Fake Mechanic

Xiang Yu did not see the fire.

After eating sliced ​​noodles, and having a showdown with Mu Yuehai about Mo Lewen's background and intentions, Mu Yuehai sat there in a daze for more than ten minutes without speaking, motionless like a statue.

Then Mu Yuehai came back to his senses and left the Juggernaut mansion with Xiang Yu, just missing the fire.

Mu Yuehai took Xiang Yu to a place.Although he didn't say anything, Fatty knew that Mu Yuehai's heart must be extremely restless at this moment, completely opposite to his appearance, so he didn't speak.

The two are like old friends who have had a tacit understanding for many years. Wherever you go, I will accompany you; if you don't tell me, I won't ask anything.

Standing at the edge of an apricot grove on the outskirts of Qingcheng, Mu Yuehai pointed to a eaves in the middle of a sea of ​​tens of thousands of apricot trees and said, "That's where I met the emperor, and then I survived."

The wheat is yellow and the apricots are ripe. It is already early summer in Qingcheng, and the apricots will be harvested in half a month.This large apricot grove is already covered with half-green and half-yellow fruits on the branches. Even on the side of the road, you can smell a fresh and light fragrance, which is the unique smell of fruits that are about to ripen.

Xiang Yu took a few deep breaths and asked curiously, "I don't understand one thing. The Federation is supposed to be decades ahead of the Empire in technology. Why did the Federation find a way to cure diseases that cannot be cured here? Could it be that the Federation All the doctors here are unscrupulous quacks who only love to take kickbacks from drug dealers?"

Mu Yuehai didn't answer his question, but just said go, I'll take you to meet someone.

Passing through the dense fruit forest, the two came to the curved eaves. There were already many people waiting outside the antique building in the morning, and Xiang Yu could tell at a glance that many of them were The faces were worried, but there was a bit of joy and expectation vaguely, and there were many sick and frail people, supported by relatives and friends around them or even carried by stretchers and wheelchairs, waiting outside the house, from time to time. I tiptoed into the room and looked twice. Everyone was very well behaved, and few people spoke loudly.

A rumor he had heard in his previous life suddenly jumped into Xiang Yu's mind, and the fat man couldn't help blurting out, "Dong Fengren?! Could it be that this house is Dong Fengren who learned from the ancients in his hometown and didn't charge money for medical treatment? He only needed to plant three apricot trees ? When did he come to Qingcheng?"

Mu Yuehai nodded with a slight smile, it seemed that when he came to this place where he was reborn, the previous entanglement and distress had dissipated a lot, and his mood began to become clear.

Mu Yuehai looked away from the building, turned around and asked, "Do you also know about Mr. Dong, the imperial doctor?"

The fat man suddenly realized that he had slipped his tongue. Dong Fengren was already well-known seventeen or eighteen years ago, and he didn’t charge money for curing illnesses and saving lives in his hometown. As long as the cured person planted three apricot trees in his hometown, it was quite interesting. The genius doctor of the ancient earth era, Tie Xiaotian, who was far away in Qingcheng at that time, was busy with government affairs and fighting with the Federation. He just casually said something about this matter that spread to his ears. I didn't care.

Now that I am a human being in a lifetime, I have seen these ten thousand lush apricot forests in the outskirts of Qingcheng. It seems that ten years is enough to change a lot of things.

The fat man scratched his head, laughed twice and said, "He is so famous, and I'm not deaf."

Mu Yuehai didn't delve into this issue, but said with great emotion, "Mr. Dong used the herbs he picked and prepared for his own treatment. Now it's no longer difficult to travel between the stars, and the types of herbs are far better than before. He The new book "Fengren Materia Medica" contains more than [-] kinds of various herbs, if it was placed in the ancient earth era, it would already be the second Shennong."

The fat man grinned, and asked half jokingly and half seriously, "I just want to know, he doesn't charge a penny, does he rely on eating apricots to fill his stomach every day?"

Mu Yuehai glared at him angrily, "Since he came to Qingcheng after the death of Emperor Xiaotian more than ten years ago, Emperor Qing specially built this Fengren Residence for him to live in, and ordered the Department of Political Affairs of the Imperial Capital to worship it every month. Rice grains, fruits and vegetables, as long as Mr. Dong saves people for a day, you don’t need to worry about food and rice, so don’t talk nonsense.”

The fat man winked and smiled, and changed the subject, "Then shall we go in and have a look?"

Mu Yuehai nodded, "Since we're here, of course we want to visit Mr. Dong, but we still go through the back door."

The fat man froze.No, you are a majestic sword master of the empire, facing a large group of old and weak soldiers waiting to see a doctor, you actually jumped in the queue in a grandiose manner?

But in the next second, he realized that what Mu Yuehai was talking about was really the back door, but it was the back door of Fengrenju.

After entering, only one apprentice came over with two cups of tea and signaled them to wait in the living room, but no one responded.The little apprentice didn't look at the two of them seriously at all, and he didn't recognize that Mu Yuehai was the current Imperial Sword Master, but Mu Yuehai could hold his breath, obviously it wasn't the first time he "enjoyed" this kind of treatment.

"This is your back door." The fat man took a sip of tea with a wry smile. His mouth was filled with a strange taste. It turned out to be a special herbal tea, which almost made him spit it back into the cup. "What is this?"

"Heart clearing tea, specially prepared by Mr. Dong, it reduces fire and clears heart, it is very suitable for you and me."

"Didn't you bring me here just for this cup of tea?"

Mu Yuehai put down his teacup, looked around at the familiar furnishings in the living room, and said slowly, "I lived here for more than two years, and now I don't know how many batches of apprentices have changed. Although Fengrenju is hungry Immortal, but it is definitely not a place where young people can feel satisfied."

Seeing that Mu Yuehai finally started talking, Fatty calmed down a little, thinking that I told you all about Mo Lewen's plan to kill Tie Qingyao, and you brought me here without saying a word, could it be You can't make the right choice in your mansion, so you have to drink a sip of Qingxin tea and reminisce about the past?

While slandering, the puzzled fat man picked up the cup again, and just after taking a second sip, the strange taste in his mouth disappeared, replaced by a very faint aftertaste, and then his limbs and bones were tingling. There was a burst of relief.

Seeing that the fat man's eyes widened and he wanted to say something, Mu Yuehai nodded and said, "Some things can only be understood after the second try. Unfortunately, I saw many people who came to visit back then. Take the cup. It's a pity to have this cup of tea."

"Have you really lived here for two years?"

"Well, two years, three months and seven days. In the first two years, I could barely move. I was no different from a disabled person. In the last three months, I began to recover my body functions."

The fat man frowned, and asked casually, "What did you do in the last seven days, creating a world?"

Mu Yuehai knew that he was joking about the creation of God in the ancient earth era, "I found that you still know a lot about those things in ancient times, but I only did one thing in those seven days."

"what?"

"Learning swords." Mu Yuehai spit out two words lightly, looked sideways at Xiang Yu and said, "Few people know about this, but Mr. Dong is actually my teacher in the way of swordsmanship."

"..."

At this moment, the fat man just woke up like a dream, opened his mouth and nodded repeatedly, and finally let out a long voice, "So you are not self-taught?"

Mu Yuehai smiled and said, "There is no one who knows it from birth, at least I haven't seen it yet."

The fat man lowered his eyes and answered inwardly, "I don't know if I'm counting or not, reincarnation with the memory of the previous life, in a sense, it should be known from birth."

"Since you are his apprentice, why don't you just go to him and sit here and wait."

"Don't worry, if what you said is true, it will happen in two days," Mu Yuehai said with a serious face, "I have to deal with some things before I can answer you what I will do. "

Since Mu Yuehai said so, Xiang Yu can only wait patiently in this apricot forest with him.

Unexpectedly, Dong Fengren is actually Mu Yuehai's swordsmanship teacher, a doctor who saves lives also knows how to kill people with swordsmanship, and the apprentice of the Imperial Medical Saint has become the Sword Master of Qingcheng. Much to Xiang Yu's expectation.

This wait was from the morning to the afternoon. The fat man who was so idle wandered around in the living room for countless times, tried everything he could see and touch. The time was like putting it in the refrigerator at night The layer of oil soup around the leftovers has condensed into lumps.

Just when Xiang Yu couldn't stand the huge living room, just two of them were sitting blankly, and one of them was always holding a teacup and a glass of water and drinking for a long time without farting, it seemed that the card would never be opened The door was finally pushed open, and a fourth living person appeared in the hall after the little apprentice who had poured a cup of tea and disappeared.

When he looked up and saw the man, the fat man froze.