The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

That night, Wen Ruolan realized the seriousness of the problem and looked at more than 30 people in the room, of whom more than 20 were feverish.

After trying to settle these people down, Wen Ruolan pushes away the quiet room where Dongfang Yi lives. Although the place of yaolu is spacious, there are so many people all of a sudden. It's hard for her to let others come to this room. That's all she can do.

In the quiet room, in addition to the original objects, there were more books. Wen Ruolan took a book with him, lit the lamp, and read it for a while.

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"Send Jiuye back to Qishan!" Master Bu Zhou, with Dongfang Yi on his shoulder, gallops down from the dam and reaches for Du Ruo: "you must give it to Miss Wen."

Where did Du dare to delay, he found a carriage and ran all the way. Fortunately, although the flood was fierce, the official road was much higher and could still be used.

In the carriage, Dongfang Yi's eyelids move for a moment, and then he hears the noise outside. He takes a deep breath, opens his eyes, takes out a pill from the brocade bag and eats it. Then he sits up: "stop the car."

Du Ruo quickly reined in the reins and lifted the curtain: "Ninth master, you wake up. We are on our way to Qishan. It will be dawn."

Dongfang Yi lifts the curtain next to the carriage. The rain has stopped outside. On the road, there are some civilians carrying parcels and pigs and sheep fleeing. It's very sad to support the old and carry the young.

"The carriage is for the old and weak women and children. I have something else to do." Then he got out of the carriage.

Du Ruo jumps down quickly to stop Dongfang Yi: "Ninth master, master asked Du Ruo to take you back to Qishan. You must give it to your sister."

Dongfang Yi droops his eyes: "you go back to tell Miss Wen that everything is OK with Yu. Let her prepare more herbs. You should take them back to Longhe. Go ahead. "

Du Ruo still wants to talk. Dongfang Yi has left.

Standing in the same place, with his mouth open, duruo mumbled to himself: "so powerful?"

Fifty miles away from Longhe River, in a small village, Dongfang Yi takes out a jade flute and puts it across his mouth. The desolation is almost over. There are more than 20 people in black standing behind him. The leader raises his hand to stop them. He moves forward a few steps and stands behind Dongfang Yi until the last sound of the song falls.

"Luo fan, immediately let people go back to Beijing to find the Duke of Anguo, Ningyuan, to get a tip off and thoroughly investigate the breakwater of the Longhe River." Pause for a while: "let our people rescue the people as much as possible, temporarily settle in Qishan yaolu, do not leave any flaws."

"Yes, Jiuye." Luo fan swept the usual posture, his eyes were dignified: "Ninth master, but want to tear a hole from here?"

Dongfang Yi's eyes are as deep as ink lotus's. people can't see exactly what emotion it is. At that moment, Luo fan's back is chilly, and he bows himself in a hurry: "my subordinates know their mistakes and dare not."

"Go ahead and let Hua Wuying help Zhou different."

"Yes." Luo fan immediately leaves with his men, while Dongfang Yi quickly enters the village and enters a family.

As soon as Dongfang Yi appeared, an old man in his late years came to meet him. He lifted his robe and knelt to the ground: "master, you can count it."

"Anshun, wronged." Dongfang Yi said and stepped into the room.

Anshun. The old eunuch, who had been waiting for Dongfang Yi since he was born, returned home a few months ago. No one knows where he is, but he is in Longhe village.

He gets up and follows Dongfang Yi into the room. He raises his hand and twists the lamp stand on the niche. A door opens on the side wall and Dongfang Yi steps in.

Anshun then came in and closed the dark door. No one could see any flaw.

Inside is a three foot wide dark road, with oil lamps hanging on both sides. After walking for a long time, it suddenly opened up a lot.

Dongfang Yi stopped and said, "is it going well?"

Anshun bowed: "back to the master, has made a batch, but can't verify its power, now the dragon river, I'm afraid it will attract attention."

"No harm." Dongfang Yi raises his hand and pushes open the wooden door. The light inside is as bright as day. In the middle of the huge circular chamber is a cast iron stove with a length of one foot. No less than 100 craftsmen are silent. The sound of hammering hot iron is as uniform as one person.

On a nearby high platform, a thin middle-aged man was bending down and looking down, with drawings in his hand, and some strange looking bows on the table behind him.

At the door, Anshun lowered his voice: "master, master Hua always looks sad recently. He has asked several times in a row who made the drawing."

Dongfang Yi nodded: "go and prepare the food and wine."

"Yes." Anshun retreats.

Dongfang Yi goes up to the stage and sees the bows. He looks down slightly and some pictures appear in his mind. In his memory, the bow that killed him is smaller than this one, but it's similar in appearance.

Huazi road hears the sound of footsteps, turns around and sees Dongfang Yi come over in a hurry, turns over and kneels down: "Ninth master."

"Get up." Dongfang Yi raises his hand for a moment. Hua Zilu gets up in a hurry and says he doesn't dare.

When he reached the big bow, Dongfang Yi reached out and touched the shining and cold body of the bow. He hooked the strong bow string with his fingers and said in a deep voice, "how many feather arrows can be fired at a time?"

"Five at most is far from enough. Jiuye, even if such a bow is made, there are few people who can pull such a big bow, so my subordinates want to see people who are drawing drawings." Huazi road took the drawing and pointed the bow string on it: "it's most difficult to understand here. The bow string is too thick and can be filled with inch. If it's not a top-notch master, you need to be strong."

Dongfang Yi's eyes are so deep that he doesn't know? How can anyone who has seen such a bow and arrow find someone else, reach out and pick up one of the bows, raise his hand, pick up the three feather arrows and pull them apart. It's still a little hard to pull the bow with all his kung fu. Huazilu's worry is reasonable.

From this we can see that the man who killed himself took great pains.

"There are still drawings here. The bow doesn't need to be done for the time being. After the Longhe River is in trouble, there will be chaos nearby. At that time, we will take the opportunity to let these people move to Qishan." Dongfang Yi takes back the drawing in huazi Lu's hand and hands him another one.

Huazi road took it over and looked up with a touch of surprise: "Ninth master, what's this?"

"Wanhua arrow, the arrow organic frame, once into the skin will explode in the body, causing death." When Dongfang Yi looks at the point of the arrow above, his heart still stings. When he is dying, he just pulls an arrow out of his skin. It's just this kind of arrow in his hand.

Huazi road treasure like to put away the drawings: "nine master rest assured, my subordinates will try their best to do."

Anshun came up with the food box and came over after setting it up: "master, we have prepared the food and wine."

Dongfang Yi sidled: "Zilu, come on, let's have a drink."

Anshun attends. Dongfang Yi and Hua Zilu sit down. They push the cup to change the cup.

"Ninth master, you are not only here to send a drawing, are you?" After two cups of wine, huazi Lu relaxed a lot and held his glass to see Dongfang Yi.

Dongfang Yi sipped his wine and raised his eyes: "where is your younger martial brother? Haven't you checked for so many years?"

Huazi road nearly dropped his glass on the ground with a shake, and quickly got up and knelt down: "the ninth master was kind. Zilu didn't mean to hide it. It's just because the younger martial brother was so stubborn that the master had already expelled him ten years ago, so Zilu didn't mention it. He didn't mean to hide it."

"I've always been known as Tieqi, but I haven't married and had children in my life. Zilu, do you know the identity of your younger martial brother?" Dongfang Yi raised his eyelids: "get up, I can't kill you now."

Hua Zi Lu's face turned white, and the veins on his hands raised. He knew too quickly.