Hmph! With your current understanding, you have been going up the mountain with me for two years, and you have memorized less than 8,000 copies of 10,000 medical books, and you don't understand pharmacology, so how can you talk about hanging a pot to help the world, cure diseases and save people!"

Zhang Changyong came in the door and saw Xiao Yun falling asleep with a medical book pretended to be opened, so he randomly took out the ring ruler inserted in his waist, snorted and slapped it on his shoulder.

"Smack!"

I could only hear a crisp crashing sound, which burst out in the silent grass hall, and Xiao Yun, who still had a harasser at the corner of his mouth, opened his eyes in an instant, baring his teeth and making a numb sound.

"Master, I haven't been endorsing in this cottage every day for two years, and you also let me go up the mountain to collect medicines, go into the valley to find spirits, learn acupuncture and moxibustion and other almost strict medical methods, and I can find time to memorize more than 7,000 medical books, which is already very remarkable!"

Xiao Yun squeezed one eye, with a worried look on his face that he hadn't woken up yet, and rubbed his hand on the shoulder that had been beaten by the master with a steel ruler, while complaining bitterly.

"Listening to your words, do you think that you have achieved a little success, or do you think that I am deliberately embarrassing you, when I took you up the mountain, it was you who said conclusively that you wanted to learn medical skills, and now this half-baked appearance, what are you talking about studying medicine!"

Zhang Changyong blew his beard and stared at Xiao Yun, his hand holding the ring ruler trembled, and the muscles of his forearm spasmed as if he was about to raise again.

"No, no, no, Xiao Yun didn't mean that, there is no doubt that Master is good for me, it's just Master, I've been away from Jiangzhou for two years, and I really can't give up in my heart......"

Xiao Yun lowered his head, and the forehead hair that had not been taken care of for a long time had spread to the tip of his nose, and it was always itchy when he touched his nose.

"Okay, since you're so worried about that girl, you can go, it's ridiculous to want to save her with the little fur you've learned now!"

Zhang Changyong burst out laughing as he spoke.

"Master, it's not that I want to get an axe to see Zi Yan, but I really don't know what her current situation is, her eyes are black!

Xiao Yun raised his head, and his two big black eyes were shining.

"You don't care what she looks like, if you don't have a skill now, even if you go out, who will care about you and look up to you, so hurry up and finish reading the remaining three thousand medical skills, learn some more in-depth medical science, and then think about other things!"

Zhang Changyong turned his back, and the steel ruler in his hand was loosened by his fingers and thrown to the ground.

"Yes, it's really harmless for me to go around here, so I'd better hurry up and practice medicine!"

After Xiao Yun figured this out, he immediately reached out and picked up the two-pound steel ruler on the ground, held it in his left hand and went down to the right hand, and suddenly the flesh and blood in the palm of his right hand were blurred, and before he could cry out for pain in his mouth, Xiao Yun immediately changed the steel ruler to his right hand and came towards his left hand.

"If one day you go down the mountain and meet an old man named Kong Dezhao, it will be the beginning of your hanging pot to help the world!"

Zhang Changyong had already walked out of the door, but when he heard the movement of the beating palm behind him, he suddenly stopped, but he didn't look back, just said such a sentence indifferently.

"Kong Dezhao, who is he!"

Xiao Yun's palms were open at the moment, the beads of sweat on his forehead were densely like dew in the autumn field, and several green tendons had climbed on his neck because of the exertion.

"If there are eight buckets of Chinese medicine, he Kong Dezhao has five buckets!"

The words that the master said before going out, Kong Dezhao's name was remembered in Xiao Yun's mind like an imprint, and he never forgot it.

At this moment, Xiao Yun was standing among the ridges, recalling the words that the master said to him in the grass hall on the mountain that day, his eyes couldn't help but widen, his lips opened slightly, like a fish in his throat but he was speechless.

"When I met Kong Dezhao after going down the mountain, it was the beginning of practicing medicine, what did Master mean by this sentence! Forget it, it's not early, I'd better hurry to Lingzhou, Sister Ruan must be in a hurry these days!"

Xiao Yun still couldn't help but talk to himself, but after a long time, he found that he couldn't think of anything, so he shook his head and figured out what to do next.

"Oh, by the way, my car is still parked in Matuo Village, just now this old man was in a hurry to pull me away, and he ran out of the village directly, and now he has to turn back again, it's really troublesome!"

Just as Xiao Yun was about to leave, he suddenly remembered that the black Bentley was still parked in the village, and now he could only walk another four miles and turn back to Matuo Village.

Not long after Xiao Yun left, under a poplar tree between the ridges not far away, Kong Dezhao slowly flashed out from behind the tree, his face was kind, at this time he held one hand behind his back, and the other hand twisted his beard to look at the direction of Xiao Yun's departure, showing a smile.

"Zhang Changyong, it seems that you have accepted a good apprentice this time, five years ago, you and I were almost killed by your last apprentice in the Death Desert, and now it is still shocking to think about it, and the trip to the desert in three months, what awaits Xiao Yun!"

Kong Dezhao's face rarely showed an old look, and this kind of choking after reading the vicissitudes of life was exchanged for being pushed into the ghost gate by someone close to him.

"Cai Pingbu, when I gave you the hanging pot, you wanted to put me and your master to death, no wonder Zhang Changyong often said that you have the ability to help the world, but you have no heart to help the world, and you are unwilling to give you the bag of help, and now, it is time for the hanging pot to be returned from your hands!"

Kong Dezhao's gentle and accustomed face, at this moment, his eyebrows were raised angrily to the sides, and after he finished speaking, the corners of his mouth also grinned.

In the old mansion of the Ruan family in Lingzhou City, the outside of the small red building on the second floor where the old man Ruan was located was lively, and there were two Ruan family members standing on the left and right sides of Ruan Ronghao, and Ruan Yu and Ah Wu who were standing in front of the arch confronted each other, but at this time, Ruan Rongfeng not far away also led two burly young men over.

"Yo, second uncle, third uncle, you are all here, but I don't know what you want to bring so many people in front of your grandfather's door!"

Ruan Yu glanced at Ruan Rongfeng, who had already walked less than five steps away, the corners of his mouth raised, and he smiled.

"Niece Ruan Yu, what do you say, what is a living person!"

Ruan Ronghao waved his hand, signaling his men on both sides to step back, and then walked out of the courtyard with his hands behind his back.

"Grandpa is still seriously ill and needs a quiet environment to recuperate, these people are shouting and screaming very angrily, they don't know what kind of heart you have here, second uncle!"

Ruan Yu was not afraid of him, and directly questioned him.

"Speaking of people, niece Ruan Yu, I don't seem to have seen this person next to you before!"