Chapter 37

Luo Qi was not angry at Du Xiaoli's truthfulness and said, "anyway, you were the last one to save me, weren't you?"

"I don't like people who owe me a favor, and I don't like people who owe me a favor. I took one hundred Liang out of your silver. It's my expense to save you. The rest of the silver is put at the end of the bed. Remember to take it when you leave when you're well hurt." Du Xiaoli said.

Luo Qi smiled and didn't answer.

I have to say that Luo Qi's body is surprisingly good. Although Du Xiaoli used traditional Chinese medicine and silver to treat him, the effect is very good, but the speed of his recovery even Du Xiaoli was surprised. Two days later, his wounds began to scar, and he was able to sit up.

"Do you see what's coming?" Du Xiaoli came to the room with a medicine bowl. He saw Luo Qi leaning against the bed and looking through the two books and asked.

"This should be a martial arts script." Luo Qi put down the book, took the medicine bowl and said.

"Martial arts script? Is there really such a thing?" Du Xiaoli picked up the book and read it. Isn't that something that will be shown on TV?

"Of course, it's just a little." Luo Qi drank the medicine and said, "like those experts, they have practiced scripts."

Are Han Mingyi and them, too?

"Oh, can I practice?" Du Xiaoli asked.

"Do you want to practice martial arts?" Luo Qi asked.

Du Xiaoli nodded. In fact, what she wants to practice most is lightness skills. Although the starting point is to go to the mountains faster in the future, that's also the goal, isn't it? As for other martial arts, in this feudal dynasty, knowing a little martial arts can be regarded as an extra talisman.

"Try this flute, can you play it?" Luo Qi handed her the flute by the bed.

Du Xiaoli thought that Luo Qi wanted to see if she could play the flute. As a result, the flute played casually and sent out several intermittent notes. In my previous life, I was best at Guqin and piano, and flute was poor.

Luo Qi looked at Du Xiaoli in surprise. Just now he tried to play the flute, but no matter how hard he tried, the flute just didn't sound.

"It seems that you are a predestined friend of the flute." Luo Qi smiled, picked up a book, handed it to Du Xiaoli and said, "I haven't learned this martial arts, so you can only learn it by yourself."

Du Xiaoli took the book, opened the cover and saw that there was a woman with a flute in her hand. She looked carefully and found that the flute on the painting was the one in her hand.

She turned to another page, which was written in big characters "wind blowing snow".

"The wind blows snow? What martial arts is this?" Du Xiaoli asked. Why did she think of Simon blowing snow?

"It's a martial art that attacks people with sound waves. Unfortunately, I can't remember it now, but it should be a very powerful martial art," Luo Qi said.

"It should be. It doesn't look like you can see anything." Du Xiaoli said, and then continued to look back. Several pages are about the flute. Then there is the method of cultivation. The first part is the method of internal power cultivation, and the second part is the method of attacking with music. Then there are some music scores.

The last page of the book reads: "this is not that, this is also that, haunting each other, inextricably linked, idealistic and unique."

"Countless, idealistic only..." Du Xiaoli closed the book. At this time, she still couldn't understand the meaning of the last sentence, but it's still early, and she doesn't have to force herself to understand it right away.

She looked at the flute again. Was the martial arts created by the former owner of the flute?

"You should be interested in this one." Luo Qi waited for her to finish reading the book and handed her the second book.

"Huh?" he was so sure he would be interested? Du Xiaoli opened the cover, and there were only two words on the title page: "medical skill, regularity is medicine, saving people; negative is poison, killing people. One Yin and one Yang, one negative and one positive, life and death are related, and positive and negative depend on each other."

Luo Qi is right. These two words alone have aroused her interest!

Then she looked again. The middle of the book was divided into two volumes. The first volume was about medical skills, and the second volume was about poison skills.

"You give me all these things?" Du Xiaoli asked.

"I've lost my memory now, and I don't know who I am. You say someone is chasing me, so I want to live with you before I recover my memory?" Luo Qi said. "Otherwise, when I get well, I don't know who is dealing with me. I'm in the light, the enemy is in the dark, and the danger will be overwhelming."

Um——

The feeling is to regard this as the accommodation fee! Du Xiaoli thought and then said, "my life here is very hard. I want to farm. Don't expect me to serve you like a servant!"

"OK," Luo Qi said with a smile.

"Alas, my brother must have a meal when he comes back." Du Xiaoli thought of Du Xiuheng's temperament and couldn't help shivering. When he comes back from the holiday, he must not be able to escape a scolding.

With the resources to practice martial arts, Du Xiaoli began to study the book "wind blowing snow" that day. First, he carefully read the introduction to the flute in front and found that it was similar to his previous life's teaching of flute fingering. He quickly turned over and went directly to the later skill chapter. After studying it for a while, he began to practice according to the book. But I tried it several times, but I didn't have the feeling of warm abdomen as mentioned in the book.

"Is it because I can't accept martial arts subconsciously?" Du Xiaoli murmured. Although she had learned many things in her previous life, they were all based on the use of science. For those phenomena contrary to science, such as lightness skills, she thought it was impossible in her consciousness, so she never touched the threshold of lightness skills. Thinking of her previous life, Du Xiaoli suddenly felt sad. When she died, she didn't know if anyone would be sad for herself. She didn't think about it. She never thought about finding a way back. This is the sorrow of rootless duckweed. Suddenly she saw the flute on one side. She gently picked it up, rubbed the small hole with her fingers, and her thoughts drifted away. Then she put the flute on her lips and began to play slowly. At the beginning, she just played some single notes disorderly. After finding the hand feeling of her previous life, the flute gradually connected into the famous song "Liang Zhu" of her previous life. When she learned the song, her mother often let her play it. Now think about it, she lived so many years in her previous life and never fell in love. Her life is dark, love does not belong to her. Luo Qi listened to Du Xiaoli blowing in the next room. At first, she thought she was playing, but when she came back, she became more and more fascinated. The skillful skills and the feelings brought by the sound of the flute made him doubt whether the beautiful flute was played by the little doll. Han Mingyi was lying in the courtyard at dusk when he suddenly heard a sound of flute, which made his eyes open and listened carefully.