27 Beware of poisonous mushrooms
Sky is sparse?
Hua Lang carefully identified the handwriting. Although the lines were crooked, the strokes were clear and scattered. It was indeed the word "Tian Shu".
Then the person who signed the name, Murong Jun, should be the former owner of Tianshu.
According to the meaning of this sentence, she clearly wanted to give this treasure to her daughter, but why did it end up in Mo Jinghong's hands and then he gave it to her?
Xie Han was shocked to see her expression change, and asked, "Master, is there anything unusual about this book?"
Hua Lang closed the book, subconsciously hiding the two lines of words. "...Nothing. Judging from the title, I think it contains some music theory. Since Miss Wu asked you to lay a solid foundation first, there's no need to rush into learning these theories."
Seeing Xie Hanjing nod obediently, Hua Lang glanced out the window and changed the subject, "The sun is getting brighter. Let's go pick some mushrooms in the woods first."
Hearing Hua Lang's words, Xie Hanjing withdrew his gaze from the book page and turned to look out the bamboo window with Hua Lang.
Sure enough, the sunlight under the bamboo shadows became noticeably brighter, and mist was faintly rising from the ground.
Seeing this, Xie Hanjing immediately set off into the woods, moving in a hurry, as if if he was a step later, the mushrooms would really wilt.
Hua Lang put the book away guiltily, and took one last look inside the room. After confirming that there were no other secret cabinets, he followed Xie Hanjing out of the room.
The two of them squatted under the bamboo roots.
Use a bamboo stick to gently pull away the bulging fallen leaves. As a damp smell of humus fills the air, the plump white mushrooms underneath poke their heads out.
The swollen stem is soft and slightly moist, and when you break it, you can almost hear a slight "click".
Hua Lang was distracted by the ancient books at first, but after a moment, her attention was drawn to the mushrooms, and she and Xie Hanjing concentrated on picking mushrooms separately.
Hua Lang picked more and more mushrooms, and she saw a few particularly bright white mushroom caps in the darker forest. She was about to squeeze into the dense bamboo, but Xie Hanjing came sideways and stopped her.
He reminded, "Master, that's enough. We can't take any more with us."
Hua Lang reluctantly retracted his head, and the moment he turned around and saw Xie Hanjing, he burst out laughing!
Without a bamboo basket, Xie Hanjing was holding the mushrooms in his arms.
The plump white mushrooms were squeezed crookedly in his arms, and the backs of his hands and the corners of his clothes were covered with mud, but he seemed to notice nothing. He lowered his head and carefully adjusted his arms to avoid crushing the mushrooms.
Suddenly, a strand of hair fell from his forehead, moved slightly by the wind, and drew Hua Lang's gaze upwards.
Hua Lang blinked and stretched out his hand. Just as he was about to touch Xie Hanjing's forehead, Xie Hanjing raised his head.
Hua Lang's hand moved from his forehead to his cheek.
Unlike Hua Lang's fingertips which were hot after the activity, Xie Hanjing's skin was still ice-cold. Stimulated by the temperature difference, Hua Lang curled up his fingers.
"Hmm?" Xie Hanjing looked slightly puzzled, his drooping hair still dangling beside his face.
Hua Lang avoided his gaze, revealing the thin white spider web on his hand, and explained, "There's a spider web stuck on your head, and since you can't get your hand free, I picked it off for you."
Xie Han was stunned for a moment before he looked at the sticky spider web. He said softly, "Thank you, Master."
The word "Master" made Hua Lang regain some composure.
She nodded calmly and stuffed the extra mushrooms into Xie Hanjing's hands. Then, out of spite, she didn't help him take them. From time to time, she looked back and stole a glance at Xie Hanjing. Whenever he moved, the mushrooms would slip out from under his elbows and fall to the ground in a round shape.
"Let's go. After lunch, you and I will go to the clinic to see your junior brother."
Xie Hanjing folded his arms, so he naturally couldn't see the mushrooms that fell behind him. He nodded obediently, "Okay."
Inside the clinic.
Hua Lang stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.
Why?
Why!
Why are these cute mushrooms poisonous?!
"It's really rare that a Jindan stage cultivator could be poisoned by wild mushrooms."
Hua Lang moved his eyes and saw a large piece of brightly colored embroidered clothing resting on the bedside. Coupled with the unique androgynous voice, he instantly recognized the person.
She moved her fingertips weakly and asked anxiously, "Brother Gong, why can't I feel my legs and neck?"
Gong Huaqiu looked at Hua Lang slowly for a few times, then shook his head and sighed, "The poison has invaded his internal organs... It's incurable."
Hua Lang suddenly regained consciousness. His weak fingers struggled and grabbed the corner of Gong Huaqiu's clothes. "No way! I just ate a few bites of mushrooms, how could I die!"
Seeing Hua Lang's regretful expression, Gong Huaqiu slowly said, "The reason you're experiencing changes in perception is because your meridians have been paralyzed by the poison. Don't use your spiritual energy for half an hour. Rest for another half a day and you'll be fine."
Hua Lang, who was thinking about how to write her last words, was stunned. She carefully confirmed, "...I, don't have to die?"
Seeing Hua Lang was terrified, Gong Huaqiu sneered, "You believe everything I say. No wonder you're so foolish as to eat poisonous mushrooms with your disciples."
Hua Lang felt very aggrieved. How could she have known that the poisonous mushrooms in the world of immortal cultivation would look exactly like normal mushrooms in the 21st century.
She withdrew her hand awkwardly and quietly smoothed out the wrinkles on the corner of Gong Huaqiu's coat that she had scratched. "Ahem, Senior Brother, what about my apprentice? How is he?"
Gong Huaqiu said casually: "Your two disciples are next door. They are lucky and there will be no problem..."
"Wait! Senior Brother, you put them in the same room?" Hua Lang was shocked again and almost jumped out of the bed.
After this repeated stimulation, her legs successfully regained consciousness.
Gong Huaqiu snorted, "This is a clinic, not a hotel. How can I have so many rooms for you to stay in?"
"No, senior brother! You don't understand!" Hua Lang struggled to get up from the bed, fearing that if he was a step late, the two of them would tear down the clinic.
Gong Huaqiu didn't care about what Hua Lang said. "What do you mean by understanding or not? But judging by your appearance, you seem to be recovering quite quickly. Since everything is fine, I will go back to the peak to prepare the medicine."
Seeing Gong Huaqiu about to leave, Hua Lang got out of bed and hurriedly asked, "Wait, Senior Brother, do you know who Murong Jun is?"
Gong Huaqiu turned around and glanced at Hua Lang, wondering, "Why are you asking her?"
Hua Lang was taming her limbs. She leaned on the edge of the bed and laughed dryly, saying, "Just asking casually. Senior Brother, don't you think her name is very similar to Senior Brother Murong's?"
Gong Huaqiu, "They are mother and son, so they are naturally similar."
Hua Lang raised his eyebrows:!!
Gong Huaqiu continued, "Murong Jun was the eldest disciple of our master. She had passed away when I entered the sect. I have a poison book in my possession, and judging by the signature, it must have been written by her."
In this case, Murong Jun is the master-sister mentioned by Mo Jinghong. She was able to write a book on poisons that has been passed down to the present day, which means she must have made great achievements in toxicology.
Before he could think about it any further, Gong Huaqiu suddenly turned his head, frowned slightly, and asked suspiciously, "What's that noise? Is someone making trouble for the doctor?"
Hua Lang listened carefully and indeed heard some subtle movement.
But the more she listened, the more guilty she felt. This sound... why did it seem like it was coming from next door?!
Gong Huaqiu also identified the source of the sound. He raised his foot and walked towards the room of Xie Hanjing and Yan Rong without thinking.
Hua Lang was horrified and quickly controlled his legs and followed.
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"Doctors are not allowed to cause trouble at Wuling Peak...? Uh... patients are not allowed to fight with each other either."
The young disciple who was grabbed by Gong Huaqiu finished reading the rules and then waved his brush tremblingly.
Time of private fight: 1:15 pm, March 2, Gansu Province.
Participants in the private fight: Xie Hanjing, the eldest disciple of the master of Huafeng in Qingzhu Peak, and Yan Rong, the second disciple of the master of Huafeng in Qingzhu Peak.
Damaged property or injured people: ...?
The pen tip paused at this line, and the young disciple was stunned.
He raised his eyes quietly and met Gong Huaqiu's gloomy gaze.
The young disciple was frightened and quickly wrote: Damaged a robe of the master of Wuling Peak Palace.
Finally, following Gong Huaqiu's instructions, he added at the end of the spirit note: This incident is particularly egregious, and I suggest that both of them be punished!!!
Seeing this, Gong Huaqiu finally withdrew his gaze with satisfaction, while Hua Lang turned a blind eye and thought it would be fine to give these two people a warning.
This is really not a coincidence.
Although the two men had been fighting for a long time, they tacitly avoided objects in the house during their movements. This was also the reason why Gong Huaqiu and Hua Lang had not discovered the fight for a long time.
But who could have imagined that when Gong Huaqiu realized something was wrong and pushed open the door, the two of them paused, and the spiritual energy that should have been eliminated by the collision deviated again, just brushing past the hem of Gong Huaqiu's clothes and tearing his delicate embroidery thread.
Gong Huaqiu treasured this dress in the first place, and his face turned black on the spot. He grabbed the young disciple on duty.
Seeing the spiritual paper with "!" all over the page sent away, Gong Huaqiu's expression finally relaxed, and Hua Lang quickly pulled the two of them aside to apologize to him.
After sending Gong Huaqiu away who was rushing to mend her embroidery, Hua Lang held his forehead and looked at Xie Hanjing and Yan Rong.
They sat on two beds.
A man wrapped in bandages, when Hua Lang looked at him, he showed a pitiful expression of being at a loss after getting into trouble.
The other one was poisoned but was still forcing his spiritual energy. When he felt Hua Lang's gaze, his expression was cold and indifferent, as if the fight just now had nothing to do with him.
Hua Lang sneered.
She brought a bench and sat between the two of them. "I want to see how you two started fighting."
After a moment of silence in the room, Yan Rong coughed twice. His voice was so dull and weak that Hua Lang couldn't help but look sideways.
His light amber pupils were extremely bright even in the room, and he looked sickly. Ever since he learned of Hua Lang's identity upon becoming his disciple, he had not shown any alienation towards Hua Lang, still saying pitifully, "Master, it's all thanks to you, Senior Brother. He started it first..."
Xie Han interrupted him in a startled voice: "Junior brother, be careful what you say. I'm poisoned and my meridians are blocked. How could I have thought of fighting you?"
Hua Lang, who had originally felt sorry for Yan Rong, instantly dispelled his suspicion of Xie Hanjing after hearing this.
She had personally experienced the effects of this toxin. At the beginning, it was extremely difficult for her to even move her fingers. So Xie Hanjing, who had also eaten poisonous mushrooms, would definitely not have the strength to fight Yan Rong.
"Although I don't know how you eliminated the toxins in your body, a gentleman's words are always true. Since you did it, why don't you dare admit it?"
Xie Han was shocked but remained calm, only shaking his head slightly. "Junior brother, in order to slander me, you can even say such words."
Yan Rong was so angry that he coughed several times.
Hua Lang was worried that his internal injuries would worsen, and was dizzy from the quarrel between the two, so he could only grit his teeth and try to smooth things over.
"Alright, alright, you're brothers, not enemies. Even if there's any misunderstanding, can fighting solve it? I don't care who started it first. From now on, you just shake hands and make peace."
Xie Hanjing nodded as he was told.
Although Yan Rong was unwilling, he slowly turned his head away when he saw Hua Lang's gaze.
Silence finally returned to the room.
Hua Lang still didn't intend to let them go. She raised her chin and said, "Shake hands and make peace. Go ahead and shake hands."
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