Chapter 72: Homicide

box?
Ye Chengzhi stared at his master for a moment, then patted his head, hurrying into the room with a look of awakening.
An Rushuang couldn't figure out what medicine was sold in this gourd. Bian asked and closed his eyes slightly, so he didn't say a word. Fortunately, Ye Chengzhi soon held a small box in the palm of his hand.
Came over.
The sky in early summer was not too hot, and even the breeze was slightly cold, but the sweat he ran, wheezing and panting, handed the box to Bian and asked, "Master, your box!"
The box looked slightly black in wood, but the size of the palm was carved with a weeping Guanyin on it, and compassion remained on the face. The box had not been opened, but it could only smell
A light fragrance.
It's sandalwood.
An Rushuang thought, a pair of eyes staring at the box, full of doubts-what would it be?
Ye Chengzhi did not dare to open his eyes. He has known this box since he followed the master, but he has never seen the master open it. He thought it was such a valuable box.
It should be gold or silver, or a very precious herb. Now it seems that it is not.
What can such a small box hold?
Moreover, it is also related to Grandpa, what is left by Grandpa?
Could it be that ...?
Ye Chengzhi thought, his face was a little pale.
Bian Wen glanced at the two of them, and then touched one in his neck, and the key hanging on the black rope was taken out. Guanyin's hand was locked in the keyhole, only listening to the click
Sound, the buds in Guanyin's hands burst into bloom, and the box opened.
An Rushuang looked into the box, but saw that there were two cloth bags in the box, and the whole box was stuffed.
The cloth bag looks very worn, and at first glance it doesn't seem to know what's in it. However, such a worn cloth bag is placed in such a valuable box, but it makes people feel
weird.
Bian asked, looking at the cloth bag inside, his eyes softened a bit. He took out the two identical cloth bags and looked up at An Rushuang and said slowly, "Come and choose one."
An Rushuang frowned slightly, could not help but frown.
"Is the choice that the old man said is the choice? It was me who chose it, not the grandfather?"
Bian asked not to panic and said, "It's your choice, but also the choice of your grandfather. Choose one."
Ye Chengzhi couldn't help asking: "Master never said, what's the difference between the things inside? What did Miss An choose to be considered to have been recognized by Grandpa?"
Because of Ruby's little girl, he really expected this Miss An to worship at Master's door.
Bian asked Lengheng: "No one knows how the ancestor chose."
With that said, he looked at An Rushuang but did not urge her.
An Rushuang looked at the cloth bag in his hand, but she was still very nervous. Now she feels nothing, she exhales, a big smile on her face, then
Later, without thinking about it, he reached out and picked up a cloth bag in front of him. The cloth bag was held in his hands, and it was soft, and it didn't feel anything, presumably there was nothing inside.
She couldn't help feeling a little lost, the smile on her lips converged slightly, but she still said, "That's it."
With that said, she handed the cloth bag to Bian Wen's hands, thinking to her mind, that sometimes, there is no way to be fateless.
Bian asked, holding the cloth bag in his hands, and asked very solemnly on his face, "Why did you choose this?"
An Rushuang thought and didn't want to say, "Since I don't know anything, I simply don't make a choice and let my grandfather choose.
With me, I won't throw away useful things. "
This is really a fallacy.
Bian asked, but smiled. An old face looked like a chrysanthemum in full bloom, and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay! This is yours from now on!"
He threw the cloth bag directly to An Rushuang.
An Rushuang caught it subconsciously, and then she slowly opened the cloth bag, and a slight light flashed out of the cloth bag. She slightly stunned and pulled the whole cloth bag away, but saw that it was long.
About a foot of silver needle bag, the silver needle inside is burning and shining in the sun, like a bright star.
"Silver Post?"
Ye Chengzhi was shocked, looking at the blank An Rushuang, anxious to the silver needle in her hand.
"Master, you didn't pass me the silver needle!"
He has been studying medicine with Master for four years, and now Silver Needle was bought by himself, and farts have not inherited one from Master!
Bian asked a glance at him, and said slowly: "She is a disciple of the ancestor, not the same. I have no extra silver needle for you, old man."
Ye Chengzhi looked at An Rushuang and his master, and asked very seriously, "Well, am I going to call her ... Uncle?"
Having said that, he has a ridiculous appearance.
An Rushuang pumped her lips, thinking of Ye Chengzhi's face calling herself ‘Uncle’ all day, she could n’t help but trembled, and the whole person was excited, saying,
No, you are
There are so many of us, we are called brothers and sisters ... "
"No!"
Bian Wen directly interrupted An Rushuang's words, and said very solemnly: "Since I have entered Bian's door, there must be rules. You are recognized by your ancestor as his disciple.
It's the sister I asked, as for Cheng Zhi ... "
He frowned and looked at Ye Chengzhi. Ye Chengzhi seemed to be out of nowhere, and said weakly, "I remember, Master, in the future, he will definitely be called Uncle."
I remembered that I was still asking my grandfather to let An Rushuang stay, and now I ca n’t wait to stun myself with a stick, why? Find yourself another ancestor! A division
Fu is not enough. Now that he has an uncle, will he have to call Uncle to a teenage girl in the future in front of Hongyu?
An Rushuang took the silver needle. Although she was very happy in her heart, she was also very uneasy. She could not help asking, "Old ... Brother, I do n’t know about medical treatment now, should I still not use the silver needle?"
Would you like to put it here, wait for me to use it later, and then retrieve it? "
She still remembers Bian Wen's jurisdiction over Ye Chengzhi, and silver needles would not be used until five years later, and An Rushuang, nowadays, can't say medical treatment, most of the herbs are unrecognizable.
She still wanted to control these medical foundations in her heart, but when Bian asked, she shook her head and did not pick up the silver needle bag. Instead, she reached out and handed the box to her.
There are points in surgery, he learns the technique of saving people, you learn the technique of killing people. The ancestor chose you as an apprentice, and I ca n’t teach you. Keep these for yourself. "
An Rushuang and Ye Chengzhi were both stuck in place.
Murder?