"Fourth Elder!" Nan Shiying called respectfully.
"Xiao Luan, how old are you this year? Do you have a girl you fancy? If not, what do you think of the little girl from yesterday? The one who stared at you so intently? That little girl's name is Qing Ning, she is the disciple of your Uncle Hui, Ji Feng's disciple. Although her talent is average, she is good-looking and lively. Or do you prefer younger ones? Then Qing Yuan…"
Seeing the old lady getting more and more outrageous, Nan Shiying quickly interrupted her matchmaking attempts: "Fourth Elder, I already have a wife."
The Fourth Elder's voice caught. She tried to find traces of lying on the other person's face, but looking into his deep and clear eyes, the Fourth Elder simply couldn't doubt him further. His eyes were so clear and pure, how could he be lying?
Alas, why does he already have a wife!
The Fourth Elder sighed.
"Oh, so clear, so pure~"
Back in the room, Old Du continued to imitate the Fourth Elder's regretful and exclamatory words, his face filled with speechless mockery, as if to say, "Is the Fourth Elder blind?"
Clear, pure, incapable of lying?
Which of these words described Nan Shiying?
That old lady was indulging in wishful thinking. Seeing that he stubbornly refused to take on disciples, she came up with a plan to "besiege Wei to rescue Zhao," trying to keep his unfortunate disciple in Medicine King Valley through matchmaking, thereby allowing the Second Peak to branch out. But the old lady was wrong from the beginning, terribly wrong. If she wanted to play matchmaker, she should have at least introduced men to her!
Nan Shiying's eyelids twitched. This old man had become more and more troublesome since returning to Medicine King Valley!
Picking up his teacup, Nan Shiying poured herself a cup of tea and drank it with lowered eyes, completely ignoring the old man's crazy behavior. Old Du, seeing her like this, felt it was no longer interesting and pulled up a chair to sit beside her.
Five days have passed. She didn't know if the people of Medicine King Valley had discovered that the coffin of the Great Yuan Empress had shattered into pieces. And yesterday, she had taken the pulse of several elders; she didn't know if anything had been diagnosed. She only knew that her disciple had been hiding her true strength yesterday.
"No!"
Nan Shiying shook her head, then felt her answer was not accurate enough, so she added, "Further indirect verification is needed."
Nirvana could lead to rebirth, but if Nirvana was re-extracted from her corpse and applied to a living person's body, no one knew what changes would occur, nor if it could be diagnosed by pulse-taking. There were too many unknowns, so Nan Shiying could not draw a conclusion for the time being. All she could do was try her best not to let Si Teng and others see her true abilities.
Old Du pressed his temples. The medicine of Nirvana was rarely mentioned, even in ancient medical books. It likely belonged to a certain faction or individual. To find a reference was harder than ascending to heaven, unless the Empress's corpse still had residual tissues, otherwise… it would likely be impossible to diagnose.
"Are there any other methods?"
Old Du asked.
Compared to Old Du, Nan Shiying did not have too many emotions. Before coming to Medicine King Valley, she had already prepared for the worst.
Nan Shiying picked up the teapot and poured Old Du a cup of tea. She watched the tea flow into the cup, listening to the sound of the tea colliding with the cup. When the tea filled the cup to about seventy percent, she put down the teapot, looked at her reflection in the tea, and from this angle, only half of Old Du's face could be seen. She lowered her eyes and answered in a calm voice, "Yes!"