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Chapter 141 140. Zifu Qi-gazing, Chudu Medical Clinic (7.2K words - long chapter, please subscribe)
A thought is but a moment; it is born and dies immediately; how can it last long?

But as the residual soul of Zhang Han entered his mind, the thought not only escaped his search, but also persisted to this day?

The four words "late Purple Mansion stage" suddenly emerged from Song Yan's heart.

Through the "Ghost Infant Sutra" and the information left in Zhang Han's residual soul, Song Yan still has a certain understanding of the late stage of Purple Mansion.

"I think" is the characteristic of the late stage of Zifu.

This is an extremely special thought, and the so-called clone in the late Purple Mansion period comes from this.

As soon as the thought entered the body of a mortal, it forcefully suppressed that person's soul and spirit, and then took the dominant position, as if taking over the body.

However, this method of "taking over another's body with one thought" can only be used against Lian Xuan and the beings under him, and if Xuan Xin is not sitting upright, the consumption will be quite large, and it will be a continuous consumption.

As for separating from the individual, wandering freely outside, being immortal for thousands of years, containing information, and serving as the key to the secret realm, that is also impossible to do. Therefore, the idea of ​​the Zerg in Madam Ling's mind is at least at the Divine Infant Realm.

In addition, "I think" can naturally serve as a way of communication because of its independence and continuity.

However, this kind of connection can only be used against beings at the Crimson Palace and above. For those at a lower level, it is called "possession".

Jiang Gong was affected by "my thoughts", and what was in her mind could even be spied on to a certain extent.

Zifu received the "my thoughts", but because its own thoughts were already strong, it could not be spied on. However, if one is more careful, one can "imprison" the "my thoughts" through one's own thoughts.

There is no doubt that the "I" in Zhang Han's mind was "imprisoned" by him over and over again, and hidden very deeply, otherwise it would not have been discovered by Song Yan.

at this time
Song Yan suppressed his pounding heart and the desire to respond quickly, and quickly organized his thoughts. After all, the next sentence might determine the environment he would face in the future.

Is it good or bad? Is it life or death? Is it a promising future or poverty? Sometimes, isn't it just in one sentence?
Some fragments of memory about Zhang Han flashed through his mind again. These fragments were all obtained from the remnant soul.

In the snowy land, with a fiendish heart, a fox demon came from afar and bowed from afar.
Zhang Han sat in the center of the evil spirit, and the red evil spirits around him whistled and swirled, covering his face.
After a brief exchange of words and my thoughts, Zhang Han realized that he was no match for his opponent.
Then, Zhang Han accepted the task.

"So, the other party didn't see Zhang Han's appearance."

'Just like the communication between the Purple Mansion Realm Patriarch and Madam Ling, the two-headed blue man-eating insect, they confirmed each other through thoughts, not anything else.'

'If that's the case, Madam Ling can pretend to be Grandma Zhu, why can't I pretend to be Zhang Han?'

Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart immediately tightened again.

"What if it's a fraud?"

"What if the other party doesn't know where I am and is trying to trick me out?"

'Or maybe the other party doesn't know whether I'm dead or not, so he's testing me?'

'So should I respond or not?'

As Song Yan was thinking, a new voice came to his mind regarding that strange thought.

The voice was filled with increasing impatience and a hint of contempt.

“After all, in a small place, you don’t know much.

You are in the east now, right?
Um, the direction of the sea, the edge of the deep sea."

When Song Yan heard this information, he almost exploded like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

An indescribable feeling of powerlessness arose from the bottom of his heart, almost making him stop breathing.

It was a kind of oppression and contempt from the upper class for a poor boy like him who had just entered the Purple Mansion and was penniless, and was controlled by an “old-fashioned Purple Mansion, a powerful race, rich heritage, and endless trump cards”.

However, he still did not respond.

If you have the guts, keep going.

Sure enough, since the owner of the voice wanted to use him, he continued to speak.

"There is a treasure in the Purple Mansion Realm called the Qi-Seeking Pearl. This pearl can distinguish the aura above the Crimson Palace. Those below the Crimson Palace are white, and those above the Crimson Palace are red. In addition, it can also distinguish the aura of race to a certain extent.

This thing is not very useful in Shanhai Country, because the aura of the strong is everywhere, muddled and mixed together, like a sky full of red clouds, at most it can be used in a small area to prevent the invasion of the ancient tribe. But the ancient tribe has some methods to crack and interfere, in short, it is useless.

However, it is very useful in a small place like Jin State.

You said that if a red cloud suddenly appeared in a place where mortals live, would it be conspicuous?
You said that in the East China Sea, a place forbidden to mortals and where a group of sea beasts live, suddenly there is a human breath, and it is a red cloud. Isn't it conspicuous?
You are lucky that no sea monster has ever paid attention to you. Otherwise, if you were targeted, you would be in trouble."

Song Yan:.
Purple Mansion Realm Wangqi Pearl?

Can you observe the aura above the Crimson Palace?

Can you distinguish the aura of humans and monsters?
No wonder Grandma Hong and General Gu were so determined that "once Zifu arrives, he won't be able to hide at all."

That's what happened.

Who can hide this?
If he continued to hide in an unknown place like Master Li, he would be found out in a minute.

Song Yan sighed softly and smiled a self-deprecating and bitter smile.

At the same time, the edge of the deep sea, which was originally safe in his eyes, was no longer so safe.

Maybe he had already been targeted by the Siren, but the Siren had no manpower to deal with him, or maybe he had not yet entered the Siren's "killing range".

After all, he is in the Purple Mansion realm and is not so easy to kill.

But then again, if the sea monster knew that he was a "Purple Mansion Realm person with nothing in his hands, no treasures, and no background", I wonder if he would come to kill him immediately.
Just then, the sound continued.

"No response yet?
I gave you a chance but you didn't want it. If I really want to find you out, the conditions will have to change."

Song Yanchang sighed and replied, "I failed. That guy had too many hidden cards. He also learned the method of visualizing the sea of ​​suffering from somewhere and dragged me into it. Then he blocked the door with the ice hell bracelet and wanted to die with me. If I hadn't escaped at the last moment, I would have died."

"Ice Hell Bracelet? Tsk, a mere Horcrux. Your small place really doesn't have anything you need." The voice was a little sarcastic, and then said, "Don't worry, there are still very few Purple Mansion Realm cultivators, and there are not many Purple Mansion Realm ghost cultivators. Since you can achieve this realm, you are also a local genius."

"It's just a Horcrux. This Ice Hell Bracelet is a treasure in my Three Kingdoms!"

"Hahaha"

"Sir, today I know that I, Zhang Han, am just a frog at the bottom of a well. I have never seen the outside world. I have wasted hundreds of years without knowing the immensity of the world. Alas."

"Okay, Zhang Han, work hard for me from now on, and I won't treat you unfairly.

My name is Master Yingti. I will be waiting for you at the entrance of the Lonely Smoke Wasteland for a month.

Come on, hehehehe"

The voice suddenly changed and became shrill, like a baby crying.

The crying of a baby, coupled with the name "Master of the Crying Baby", should have been quite funny, but Song Yan couldn't laugh at all. All he could feel was a chill and horror.

He once heard Grandma Fox and Grandma Red say: The more deeply a multi-tailed fox practices, the more tails they have, the more their voices sound like babies, and the more they like to eat humans.

One month later.
A figure in a black robe and wearing a silver mask appeared in the lonely smoke wilderness.

Sitting on a large rock in the wasteland was a red fox demon with its legs crossed, its six tails held high and its eyes pointed. In front of it was a pot bubbling with bubbles, and human limbs and heads were cooking inside.

The limbs had obviously been fried in oil, and the surface was still golden and crispy.

"Greetings, Master."

Song Yan bowed.

The red fox demon raised its mouth, revealing its dense fangs. It squinted at the visitor and said, "Take off the mask."

Song Yan took it off, revealing his face which was destroyed by sword energy.

These sword energies were all used by the Sword Demon Dragon himself. Although it was destroyed now, it was still quite easy for a Purple Mansion Realm cultivator to restore his face.

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Master." Song Yan sighed softly, his eyes showing a look of reminiscence, and then he said with emotion, "He was really a cunning boy, I was careless. The reason why I keep this scar on my face is to remind myself all the time that even when facing a weaker opponent, I must not be careless."

After saying this, he suddenly pulled his clothes, revealing several tiny sword wounds on his body.

And in the sword wound, one could vaguely see the evil spirit flowing, as if it were red thread weaving a piece of clothing, which was the mark of a powerful ghost cultivator.

Master Yingti raised his chin slightly, squinted his eyes and looked at those red lines of evil spirits, and said: "To be able to challenge this level, Song Yan is really an old ghost who has been reborn.

It was a blessing in disguise for you. This battle has consolidated your realm, right?"

"Yes." Song Yan put on his clothes again.

Master Yingti put his hands into the boiling water, grabbed a human hand and started chewing it. He licked his tongue while eating, making a high-pitched nasal hum like a baby's voice, and said, "The food of the people in this small place still has the smell of soil on it. It is very fresh. I want to eat it again after eating it once. I have asked the Puppet Sect to provide me with 3,000 people every year, so this trip is not in vain."

As it said this, it rolled its eyes and looked at Song Yan.

Song Yan looked into the pot and suddenly saw a head turned over by the boiling water.

If that head isn’t Ma Zhao, the second prince of Jin, then who else could that be?
Sure enough, someone who had a close connection with Song Yan, was close to the north, and was still alive and kicking, would never escape being tortured and killed.

However, he looked indifferent, neither sad nor happy.

"Would you like to eat something together?" Master Yingti said with a grin.

Song Yan gave an embarrassed and bitter smile.

While Master Yingti was talking, he had already finished eating one hand. He wiped his paw slightly, wiped the air, and threw out a storage bag.

Song Yan took it hurriedly.

Master Yingti said: "It is all in the Great Chu Map, the Vision Bead, the Soul Threshold Guidance, and the Mountain and Sea Travel Order.

Go to the State of Chu, capture that kid named Tang Fan alive, and bring him to the King of Hell's Soul Threshold to meet me.

The time limit is five years. In the winter of five years, you must appear at the entrance of the King’s Soul Threshold.

By the way, Tang Fan’s potential should be about the same as Song Yan’s. He failed once, but he won’t fail again, right? "

Song Yan said: "I wonder if there is a Purple Mansion Realm in Da Chu?"

Master Yingti said, "If there is, I would not let you go there. You cannot leave the Purple Mansion if your Xuanxin is not yet complete."

"Yes."

Song Yan respectfully accepted the storage bag, scanned it briefly, and confirmed that the route of Chu State was to the north to the Lonely Smoke Wasteland, pass the outskirts of the Multi-tailed Fox Clan, and then go west. After confirming, he was not in a hurry to leave as if escaping for his life, but complained: "Master, I am only a small purple mansion. Apart from the killing thought attack, I really don't have any treasures that can be used. My means are very simple.

If I hadn’t been afraid of hurting Song Yan before, and hadn’t been so timid, it wouldn’t have ended like this.”

Master Yingti said, "You haven't done anything yet, but you already know how to ask for benefits first."

It grabbed from the void, and then threw out two ropes made of unknown tendons, saying: "This is the blood-trapping rope.

As long as they are suppressed and tied up, the blood in the Crimson Palace will be frozen and unusable, and can be easily taken away afterwards.

But this rope itself cannot withstand a blow from a Crimson Palace monk, so it must be used after suppressing him."

Song Yan took it, thanked him repeatedly, and then said respectfully, "There is no time to lose, I will leave now."

Master Yingti waved his hand and said, "Remember to report the progress to me and don't pretend to be missing again."

"Yes." Song Yan responded, then saluted and flew north.

Master Yingti looked at his back, narrowed his eyes, scratched his chin with his fox paw, and then shook his head.

It doesn’t know whether Song Yan is a ghost cultivator, but he is definitely not a Zifu.

The only person who could reach the initial stage of Purple Mansion could only be Zhang Han.

After stopping thinking, it focused on eating the food.

Two years later.
Autumn.

The imperial city of Chu.

The luxurious life and the bright lights and nightlife by the river.

The young ladies in colorful clothes, all with the scent of rouge on their bodies, raised their soft little hands and waved and called out to the passers-by who liked them, "Sir, come on, let's play, it's fun."

The signboard of Hongxiang Tower is one of the most famous in the imperial city. It is dusk now, and although the autumn scenery is bleak, it is the time when the red-light district begins to become lively.

A small pharmacy on the side of Hongxianglou finally began to welcome customers.

Hangover medicine, body-strengthening medicine, and miscarriage prevention medicine are the best-selling medicines.

Of course, this small pharmacy called "Changchuntang" has more than just these medicines, but as a new store with little fame, there are naturally no regular customers coming to support the business.

What's more, the owner of Changchuntang is a young man with ordinary looks, so even fewer people come.

As some old people say, if you don't have much hair on your lips, you won't be able to do things well.

The young boss was of course anxious. He lowered the price of medicine and boasted, but after he successfully messed up the conditions of several patients, causing them to take a lot of medicine, and although their conditions did not worsen, they did not get better either, fewer people went there. Just a few days ago, the third grandmother of the Qin family in the imperial capital threw the medicine package he prescribed at the door of the store and angrily called him "a damn quack doctor", and Changchun Hall became even more deserted.

Fortunately, the young boss had some crooked tricks and started launching some special medicines targeting Hong Xiang Lou, which allowed the pharmacy to remain open.

The young boss was also disheartened, and he only hired a rough and simple boy who knew a little about medicine to help him sell medicine. He didn't even do the job of consulting patients, as if he had given up everything.

Fortunately, this young boss is still popular.

Because he was young and had an ordinary appearance, his youth and the title of a doctor were enough to attract the young ladies from Tianxiang Tower next door.

At this time, the young boss sighed again and walked out of Changchun Hall. The waiter behind him shouted, "Doctor Li, business is good today. Tianxianglou just opened and we sold six doses of medicine!"

Song Yan patted his forehead, his eyes full of regret, muttering: "If I had known, I should have studied for a few more years. Now all my money is stuck here. What should I do? I'm really worried about it."

As a master who has been hiding for many years, Song Yan is naturally well versed in the "art of hiding from the world".

Mediocrity, some minor flaws, some unattainable suffering, are the best means to blend in with the masses.

A miracle doctor won’t work; a high price with a splashy slogan like “only sees three people a day” won’t work; an ordinary doctor still won’t work, because ordinary means he will be very busy.

How can he find Tang Fan if he is busy?
The Qi-Seeing Bead can only locate an area, but cannot accurately lock onto a target, so he can only look for it here.

Fortunately, Tang Fan was obviously unaware that there was such a treasure as the "Qi-Seeing Pearl" in the world. At this moment, he should be hiding in the most prosperous capital of the Great Chu, with the idea of ​​"hiding in the city or in the court".

However, there are some small differences between Da Chu and the Three Kingdoms.

The mysterious veins of the Three Kingdoms were either in deep mountains and old forests or in rivers, seas and lakes, while the mysterious veins of the Great Chu were under the imperial capital.

This makes the trouble even worse.

Because there are not only a lot of people here, but also a sect. The scale of that sect is roughly the same as that of Nanwu Jianmen, and is not as large as that of Puppet Sect.

If he wants to kill an entire family, it won't be a problem.

The Purple Mansion Realm is simply not something that low-level cultivators can consume to death.

If he really wants to take action, he can basically kill a great elder with just one thought, and killing him is easier than killing a chicken.

However, making a lot of noise but getting nothing done, or making a big fuss but accomplishing nothing, is not his method.

He waited and observed patiently.

Shopping, going into the mountains, giving up on himself, and thinking of all sorts of ways to save Changchun Hall can allow him to travel as many roads as possible.

The title of quack doctor can buy him enough time.

Doctor, then he can enter many places.

And if he encounters Hong Yun leaving the city, he can follow him to take a look. After all, there are only about ten monks from the Crimson Palace in the entire Da Chu Imperial City, including a fox and a wolf sent by the Fox and Wolf tribes.

The fox and the wolf were just as frantically infiltrating the Great Chu Imperial City as they had done when they first captured him. However, due to the existence of a sect here and the urgency of the destruction, the fox and wolf tribes were more restrained and did not eat people in the streets as Grandma Fox, Grandma Hong, and General Gu did.

However, he knew where the fox was, but the fox didn't know him.

The fox and the wolf only knew that the tribe had sent a powerful person from the Purple Mansion, but they didn't know where the powerful person was.

At this time, Song Yan also understood why Master Yingti did not come by himself.

It's really too far. It takes a year just to travel there, and that's the distance from Jin to Chu.

Wouldn't it be better to use this time to practice?

After he came here, he spent a year confirming that the terrain of Da Chu was similar to that of Jin State, just like an isolated small pit suppressed in the soil by the Mountain and Sea Monster State, and he could no longer escape from here. Moreover, after seeing the "Wangqi Pearl" and understanding the existence of sea monsters, he temporarily restrained his thoughts of running around. During this year, he also established Changchun Hall.

At this moment, he also felt an indescribable sense of drama in his heart, it was a feeling of turning from a "mouse" into a "cat". As for the rest, he could only adhere to the idea of ​​"I would rather my friend die than let myself die".

He gave himself a year and a half to rush from here to the King's Soul Threshold, which means he will continue to stay in the Great Chu Capital for another year and a half.

If after a year he still has no news about Tang Fan, he will start killing the monks of the Crimson Palace of the Great Chu Sect.

After killing them all, the remaining red cloud is Tang Fan.

At that time, he will show up briefly and demonstrate the power of the Purple Mansion Realm.

Tang Fan would definitely take the opportunity to escape.

He can catch it if it runs.

Song Yan was quite confident about "running away".

If it were him, without knowing the existence of the "Qi-Seeing Pearl", if he saw that the Purple Mansion Realm who came to capture him was in the city where he was hiding, he would definitely find a chance to escape.

As he was thinking, he suddenly heard a "meow" sound coming from not far away.

Song Yan looked down and saw a pitiful calico cat huddled in the corner, wagging its tail, looking at him expectantly.

When he moved, the calico cat shrank back.

But when it realized that he was not approaching, the calico cat ran back and looked at him expectantly.

At this moment, a faint fragrance suddenly came from behind him.

The fragrance was not light, but rather vulgar, and was obviously not a rare commodity in the Chu Emperor City.

He turned his head slightly and saw a young lady running towards him with her sleeves covered. She then squatted beside the calico cat, reached her hand out of her sleeve and opened a small bag containing food.

This opening was like a cat's nest being blown up.

Behind the calico cat, a bunch of cats ran out meowing, some of which were only three or four months old.

The cats gathered around the small bag and began to eat.

Only then did Song Yan realize that the calico cat was not looking forward to him, but to this kind man.

The young lady then realized that there was someone else next to her. She looked up and saw the young man's face. She exclaimed, "Doctor Li!"

Song Yan scratched his head in embarrassment.

He recognized the young lady.

This young lady's name is Shuangyun. She is a prostitute in Hongxiang Tower. The price is quite cheap. Ten taels of silver for a table of wine and food and a night with her. Three taels of silver for sleeping alone without a table of wine and food. This is really cheap in Tianxiang Tower in Chuhuang City.

He slept.

“It’s frost cloud.”

"Doctor Li"

The two looked at each other speechlessly.

Song Yan broke the silence and asked with a smile, "Feed the cat?"

Shuangyun said with a bitter face: "Don't let grandma know."

The grandma she was talking about was the madam of Tianxianglou.

After she finished speaking, her eyes lit up again, and she said, "Next time Doctor Li comes, I will accompany you wholeheartedly. I will not lie still, and I will make sure you are comfortable."

Song Yan said: "Why feed the cat?"

Shuangyun said, "It's pitiful. In the middle of winter, there are kittens that have only been born for a short time. If no one feeds them, they will die. But even if they are fed, they may still freeze to death."

As she spoke, her expression became a little sad, and then she added: "These foods are leftovers from the guests. Even if they are not given to the cats, they will be thrown away."

Song Yan nodded gently, then squatted down and tried to touch the cat's head, but Sanhua gave him a fierce look and he withdrew his hand.

Shuangyun was stunned for a moment, then squatted down as well.

She raised her hand and touched them, and both the calico and the other kittens let her touch their heads obediently.

Song Yan took a deep breath and showed a real smile that he hadn't seen in a long time.

The market is very dirty, but there are clean places.

Suddenly, he ran away, ran to Changchun Hall, got some food for lunch, returned quickly, and then sat next to the cat in front of Frost Cloud's surprised look.

Shuangyun was surprised and said, "You you."

Song Yan said: "I feed the cat too."

Shuangyun was stunned for a while, then smiled and said, "Doctor Li is really kind."

Song Yan sighed and said, "He's just a damn quack."

Shuangyun chuckled when he heard him teasing himself, and then said, "Quacks are also doctors, much better than us."

The two chatted idly and watched the cat eat.

Time passed quickly. Seeing that Hongxianglou was busy, Shuangyun hurriedly ran back holding her skirt.

Song Yan stood up, and the Sanhua that he had disliked before actually came over, wagging its tail, meowing and rubbing gently on his legs.

He stretched his arms comfortably, then ran away. After walking for a while, he arrived in front of "Wang's Butcher Shop".

When the butcher saw him, he said, "Hey, Doctor Li is here."

Song Yan smiled and said, "Can you save the pig skin for me today?"

The waiter smiled and said, "I know that Dr. Li likes to eat jelly, so I'll save this for you."

The two men exchanged money and goods. Song Yan was generous and the other party was willing to keep the pig skin for him.

Song Yan took the pig skin, returned to Changchun Hall, closed the door, and began to make the skin. After that, he made pig skin jelly, and then drank it by himself with a pot of Shaodaozi from Tianxianglou, accompanied by the new snow in late winter this year.

As I was drinking, there was a sudden knock on the front door.

"Open the door quickly!"

"Open the door!"

Song Yan hurried forward, opened the door and saw several people in straw raincoats and straw hats standing outside.

Those guests wore swords on their waists, but there was no mysterious aura on their bodies, which showed that they were wanderers from the martial arts world.

And then there was a smell of blood wafting over, mixed with a strange hint of rotten smell.

The patient was quickly carried to Song Yan.

When Song Yan took a look, he saw a middle-aged man with scratches on his body and the wounds were beginning to rot.

And the wound was obviously caused by a monster, and it was a mid-level monster at that.

As a person who is not a cultivator, it is not easy to still hold on after being clawed by a mid-level monster.

He asked: "What's wrong?"

The man in the bamboo hat asked fiercely, "Can it be cured?"

Song Yanru was frightened and hurriedly began to treat the patient using ordinary doctor's methods.

But how could an ordinary doctor cure this kind of injury?
Before we were done with the work, the patient had already died.

The man in the bamboo hat drew his sword in anger, roared "quack doctor", and was about to lift the roof of his Changchun Hall. Fortunately, he was stopped by someone. He ran away without even paying, and when he reached the door, he jumped high up and cut off the "Changchun Hall" plaque with one sword.

at the same time.

In the Chu State's sect - Qianhe Sect, an old man was lying on the bed, dying.

Even though many medicines have been used, they are still useless.

"That was a monster from the Crimson Palace, very good at sneak attacks," the old man coughed, "Luckily, fortunately it was killed by me, cough cough cough."

This old man is the Great Ancestor of Qianhe Sect, "He Zu", who is in the middle stage of Jiang Palace and lives to be 150 years old. Recently, he heard that a wave of monsters appeared. In order to seek resources and quell the unrest, He Zu brought many disciples and people from the martial arts world to round up and capture them. After paying a lot of price, he killed a lot of the monsters.

But he never expected that the core monster of the demon dynasty was actually an early stage monster of the crimson palace that was very good at "assassination and hiding". He was attacked unexpectedly, but he still responded quickly and killed the monster, but his old injury relapsed.

This is actually a great harvest for the sect. After all, many of the monster bodies can be used to refine treasures and make medicines, and the blood of the early stage Crimson Palace monsters can be used to refine Crimson Palace pills.

But He Zu himself couldn't do it anymore.

At this time, he tightly grasped the arm of a middle-aged man beside him and said, "Help me to the forbidden area. From today on, I will be in seclusion. Tell this to the outside world. Ahem. You must not let the Fox and Wolf tribes know that I am dead!"

(End of this chapter)