhai find this quack doctor?

Ying Baoyue was about to hand her hand to Huayan, but when they heard this, they looked at each other.

"Come to think of it, who is this person to you?" Hua Yan frowned, looking even more unhappy than the Azure Dragon God. "I don't like people around when I'm seeing patients. Get out."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Baoyue's heart trembled.

The Azure Dragon God looked at him expressionlessly, and the atmosphere in the room dropped to freezing point.

Even Ms. Yao, who was twisting her handkerchief at the side, noticed something was wrong and curled up into a ball.

Huayan's bones creaked, but he stared back with the silver needle in his hand, "What? You want to stay here? Then why don't you come to see me?"

With a click, Ying Baoyue heard the crisp sound of floor tiles on the ground.

Then the Azure Dragon God turned around and walked out coldly.

With a bang, the door closed.

Huayan yawned, turned around, grabbed Ying Baoyue's middle finger, inserted a silver needle, twisted it slightly, and closed his eyes.

Ying Baoyue knew that this was his unique way of diagnosis. It was not that he did not take the pulse, but he used this method to check the meridians of the practitioner.

After the injection, Huayan took back the silver needle and yawned again.

"how?"

Ying Baoyue asked.

"What else can I say? To put it nicely, it's just a loss of energy and blood." Ying Baoyue smiled bitterly, "How about a less nice way to put it?"

Huayan glanced at her and said, "It's a mess."

"Cold poison, sword wounds, curse, broken meridians..." The man counted on his fingers, "How did you survive? Did you become a god?"

Ying Baoyue smiled bitterly, "Maybe it's because my realm is high enough? After all, I have recovered to the second level now."

"The wounds on the body of high-level practitioners can be healed, but the damage to the internal meridians is not that simple," Hua Yan's eyes turned cold. "I don't know if you met some noble person or took some magical medicine, but your meridians can actually heal, but the effect of the medicine is almost exhausted."

"My suggestion is, if you can still find the elixir you took before, then take more. If you can't find it, then practice in seclusion for three years to heal your wounds, or just take a gamble and ascend to a human god."

Ying Baoyue was a little surprised. The first two suggestions were not surprising, as she could have thought of them, but the last one was strange.

Even though she was so weak, this person was the only one who suggested that she break through.

"Can I still break through? How?"

"You have to ask yourself that," Hua Yan shrugged. "I haven't even reached the ninth level in my life, so how can I know how to become a human god?"

"It's just that in my last life, when I took your master's pulse, her meridians were strong enough to withstand the old injuries in your body. The recovery ability of human gods is extraordinary, almost indestructible, so powerful that even medical skills cannot explain it."

As a human being, we are on par with gods.

"I can hardly imagine what could possibly defeat her."

Ying Baoyue fell silent.

Such a powerful and almost invulnerable master died at the Great Wall of Eternal Night in his previous life.

"However," Hua Yan changed the subject, "given your current physical condition, if you force a breakthrough, the chance of success is probably only 10%."

With a click, there seemed to be a sound of something breaking outside the house.

Ying Baoyue was stunned and looked out the window.

Hua Yan laughed and said, "If Qiong Hua heard me suggesting this to you, she would probably expel me from Zhong Tang."

"Is there any other way?" Ying Baoyue retracted his gaze, "The curse in my body should have been lifted."

"Yes, it has been solved, thanks to your successful promotion to Level 2," Hua Yan said, "but the curse has been buried in your body for too long, and a large amount of cold poison has accumulated in your body."

"Cold poison?"

Although Ying Baoyue himself had noticed something, it was still a little hard for him to believe that he had been guessed by others.

She took a deep breath and said, "In my previous life, I was a natural fire mage."

In this life, a large amount of cold poison had accumulated in her body, which could not be eliminated even after the curse was broken.

  Who could have thought that she would have such a day?

The man frowned. "Did your original body get buried underground?"

Ying Baoyue was stunned, "How did you know?"

The mausoleum is indeed underground.

Huayan looked serious, "Is there a place with a lot of mercury?"

The hairs on Ying Baoyue's back stood up, "That's right."

Hua Yan took a deep breath and glanced at Ying Baoyue. "Baoyue, you should have guessed it, right? Why did your body become like this?"

Ying Baoyue clenched his fists and lowered his head in silence, "Sacrifice?"

"Or rather, the core of the ritual."

Hua Yan looked deeply into Ying Baoyue's eyes and said, "Your luck has been taken away by someone."

Mercury is the coldest substance in the world.

In order to take away Lin Baoyue's natural luck, some people soaked her body in cold poison, and even after her death, they continued to take away the most important things from her.