Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 66
Valley of the King of Medicine.

A young man was walking down the mountain. He tied his hair with a straw rope and draped it casually behind him. His clothes were washed cleanly, but they were also worn out. His chest was exposed, revealing the gnarled muscles underneath. , dressed like a quack, he was also carrying a spear, but a basket was hanging from the end of the spear, and the basket was full of herbs.

Another middle-aged man, who was neatly dressed and had his hair cut meticulously, was waiting for him below, in stark contrast to him, that man smiled: "Sikong Changfeng, people who don't know, thought you were Those who go up the mountain to fight don't look like little medicine boys."

"I'm not a little drug boy." Sikong Changfeng spat out the dog's tail grass in his mouth, "Xin Baicao, call me that again next time, be careful I'll knock you out with a single shot. Come on, it's all here, You see!"

Xin Baicao smiled, took the medicine basket, and picked it carefully: "I read it right, you do have some talent, and the medicine is not bad at all, according to what I told you yesterday Use the amount to boil the medicine."

Sikong Changfeng took the basket back dissatisfied: "I need to collect the medicine myself, and I have to boil it myself. I am quite tired from seeing this disease."

"Have you paid the consultation fee?" Xin Baicao asked.

Sikong Changfeng replied angrily: "No."

"That's it, you didn't pay the consultation fee, you can't pick the medicine yourself, boil it yourself? We saved your life and gave you a thatched hut to live in. Are you not satisfied?" Xin Baicao replied.

Sikong Changfeng carried the basket and walked towards the medicine stove: "Of course I am grateful for saving my life, but I have never heard of a doctor who saved a patient's life and asked the patient to stay and learn medical skills."

"You have talent, master, I don't want to waste talent." Xin Baicao followed.

"Why didn't I know I was talented?" Sikong Changfeng asked back.

"You should have died a long time ago with this heart disease. But you just read a few medical books and picked herbs to treat yourself, and you managed to survive. This isn't talent, what is talent?" Xin Baicao asked.

Sikong Changfeng was taken aback for a moment, and replied: "Heart disease? But I'm suffering from poison."

"Poison ass, do you think I can't see that this is a trick played by the warm pot of wine? You are poisoned on the surface, but underneath the poison is a serious illness that will die every inch of time. That guy with the warm pot of wine is mean-spirited and boring, I really doubt it Does he like me and always play this boring game with me?" Xin Baicao took out a Bingxin grass from her arms, put it in her mouth and chewed, "I'm not some strange doctor who saves one person and kills another, since If you can find me, of course I will be a doctor, you have been cheated."

Sikong Changfeng put the medicine basket on the ground, and thrust his spear into the soil with a flick: "Forget it, he also saved me."

Xin Baicao frowned: "You seem to have a particularly bad attitude towards your master and me?"

"I want to practice guns, not study medicine!" Sikong Changfeng said angrily.

"It's all the same principle. The so-called mastery of one method and mastery of ten thousand methods. If you have learned medical skills well, what's so difficult about marksmanship? Besides, as long as you inherit half of my mantle, you can go out of the valley. It's not difficult. I studied medicine at the age of 12. Half of my current achievements only took one year, and then it took another ten years to get to where I am now. After another ten years, I stopped." Xin Baicao sat down, watched Sikong Changfeng cook the medicine, "The same is true for learning martial arts. The further you go, the harder it is to make progress."

Sikong Changfeng turned his head and said: "What realm are you going further?"

Xin Baicao looked up at the sky: "The living dead, flesh and bones. Then it is not the medicine king, but the medicine fairy."

Sikong Changfeng frowned: "This can also be done."

Xin Baicao shrugged: "I don't think it can be done. The cycle of life and death, there is always a destiny in the world. As long as you don't die, everything has a chance, but if you die, it will disappear. Someone gave me a method, but I think this It's against the law of heaven, and it's not a real living dead, flesh and blood, so I plan to hide it and leave it alone. I have a junior, you haven't seen it, and he left the valley a few years ago. His talent is not inferior to mine, It's a pity that his wife died, but he couldn't bring it back to life, so he has been having troubles in his heart. What he wants to study now is the art of resurrecting the dead. When I saw him last time, he was already emaciated, and he was no longer human. It is always easy to fall into obsession if you want to delve into something that doesn't exist at all."

Sikong Changfeng nodded: "There is some truth in what you said."

Xin Baicao smiled and whistled, a pigeon flew down from the sky, and Xin Baicao took off the letter tube from the pigeon's leg: "I don't know who sent the letter."

"There are still pigeons in Medicine King Valley?" Sikong Changfeng was taken aback.

"Yes, there are always some people with great powers who can find my carrier pigeons, and then send some strange cases to me for advice." Xin Baicao opened the letter and said with a smile, "But this letter is for you. of."

"Mine?" Sikong Changfeng walked over and looked down.

"Sikong Changfeng, are you still alive?"

There was such a jaw-dropping sentence at the beginning of the letter, and Sikong Changfeng immediately knew the owner of the letter.The young master of the Xihou Mansion in Tangtang Town has learned from various famous Beili teachers since he was a child, but the words in the letter are so vernacular and vulgar.

"If you're still alive, don't come to Dongcheng to look for me. I'm going to Tianqi City, and I have a chance to drink my newly brewed wine."

Sikong Changfeng flipped the note back and forth: "Just a few sentences?"

Xin Baicao smiled and said, "This person is interesting, who is it?"

"It's what I told you, the only grandson of Baili Luochen in Zhenxihou's mansion, Baili Dongjun. But why did he leave Gandong City so quickly? Didn't he say that his family would not let him go to Tianqi City? ? Why did he go? Why didn't it be mentioned in the letter?" Sikong Changfeng put down the note, puzzled.

Xin Baicao glanced at him: "You care about him?"

Sikong Changfeng nodded: "I treat him as a friend."

"Inherit half of my mantle, and you can go to Tianqi City." Xin Baicao stood up, "When you were young, everyone wanted to go to Tianqi City, and everyone should go to Tianqi City once. It is a place where dragons and snakes are entrenched. It is also a place where young people ride the wind into the sky.”

Sikong Changfeng asked: "Did you also go to Tianqi City when you were young?"

Xin Baicao stretched her waist: "At that time, the emperor was ill, and the imperial hospital couldn't cure him. He killed ten imperial physicians in three days. I was sent by the master to make a doctor's visit. The emperor was dying inside the house, and he was ready to drag me out of the house at any time." The guard with the long knife, but I didn’t panic at all with the needle, and the emperor is also cured. As I said, as long as you don’t die, you can be cured here.”

Sikong Changfeng looked up in the direction of Tianqi City, and murmured: "I will go."

(End of this chapter)