Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 9: out of successes come from the mouth

It is said that Wang Shisong has an eccentric temperament and is difficult to get along with.

Although Wu Meng had submitted his apprenticeship invitation in advance through his relationship with the second prince, he was not sure whether he could achieve this relationship.

The current test, let's call it a test, although it is a bit weird.

But it was far smoother than he imagined.

He has picked a lot of moongrass over the years. Although it is restricted by the soil quality of the mountains, the medicinal properties are sometimes strong and sometimes lacking, and are erratic, but it is not difficult to identify them.

In the next few days, Wu Meng sat cross-legged in the front hall every night, pretending to be sleeping.

During the day, he swept the floor and watched Wang Shisong practice medicine.

After a few days, he found some clues.

Due to the remoteness of the area, patients who are able to make a special trip here often do not have mild symptoms.

In the realm of Jueshan, the illnesses are not minor, and basically fall into the two categories of martial arts injuries and martial arts injuries.

Among them, the number of injuries caused by fighting was particularly high.

Just after noon today, the attic door curtain flickered, and a thin and short figure rushed in.

"Doctor Wang, help me stop the bleeding!"

The visitor's voice was rapid and mixed with the sound of breathing, and one could tell that he was speaking with bared teeth and a grin.

Wu Meng took a look.

Good guy, it's not an exaggeration to say he's covered in bruises.

He was wearing a training uniform that looked like a beggar on a street corner. The skin underneath was torn and fleshy, and wherever the skin was visible, there was flesh and blood.

The most exaggerated thing was the thumb-long gap at the corner of the mouth, which almost reached the base of the ear.

This is a laceration caused by the Raikage Claw style.

Wu Meng thought for a moment and then reacted.

In other words, the hand of the same disciple.

He was making speculations in his mind. After a few breaths, there were small pools of blood at the opponent's feet, but Wang Shisong was still nowhere to be seen.

"Doctor Wang, help me! I am Meng Xiaolei, Xiaoleizi!"

The man shouted a few more words at the top of his lungs.

There was still no movement in the backyard.

Seeing this, Meng Xiaolei took half a step back with a grimace, leaned against the wall and sat down, drawing a line of blood on the gray stone wall.

"I'm dead...Jiayue...what should you do if I die!"

He murmured to himself, and when he talked about the pain, he actually started to cry "woo woo woo".

"Who is Jia Yue? She didn't even shed tears after being clawed so many times. Why is she crying now?"

Wu Meng came over with a medicine bowl in his hand, pounding it with a pestle.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Wu Meng did not answer, but squatted down to help the man debridement and stop the bleeding.

This is the first time he has done similar work. After all, the Medicine Classic is close to completion and his theoretical reserves are quite rich.

"Brother, are you a doctor too? Then I can be saved?! Ouch..." Meng Xiaolei burst into tears and laughed. Before he could say a few more words, he howled in pain.

“䱱……嗷……”

For a moment, the front hall felt like a pig was being slaughtered, with continuous howling sounds.

A stick of incense passes.

Wu Meng stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the weak Meng Xiaolei in front of him, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Seeing that you were quite energetic before, I took two taels less and swallowed the Xinhua. Naturally, it will hurt more, but it will also recover faster."

Meng Xiaolei forced out an expression that looked like he was about to cry without tears.

He barely pushed himself up and turned around to go out.

Not long after he left, he staggered in from outside the curtain.

"I'm used to seeing Doctor Wang, but suddenly I changed to a younger doctor. I almost forgot to ask the price, and..."

He pointed to the blood stains on the wall and floor: "I'll clean it up tomorrow. I really don't have the energy."

"It's okay, just follow Doctor Wang's rules." Wu Meng nodded.

"You belong to Doctor Wang..." Meng Xiaolei asked curiously.

"I see you are still interested in asking questions. It doesn't look like you have no energy." Wang Shisong suddenly walked into the front hall carrying a basin of water.

He threw the basin in front of Meng Xiaolei, and even the rags for wiping the wall were ready.     …”

Meng Xiaolei forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, but he didn't dare to reply and started wiping it off seriously.

Wang Shisong didn't even look at it, and turned back to the backyard.

"Hiss...what's your surname, little doctor?"

"My surname is Wu."

"Looking at your face, you must be not a disciple of Jueshan Palace?"

Wu Meng smiled and said nothing.

"What is your relationship with Doctor Wang?"

"..."

"..."

"How old are you? Are you married?"

In just one stick of incense, Meng Xiaolei asked more than a dozen questions like he was familiar with them, and the content was even more confusing.

Wu Meng's face turned a little dark, and she suddenly understood the reason why Wang Shisong brought out the basin of water.

Is this guy lacking any brain power?

Seeing that he was still chattering, Wu Meng said: "You haven't answered me yet, who is Jia Yue?"

As soon as these words came out, Meng Xiaolei's expression suddenly became wary.

"A...a friend..."

Wu Meng nodded and said no more.

"Aren't you curious about what kind of friend he is?" Meng Xiaolei asked.

"...Did you get beaten like this because you asked too many questions?"

"Of course not! I just asked casually, but the thief insisted on getting closer and said something. He suddenly attacked him and hit him more than 30 times in a row, but I almost managed to get out."

"..."

More than thirty moves.

Wu Meng finally understood where the wounds came from.

But he still had a trace of curiosity after all: "What did you ask me?"

Meng Xiaolei was stunned: "When I think about it...it seems...how old is your mother?"

Wu Meng looked at the huge gap at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly regretted meddling in his own business.

Maybe this wasn't Wang Shisong's test for him at all, but his original plan to kill this arrogant person.

After Meng Xiaolei left, Wu Meng lifted the curtain to blow away the smell of blood.

Looking at the restored front hall.

At least I can have a good night's sleep tonight.

Wu Meng spent the next half month calmly like this.

Probably because of his presence, Wang Shisong's visits to the clinic became less and less frequent. He spent all day in the backyard raising flowers and entertaining birds, but he still didn't talk much.

Regarding the Jue Yao Jing, probably because I have put my knowledge into practice more often, the bottleneck that was previously stuck before Dacheng was actually showing signs of loosening.

This is undoubtedly quite exciting.

After reaching Dacheng, Wu Meng can prepare the main ingredients of several elixirs and earn contribution points very quickly.

It would be of great benefit if one could learn the elixir recipe from Wang Shisong's channel.

By then, even if you leave Jueshan, it won't have much impact.

However, the prescriptions for Huanya Water, Yunling Cream and Qibu Sand are the core secrets of Jueshan Palace, and their confidentiality level is even higher than that of Liuhe Thunder Eagle Kung Fu.

In a short period of time, Wu Mengzhen didn't have much confidence that he could get it.

We can only take one step first and see one step at a time.

Another month of January flies by.

During this period, he only stood on the Thunder Eagle stake for an hour every night.

The money given by Xiao Minghuang was almost spent, so he received a sum of money for medical treatment at the medicine hall.

Barely able to maintain the consumption of Thunder Eagle piles.

The process of breakthrough to Dacheng in the Jue Yao Sutra happened unconsciously, and was far less dramatic than the breakthrough in martial arts.

(End of this chapter)