Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 10 Nine Lives and One Death: Heart Disease

But one day, Wu Meng suddenly found that his observation of medicinal materials seemed to be more acute.

The medicinal properties of each medicinal material are like colorful colors, turning into different pheromones and flooding into the mind.

The weight of the medicinal properties, the tonality of the combination, and the evolution of the fit are all clearly presented in the mind, leaving nothing to hide.

This is a completely different feeling from a breakthrough in martial arts.

It's indescribable and unintuitive, but it's wonderful.

Although there is still a long way to go before perfection or even the Yin-Yang realm, Wu Meng's sense of anticipation is getting stronger.

What mysterious changes should the cathode or the anode of the medicine meridian break through evolve into!

Time continues to fly.

One day three months later, Meng Xiaolei entered the medicine hall with bruises all over his body, followed by an acquaintance.

"Brother Meng, I didn't know how to go back and take a look for more than half a year!" The old housekeeper sounded a bit reproachful and placed a letter on the table.

Wu Meng rubbed his head and smiled: "I was so focused on studying that I forgot about time."

"It's okay, I just said casually. Who in the house doesn't know that you have such a temper. This is a letter from the second prince to you. It just arrived today."

Wu Meng poured tea for the old housekeeper, who rested for a while and then left.

Wu Meng was about to open the letter.

"I didn't expect that Brother Wu is the second prince's son! It's my fault that my eyesight is clumsy. My appearance has been spread in the palace five years ago."

Meng Xiaolei looked excited and curious.

In the past six months, Wu Meng rescued him several times, and his title changed from Little Doctor to Little Brother Wu.

He admired Wu Meng from the bottom of his heart, but also had a vague fear that could not be explained.

It's just a pity that this little brother Wu doesn't seem to have much skill, and he doesn't have any foundation for his usual wide robes and long sleeves.

Wu Meng didn't even raise his head: "Didn't your mouth get torn apart this time?"

"Hehe, that's right! Brother Wu is right. If you have any questions, beat him down first and ask later."

Wu Meng's eyelids twitched and she recited Amitabha in her heart.

That was an unintentional remark. Who would want to be listened to and taken as a standard by this guy?

First beat the person down, and then keep asking, "How old is your mother?" Are you married or not? ’

Wu Meng shuddered even thinking about this scene.

"You understand this by yourself, so what's wrong with me?"

"Brother Wu said yes, but I'm about to die. Can you help me with treatment first?" There was a pool of blood under Meng Xiaolei's crotch.

"Sleep against the wall for a while, I want to read the letter."

Meng Xiaolei sat leaning against the wall skillfully. He was about to close his eyes and hear the words before opening them again: "What did the letter say?"

"..."

"My brother Wu Meng:

Seeing each other is like seeing each other face to face. Half a year has passed since they were separated, and it seems like it has been a long time. Mo Pingshang and I had an uncertain return date, so we sent letters from afar to tell you about the wonderful things..."

The letter stretched for several pages, and the handwriting was clear and strong, smooth but not wanton.

It can be seen that Xiao Minghuang's journey in the world is quite pleasant.

The letter mainly said three interesting things.

First, on the way south, I made friends with top-notch experts, sailed, drank, and talked about competitions;

The second is that the two of them concealed their names, dressed up as knights, performed chivalrous acts of justice, and wiped out the den of thieves.

The third one is about the names of the two people in the world. Song Moping was nicknamed Fu Crucian, which means the person who overturned the rivers and seas, while Xiao Minghuang was nicknamed Ming Huangxian. There is no explanation in the letter.

At the end of the letter, the next goal of the two people was described, which seemed to be the Heroes Meeting to be held in Jiangnan next year.

It is said that this is a large-scale martial arts meeting where warriors become famous and show off their skills.

Not only that, according to the letter, there seems to be fairy legends such as fairy jelly, jade dew, and Hongmeng aura circulating in the martial arts this year.

It may be related to Yinghaohui, and it will also be the target of the two's next investigation.

The corners of Wu Meng's mouth turned up at some point.

After reading the last few words, he put down the letter and felt emotional.

The two of them had a smooth and wonderful journey in the world of martial arts, and they even made a name for themselves.

Although they are still relatively unknown, maybe after the heroes meet next year, their names will be spread all over the world as traveling merchants and storytellers.

Wu Meng was happy for the two of them from the bottom of his heart.

On the other hand, this was the first time he heard about the fairy tale. Are there really immortals in this world?

Wu Meng had thought about this question for a long time, but unfortunately the answer was meaningless to him now.

Let's wait and see what the outcome of this rumor will be.

After putting away the letter, he remembered that there was Meng Xiaolei.

Looking up, Wu Meng was shocked.

The man's head drooped limply, as motionless as a dead man.

He's not really dead, is he?

"Wake up, look for Jia Yue."

"Ah! Jiayue? Hey, you can't fool me. How could Jiayue come to see me?"

Meng Xiaolei woke up first, looked around cautiously and expectantly, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

Wu Meng felt relieved when he saw the other party's utter dog-licking look.

Although he was already a regular customer, Wu Meng neither knew nor was curious about who Jia Yue was.

He only treats people and treats them.

"Brother Wu, I'm so tired..."

"Keep your mouth shut and you won't be so tired."

"Hey... you don't understand... how beautiful Jia Yue's smile is!"

Wu Meng ignored him.

After taking the medicine, Meng Xiaolei limped out of the door.

Two months have flown by.

Before I knew it, it was the middle of winter.

On a snowy night, there was a sudden heavy knock on the door of Daocang Pavilion.

Very few customers came to the door at night, probably because Wang Shisong didn't know how to open the door.

But Wu Meng would still look at the situation to some extent.

"Brother Wu...help..."

Hearing this familiar voice, Wu Meng leaned towards the crack of the door and saw that Meng Xiaolei's face was blue and he had no strength to even knock on the door.

Seeing no one around, he opened the door and carried the guy into the front hall.

As soon as he made contact, he realized something was wrong.

The guy was panting violently from his chest, like a broken bellows that was leaking air from all sides even though it was being pumped hard.

This is a sign of a penetrating injury to the chest.

Putting it down, Wu Meng pulled open the blood-soaked skirt and his pupils shrank slightly.

I saw that half of Meng Xiaolei's chest was occupied by a huge gap, the kind that could be seen from the front to the back. Not only that, the heart and lungs were in a semi-broken state, and a large amount of blood gushes out with every beat.

"How could it be so injured? Hold on, I'll call the teacher." Wu Meng frowned.

He is not a Buddha who can penetrate people's hearts and save them again.

Just as he was about to stand up, his arm was grabbed.

Meng Xiaolei shook his head and grinned with a bloody smile: "Brother Wu, do you know?"

"You're still asking at this time."

Meng Xiaolei shook his head: "Although I cry for help every time, in fact I have already been dead... The reason why I came here is because they all said that Dr. Wang can cure heart wounds... cough..."

He coughed up some blood.

"You are a disciple of Chuanxin Buddha, so you should be able to cure it, right?"

"I'm not good at studying..."

As Wu Meng spoke, her voice gradually became quieter.

Meng Xiaolei's palm slipped away.

(End of this chapter)