The Wizard of Medicine

Yan Zixiu sat down, put an exquisite wooden basket in front of him, and played "Five Hundred Miles From Home".This song is a country folk song in the United States, which is very pleasant to hear, with a touch of sadness, expressing the hardships of the journey of life-why do you want to start?Where are you going?

He is indeed a bit like the song sung now, working very hard, but he doesn't know the result.Lingxiang is ready, but how to set up a trap around Laomo Wenxing without alarming Laomo Wenxing?
This is a major event involving the lives of tens of thousands of people.Time is getting tighter and tighter, but there is no clue about the crucial step.

Could it be that the old devil's energy is not exhausted?Could it be that the catastrophe of the people in the world of cultivating immortals is not over yet?

As the music flowed, a sense of melancholy and helplessness permeated the surroundings after trying hard but failing, which aroused the resonance of many monks who came and went.

Although these monks can fly into the sky and escape from the ground, their future is more uncertain than that of Yan Zixiu.Yan Zixiu just couldn't find a solution for a while, but the future of these monks is extremely difficult.

The monks in the qi training stage do everything possible to break through the foundation stage, and the monks in the foundation stage want to break through the golden core stage.The monks in the Jindan stage want to break through to the Nascent Soul stage.But the reality is that within a few million miles, there are only a few Nascent Soul cultivators.It can be seen how difficult the road to immortality is.

Many monks stopped to listen to Yan Zixiu's playing.

The sound of the piano interprets two completely different scenes before and after:

On a clear and quiet morning, a young man with a dream in his arms left his hometown town and set off with a simple bag to go to the distant fairy city sect to find his dream. At the beginning, he was so proud...

Many years later, on a cloudy day, in the rainy and snowy winter afternoon, the young man who set out that year drifted for a long time, was tired and bored, and wanted to go home, but now he had an empty suitcase...

Although Yan Zixiu didn't sing the lyrics, the sadness in the tune and the wanderer's deep nostalgia for his hometown moved the audience.Many people were mesmerized by the memory and feelings that were touched.

Ding ding dong, one or two spirit stones were thrown into the wooden basket in front of Yan Zixiu.

One after another, there are two 300 yuan.

Yan Zixiu played it several times and took a rest.

People around began to discuss:
"It's nice. The melody is beautiful, natural and fresh."

"But why do I want to cry when I hear it?"

"Yeah, I feel sad too."

"I understand that this song depicts the melancholy of a young man who is far away from home alone in order to realize his dream, but cannot see success."

"Fellow Daoist, I have the same feeling."

"Isn't this what we are talking about? Although the homeland is hard to leave, the ambivalence of wanderers who have to stay away from their homeland because of the gap between their full ideals and the bony reality: people who are wandering outside, shoulder their ideals, and make vows Cheng returns to his hometown, but the road ahead is long, when will he be able to go home?"

"Oh, fellow daoist, you are really talented and eloquent. Admiration."

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"Little friend, what's the name of this song?" An old voice asked, it turned out to be an elderly monk in the middle stage of Qi training.

"Old man, the name of the song is "Fifty Thousand Miles from Home." Yan Zixiu didn't say "Five Hundred Miles from Home", because five hundred miles is too trivial for a cultivator to feel.Fifty thousand miles would take more than two months to fly for a Qi-training cultivator, and such a distance would make one feel like a wanderer.

"Little friend played well, and reminded me of many past events. It's a pity that I am old and frail now, and there is no hope of breakthrough in my practice. I am really like the boy in the song. At the beginning, I was ambitious, but now I am in a dilemma."

"That's right. There are too many hopeless people in the world of cultivating immortals." Yan Zixiu sighed, and was about to pack up the spirit stones in the wooden basket.

"Little friend, to tell you the truth, I just want to go home. But I'm short on cash, so I wonder if you can help me?"

"No problem. How much do you need, old man?"

"Little friend, my name is Zizhen. It is 50 miles away from my hometown. The travel expenses back to my hometown are estimated to cost [-] yuan of spirit stones."

Yan Zixiu gave him five and sixty yuan.

The old monk took the spirit stone and said, "Thank you, little friend. I will definitely pay you back in the future. But, but I still have a little girl..."

Yan Zixiu grabbed another 60 yuan and gave him: "Old man, is it enough?".

At this time, some people are already dissatisfied, thinking that this old guy is too greedy for asking for more.But the parties have generously given it, and it is difficult for others to say anything.

The old monk blushed and said: "I, I haven't finished talking, my little girl still has a friend. This time I finished talking, there is really no more."

Yan Zixiu gave him another five or sixty yuan of spirit stones: "I don't know if these are enough?"

"Enough, enough. Thank you, little friend."

"Old man, you are too much!" A thick man shouted at the old monk.

The old monk didn't say a word, put away the spirit stone, got out of the crowd and left.

"Fellow Daoist, you have been deceived. What he said were all lies." Someone said to Yan Zixiu.

"Oh, fellow daoist, do you know that old man?"

"I don't know, but it's obvious."

"Thank you for the reminder, Fellow Daoist. But if there is no evidence, let's put people in a good place first. What if it's really difficult." After Yan Zixiu finished speaking, he suddenly sensed that the Nascent Soul Fragrance in the Xiangguang Pavilion had moved.

He was about to go to Xiangguang Pavilion to check the situation, when someone shouted: "Boy, who asked you to play the piano here?!"

The crowd divided to the two sides, and three late-stage Qi training monks squeezed in from the outside, each of them was vicious and vicious, and it seemed that they were not kind.

"Three fellow Taoists, I have read the common sense of the market, and there is no rule against playing the piano." Yan Zixiu said calmly.

"There are no rules in Fangshi, but our brothers have rules!"

"Oh? What rules do you have?" Yan Zixiu asked.

"If you play the piano here, you must pay half of your income to us."

"Then did you write down the rules nearby?" Yan Zixiu asked.

"No."

"Did you get someone else to pass on the rules to me?"

"No."

"In this case, your regulations did not exist in this area before just now, so they are also invalid. Besides, even if you have regulations, what's the use of the market if you didn't open it?" Yan Zixiu said Be organized.

"You!" The three Poppis were speechless for a moment.

Many bystanders laughed.I feel that this little fellow daoist's questioning is reasonable, and it is relieving to say that the three rogues are speechless.

Yan Zixiu put the things in the storage bag: "Playing the piano requires a good mood, I don't want to play now."

"You can't go!"

"What's the matter? Do you want to use force?" Yan Zixiu's voice was a bit stern.

Someone persuaded: "Young fellow Daoist, the three of them are in the late stage of Qi training, and you are training at the first level, so don't cause trouble. Hurry up and leave."

Yan Zixiu cupped his hands: "Thank you fellow Taoist. Fighting is not allowed in the market, this is a rule. What can they do?"

Poppi was furious: "Okay, okay. You have the guts. I don't believe that you will never leave the market for the rest of your life."

"So what if you get out of Fangshi? The three of you together are no match for me." Yan Zixiu refused to budge.

Mo Hua, the owner of Xiangguang Pavilion, had heard the commotion and came out to watch.She wondered, what happened to Fellow Daoist Yan today?It doesn't look like he's a troublemaker.Don't say a word, isn't it over soon?
She wanted to see what was going on, so she didn't intervene.Behind her stood the pair of twin sisters that Yan Zixiu met when he was doing portraits in Raptor City.They are still dressed as men.

The three rogues discussed it through sound transmission, and the boss who took the lead said, "Okay. I will challenge you to the competition stage."

Fangshi stipulates that if there is a dispute that cannot be mediated, you can apply for a challenge on the competition platform to resolve the conflict.