Daming Taoist Medicine

Chapter 3 First-class Yang Fan (Author: I am a bit obsessive-compulsive)

In desperation, Zhu Qingshan could only go in by himself.

But seeing water droplets in the room, the wooden barrel burst, the young Yang Fan was wet and unconscious.

Zhu Qingshan who has always been served by others, how can he serve others?Just hug it to the bed, cover it with a quilt and forget it.

Qinglian's red light has not disappeared, but seeing Zhu Qingshan looking at her with a mean smile, he can't help turning his back, such a cat and mouse, after several times, Zhu Qingshan can't help laughing, Qinglian can't help but embarrass , Angrily turned into anger: "It's obviously your fault, but you still laugh."

Zhu Qingshan gradually lowered his smile, his expression serious.

Qinglian's remaining heat was not dissipated, and she asked softly: "Your Master, are you interested in that young man?"

Zhu Qingshan nodded and said: "Young age, first-class state; reading and asking, predicting the disease; organ arithmetic, profound and strange; stone trails, practicing martial arts. Don't you think it's interesting?"

Zhu Qingshan said again: "It's just that this young man named Yang Fan has lived in the mountains for a long time, he is a little ignorant of the world, he does things a bit idiosyncratically, and his behavior is a little weird."

Qinglian nodded in agreement, "After being rescued by someone, just after eating and drinking enough, I can ignore other people's inquiries and close my eyes and fall asleep. When I was hungry, I ignored my own injuries and cooked by myself, and even cooked our share. Without exchanging pleasantries or greetings, he went to take a bath and soaked medicine by himself. It seemed that he thought that if he could do what he could, he would not open his mouth. In fact, I like this kind of temperament. Go to sleep when you are sleepy, know that saving your life is difficult to repay, so you just do it without expressing it."

Hearing what Qinglian said, Zhu Qingshan nodded thoughtfully.

At the bend of the mountain road, seven or eight people came to the island carrying poles, all the way unhurried and neatly arranged.

Here is a young servant, dressed in Tsing Yi, typical of servants.Zhu Qingshan watched these people put down their poles.

"I wonder if the little genius doctor is here?"

Zhu Qingshan sat quietly in front of the hall, drinking bamboo leaf green tea.

Qinglian said: "Rest in the room."

The boy said: "Please also report to the girl."

When Qinglian thought of meeting Yang Fan, she felt shy, wondering: "Should I take you there?"

Qinglian led the way, pushed open the door of Yang Fan's room and said, "He's inside." Suddenly aware of the danger behind her, her hairs stood on end, she immediately turned to the side, narrowly dodging the fatal knife.

He even heard the boy behind him yelling, "Do it!"

The boys standing beside the poles in the hall immediately pulled out their knives, forks, swords and axes from the poles, and charged at Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian.

The personable Zhu Qingshan didn't panic or panic, barely dodged a knife, and with a seemingly light palm, he sent the boy flying out of his body, and bounced back to the ground after hitting the wall, never moving again.

The little servant who assassinated Qinglian died even more quickly, but after saying that sentence, Qinglian grabbed her neck with a claw.

Immediately, there was blood like a pillar, and he died.

Zhu Qingshan opened the folding fan without changing his face, Qinglian quickly rushed from behind him, and returned to Zhu Qingshan with just a few flashes.

Look at those assassins, they just stood on the spot, neither advancing nor retreating, neither shouting nor screaming, when a gust of wind blew, they all fell to the ground and died violently.

There was a lot of noise outside, but Yang Fan in the room was still sound asleep, showing no signs of being awakened.

Zhu Qingshan couldn't laugh or cry, and said enviously: "If I can sleep well like him, I don't need to take those disturbing tranquilizers."

Qinglian waved her hand at Yang Fan's door, a gust of wind came out of her palm, Qinglian pulled back far away, and the door closed by itself.It can be seen that the realm is so high.

Zhu Qingshan looked at the corpses all over the ground, and said helplessly: "Why kill so fast, why kill so utterly? Why don't you leave someone alive and let's find out."

Qinglian said innocently: "You know that my martial arts are ruthless, so that is impossible. Besides, they are too weak. In my opinion, their target may not be us. If a group of second-rate killers dare to assassinate us, then I have reason to suspect that they are not here to kill us, but to laugh at us."

Zhu Qingshan laughed loudly, "I didn't expect you to be joking."

Qinglian said: "These killers should be targeting Yang Fan."

Zhu Qingshan nodded slowly, and said: "Then when he wakes up, ask him again."

As if sensing someone's call, a muffled murmur came from the room.

Qinglian said with a smile: "It really sleeps like a pig."

Zhu Qingshan said seriously: "Don't speak ill of others behind their backs."

Qinglian said, "Then I'll tell him in front of him."

Zhu Qingshan said with a smile: "That's very good."

After noon, Yang Fan finally woke up.

Seeing himself lying naked on the bed, he couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

Before he was fully dressed, he smelled a bloody smell, and he rushed out the door in a hurry, regardless of whether his clothes were not fastened.

But I saw Qinglian standing pretty in the hall, and Zhu Qingshan sitting quietly drinking tea.

Qinglian turned her face away, and said angrily, "Can't you get dressed first? What are you doing in such a panic?"

Yang Fan rubbed his head in embarrassment and said, "I smelled blood and thought you were in danger, so I got a little nervous."

Qinglian said: "Do you still know how to be nervous about others? I don't know who is sleeping like a pig. Waiting for your rescue, we will be gone yesterday."

Zhu Qingshan said with a smile: "If it wasn't for us, you would have already dreamed of hell. Do you usually sleep so deeply?"

Yang Fan blushed in embarrassment, and hurriedly explained: "New injury plus heartache, fatigue plus escalation, insomnia plus staying up late, confusion and bewilderment, these things are mixed together, either I can't sleep, or I can't get up, I just can't get up. Kind of."

Zhu Qingshan asked: "These assassins are looking for a little genius doctor as soon as they come, come and see these assassins, do you recognize them?"

Hearing this, Yang Fan immediately stepped forward to rummage, groped carefully, and searched earnestly.

Zhu Qingshan asked: "Did you find anything?"

Yang Fan said seriously: "Not many are found."

Without waiting for Zhu Qingshan to ask, Yang Fan said: "Eight people are only 57 taels of silver in general, which really discredits the profession of assassins."

Zhu Qingshan held his forehead and shook his head, speechless.

Seeing Zhu Qingshan's speechless appearance, Yang Fan couldn't help but smiled and said, "Actually, I know who wants to silence me."

Zhu Qingshan: "Oh?"

Yang Fan: "It's not the old king next door, Wang Xinyi and Wang Yuanwai."

Zhu Qingshan: "Why do you judge like this, and how can you be sure?"

Yang Fan turned his head and asked Qinglian: "Did the person who came just now only look for me, and didn't ask my grandfather?"

Qinglian nodded thoughtfully.

Yang Fan: "Then here comes the problem. Grandpa and I live in seclusion here, and we don't like to make friends. Grandpa's new story, who else knows besides the king who just came here? Do you?"

Zhu Qingshan asked: "Then why did he want to kill you? Because you couldn't cure him, did you want to kill you?"

Yang Fan chuckled: "Actually, I was able to save him, but I just didn't want to."

Zhu Qingshan looked at the greedy and selfless Yang Fan who happily touched the corpse and happily put the money in his pocket.At this time, Zhu Qingshan couldn't recall the words that he said that he could save but not, and that he didn't pay attention to the 1000 taels of silver.

Qinglian's eyes told Yang Fan that we need an explanation.

Yang Fan asked back: "Do you know what disease the old Wang next door has?"

Qinglian smiled sweetly and said, "Don't be a fool."

Yang Fan nodded and said, "He got smallpox, also called Tianliu."

Zhu Qingshan's hair stood on end and Qinglian looked at each other.

"You should know this kind of disease. Basically, those who get it will die. First of all, let me explain why I didn't cure him. It's not because of the silver, but because of the character of the king. He is selfish, extravagant and lustful, It’s good to look for flowers and ask willows, and change when you see a difference. If he comes with his wife and concubine, then I will save him.”

Qinglian wondered: "Why did you save your wife and concubine?"

Yang Fan: "Bringing a wife and concubine shows that he has a conscience, that he may turn his prodigal son back, and that after this catastrophe, he will make up his mind and work together with his family. How can a person who doesn't love his wife love the world?"

When Qinglian heard the latter sentence, her eyes became sparkling.

Yang Fan: "May I ask you two, if one person is saved but hundreds of people are harmed, should we save or not?"

Zhu Qingshan said: "Of course it cannot be saved, but is it exaggerating if you say so?"

Yang Fan waved his hand, "Scumbag men hurt ten women, ten women hurt half a hundred, and so on, the number is endless."

Zhu Qingshan thought deeply, and always felt that Yang Fan's strange remarks, although his views were sharp, were interesting.

Yang Fan said again: "As for him wanting to kill me, I'm not surprised. To protect his own reputation, killing me is inevitable. Moreover, from the perspective of human nature, people often don't hate people who can't save themselves, but I will hate people who remind themselves early and fail to save themselves.”

"Based on his character, if I can't save him, he will kill me. If I can save him, he will kill a donkey afterwards to protect his reputation."

Zhu Qingshan looked at Yang Fan seriously and said, "Originally, I misunderstood your willfulness and ignorance of world affairs. After hearing what you said, I suddenly felt that I was not sophisticated enough."

Yang Fan waved his hand indifferently, "It's okay, it's because Gao Fushuai's handling habits are affecting you. It's easy to look at other people and problems from a high place, which is somewhat ungrounded."

Zhu Qingshan suddenly felt that he was somewhat illiterate, and hurriedly said: "I can still make sense of the scumbag, but what is tall, rich and handsome, and what is down-to-earth?"

Yang Fan explained: "Tall, rich and handsome, generally refers to a man who is tall, rich in family, and good-looking. Usually, people ridicule other people's birth. It can also be understood as a particularly outstanding son of heaven, tall and talented; , learning rich five chariots; handsome, the talent of a general. As for down-to-earth, it means that you can play chess with the elderly, plant seedlings with ordinary people, and bargain with merchants. You can understand it as: pick up, pick up people and treat things; ground, down-to-earth; Be calm, be calm."

Zhu Qingshan: "Listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books."

Yang Fan laughed loudly: "Don't just study for ten years in vain." After speaking, he pointed to the human lying on the ground and said, "I'll take care of the funeral, you sit down first, and I'll make you dinner later."

Zhu Qingshan nodded seriously, took his time for a while, then turned to Qinglian and asked, "Am I not grounded?"

Qinglian is not hypocritical, said: "You are so tall, what you exude is naturally the weather."

Zhu Qingshan put his finger on his lips and made a silent movement, signaling Qinglian to be cautious in his words and deeds.

Zhu Qingshan's iron fan patted lightly on the palm of his hand, and ordered: "Ask someone to get rid of the king, such a malignant tumor, it will be poisonous if it stays." Qinglian bowed to accept the order, turned around and went down.

Hearing Yang Fan say that he was taking care of the funeral, he thought he was digging a hole, but he was dragging the corpse's feet towards the river while humming a little tune.

"What does he sing? It's so strange."

Qinglian next to her shook her head, and the two walked towards Yang Fan.

(End of this chapter)