He glared at the two of them and waved his hand, ignoring them.

"This shopkeeper, I see that you have broad bones and thick eyebrows, and you are a blessed person, but at this time, I see that there are a few strands of black silk in the center of your eyebrows, and you should be careful these days." After all, the old man has lived for more than eighty years, and he should be downplayed, and he will not care about it.

"Roll ......"

If it weren't for his age, I'm afraid that he would have gone back to the shop to take out the knife, the people in the Tibetan area are fierce, and it is also reflected in the Tibetan knives carried by every family, it is said that many of them are opened by Buddhist temples, and they are extremely sharp.

One of the biggest differences between the Tibetan area and the Central Plains is that the several stores they are connected to are not like the Central Plains that exclude each other, but help each other.

Because it is relatively chaotic here, there are often unruly young people who bully the little master and forcibly collect protection money, and in order to survive, they can only be more ruthless.

Now.

Being rejected, the old man and the servant were disappointed, but they were far from despairing.

Coming all the way from remote areas, hundreds of villagers were credited, making them believe that the world is not without warmth.

The two are about to leave, whether someone takes an order or someone appreciates, they always need to eat when they are hungry.

Then.

Suddenly, a female voice came, and the voice sounded crisp and tactful: "Slow, old man, you go in with me, and I will pay for what you eat."

She doesn't look like a Tibetan area, but like a girl from the south of the Central Plains.

The old man nodded and thanked him without being surprised.

During the meal, I learned that the girl was a reporter in Tibet for a major news website.

After eating, the old man didn't say much, and took out the silver needle in the small medicine box to prick the girl, and originally felt that the environment in the Tibetan area was much more comfortable in the mountains and low itch.

The old man only needed two steamed buns, and he didn't charge money for boiling water, so it can be said that he did a small thing, but he didn't expect that the final beneficiary was herself.

It is difficult for many people to imagine that kind of oxygen-deprived environment, and you can assume that you will have that feeling of nausea and vomiting over time when the doors and windows are closed every day in a small room.

In order to repay the kindness, she showed the old man a clear way, and she once interviewed the folk walk in Lhasa, where there are top competitors, and no matter what industry can compete with each other.

As long as the strength is strong enough, the folk walk can give the best treatment, of course, you can also refuse, they will not object, the same courtesy, but it seems that from the current point of view, there are very few people who refuse to offer them generous conditions.

There are opponents, treatment, facilities, and status, isn't this what people live for?

Searching all the way.

There is still a large row of folk walking in Tibet, like a factory, with a unique and unique internal environment.

From a distance.

A middle-aged man came in a hurry, asked about the situation at the guard booth, and led him to a hall.

Although the old man felt that the world was full of magic, he always remained pampered and not shocked, but his little servant was deep in the mountains all the year round, lived in a civil engineering house, and the best car he ever sat in was a donkey cart.

sighed, the outside world is really wonderful.

The old man looked at it for a moment, and said calmly to the young man: "In Xia Sun Miaozheng, I have seen Your Excellency with the little servant Chu Jiu, and I heard that there are heroes from all over the world here a few days ago, and I came here today just to discuss with people in the apricot forest and make progress together."

The middle-aged man smiled and nodded, and asked, "Does the old gentleman want fame and fortune, or is it just a simple competition?" If it's the former, I need to arrange an arrangement. ”

The old man waved his hand again and again, "Don't hide it from Your Excellency, Lao Suo is dedicated to medicine, and now he has come out of the mountain, just to find a breakthrough." For the fame and fortune in the world, the old man does not dare to agree. ”

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and there are people of all shapes and shapes who come every day for folk walking, but not for fame and fortune, and it is not for nothing that they are simply learning skills, but they are very few.

For such people, he will maintain the respect in his heart.

After a pause, he said: "Since the old gentleman is only here to learn, then I will now invite a famous doctor to ask for a few tricks."

Soon, a middle-aged man came with an old Chinese medicine doctor in his sixties and seventies. After being introduced, it was learned that it was the famous king of northern medicine in China - Gong Qicuo, who was unparalleled in the world with his medicinal skills.

Now, it has been taken in by the people.

The two old men gave each other hands, but they took the middle-aged man as an example, and wrote down his big and small problems on a piece of paper.

Of course, it doesn't matter if he wins or loses, what matters is the opponent he meets.

One left and one right, with two fingers on each side, after a hundred seconds, they almost got up together, picked up a brush and wrote on the white paper.

After a few moments, he stopped what he was doing.

Both of them stepped back, neither looking at each other's answers. The middle-aged man picked up two pieces of white paper and smiled bitterly, the eight sizes were exactly the same, moved his mouth, looked at the two nervously, and asked softly: "I really have so many problems"?

Looking at the black and white words spread outward, the two were stunned, smiled and nodded, and both had a feeling of sympathy for each other in their hearts.

Later.

Gong Qicuo glared at him dissatisfied, and said lightly: "Let you quit drinking, quitting smoking, and quitting women, you have to take my words as wind in your ears, who can blame you?"

The middle-aged man smiled embarrassedly, people live for a lifetime, if there is a lack of good wine, good tobacco and beautiful women, then what is he fighting for?

Suddenly, Gong Qicuo was coughing violently, he was a famous Chinese doctor unparalleled in the world, but he didn't expect that he was sick all over his body.

Lao Su was stunned for a moment, looked at his face seriously, and said in surprise: "Brother Gong, this is ......"

Gong Qicuo shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Does my brother know the spring color of Merlin"?

Lao Su nodded: "The coldest thing, the first in the world."

Merlin Chun is a kind of grass, one foot three inches long, recorded in ancient medical books, it is only produced in the cold land, because its branches and leaves are like a beaded plum blossom and get its name.

But this grass is yin to cold, not to mention that it rarely exists, even if it is known, no one dares to use it as medicine.

Eyes lifted to look at him.

Gong Qicuo nodded, sighed: "I am a pharmacist, the biggest wish is to taste a hundred herbs like Shennong, and constantly improve pharmacology, once heard that people found a novel plant like plum blossoms in the high mountains of Tibet, I searched all the way, the sky does not live up to me, although I have already prepared to take the dragon grass of the sun, but still can not completely expel the plum forest spring toxin in the body." Fortunately, it was the people who walked by and saved me, otherwise I would have frozen to death even if I hadn't been poisoned. But now I'm a cripple, and when I'm a little tired, I'll cough hard. Dude, I have to go back and rest."

As soon as he gave his hand, he was about to retreat, and the old man thought about it again and again and followed, although he could not completely rule out the spring color of Merlin, it is said that Lin Hai, who was the first in the world, listened to the waves and was unparalleled, and he didn't know if he could suppress the cold poison of Meilin spring.

But in the vast world, the legends of thousands of years ago say that you can find it.

For several days, Sun Miaozheng has been wandering in the palace Qicuo room and his own room, although they have not known each other for a long time, but they cherish each other, and when they are free, in addition to playing chess, they are all exploring medical skills.

When it comes to all-encompassing, the two draw inferences that often benefit each other a lot.

This evening.

Chu Jiuzheng was looking at the TV curiously, thinking that there were people inside, and he almost broke the TV to save people, but after the middle-aged man's explanation, he understood a little, but it made him amazed and surprised.

Lao Suo is reading in the bedroom, which is a short practice, and when he encounters Gong Qicuo, it is like a boy and a child, and it is difficult to find a confidant.

"Bang Bang Bang", three knocks suddenly sounded outside the door, so that the sound of the TV was not loud and could be heard clearly by Chu Jiu.

When the door was opened, it was the middle-aged man who had brought them in.

Summoned Sun Miaozheng out, and the middle-aged man stopped talking.

After a while, he squirmed and said: "Old man, I won't tell you, I passed on the Lin Hai Tingtao you said a few days ago to the headquarters, and someone from the headquarters really passed back the message, according to the rumors of a high-ranking monk, in the pure land of Tibetan Shambhala, there are all kinds of herbs, even spiritual grass, and the palace doctor may be saved."

Lao Su was overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "Then what are you waiting for, hurry up and pick it back for me."

"But ......" the middle-aged man frowned and said: "Shambhala is not an ordinary place, although we have deciphered its existence, but there may be dangers, we are not afraid of ordinary things, we are afraid of some poisonous gases, hidden weapons and the like, because Mr. Gong is in poor health, and I hope that Mr. Sun can accompany him, rest assured, we will definitely protect your safety, just to avoid unnecessary losses, and then Mr. Sun can show his superb apricot forest skills."

Shambhala, also translated as "Shangri-La", which means "to hold peace", is the mythical world of Buddhism, the birthplace of the Kalachakra teachings.

There has always been skepticism about the existence of Shambhala, while Buddhist scholars believe that Shambhala is a fictional paradise.

The Tibetan historical records of Shambhala are very detailed: Shambhala is located at the west end of the middle of the snow-capped mountains, round like lotus petals, surrounded by snow-capped mountains, from the snow-capped summit to the forest at the foot of the mountain, growing all kinds of flowers and herbs, large and small lakes are dotted, lush grass, green trees, and many spiritual sites.

In the center of the palace stands the magnificent palace of King Garobo, and in the center of the palace is the residence of various kings, who have many ministers and armies, and can ride lions, elephants, and horses.

The people here live and work in peace and contentment, from the kings and nobles to the common people, all believe in Buddhism and worship the Three Jewels......

But the existence of Shambhala remains a mystery to this day.

I don't know how much manpower and material resources were spent, but they finally determined the correct address of Shambhala, but it was definitely not for Lin Hai to listen to the waves, as for what it was, it was soon known.

I originally thought that with Gong Qicuo, their chances of winning would be much greater, but I didn't expect this old man not to go out of the house, but out of the factory area is to die or live, if it wasn't for a little ability, he would have blasted out of the folk walking.

Folk walking does not need to collect waste products.

Fortunately, now there is a miracle doctor who is no less than Gong Qicuo, Sun Simiao's descendants, although they have not known Gong Qicuo for a long time, but the two are incompatible, I believe that as long as it is for Gong Qicuo's illness, Sun Miaozheng will definitely not refuse.