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It's just that these people rarely appear on weekdays, and they are all busy with their own affairs, from folklore or incomplete historical books, little by little to make up for the Chinese literature that has been lost in the long river of history.

The eighteenth courtyard of Wenxing, and the Chongwen Academy is the most, there are the most literary masters here, but the atmosphere in today's Chongwen Yuan is a little dignified, there are seven old people sitting in the tea room, all gray-haired, the oldest one, sitting in a chaise longue, with a thin blanket on his legs, and the other six people looked at the newspaper on the table, frowning and silent.

"Elder Zheng, aren't we going to make a move?"

I don't know how long it took, someone couldn't help but speak to the old man who was pretending to sleep in the recliner.

It's just that the old man didn't answer immediately, and the other people looked at each other and wanted to speak, but they just looked at the old man, and finally held back, but this old man has too high a status in today's literary world, but he is too old, and when he is fine, everyone rarely comes here to disturb the old man's rest.

You must know that this old man is the only great Confucian in the world today, and he is famous in the world, and it can be said that it is a living history of China.

After a while, Zheng Lao slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, scorching, not old at all, twisted his head, looked at a few people around him, and said with a smile: "Anyway, a few of you are also a famous Wenzong now, why are you still as calm and frizzy as when you were young." ”

Dare to say a few old people, now the whole of Huaxia is just this one, a few people are not angry, but smiled and nodded to accept.

You must know how many people outside want to see this old man can't, and he can listen to the old man's teachings in person, what a great honor, but everyone knows that there are not many days like this, and the old man's health is getting worse and worse after the beginning of spring this year.

But when I think about it, I am relieved, after all, I am a hundred and eight years old, and it is already very good to be able to have such a spirit.

The old man who asked the question before said with a smile: "Zheng Lao, what you taught is this, but you also know a few of us, see Hunting Xinxi, you don't know how we felt when we saw that article, there are not many young people who like ancient literature now, and the writing is so good, the key is that it is also very relevant to the theme, if this little guy is really improvised, then you say, such a person is now being criticized by those people together, can we sit still?" ”

Several other people nodded their heads and said yes, although Wenxing Academy is high above and is a literary holy place in the hearts of the entire Chinese people, but it has been quite green and yellow over the years, except for a group of old guys, young people can no longer see it, and now it is not easy to produce such a good seedling, and it is strange if there is no hurry.

"Wait."

Elder Zheng just replied like this.

What are you waiting for?

If others dared to say this, the six of them would have been anxious, but since Zheng Lao said so, then they could only be obedient and follow the old man's wishes.

"Then you should rest first, and we will get busy first."

Zheng Lao closed his eyes and nodded, indicating that he understood.

But before the six people left the room, an old man rushed in the door, holding a newspaper in his hand, and shouted as he ran: "Something's wrong, something is wrong." ”

"Xiao Li, Mr. Zheng is resting, be quiet."

Someone reprimanded.

The person who came was almost sixty years old, with gray hair, but when he heard the reprimand, he immediately closed his mouth obediently, a room of seven people were seniors, six in their eighties, and one in their hundreds, but they didn't dare to have an accident, but when they thought of the news in the newspaper, they still spoke in a hurry, but their voices were much quieter, "Oh no, that little guy has an accident." ”

"Which little one?"

Someone was still angry, so the tone was a little unpleasant.

"It's the new star champion this time."

"What?"

At this moment, the six of them were no longer calm, they grabbed the newspaper and read it, and then only saw the headline, and the corner of their eyes jumped.

"The new star champion was attacked again, seriously injured and unconscious! 》

"What's going on?"

Zheng Lao opened his eyes.

Several people glanced at each other, but the old man who spoke earlier spoke, "Elder Zheng, we can handle a little thing." ”

"Little rabbit, lie to me and be tender, give me the newspaper." Seeing that a few people were a little hesitant, Zheng Lao lifted off the thin blanket, stood up and repeated it again.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry."

Several people hurriedly stepped forward, patted their backs, and beat their legs, lest Zheng Lao's body be in trouble.

The newspaper was handed to Mr. Zheng, he picked up the reading glasses on the coffee table next to the chair, put them on and read the headline, and was silent.

Zheng Lao didn't speak, but he frightened a few people, but fortunately, it didn't take long for Zheng Lao to speak, "Xiao Li, this is what happened the day before yesterday, how is that student doing now?" ”

The old man who brought the newspaper hurriedly replied: "I heard that my head was hit from behind several times, the doctor has issued a critical illness notice, and I also heard that the family took out all their savings and bought a large number of imported medicines, but the effect was not good, and the experts of the Guanzhong Provincial People's Hospital have given up." ”

"Gave up?" Zheng Lao's voice suddenly rose, and he patted the arm of the chair and shouted, "How can they give up?!" Ahem......"

"Elder Zheng!"

"You're an old man."

"That's it, take care of your body!"

Everyone hurriedly spoke.

After his breathing stabilized, Zheng Lao spoke again, "Go, call me that kid from 'Saihuatuo'!" ”

"Good!"

When the old man who had come with the newspaper heard this, he hurried out.

Wenxing Eighteen Hospitals, Huatuo Yuan are the holy hands of Chinese medicine in China, and its president has learned through the ancient and modern, and has the reputation of Saihuatuo, even the national leaders are indispensable to ask him to help regulate the body.

The dean's surname is Qi, and he likes to study all kinds of herbs the most on weekdays, and the most regrettable thing for him is the "Yellow Emperor's Neijing", "Medicine King Chapter", and "Compendium of Materia Medica" disappeared in the previous wars, and once made a vow that he would rewrite a book on the medicinal properties of herbs with the strength of his life, and leave it to future generations.

When Lao Li came, Dean Qi didn't pay attention to it, and continued to sort out the herbs, recording them from time to time.

Seeing Dean Qi like this, Lao Li was anxious, "It was Elder Zheng who called you over!" ”

At this moment, Dean Qi finally raised his head, threw down the things in his hand, picked up the medicine box on the table and went out, complaining as he walked, "You Lao Li, if there is anything next time, can you directly say that if something happens to Zheng Lao, can you afford this responsibility?!" ”

Hearing this, Lao Li was stunned, what happened to Zheng Lao? It's just a call to pass. But I didn't explain much, it's good to make this old guy anxious, who told him to pay attention to no one except Zheng Lao on weekdays.