The long street is silent, with buildings with gray eaves scattered high and low, and the curved eaves are like waves in the black ocean at night, frozen in time.

Old Yao walked slowly in front with his hands behind his back, and Chen Ji followed behind silently. He had many questions to ask, such as where is Luzhou in Beiju? Do you know a young man named Li Qingniao? Forty-nine

What is Chongtian?

But he knew he couldn't ask, so he could only bury those questions deep in his heart.

Old Yao was puzzled: "You usually talk as loudly as rags of cotton, why did you stop talking today?"

Chen Ji's heart tightened: "It's because of the matters in Zhou's house that you didn't let me mention it."

Old Yao suddenly asked: "Did you kill someone?"

Chen Ji was silent for a long time: "No."

Old man Yao chuckled softly and asked no more questions.

Along the way, the old man actually never asked anything about tonight's events, as if nothing happened.

After walking for about an hour, Chen Ji saw the wide red lacquer door of Prince Jing's Mansion from a distance. The guards stood in front of the door holding halberds and wearing iron armor. The stone lions on both sides of the door were majestic and domineering.

Two white lanterns hang under the gray tile eaves, with the words "Prince Jing's Mansion" written on them. There is a plaque on the door with the words "Upright and Bright" written in gold paint.

Doctor Yao did not enter through the main entrance, but led Chen Ji to the side of the palace, where there was a medical clinic close to the palace called "Taiping".

A plaque on the door reads "No credit required" in four large characters.

Old Yao pushed open the door of the medical clinic and stepped over the high threshold. Inside, a kerosene lamp was lit on the long counter.

Outside is the long dark street and night, while inside the house is a warm orange-red light. It seems that the world is black and white, and only this medical clinic has color.

It seems that as long as Chen Ji walks in, he can shelter from the wind and rain and find peace.

Old Yao stood in the door and turned around to look at Chen Ji sideways: "Throw away what you are holding, we don't need this thing in the medical clinic."

Chen Ji was startled and threw away the broken pieces of porcelain still clutched in his hand, which were still stained with blood.

He looked at the high threshold of the medical center and Old Yao's stooped back, and finally stepped inside the door, closed it, and blocked out the dark night.

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This hospital is a small courtyard, separated from the palace by only one wall. There is a gnarled apricot tree in the courtyard.

A majestic crow stood on the top of the branch, and flew away when someone came.

Old Yao seemed to be tired, so he waved his hand and said, "Go to bed."

Chen Ji stood still and didn't move... Where to sleep? There were three rooms in the back of this courtyard. He didn't know which one was the right choice. If he went to the wrong place, he might be suspicious.

Seeing that he didn't move, Old Yao turned around suspiciously: "Why don't you go to bed?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall and thin young man wearing a long gown came out of the west wing. He looked at Chen Ji and said with disdain: "Chen Ji, it took me so long to deliver some medicine. Why bother Master to find you...Master, are you tired from walking?"

, I'll boil some water for you, soak your feet and then rest."

Chen Ji looked at this...senior brother in silence.

How can someone be so specific about flattery?

Old Man Yao said: "Go to bed, don't delay tomorrow's morning class."

"Okay," the tall and lanky boy quickly got back into the west wing.

Chen Ji followed him and walked in. Inside the house was a large bunk bed, with a burly figure sleeping soundly in the back, completely unaware of what had just happened outside. The tall and thin senior brother slept in the middle of the bunk bed, and his bed was next to the door.

The wooden windows in the apprentice's dormitory were old and worn, and there was no other furniture except some pots and pans.

In the dim room, the tall and thin senior brother sat on the bunk covered with a quilt, staring at Chen Ji with twinkling eyes, and asked in a low voice: "What happened? Why have you been gone for so long?"

"Nothing happened," Chen Ji shook his head, climbed into bed tiredly, and quietly looked at the wooden beams on the roof and the long-lasting spider webs.

The tall and thin senior brother turned over and lay down, and said, "Forget it if you don't say it!"

The room became quiet again, except for the sound of breathing.

Only at this moment could Chen Ji stop and think about his situation: Will Jiaotu and Yunyang let him go? Definitely not.

The ability I showed tonight was definitely not something that a medical apprentice could possess, and he happened to appear at the spy's home in Jingchao. How could the snake and scorpion not be suspicious?

But why would they let him go? Is it because of his identity as a master, or does the other party have other plans?

No matter what the reason is, Chen Ji's best choice now is to stay in the medical center. This medical center is adjacent to the palace, and the other party may have concerns about what he wants to do.

While he was thinking, Chen Ji's pupils suddenly shrank.

A cold breath in his Dantian was spreading throughout his body, swallowing the warmth in his muscles, bones, and blood.

That was... a flow of ice that penetrated Zhou Chengyi's body when he died. At that time, it only felt cold, as if it was an illusion, but now it is like a beast trapped in Chen Ji's body, angrily looking for an exit.

But he still couldn't break out of Chen Ji's body.

Bang.

Chen Ji heard the sound of his blood flowing like an avalanche, as if the blood flowing through his veins was no longer blood, but smoothie.

The thin body seemed to hide a sword, or a dragon that existed thousands of years ago. Chen Ji seemed to be in a dark pool, being dragged to the bottom by a hand in despair.

Bitingly cold.

Chen Ji struggled to turn his head to look at the other people in the room, but found that they were sleeping soundly and didn't notice anything. He wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, but the cold air came from the inside out. Even if he covered himself completely in the quilt, it would not help.

Could it be that he is haunted by Zhou Chengyi’s ghost?

Gradually, before he could figure it out, he curled up into a ball and fell into confusion.

I don’t know how long it took, but a loud cockcrow came from the distant horizon. The sound seemed to come through the layers of mist, tearing the mist into pieces.

Chen Ji woke up from the bed and sat up, breathing greedily as if he had just been fished out of the water.

His hands and feet were cold, what happened just now was not a dream, the ice flow was still raging.

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Outside the window, the meager sunlight was blocked by the white paper window, making the room dark.

There were two senior brothers sleeping side by side with their heads covered. The rooster's crow didn't seem to affect them, and they were still snoring.

Just as Chen Ji was stunned, there was a creak and the door was pushed open.

But he saw his master, "Old Man Yao", standing at the door with a bamboo stick in his hand, saying with disgust: "I don't get up even when the rooster crows. Those who know know that you are apprentices, and those who don't know think who you are."

Here is the eldest son of a noble family."

As he spoke, he swung the bamboo stick and beat him over.

Chen Ji struggled to stand up, put on his clothes, and hid aside: "Master, I'm already up!"

When Old Man Yao saw this, he went to whip the others, but he heard a wail, and the two brothers were beaten with bamboo sticks until they ran away with their heads in their hands: "Master, stop beating! Get up, get up!"

But no matter how the two brothers avoided, the bamboo stick always landed on them accurately. The little old man with a stooped back was obviously ninety-two years old, but he was extremely agile.

Old Man Yao waved the bamboo stick and drove the three people into the yard, saying coldly: "Stand up!"

Chen Ji originally thought that the morning class at the Imperial Medical Center would be about reciting medical texts, but he didn't expect that it would be about standing in a stance?

He turned around to look, only to see the two fellow apprentices taking a strange posture at the same time. It was not a horse stance, but more like a posture of climbing a mountain ridge with a huge boulder on their shoulders.

Before he could steal the lesson, the bamboo sticks landed on him with a snap. The moment the bamboo sticks came into contact with his body, it was like a pain exploding from the seams of his bones.

The heart-wrenching pain was accompanied by a feeling of coldness and weakness, which immediately made Chen Ji almost faint. He imitated the two brothers and stood up, while Old Man Yao sneered: "Don't pretend to be weak here, it's not easy to do. Don't do it either.

I thought if you flatter me, I won't beat you up."

As he said that, the bamboo stick fell on the tall and thin senior brother again: "Liu Quxing, aren't I talking about you? What the hell are you doing here?"

Liu Quxing cried: "Master, aren't we studying medicine? Why do we study this every day?"

Old Man Yao sneered and hit the bamboo stick again: "You dare to talk back? There are three treasures in the sky, the sun, moon and stars, and there are three treasures in people, energy and spirit! Without energy and spirit, you can't learn anything!"

In just a quarter of an hour, the three brothers were beaten with bamboo sticks until they cried like ghosts. Chen Ji was also punished for the first time, and he was the one who received the most bamboo sticks among the three brothers, because he was the most unfamiliar with this posture.

only.

At a certain moment while standing still, a warm current surged out from the back of Chen Ji's waist, slowly offsetting the coldness from last night.

This kind of warm current comes and goes... In other words, if the posture is correct, it will grow, but if the posture is incorrect, it will disappear.

Chen Ji followed the feeling and changed his posture. When there was a warm current gushing out from his waist, he maintained his posture and stopped moving. It was as if someone had prepared the answer for you, just follow the trace.

Old man Yao walked up to him at this time. He wanted to draw a bamboo stick casually, but found that Chen Ji's posture was completely correct, and there was no reason to draw his raised hand...

Later, Old Yao simply stopped looking at him and only beat the other two brothers.

Chen Ji didn't know what was so special about this posture that it could counteract the ice flow. He silently observed the appearance of the other brothers, but he didn't seem to think there was any benefit to this stance.

Is he the only one who can feel this warmth?

Half an hour later, the ice flow in Chen Ji's body was suppressed and returned to his dantian without moving. He breathed a sigh of relief. If the ice flow continued to rage, it was hard to say whether he would survive today.

Old Man Yao sneered: "Okay, today's morning class is over, and I have made progress."

The three brothers rubbed their wounds with bared teeth. Now they took off their clothes, and their whole bodies must have been covered in purple.

"Hurry up and go to the entrance of the main hall to wait for your family. Today is the day to pay Xueyin. If I don't see Xueyin, you guys should pack your bags and go home immediately!" Old Man Yao said coldly: "Chen Ji, wait a minute.

Remember to ask for money when your family comes. The medicine money lost last night was 320 pence, so you can’t lose a penny."

Chen Ji was startled for a moment.

family……

Do you still have family in this world?
Chapter completed!