The old man's laughter startled Yan Murong.

This old man, when he speaks, suddenly laughs so loudly.

While complaining, Yan Murong was also secretly frightened.

Although he didn't know where the old man in front of him came from, and he didn't know what he wanted to do when he wanted to see him, Yan Murong heard a little unusual.

The appearance was plain, but the laughter was so arrogant - what made him even more unpredictable was that there was a faint hint of murder in this laughter.

Yan Murong thought, Zhang Fei and Zhang Laosan probably scared Xiahou Jie to death with a killing breath, right?

"Come, sit down." After the old man laughed, he motioned for Yan Murong to sit down before he said. "You don't know who I am, do you?"

Isn't that nonsense? Yan Murong muttered in his heart - I don't know how to tell fortunes, how do you know which way of the great god you are.

"I'm your master." The old man said suddenly.

"Old man, don't make trouble, let's get down to business." Yan Murong said with a wry smile. "I'm not a sesame official, what are you doing with a master?"

For Yan Murong's words, the old man was not angry, but smiled. "You boy, with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, have the same virtue as your master—but he is inferior to you in terms of trickery. Not bad, not bad, you're good. ”

Yan Murong was depressed and wanted to die, do you always praise me or scold me? Why does it sound so awkward?

Suddenly, Yan Murong was shocked in his heart.

What did he just say? Do you have a virtue with your master?

"You—do you know my master?" Yan Murong asked in surprise.

"Do you think I'm going to lie to you?" The old man said with a strange smile on his face. "Xiao Miaozi has been okay all these years?"

No way? Little seedlings? Yan Murong was shocked again.

That's right, anyone who can tell him about his master's surname must know him - but why does this little seedling sound so strange?

Could it be that the old man used to be a civil servant in the palace?

No, no, the old man was only in his sixties, and even if he cut it himself at that time, he couldn't enter the palace as a civil servant.

Fortunately, the old man is just a doctor, not an immortal, otherwise if he knew that Yan Murong was slandering him so much in his heart, he would definitely be struck by a heavenly thunderbolt and directly killed this evil apprentice.

"I said, I'm your master." The old man looked at Yan Murong with a stunned expression and said with a smile.

Touts? Touts!

Yan Murong muttered a few words before suddenly waking up.

Damn, the old man is not the secretary of the county official, but the master of his own master.

The old man even has a master? Damn, I always thought he was self-taught.

"This—your old noble name?" Yan Murong asked cautiously.

"Haha, it looks like you still don't believe me." The old man said with a laugh. "You kid, you have a lot of eyes, I found you, will I lie to you? - Besides, such a large green garden is mine, you say, what do you have to deceive me? ”

Is Emerald Garden his?

Yan Murong suddenly found that his surprise in the past few minutes was even more than his surprise in the past twenty years.

He had also heard that the owner of this Cuiyuan was very mysterious, and almost no one knew who it was, but Yan Murong knew that if he could become the owner of the Cuiyuan, his status would definitely not be low.

"The old man's surname is Hua, and a single name is a victorious victory."

Yan Murong was shocked - I damn it, painting the saint, this name is really arrogant.

However, the next sentence from the old man almost made Yan Murong's jaw fall.

"The old man's name is Hua Sheng, Hua Tuo's Hua, and the victory of victory." The old man said slowly. "The thirty-sixth generation of the ghost doctor."

The nine words "the thirty-sixth generation of the ghost doctor" were like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, making Yan Murong Zhen stupid. He's got a head full of mush right now.

No wonder, no wonder the old man has the Green Capsule Sutra, no wonder the old man knows the eight needles of the ghost door, it turns out that the old man's master is the descendant of the ghost doctor Hua Tuo - in this way, the old man is the thirty-seventh generation of the ghost doctor.

According to this algorithm, then he is the old man's apprentice, and he is the thirty-eighth generation of the ghost doctor?

Damn, I'm making a lot of money.

Yan Murong's face flushed with excitement, but he suddenly thought of a question - how did he become a thirty-eighth generation heir?

Thirty-eight, thirty-eight? Damn -- that's really not a good number.

"Why, do you want to call Master yet?" Hua Sheng looked at Yan Murong with a dull expression and asked with a smile.

Hearing Hua Sheng's inquiry, Yan Murong woke up like a dream, and his body hit a spirit, so he immediately knelt in front of Hua Sheng, and said after a big gift of three kneels and nine bows. "Disciple Yan Murong, meet the master."

"Haha, you kid." Hua Sheng laughed loudly, grabbed Yan Murong's arm with one hand and gently supported him, and Yan Murong felt his body stand up involuntarily.

"Now, there's no doubt about it, right?" Hua Sheng asked with a smile.

"This—" Yan Murong hesitated for a moment and said. "Master, I don't understand why you would take my master as an apprentice - he is not surnamed Hua."

The reason why there is such a question is that Yan Murong knows that in this kind of thing, it is all passed on in a single line, and it is passed on to men and not women, how can it be passed on to a person with a foreign surname.

"I know what you're thinking." Hua Sheng said with a smile. "I have no children or daughters under my knees, but this medical skill cannot be lost - Miao Jiang's little doll is extremely talented, so I simply accepted him. I didn't expect that after so many years, he already has a disciple, and what makes me happy is that you, this kid, are even more talented than him. ”

"Hehe, I can't help it, I was born." Yan Murong said shyly.

"You kid, Flim Tongue." Hua Sheng smiled happily. "Say, if you have any doubts, don't hold back, just say them all - since I have brought you, I will naturally tell you everything you want to know."

Yan Murong smiled, without the embarrassment of being told to be said, picked up the purple clay pot on the table and poured a cup of tea for Hua Sheng, and asked. "Master, I want to know, how many stitches can you use in the eight needles of your ghost gate?"

Hua Sheng took a sip of tea, and did not immediately answer Yan Murong's question, but said slowly. "One needle, help the wounded. Two needles, condensing the soul. Three injections, life extension. Four needles, back to the yang. Five needles, yin and yang change. ”

Suddenly, Hua Sheng raised his head, looked at Yan Murong and asked. "You should know this, right?"

"I know." Yan Murong nodded, but he was puzzled in his heart. Why did you suddenly ask about this.

"It's good to know." Hua Sheng smiled, looked at Yan Murong and asked. "Do you know what the sixth shot is?"

ps: A week is going to pass again, and tonight after twelve o'clock will be on the list again. Long Night is now in my hometown, and I can only code words in the Internet café, so I can only come to the Internet café every afternoon, so I can book the flowers for tomorrow in advance.