Chapter 1180

Lin Xuan's gloomy face is full of endless gloom. Although he has been practicing medicine for many years, he has seen a lot of difficult and complicated diseases, but he has never seen such symptoms as Qin poetry.

He shook his head and didn't answer. Instead, he held Qin's poems in one hand, and with the other hand, he reached out into the yiyanjia leather bag and took out several silver needles.

With the skillful technique of controlling Qi and nine needles, he stabbed at the main points of the whole body of Qin poetry.

For the present, only by controlling the poetry of Qin Dynasty can we find a way to find out why the symptom of Qin poetry is.

In Lin Xuan's hands, the nine needles of imperial Qi are completely between electric light and flint, sealing off the important acupoints of human body, such as Tanzhong point, Juque point, Jiuwei point, etc.

Qin poetry was still struggling to kick, with Lin Xuan's silver needle into the acupoint, she gradually stopped moving.

After that, his face became very pale and disordered.

However, she finally subdued the poetry of Qin Dynasty, and then she was quiet. Her body was paralyzed, and the kitchen knife in her hand was taken off and flew, "bang Dang" fell to the ground.

Luo Ping, Qin Zhenhua and aunt Tang are all relieved. The stone in their hearts finally falls to the ground.

Lin Xuan helped Qin Shi Shi Shi to sit down on the sofa. However, her eyes were still godless, her pupils were full of blood and scarlet, which still seemed a little terrifying.

"Lin Xuan, what's wrong with poetry? How did she suddenly become like this Luo Ping turns her eyes and stares at Lin Xuan fiercely.

That interrogative tone, as if in doubt, this matter is Lin Xuan move hands and feet the same.

Lin Xuan did not answer Luo Ping, but a pair of sharp eyes at Luo Ping.

Luo Ping did not dare to be too presumptuous.

In fact, these days, Luo Ping also gradually realized that the existence of Lin Xuan, his strength, may be far beyond her imagination.

Especially last time, Lin Yuan and Lin Yu, the second master of the Lin family in the imperial capital, came to the villa on the hillside and threatened Qin poetry.

The appearance of Lin Xuan directly makes Lin Yuan seem to be pinching an ant.

What's more, she also knows that Lin Xuan is the eldest young master of the Lin family, a top-ranking family in China, even if he abandons him.

The lean camel is bigger than the horse. It's not sure that Lin Xuan will return to the imperial capital Lin's house one day. Then, he immediately realizes a gorgeous turn, which is not the same.

What's more, Lin Xuan deals with Lin Yuan and his relatives and brothers in the family like Lin Yu, so he will shoot him to death as soon as he raises his hand.

Luo Ping also deeply introspective reflection, she thought, three years ago why Lin Xuan chose to join the Qin family?

And after entering the Qin family, all the people despised him. He could swallow such humiliation.

So, it can only be said that either Lin Xuan is really a complete waste; or Lin Xuan's strong and tolerant heart is by no means an ordinary person.

If a man can endure such humiliation, it is conceivable that his ambition and ambition are so great and the pattern in his heart is so broad.

Otherwise, how can we swallow such shame.

After such a consideration, Luo Ping's idea of Lin Xuan has changed more or less.

If you really look away, Lin Xuan is a really strong man. In the future, he will never have good fruit to eat when he remarries with poetry.

Luo Ping has always been an extremely selfish person. All her actions are driven by her own interests.

Therefore, when facing Lin Xuan now, she will also weigh, weigh, dare not too much.

Aunt Tang also stood beside her anxiously, looking forward to waiting for an answer from Lin Xuan, including Qin Zhenhua.

Lin Xuan sighed slightly and said, "poetry, she I can only temporarily seal her acupoints with a silver needle to make her quiet. As for her sudden symptoms, there is no definite result

"What do you mean?" Luo Ping blinks at beads, but still can't help asking.

Lin Xuan glanced at her. This time, he further explained: "judging from the pulse of poetry, her pulse is extremely disordered, and there seems to be a strange force in her body..."

He sank his face and said, "poetry has gone out these two days. Does he contact anyone?"

Aunt Tang thought about it and immediately replied, "poetry is basically at home, and I haven't gone out."

Qin Zhenhua also nodded.

"It's strange that if poetry only stays at home and does not contact people outside, how could this happen suddenly?" Lin Xuan could not help but take a breath.

Luo Ping suddenly in front of a bright, stunned asked: "poetry can be evil?"

"Zhongxie?"

Lin Xuan's expression of amazement made him feel a little depressed. Although he studied metaphysics with Qingming Taoist priest, he had read some about magic and seal characters from ancient books.

However, those records in ancient books should be lost, can they be passed down to the present?

Of course, this time, Luo Ping said so, but it is to give Lin Xuan new ideas and inspiration.If Qin's poems were really beheaded or cursed, it would not be so simple.

He squatted down beside the Qin poetry and put his hand on the pulse of Qin poetry. He checked the pulse of Qin poetry again.

If someone really lowered his head and cast a spell, then it should not be pulse disorder, but a kind of "supernatural power" existing in the outside world, or "magic" in common.

He slowly urged Yuan Li in the elixir field to gather at his fingertips. He tried to feel the symptoms of eight meridians and viscera in her body through the pulse of Qin poetry.

Pulse for a while, his face is more dark, as if before the storm, covered by dark clouds above the sky, extremely ugly.

His heart was even more dignified, because this time, he checked the pulse for Qin's poetry, and her pulse was even more stable without any sign of disorder.

She's almost like a normal person.

In other words, the reason why Qin poetry showed such symptoms was not that he was suffering from any disease, but that he might have been lowered and cursed.

Nei ~

Lin Xuan's heart was very dull. Who would it be?

Because he knew that if he was really attacked by someone, or his head was lowered, or a spell was cast, he could not be lifted until he could find the person who was casting the curse.

Even if it is rash rescue, a little careless, will be irreversible damage to the cursed.

Who on earth is so vicious?

How could he cast a spell on Qin's poems?

Is it Ji Jia?

They can't deal with themselves. They jump over the wall in a hurry and start with the poetry of Qin Dynasty?

Or is it the Lin family? Did Lin Yuan and Lin Yu want to deal with themselves by controlling the poems and poems of Qin Dynasty in order to get rid of them?

Lin Xuan kept searching in his mind, who is most likely to be the caster?

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