Morning Star

Chapter 242: Half of the chapter is so frustrating

Then he looked at Chujiu and pointed at Mo Xinglan, hesitant and uncertain: "Xiaojiu, this... girl? Who is she? Your friend?"

"Girl?" Chujiu was a little confused and looked in the direction she pointed.

He raised his head and looked at Mo Xinglan with disheveled hair.

His face was a little pale, and the corners of his slightly upturned eyes were a faint crimson. His beautiful eyes, like black gemstones, were staring in shock. His lips, slightly opened in shock, were a light pink due to injury, but moist.

His soft black hair covered his ears, with a few strands draped over his body. In addition, his snow-white clothes added a touch of softness to his eyebrows and eyes, making him look androgynous.

After he came to his senses, he felt depressed. He took a deep breath, raised his hands, clasped his fists, bowed his head and politely greeted Xiang Tingqin: "Hello, auntie, I am Mo Xinglan."

Xiang Tingqin was stunned for a while after hearing this, then smiled awkwardly: "Ah? Oh, so, it's Xinglan, hehe, well, my aunt's eyesight hasn't been very good recently, Xinglan, please don't blame me."

"Aunt, you're too kind." He lowered his eyes slightly.

Hearing him say this, she felt relieved and smiled: "That's good, that's good."

After a pause, he looked at Mo Xinglan and said, "This is the first time I saw you with your hair down. I didn't recognize you."

After hearing this, he forced a polite smile and glanced sideways at Chujiu who was smiling secretly with his head down and covering his lips.

He actually had the nerve to laugh.

Xiang Tingqin followed his gaze, glanced at Chujiu and coughed twice.

After hearing this, Chujiu realized something, the corners of his mouth drooped quickly, and then he quickly walked to the couch.

Looking at Chu Congnan who had a serious expression on his face, he said, "Dad, don't worry, my second sister will be fine."

He sighed: "That's easy to say. Who else can save her now except Venerable Qu Ling? But Venerable Qu Ling's whereabouts are unknown..."

Having said this he sighed again and stopped talking.

Chujiu shook his head disapprovingly: "The whereabouts of the Venerable Qu Ling are uncertain, but his disciple's whereabouts are known. Don't worry, his disciple's medical skills are not inferior to his, and he will definitely be able to cure the second sister."

After hearing what she said, everyone in the room except Mo Xinglan looked at her in disbelief.

I have never heard that Venerable Qu Ling has a disciple, but how did she know?

Suddenly they remembered the marrow cleansing pill that they had suddenly obtained. They felt that it had something to do with what she said today. Could it be that she was the disciple of the Venerable Qu Ling?

Finally, Xiang Tingqin broke the silence and said hesitantly: "Xiaojiu, this disciple of the Venerable Qu Ling you are talking about is..."

She didn't finish her words, but the look in her eyes when she looked at Chujiu was meaningful, and the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Chujiu always felt something was wrong and blinked blankly.

Mo Xinglan on the side didn't say anything either, but instead looked like he was watching a show.

Let her just snicker.

After a moment, Chujiu glanced at the four people in front of her and found that they were all looking at her, waiting for her answer.

She quickly waved her hands to deny, "No, no, no, it's not what you think. I'm not his disciple. He has someone else as his disciple."

What she didn't expect was that as soon as she finished speaking, Chu Congnan, Chu Wenxuan and Xiang Tingqin all breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Xiang Tingqin said with a look of astonishment: "I knew it. With Xiaojiu's talent, Master Qu Ling would definitely not be interested in him."

She patted her chest lightly and said, "I was scared to death."

The ninth day of the lunar month: "..."

Hey, is this really okay? She's his daughter, you're looking down on her.

Compared to Xiang Tingqin, Chu Wenxuan was much more serious: "Xiao Jiu, do you know where his disciple is?"

"It's me." This time it was not Chujiu who spoke, but Mo Xinglan.

The result caused four faces of shock.

Yes, it was a shock this time.

This time Gao Yashan finally understood why he said he could save Chu Furong.

Chujiu didn't expect him to admit it so quickly.

He glanced at everyone and ignored them, saying seriously: "I have checked her injuries. I have a way to cure her, but..."

As he spoke, he lowered his eyes to look at Chujiu, pursed his lips tightly and did not continue.

I'm getting so anxious that I'm dying.

We all waited for a long time but didn't hear him continue talking. We felt obsessive-compulsive but didn't dare to urge him.

Finally, after waiting for a while, Chu Congnan couldn't wait any longer and asked anxiously, "Just what?"

Mo Xinglan's long eyelashes trembled, and he turned his gaze away from Chu Jiu and looked at Chu Congnan: "It's just that I can't stay in the Chu family to treat her all the time. However, I can write a prescription to treat her."

When they heard the first sentence, everyone's heart was immediately lifted, but they felt a little relieved after hearing the second half.

He thought that after all, he was a member of the Mohist School, and he had to go home after leaving Piaomiao Domain.

"Then I'll trouble you, Xinglan." Chu Congnan stood up, took out a pen and paper and placed them on the long table beside him.

Mo Xinglan nodded, came to the table and sat down, picked up a pen and began to write down the prescription.

Chujiu walked over curiously, stood beside him and looked at the prescription in front of him.

She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, "Tsk tsk tsk, the black-hearted evildoer is not only good-looking, but also has beautiful handwriting. It's a pleasure to watch him write every time. If only she could write such beautiful calligraphy, then she wouldn't hate the brush so much."

But suddenly the pen stopped, she blinked in confusion and looked at him: "Why don't you write anymore?"

He glanced at the inkstone in front of her and raised the pen in his hand: "There's no ink."

"Xiaojiu, hurry up and grind the ink." Xiang Tingqin understood something and reminded her.

Only then did she react, responded twice, picked up the ink block and started grinding the ink.

It was quite interesting. She had never done it before, only saw it on TV, so this was quite new.

Mo Xinglan did not dip the ink, but looked at Chu Congnan: "I wonder if the jar of blood from last time is still there?"

The Chu family left a relatively good impression on him; they shouldn't be as disgusting as the Mo family.

The hand that was grinding ink paused for a moment, then continued grinding as if nothing had happened.

Chu Congnan and Xiang Tingqin were also paused after hearing this, and then Chu Congnan turned around and walked to the medicine cabinet, opened a cabinet, took out a white porcelain jar and placed it on the table.

Although they would not use this jar of blood like the Mohists, they thought it would be a waste if they poured it out, so they kept it.

Mo Xinglan glanced at the white porcelain jar indifferently, then lowered his eyes and continued writing.

But he was confused in his heart. He just asked and didn't ask them to take it out.

Soon a prescription was completed. He took out the spiritual root that the old shopkeeper had given him and the prescription, stood up and handed them to Chu Congnan: "The spiritual root was given by the old shopkeeper of Piao Miao Yu Inn. The method and time of boiling the medicine are written on it. Feed her three times a day. It is best to let her stay in a place with rich spiritual energy. If the medicine is not interrupted during this period, she will wake up in about two months. You can stop taking the medicine when she wakes up, and she will need to take the nourishing spirit pill afterwards. In addition, it is best not to rush to practice, and start after you have recovered your body."

Chu Congnan listened carefully and nodded.

After he finished speaking, Xiang Tingqin planned to take Chu Furong to the spiritual medicine pool.

But before he could pick her up, Gao Yashan said, "Aunt, let me do it."