The next morning.

The east is rosy and everything is waking up.

"Brother Li, good morning."

Li Shida had brought people to wait in front of the mansion gate early in the morning.

At this time, Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao, who was still sleepy, saw him as soon as they went out.

Zhao Rong greeted with a smile.

"Mr. Lin, Fairy Lan, good morning."

As Li Shida spoke, his eyes were drawn to the rosewood box in Zhao Rong's hand.

"Mr. Lin, is this the elixir?"

"Yes, Mr. Qin's life depends on it."

Zhao Rong walked past Li Shida and his men and headed towards the carriage waiting on the street, saying casually:

"Well, it's called... Liuwei Dihuang Pills."

"Liuwei... Dihuang Pills?"

Upon hearing this, Li Shida repeated it several times in his mouth. He had never heard of this name before, but after thinking about it, he thought it might be the ancestral secret recipe of Chongxu Temple. After all, some immortals in the mountains would have secret treasures of the sect that would not be passed on to others.

Everyone got in the car and drove towards Qin's residence.

In the carriage.

Zhao Rong, who was holding the Chongxu Temple's secret Liuwei Dihuang Pill in his hand, glanced at the black wooden token in Li Shida's hand.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.

"Brother Li, what is this?"

Li Shida was using the token to deploy the guards outside the car. He was slightly stunned when he heard this. He looked up and met Zhao Rong's curious gaze.

Li Shida suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

He licked his lips and said, "This is a communication token made of Yin-Yang wood. Within a certain range, the holder of the mother card can communicate with the holder of the child card without hindrance. The one in my hand is the mother card."

"I see."

Zhao Rong nodded suddenly.

"This mother-child Yin-Yang wood must be very valuable, right?"

Li Shida's smile was a little unnatural, and he said quickly: "Fortunately, this is not something rare."

Zhao Rong blinked and said, "Oh, this is a really good thing."

Li Shida: “…”

Zhao Rong then sighed, "I don't know if I will have the chance to encounter such a good thing again in the future."

Can you fucking change my lines?

Seeing this familiar scene.

Li Shida was speechless.

Zhao Rong leaned back, resting his head on a soft pillow, and placed the rosewood box on his legs, with both hands on it. At this moment, one hand was rhythmically tapping the lid of the box.

The purple-robed scholar smacked his lips.

"Oh, what a good thing..."

Li Shida: “…”

Li Shida glanced at the box containing the secret recipe of Liuwei Dihuang Pills passed down from generation to generation by Chongxu Temple, and suddenly smiled, but his smile was a little stiff.

He said seriously, "Since Mr. Lin likes it, I will send someone to get a new set for Mr. Lin when we get home."

Li Shida's heart was bleeding.

The Langxi Qin family only has a few of these tokens made of yin-yang wood left.

Although he had obtained some authority from his teacher to mobilize Qin family resources, and was considered half an insider of the Qin family, to get these things out, he could only rely on himself to exchange for equivalent and valuable resources.

After all, his action of asking Zhao Rong and the other two to provide treatment had not been approved by Qin Jianfu, so it was a case of acting without first reporting to the emperor later.

Even if he saved Qin Ji later, it would only be considered as making up for his mistake, and no one would reimburse him.

Distinguish the importance! The most important thing now is to save that waste. According to what Qin Jianfu left behind before he left, he probably won't be able to make it back today, so he can only rely on this greedy guy in front of him.

Li Shida pursed his lips and thought, his chest heaving.

at this time.

After Li Shida finished speaking.

Zhao Rong looked a little embarrassed.

He said shyly: "Ah? Forget it, Brother Li is really too polite. Yesterday, Brother Li gave me the spiritual jade, which made me embarrassed enough. Now he is giving me a token..."

"Please accept it, Mr. Lin!"

Li Shida gritted his teeth and spoke word by word.

Zhao Rong looked reluctant.

The two of them then started to shirk responsibility again.

However, in the end, Zhao Rong was persuaded by Li Shida's "emotional and logical appeal", and unable to refuse such a kind of kindness, he once again "reluctantly" accepted the set of mother and child yin-yang wooden tokens.

But he kept sighing: "What should I do..."

The carriage moved slowly.

Passing through the streets of Liangjing, driving towards the north of the city.

Suddenly, when passing by the north gate of Liangjing from afar.

The curtain of the carriage in front was gently drawn open.

Zhao Rong looked towards the tower in the distance and said casually:

"I heard that Master Qin was pierced through the forehead by a sixth-rank warrior."

Inside the car.

Li Shida, who had kept his eyes closed and remained silent since he "persuaded" Zhao Rong to accept the gift, suddenly opened his eyes when he heard this and grabbed the token at his waist with his right hand.

He stared at Zhao Rong's profile, who was looking out the window. He was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled and said:

"Mr. Lin, who did you hear this from?"

What happened on Zhuque Street that day was too tumultuous to be kept secret, but everyone only knew that Qin Ji was assassinated. So far, no new news has been heard about him, and people only speculated that he might be recuperating at home.

As for the assassin, the one hanging on the city wall of Liangjing’s north gate should be him.

However, except for a few people, no one in Liangjing City knew the specific details of the assassin.

so……

Zhao Rong said leisurely, "I heard it from my wife."

A hand that was tightly holding the token gently let go.

Li Shida sighed, "Lady Lan is really amazing. Just by looking at the wound, she can tell the assassin's skill."

Zhao Rong turned around, smiled, and pointed out the window.

"So, the one hanging there is the assassin of the sixth rank of Wu Fu?"

There was nothing to hide anymore, Li Shida nodded.

"Alas, my wife knows a Taoist corpse-refining technique passed down from the upper sect of Zhongzhou, but unfortunately she has always lacked a suitable corpse for sacrifice..."

The purple-robed scholar looked out the window, muttered a few words, and unconsciously placed his hand on the rosewood box and let out a long sigh.

"Oh, what a good thing."

"..."Li Shida.

On the street.

The convoy driving on the main avenue suddenly stopped, then changed direction and turned to a side road beside the main road.

Not long.

The convoy returned along this side road.

Back on the road.

only.

A pitch-black coffin appeared on top of a carriage.

soon.

The convoy arrived at Qin's residence and slowly stopped.

Zhao Rong accepted the gift "reluctantly" again and jumped out of the car contentedly.

"Ah, Brother Li, you are so polite. My wife is obliged to help Mr. Qin with his illness. We have never thought of asking Brother Li and the Qin family to repay us. Doctors are like parents. Whether Brother Li sends us gifts or not, my wife will do her best. Why do we need so many empty formalities? Don't you think so?"

Li Shida's eyelids twitched.

He silently watched Zhao Rong, who was blaming him for giving gifts while looking up and smiling at the coffin on the roof of the car.

No response.

"Um?"

Zhao Rong looked back at him curiously.

Li Shida immediately forced out an ugly smile.

"Mr. Lin is right. We can't afford to lose any time. Let's go and save them."

Zhao Rong nodded in agreement.

Then, holding the box in one hand and holding Su Xiaoxiao's hand in the other, he leisurely followed Li Shida up the steps in front of the Qin Mansion.

suddenly.

The end of the stairs.

A familiar and bold voice came.

"Mr. Li, please stay. Gao has something to report."

Zhao Rong's body stiffened.