Fake Mechanic

Xiang Yu caught a glimpse of Mu Yuehai standing up from the corner of his eye, and he knew that the person who came could not be someone else, but the famous imperial doctor Dong Fengren.

However, this middle-aged man who seemed to be in his early forties turned out to be a cripple.

The right sleeve is fluttering, and the hand is gone.

One-armed doctor?Xiang Yu suddenly felt like falling into an ancient martial arts novel, so he was a little distracted.

"Teacher," Mu Yuehai saluted respectfully, "It's been a while since I've seen you, teacher's white hair is more obvious."

Although the middle-aged man's face does not look old, his temples are dotted with gray spots. He waved his hand and replied with a smile, "Cure is a labor-intensive task, as you know. This is... "

"My friend is also my future brother-in-law." Mu Yuehai gave Xiang Yu enough face when he introduced him. Yuehai didn't introduce his name, knowing that he didn't know Xiangyu's name or Yin Tianchou's name, so he generously reported his family name.

Surname Xiang, first name Yu.

Dong Fengren squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the fat man up and down, then said with a smile, "Okay, okay, it's rare to hear that you have made a friend. I thought you would have no other interests in your life except that sword. ,good."

The first half was for Mu Yuehai, but when he said the last two words, Dong Fengren's face turned to the fat man. These two words were said simply, clearly in a tone of appreciation.

Fatty looked a little hairy from his eyes, he was obviously a middle-aged man with white hair and a smile on his face, but in Fatty's eyes, it seemed as if he had met him in his previous life. But the other party has changed his appearance, and he is no longer the same as before.

This feeling of right and wrong makes Xiang Yu a little confused. It's the first time we meet each other, how can I have such an impression?

Wei didn't know what she was busy with, and she didn't say much all day. After Dong Fengren appeared, she suddenly said, "Do you think it's possible that he is also a dragon?"

The fat man said disapprovingly, "No, you think the dragons are domestic cats and dogs, and you can see them everywhere, and if it is really the blood of the dragons, even if it is a clone, as long as I get close, I will have a sense. It does look a little weird, but I didn't realize that he has something to do with the Dragon Clan. Why do you suddenly ask like this?"

The image of Wei's black dress and long skirt appeared in the void in front of Xiang Yu's eyes, she was also a little confused, stared at Dong Fengren, and said, "I don't know, I have been thinking about the chip design, and Lu Xun came up with it." I think there are still some areas that can be improved in the anti-surveillance schematic diagram, so I have blocked the sensory connection with you, but as soon as this person appeared, I felt something was wrong, so I came out."

"What's wrong, you just say it straight."

"It's just because I can't tell what's wrong, so I feel something is wrong." Wei glared at Xiang Yu angrily, and said, "I don't care about you, anyway, you should be careful, let Temujin help you if necessary, I will continue to go Look at the drawings."

Because he couldn't tell what was wrong, he felt that it was wrong. This kind of extreme idealism did not make Xiang Yu feel ridiculous, but a sense of fear arose in his heart.

It is indeed not easy for Dong Fengren to be able to alarm Weidu, who has blocked external contact , Could it be that this imperial medical sage is also possessed by the soul of a high-ranking dragon?

But what Wei said was right, with Temujin around, even Mo Lewen couldn't do anything to him after being protected by Ye Di's armor, so there shouldn't be any problems, the fat man was relieved when he thought of this.

The middle-aged man on the side obviously didn't know that the fat man had so many thoughts when he met him, and said to Mu Yuehai, "Is there something important to come here this time? If it weren't for the many patients waiting today, I would have come here long ago." gone."

The fat man thought that Mu Yuehai would reveal Mo Lewen's assassination plan, but he just shook his head, saying that there was nothing else to do, and brought his friends over to have a look.

Dong Fengren chuckled, and said meaningfully, "That's even more rare. I've almost done the work at hand. If you're not in a hurry to leave, then stay and cook for me. I haven't tasted your craftsmanship for a long time. It should be improved again."

The fat man was a little speechless, this teacher is really rude, the apprentice who hadn't seen him for a while went back to the teacher's school, and when he opened his mouth, he didn't have a meal together, but you cook for me...

But Mu Yuehai readily agreed.

Dong Fengren narrowed his eyes again with a smile, turned his face and said to Xiang Yu, "You probably haven't tasted his craft, but you will know that if he didn't learn swordsmanship, he would be famous in Qingcheng as a cook."

This sentence seemed to have guessed Xiang Yu's slander at the moment, which made Fatty's heart tighten again, and Wei's reminder popped out again.

I didn't eat anything at noon, and I don't know where to fill the bowl of sliced ​​noodles in the morning. In addition, Mu Yuehai's craftsmanship is really good, so the fat man was not polite, and asked Mu Yuehai with a smile, "Can I order it?" No food?"

The shameless words of hitting a snake with a stick brought Mu Yuehai a helpless wry smile, but Dong Fengren stretched out his one arm and gestured approval to the fat man.

Fatty saw it, and thought that even if this guy was a dragon, he probably wasn't a scheming conspirator like Mo Lewen.

He ordered eight dishes in one go, but Dong Fengren still said that the kitchen had ingredients, so Mu Yuehai was completely reduced from a sword master to a chef, and obediently went to prepare the ingredients, leaving Fatty and Dong Fengren watching the afternoon summer outside Fengrenju. The wind blows the large apricot grove in front of you and rolls layers of green waves, which is relaxing and comfortable.

I'm not familiar with it, and I don't know what to talk about.

The fat man was silent for a while, then turned his face to look at Dong Fengren's sleeve fluttering in the wind and said, "Since Mr. Dong is my brother-in-law's swordsmanship teacher, he must be very good at it, how can he..."

The middle-aged man smiled lightly, his eyes still stayed far away, as if he could see the scenery of the imperial capital from here, "When I was young, I was full of vigor, and it was inevitable that I would fight with others, but in the end I gave him an arm. It was a long time ago gone."

"Abandoning the sword to practice medicine? It's also a matter of life."

"Hehe, not necessarily. Killing and saving people are sometimes the same thing. There is no such thing as giving up or giving up. It's just that he was quite talented in this area back then, so I taught him for a few days."

If Mu Yuehai hadn’t heard from Mu Yuehai that he had cured illnesses for three years and learned swordsmanship for seven days, Xiang Yu would almost have thought that the man in front of him was pretending to be thirteen, and how could he teach a Qingcheng Sword Master in just seven days? No matter how talented the apprentice is, it's impossible, or are you bragging about yourself?

But the facts are in front of his eyes, and Xiang Yu can't find a chance to slander, but when he thinks that Mu Yuehai, who seems to be busy in the kitchen now, is actually very conflicted in his heart, and he doesn't know whether the food he cooks can maintain a consistent standard. , I laughed at him before saying that he would not be in the mood to cook, but he was immediately forced into the kitchen by the man next to him to be a chef, and he sighed with emotion.

Dong Fengren glanced at Xiang Yu, walked to the nearest apricot tree, picked an apricot and threw it to him, "Taste it."

The fat man looked at the somewhat green fruit in his hand, and asked in confusion, "Isn't it ripe yet? It's ready to eat."

A meaningful smile appeared on Dong Fengren's face again, "Fruits are naturally delicious when they are ripe, but sometimes you may not be able to choose the best time to pick them, isn't it?"

Fatty was stunned. These words were obviously referring to the choice Mu Yuehai was facing now. He actually knew in his heart that he was a member of the Federation, and perhaps he had already prepared for it. One day, he would be pushed away by the irreversible hand of fate. In front of Tie Qingyao, facing the past that cannot be changed, maybe he didn't answer, but he just didn't want to make a decision too early.

Thinking of this, the fat man looked at the green apricot between his fingers, and looked suspiciously at the middle-aged man standing under the tree who was still smiling at him, and couldn't help crying out in his heart.

That's not right, Mu Yuehai obviously didn't mention this, why does this person have an expression of knowing it all the time, and use metaphors to wake him up...

Who is he?