my share eldest

Chapter 1 Going Down the Mountain
The top of Mount Huashan.

Tang X was lying on the ground and rolling: "I don't care, I have to eat hot pot as a teacher. If I can't eat hot pot, I can't live. Go buy it, and I will eat..."

"Where the hell do you go to eat hot pot in the wilderness!"

Seeing his master's rascal appearance, Tang Ming put on his overcoat cursingly, and galloped down the mountain in the flying snow.

But when Tang Ming turned back, the old man was lying on the ground.

Tang Ming threw the self-cooking hot pot beside the old man: "The hot pot is here, eat it, you old bastard!"

But Tang X didn't respond!

"Hello? Old man?"

Tang X still didn't respond.

Tang Ming stepped forward to check, only to find that Master's old injuries had flared up, his meridians were severed, and his vitality had completely disappeared.

And there are eight large characters left on the ground at the side: Your life experience, Songlan Liu's family.

Next to the words, is a marriage letter.

Tang Ming knelt down on the ground with a thud, tears in his eyes: "Old man, why did you die? It's agreed that I will take care of you until the end of your life!"

After a long time, Tang Ming got up and buried the master, cooked hot pot, and poured the hot pot on the grave.

He knelt down and kowtowed three times!
With heavy snow falling, Tang Ming packed his bags and left resolutely.

half an hour.

Tang X got up from the ground, pulled the hot pot ingredients from his face aside, and cursed:
"Well, you little bastard, I want to scald your master to death!"

"Oh, I'm stupid! You prodigal bastard, why did you pour out the hot pot! At least keep a mouthful!"

"If you don't pretend to be dead and force you, you won't go down the mountain!"

……

Tang Ming sat on the fast-moving high-speed train, the more he thought about it, the more something went wrong...

Tang X is immortal, is he really dead?

"Dude, are you sick?"

Suddenly, a sound interrupted Tang Ming's thoughts.

Sitting opposite Tang Ming was a middle-aged man. From the look of his bearing, he was the kind of rich and high-ranking person. Tang Ming had also received the task of protecting local tyrants before.

And the one who spoke was a tall, thin man sitting with the middle-aged man. He was well-mannered, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and looked like a scholar.

"?" The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, and looked at the tall and thin man sitting beside him with some doubts.

Did you provoke him yourself?Why are you sick?

"You are sick!"

Seeing the puzzled look on the middle-aged man's face, the thin and tall man repeated it again.

"Young man, what do you mean? Why am I sick?"

A sullen look flashed across the middle-aged man's face, but his good conduct did not break out on the spot, but he was already a little impatient.

"Your lungs were traumatized. If I'm not mistaken, you should have been a soldier before?"

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, his face slightly surprised, "How do you know?"

"Hehe, to tell you the truth, I'm a doctor! And I'm a Chinese medicine doctor. We pay attention to observation, hearing and questioning. My realm and level are relatively high. Just take a look and you'll know what your problem is."

The tall, lanky man pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and smiled.

"Oh? You are still a miracle doctor?"

A look of admiration flashed across the face of the middle-aged man!

His illness, he knew, was shot through the lobe of the lung by a bullet on the battlefield back then, leaving sequelae over the years, which made him often miserable!
Unexpectedly, this thin and tall man could tell at a glance, and he could also tell that he was a soldier!

(End of this chapter)