The third update is the best time for people to sleep.

"Who is outside?" The sleeping woman opened her eyes and reached out to push the man beside her, "Master, go and have a look."

The man who was pushed to the ground was about to curse, but the noise outside had already reached his ears. He put on his clothes and got out of the bed, walked to the door and looked out. The gate of the Guard Mansion opposite the door was wide open, and several people came out of it, holding lanterns in their hands, looking in a hurry, as if there was something urgent.

The shop owner was wearing clothes and shouted, "What happened? Do you need help?"

"My mother is sick, so I'm in a hurry to hire a doctor!" The group of people looked anxious, and only one of them replied to him and left in a hurry.

The shop owner nodded and crawled back to the bed: "The old lady across the street is sick, so she's going to hire a doctor."

The woman turned over and fell asleep: "That's right, the old man is old!"

The shop owner kicked half of the scattered tiles aside: "It's time to find someone to repair the roof, and it's going down all the time. It's strange. I just found someone to repair it before the New Year!"

"Then I'll find someone to repair it, it's not worth much." The woman muttered, "Go to bed!"

"Too."

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The group hurried to invite someone to pass by the corner of the street. Wei Junning, who was walking in the front, suddenly felt weak and staggered and knelt on one knee.

"Second Young Master!" Several uneven screams of exclamation sounded.

Several hands stretched out towards him, Wei Junning pushed away the hand that was reaching towards him and waved it: "It's okay, suddenly my legs became weak. It's probably because I've been locked up at home for a long time. Don't worry about me, leave quickly, it's important to ask Dr. Yang."

"This kid!" Wei Yaoqing, who was hiding in the dark, watched them walk away, couldn't help but chuckled, feeling a little relieved, but then became suspicious: Who is sick at home? Please go and invite Dr. Yang at this time.

Her breathing became a little short of her speed, no longer stable, and she became a little anxious.

When her breathing calmed down, she appeared again at the interface. The wide black cloak made the girl completely hide in the dark night. She did not mention the lantern, and her eyes were lit up in the dark night. Dark vision was not a difficult task for her.

She followed them without any haste. The silence of the night made her ears more powerful than before and could hear them more clearly. A few more bangs and chaotic footsteps sounded. She flashed and her whole body flashed under the eaves of the corridor, jumped gently, and leaned down under the corridor, silently.

At this moment, she felt like a bat sticking there. If she was suddenly seen, she might have scared half of the three souls!

Da Gengren followed the officials patrolling the streets and stopped the group of people who were in a hurry in front of him: "It's late at night, what are you going to do? Don't you know the curfew in the city now?"

Wei Junning was also anxious when he heard this: "My grandmother is sick and is in a hurry to hire a doctor, regardless of your curfew!" This kid always looked like this, and he said whatever he wanted when he was anxious. As for suppressing the word, he didn't understand.

"Several adults, my mother is seriously ill and is in a hurry to invite a doctor. Can she be compatible?" The voice was from Wei Tongyuan, and there was a storm sound with his voice.

Wei Yaoqing's ear tips moved under the corridor, and clearly identified that this was the sound of stuffing silver. I think that after staying in the craftsman for so long, Wei Tongyuan did not completely understand the worldly ways, but at least he knew the truth that money could make ghosts push the grinding.

When she heard the sound of weighing silver, she thought it was the patrol officials hesitating. Thinking of this, she couldn't help frowning. To be honest, these officials may not be easier to talk to than the so-called adults, the King of Hell is easy to send, and the little ghosts are difficult to deal with.

The official hesitated for a moment and stuffed the silver back, saying: "Let's go when it's dawn. Now is different from the past. The martial law in the city... Hey, it's not a question of silver. Who can't get along with the silver... We sir... Hey... I'm not afraid to rule Yan Jin..."

Scattered conversations came.

Wei Tongyuan's voice sounded again: "I wonder which lord the officials are talking about. Lord He Taiping and Lord He and us are old acquaintances..."

"Our adult surname is Hu... but it's not possible. Someone had violated the discipline and collected things before and was chopped off his hand!"

There was another wave of persuasion and conversation, isn't it? That's a coincidence! Wei Yaoqing reached out and took out the waist card on her waist and flipped her hand.

"Oh!" Wei Junning screamed, his left knee softened, and he knelt on one knee.

"Second Young Master!" Several servants around him rushed to support him, "You are weak again!"

"Who said that my wife's legs were weak?" Wei Junning stared at the servants with a grim erection, grabbed them with his hands, and suddenly exclaimed, but saw a palm-sized waist card lying quietly in his palm.

A waist card fell from the sky! Wei Junning couldn't help looking at the sky.

Before the others could speak, they saw the patrol officials changing their faces: "It was Lord Hu's approval, why didn't you say it earlier?"

Lord Hu? What Lord Hu? Wei Tongyuan was stunned for a moment. Wei Junning didn’t know a few big words, but he knew the word “Hu” and then recognized it: “Yes, Lord Hu agreed. When you say Lord Hu, I will remember it.”

I knew this kid would be like this! Wei Yaoqing smiled and watched them walk away before jumping down the corridor, walking through another street entrance, and stopped at a small restaurant on the street.

Such small restaurants at street levels are mostly used for pedestrians passing by at night to eat a bowl of snacks to warm up when there is no curfew. With the curfew, small restaurants can only do business of fighting people or patrol officials.

She walked into the small restaurant, and the owner of the restaurant was sitting on the chair and dozing off. He glanced at her and said lazily, "I won't do business anymore."

She sniffed: "I smelled it, I was cooking! I was rinsing the meat!"

"It was wrapped by the customer who smokyo." said the restaurant owner.

"It's a coincidence that I'm not here to eat, I'm here to find someone." She pointed to the inner room where the door was closed and waved, "You keep sleeping."

The restaurant owner looked up at her, looked at her in a black cloak, and looked at her as if she wanted to do something in the middle of the night. She fell on the chair and dozed off again.

She pushed the door and entered the house. The house was filled with mist. Pei Zongyi was sitting at the table, holding chopsticks in his hand. When he saw her coming, he looked up at her and said hello: "You are here."

Wei Yaoqing touched her stomach: "It turns out that she is not very hungry, I don't know why she is a little hungry."

Eating is an ordinary thing, but isn’t eating a little unauthentic in the middle of the night?

As she was talking, a piece of meat was handed to her mouth. Further up there was a pair of ordinary wooden chopsticks. Further forward, the hand holding the wooden chopsticks was Pei Zongzhi's.

She has seen such a scene before. When she was a child, she was feeding her elders. But wouldn’t it be a bit weird when Pei Zongzhi and her do it?

"You're welcome." His face, which had never seen any expression, was rarely sincere. "If you don't eat, they're coming."

Wei Yaoqing's heart was beating, and she opened her mouth and bitten it. She had eaten it. She didn't think too much about it. She reached out and touched her face, her hands were a little cold, and after the heat was reduced, she said curiously: "Someone wants to find you, what do you ask me to do?" After a pause, she thought of what she encountered on the road and said, "I will tell you something later."

Pei Zongzhi hmmed and looked up at her: "You know me, I think you should be interested in what they are asking me for."

What she met? She thought about it and heard the sound of footsteps coming from far and wide, and hurriedly looked around, "Where am I hiding?"

Pei Zongzhi looked up at the beams on the roof.

The door was pushed open with a creaking sound, but it was not one person, but two people who came in. They were also wearing dark cloaks, obviously afraid of being recognized. After entering, they looked around vigilantly and confirmed that no one saw it, so they closed the door and latched it.

Wei Yaoqing squatted on the beam, the fragrance rushed upwards, slowly sucking into her nose, and when she lowered her head, she saw the first soup rolling in the pottery pot. She touched her stomach: she felt more and more hungry. Pei Zongzhi spoke when she spoke, and there was something to do, so why did she still eat?

Her eyes stopped staring at the soup pot, and looked at the two people who came in. As she approached, it became more and more obvious. She saw that one of them was a little lame walking, and the ones around her were very petite compared to the one with a slim step, and she didn't walk fast.

Before seeing the face, it can be concluded that it should be a man and a woman. The man has legs and the woman supports him. Judging from the walking posture, it seems that he has received good ethics. This ethics has become one with her, so that everything she does is subconsciously this behavior.

When they walked to the table, the two men pulled down their cloaks and saluted Pei Zongzhi: "Mr. Pei."

When Wei Yaoqing saw the faces of the two people, she was also stunned. Pei Zongzhi was right and knew him: she saved someone last year, no, no, it should be said that the person Pei Zongzhi saved was Sheng Minghui's father Sheng Mizhong, and the one who supported him was Mrs. Sheng.

However, for her, Mrs. Sheng has another identity, she is Xue Xingshu's daughter. She got married early but had a very cold relationship with the Xue family. She heard that she was not very favored before she got married. Of course, in the case of the Xue family, being favored may not be a good thing.

"I haven't thanked yet..." Sheng Bizhong gave a favor.

"No need to thank you. You have already thanked me, sit down!" Pei Zongzhi raised his chin, "Is there anything wrong with looking for me specifically?"

The two sat down, Sheng Bizhong and Mrs. Sheng looked at each other, and were stunned when they looked at the scene in front of them. People always had endless imaginations about masters, especially this future master of the National Master, who always felt that they were not secular, not to mention that he had the same appearance, saying that he was sleeping in the open, probably more than half of them wanted to believe it. Seeing that he was eating a large piece of meat was no different from ordinary people, he felt a little subtle sense of incongruity.

Sheng Bizhong raised his hand and patted Mrs. Sheng on the shoulder to comfort her: "Tell me!"

Mrs. Sheng nodded, then looked at Pei Zongzhi and said, "Mr. Pei, I have heard some rumors recently, about my father."

Pei Zongzhi nodded, pushed the bowls and chopsticks aside reluctantly, and looked at her: "Madam Sheng, please speak out."

"I don't know anything about the thirteen Yin and Yang subjects, so I came here this time to ask Mr. Pei, is there really the so-called forbidden technique of immortality?" Mrs. Sheng looked panicked, her voice trembled, as if she was a little scared, "Is this forbidden technique really there?"

Pei Zongzhi nodded, without raising his head: "I heard there are some."

"I heard?" Sheng Bizhong couldn't help but ask.

"The Yin-Yang Warlock's talent is given to the heaven, and it is mysterious and mysterious, calling the wind and rain, and wandering around Yin-Yang. Even I cannot say that I have heard and seen all the Yin-Yang techniques in the world." Pei Zongzhidao, "As for the forbidden technique you mentioned, I have always heard of it, but no one has ever succeeded."

Mrs. Sheng's face became increasingly ugly when she heard this: "Sir... I have... half a pill recipe here... I wonder if you can help you take a look. Is it possible that it is related to the legendary forbidden technique?"

"Do you want to live forever with just one pill?" Pei Zongzhi shook his head, "I don't think it's possible. Refining elixirs, putting all things into the alchemy furnace to burn and train their essence. Ordinary Dabu Pills are not small. If you want to gather the essence that can live forever, this pill must be big and cruel. Even if you can chew, you may not be able to chew it. The body cannot withstand so many essences of heaven and earth. Ordinary Dabu Pills have mild symptoms, and those with worse symptoms will cause bleeding in the seven orifices, let alone elixirs that collect the essence of heaven and earth. If you put too many essences in the alchemy furnace, you will be unable to help explode, and the same is true for people," he thought for a while, "It's probably like exploding your body and dying!"

Mrs. Sheng's face turned pale in an instant. She quickly took out a wrinkled note from her sleeve and handed it over. Seeing Pei Zongzhi take it, she frowned and couldn't help but feel embarrassed, explaining: "It's a few years ago. Originally, I only had half of it when I snatched it back."

Pei Zongzhi touched the dry and melted handwriting on his head, was silent for a moment, and asked Mrs. Sheng: "Where did this note come from? How could it melt?"

"I..." Mrs. Sheng's face became more and more embarrassing, "To be honest, it was my mother swallowed it before her death. I secretly hid it. Mr. Pei, look at this pill recipe..."

"It's only half a piece, it's hard to confirm." Pei Zongzhi spread the note open in the middle of the table. Now he saw it clearly. Wei Yaoqing glanced at the pill recipe. His handwriting was indeed very blurred.

"Thank you, Mr. Pei." Mrs. Sheng grabbed the pill recipe, paused, and said dryly, "Look... how do you think of your father?"

"How is the Duke of the Kingdom?" Pei Zongzhi stopped the movement in his hand and looked at her in surprise, "Didn't you say you had a stroke?"

"Sir, this is not what I want to say, I..." Mrs. Sheng opened her mouth, suddenly not knowing how to speak.

"Forget it, let me tell you!" Sheng Bizhong, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but shake his head and said, "My wife wants to ask the sir, did the Duke really use some forbidden technique to live to this age?"

Mrs. Sheng lowered her head. She was a child and couldn't say anything, but although she stopped talking, she agreed to Sheng Bizhong's words.

Sheng Bizhong said: "My father-in-law's body is indeed a bit strange. To be honest, my wife is not close to her father-in-law, but now she thinks that some aspects are indeed strange..." For a while, Duke Huai's face was pale and terminally ill. Even the imperial doctor said it was not possible. But not long after, it got better. I didn't think much about it. So many things have happened in these days, but now I think it's even more strange when I think about it.

...

After staying on the cross beam for half an hour, the Sheng couple left. Wei Yaoqing jumped off the cross beam and rubbed his sore legs. Mrs. Sheng left the note to Pei Zongzhi. Pei Zongzhi was staring at the note and fell into deep thought.

"Is there anything strange about this note?" Wei Yaoqing asked casually when he saw that he was so focused.
Chapter completed!