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Then Guofu Minqiang sent the child's detailed information, including the child's weight, height, disease progress, physical condition, daily food intake, etc.

Yang Zhao copied the child's information and put it in his arms, then lifted the door curtain and broke into the ice and snow.

Now Lijing is in the midst of a snowstorm, with goose feathers and heavy snow swarming down with the strong wind, the beating people can't open their eyes, there are few pedestrians on the street, and there are very few vehicles and animals.

Braving the wind and snow, Yang Zhao found a large pulse-opening hall and asked if there was a suitable silver needle for opening the pulse.

The person who came out to receive her from the Kaimai Pavilion was a middle-aged man in a brown cotton suit.

"Guest, our silver needles are not for sale. If you really want to buy a magic weapon-quality vein-opening silver needle, you can go to a craftsman."

Yang Zhao had no choice but to disclose the news of the child's serious illness to him.

"I also know that it's embarrassing to ask you to buy wheat silver needles, but it's too time-consuming to find a refiner to make a set, and the children on my side may not be able to wait that long."

The middle-aged man asked, "How old is that child?"

Yang Zhao: "Three months."

The middle-aged man looked a little embarrassed: "To be honest, we have a few pairs of magic weapon grade silver needles here, but I don't know if they can be applied to that child, guest, you sit here, wait a minute, I'll go, please let me Master, let's take a look."

The middle-aged man recruited a waiter to offer tea to Yang Zhao, then turned around and went upstairs to invite someone.

In less than half a cup of tea, an old man with white beard and hair was led down the stairs by the middle-aged man.

The old man looked up at the wind and snow outside, and at Yang Zhaoshan's Xia Ri's unlined clothes, he already had guesses about her cultivation.

"I heard that a customer wants to buy a pulse opening silver needle from me?"

Yang Zhao quickly stood up: "Yes, please do it, sir."

The old man waved his hand and sat down with Yang Zhao. The middle-aged man turned around and stood behind the old man.

"A pair of silver needles can save a child's life, so how can I be stingy, but although I have three sets of silver acupuncture needles at the magical level, I don't know if I can get along with this child."

Yang Zhao took out the stack of paper filled with the child's detailed information from his arms, and handed it to the old man with both hands.

The old man reached out to take the paper, and lowered his eyebrows to look carefully. As a result, his brows became more and more wrinkled, and finally his expression was solemn, and his lips were slightly pursed.

"Guest, I can only disappoint you here. This child's situation is too critical, and his body is so weak. The three sets of Magical Artifact-level Meridian Opening Silvers in my hand are still too heavy a burden for that child." .”

Yang Zhao looked disappointed, stood up and was about to leave: "Mr. Trouble, I'll look for it in another pulse-opening hall."

The old man stopped her with his hand: "Hey, don't worry, my guest. I know that there is a person who has seven magic-level silver acupuncture needles hidden in his hand, and two of them are very high-grade. It is difficult for ordinary people to borrow them. I will write to you." A note may be able to help you a bit, and you can take the note and go directly to Hunchun Hall to have a look later."

Yang Zhao thanked him gratefully: "Thank you, old man, for your help."

"It's all for the sake of the children. It's a matter of convenience for me."

The middle-aged man standing behind the old man held the paper and ink winkingly. The old man quickly wrote a note, named Meng Qing, and handed it to Yang Zhao.

"Guest, go quickly. Seeing that the snow is getting bigger and bigger, you are going late. I am afraid that the closure of Hunchun Hall will make you wait another day."

Yang Zhao took the note, folded it carefully and put it in his arms, took the child's information, and asked the detailed address of Hunchun Hall before saying goodbye to the two and heading to Hunchun Hall.

The wind and snow outside were indeed even bigger. She pinched her hand with one hand and cast a spell of clear wind, blocking the wind and snow around her from the outside. Then she used the lightness technique and ran quickly on the street.

Flying is not allowed in Lijing City, so she can only use the lightness technique to increase her speed.

Fortunately, there are few people on this street, and Yang Zhao can run extremely fast without anyone blocking the way.

But Li Jing was so great that she had to run for half a stick of incense before arriving at the destination.

When she arrived at the entrance of Hunchun Hall, there was no one within a meter of the heavy snow. Due to the weather, the little guy in the Hunchun Hall store was planning to close the shop.

"Brother, please close the store, I have something to discuss with your store."

The clerk invited her to the room, took a look at the note she handed over, and then took the note and invited an old woman in a silver-red floral jacket to come out.

"It's a guest, do you want to lend me the silver needle for opening the veins?"

It seems that the old lady only intends to borrow, not to sell.

Yang Zhao: "Exactly, the child on my side is weak and critically ill, and can't wait for the refiner to practice, so I have the cheek to beg Ma'am, if you have any requests, you can just say it, and I will say nothing. "

The old woman is a smiley person: "There is nothing to say, everything is based on the child's life, please tell me about the child's situation."

Yang Zhao handed the materials collected in his arms to the old woman.

The old woman frowned after reading it again.

"It's not that I'm trying to shirk the guest, it's because the silver needle for opening the pulse in my hand is not symptomatic, so how about it, I'll also write a note, you go to my uncle's place to have a look."

Yang Zhao gratefully accepted the note, and took another step into the wind.

In this way, Yang Zhao ran back and forth in the city for a while in the snow in his cloak, and when it was getting dark, he found a young girl, so he had some hope.