Chapter 2: Lang Yan is unique and there is no one like him in the world.

February 27, the 19th year of Tianbao. The night was pitch black. You couldn't see your hand in front of you. In Kyoto, in a house with carved beams and painted rafters, a spotless white hand stretched out from the window, quickly intercepted a pigeon that was about to fly over, and pulled out a ball of paper from under the pigeon's feet. Then, as soon as the hand was released, the pigeon flew into the sky again. "Master, according to the news from the Bagua Sect, the King of Medicine and the Medical Saint will come to Kyoto in early March." In the study of Prince Rong's mansion, the first guard, Mo Changli, was respectfully reporting the information to his master. "Oh? Where are you going?" The man lying on the chaise longue looked lazy, his chest half open, his black hair half hanging down, covering half of his face. The half of his face that was exposed had eyes like stars, a straight and broad nose, a face like jade, and a voice like the Milky Way. He was truly "unique and unique in the world". "That Medicine King and Medical Saint has been elusive, ve, and no one has found out about him yet. I have sent people to the Medicine King Valley several times, but have not been able to get any information. So far, we have spent a large sum of money to buy this information from the Bagua Sect..." At this point, Chang Li looked nervous, and he didn't seem to dare to continue. "It's been three years since the Bagua Sect came into being. In such a period, its status in the martial arts world has almost caught up with the Wuji Sect, the number one intelligence organization in the martial arts world. The people behind it are really capable. Now you even have to buy such information from others. You guys go and get ten great boards on yourselves and think about it carefully!" The man on the couch sneered. "Yes, master." Changli retreated in fear and trepidation. "A-choo! Who is missing me again?" On a carriage heading from Yaowang Valley to Kyoto, a stunning girl in purple clothes sneezed, then yawned. She wiped the tears that flowed from her yawning with her delicate hands. Her eyes were blurry, as if she had not woken up yet. She lay on a blanket made of white fox fur and squinted her eyes. Her lazy expression was fascinating. The carriage looks low-key on the outside, but it is extremely luxurious. The body of the sedan is made of top-quality red sandalwood and painted in its natural color. It is engraved with auspicious cloud patterns. The exterior is not inlaid with gold or silver, but the interior is different. The floor is made of golden nanmu wood, and the drawers on both sides are made of huanghuali wood to store the lady's favorite snacks and daily necessities. The drawer handles are inlaid with gems. There is a grid behind the sedan for books. The lady loves to read, so she fills her book with books to read at any time. The floor is made of sable, and the couch is cushioned with fox fur. The lady said it is comfortable and cozy. "Miss, we will arrive in Kyoto in a few days, and we can finally meet Nan Qiao and the others." The little maid was so happy that her eyebrows were curved. They had not seen each other for three years since the master founded the Bagua Sect. "Miss, why did you name our intelligence organization Baguamen?" The little maid next to her couldn't help but ask again. The girl wanted to say, "Because I like gossip!" But she felt that it would ruin her image, so she pretended to be profound and said, "The Book of Changes has Taiji, which gives birth to two opposites. The two opposites give birth to four images, and the four images give birth to eight trigrams. The eight trigrams represent all things, so everything is under control." The little maid looked at her young lady with eyes full of worship. The young lady was only fourteen years old, and would not have her birthday or marriage in September. She knew everything about astronomy and geography, and always spoke profoundly, seeming to understand everything. One morning, five days later, the carriage successfully entered Kyoto, drove into the most prosperous area, turned into the alley near the most upscale restaurant Yipintang, and disappeared in an instant. At another corner of the alley, a masked man in black followed the carriage. Just as he was about to catch up to find out what was going on, he was knocked unconscious by a large club. The speed was so fast that even a master like him, one of the seven guards of Prince Rong's mansion, could not dodge. He was filled with shame every time he thought of this incident. "Want to follow me? Here's a big gift for you." The stunning girl smiled wickedly, took out a shiny silver needle from her sleeve, and stabbed it into the four acupoints of the man in black. "I'll give you an injection." As she said this, she pulled off the cloth on the masked man's face and took a look. "You look good. I'm your aunt who is obsessed with appearance. I can't bear to see good-looking things destroyed. This is your first offense, so I will only make you forget what happened in these three days. If it happens again, I will give you another injection and make you forget even who your biological mother is." After saying that, she removed the needle neatly. "Nanxing, find a pigpen, throw him in, and let him hug the sow and enjoy a night of love. Check who he belongs to?" After saying that, he turned and flew away. "Ye," Nanxing answered as he carried the person away swiftly. He thought: Why offend my daughter when there are so many people to offend? She deserves it! He then hit her with a few more pears. In the afternoon, in the backyard of Prince Rong's mansion, there was a sound of "slap, slap, slap" of being beaten. Yan San was being beaten, scratching his head and howling: "Prince, I really can't remember this, I am innocent. I clearly..." "Are you wronged? Shut up now. You didn't do your job well, so it's good that your master didn't beat you to death. He only gave you twenty lashes as a warning. You didn't do your job properly and slept with the sow? Fortunately, the pig feeder knew you and reported you in time, otherwise the piglets would have come out." Mo Changli said sarcastically from the side. "I have indeed lost my memory. I can't remember anything that happened in the past three days." Yan San wanted to cry. Although his martial arts skills were not the best among these guards, his Qinggong was top-notch. He had followed countless people in the past few years and never failed. This time, he was thrown into the pig pen, which was a great shame. "Master, Yan San doesn't seem to remember what happened in the past three days." Mo Changli was reporting to Mu Yunxiao with a serious face. "Go and invite Si Yu!" Mu Yunxiao ordered. Si Yu, the leader of the Divine Doctor Sect. He is proficient in prescriptions and medicines, and has profound attainments in acupuncture. He and Mu Yunxia have been close friends since childhood. After hearing the order, Changli walked quickly to Wutong Garden in the west courtyard of the palace. Si Yu came to stay at the palace temporarily this time to see the prince for medical treatment. The only people who knew about this were the four guards of the palace, two close officials, Mr. Xuan Su, Nan Huaijin, and the prince's best friend, Si Mochen, the leader of the four great princes of Kyoto. Years ago, he fought against the Huns. Although he defeated them with his strategy, he was unfortunately hit by an arrow that was poisoned. To stabilize the morale of the army, he did not detoxify in time. The prince used his internal strength to force the poison into his feet. The best time had been missed, and the military doctors were helpless. They could only prescribe medicine to relieve the symptoms, but the effect was minimal. When the army returned to Kyoto, they immediately summoned Si Yu to diagnose the patient. Looking at his legs that had turned black, Si Yu gave the diagnosis: only by giving up his legs as soon as possible could he save his life. After hearing the news, everyone was secretly sad. Only Mu Yunxiao looked calm and composed. It was as if he were not the one who was going to lose his legs. But what would it mean if the god of war and pillar of the Zhao State were to lose his legs? The enemy was ready to make a move, and the court was in turmoil. It might be another catastrophe. Si Yu sighed helplessly, "My medical skills are limited to this. I can only help you delay the onset of the disease." After a moment of silence, he said, "Maybe someone has a solution." "Who?" everyone asked. Seeing Si Yu pause, Mo Changli took a step forward, bowed, and said: "Please give me some advice, sir. If you have any solution, we will go through mountains of swords, seas of fire, and die without hesitation, and we will get it!" Si Yu slowly uttered: "I heard that there is a Medicine King Medical Saint in Medicine King Valley, who can revive the dead, turn bones into flesh, and has superb medical skills." After saying this, he said with a sad look, "We have visited him several times because of his reputation, but we have never had the chance to meet him. I wonder if there will be such an opportunity again." Mo Changli whipped his horse and rushed to Medicine King Valley in three days to ask for him. Two horses died of exhaustion on the way. The news came that the Medical Sage was traveling around, and there was no sign of his return. Recently, I got some clues about the King of Medicine and the Medical Saint, so I sent Yan San, who is the best at light work, to get the news. Unexpectedly, he was thrown into a pigsty. When he woke up, he didn't know what had happened. If I had known earlier, I would have sent a few more people. Chang Li had a lot of thoughts in his mind at this time, and unknowingly, he had arrived at Wutong Garden to explain the situation to Si Yu. Yan San, who had just been beaten with 20 sticks, was lying on a stool and confessing. Si Yu felt his pulse and found nothing abnormal. He checked him up and down and found no major external injuries except for the beatings. Just as he was wondering, a flash of light came into his mind. He peeled open Yan San's scalp and found the Baihui acupoint and shook his head. Just as he was about to let go, he suddenly remembered something.