"We Fu doctors are not afraid of getting drunk, because they will ......"

"Ahem, he's still a student, so it's better not to drink." Daoist Qingyun interrupted his junior brother's words.

In fact, he didn't interrupt, Zhang Yang also knew what Uncle Shi wanted to say, it was nothing more than pure yang true fire that could expel wine through sweat and other methods, although it couldn't be said that a thousand cups were not drunk, but the amount of alcohol was amazing.

"What's wrong with the students? Eighteen years old is an adult, can't drink isn't it a joke from others? Qing Lingzi frowned, and said to his senior brother unhappily.

"You ......" Qingyun Daoist actually directly retorted against himself, and his angry mustache turned up and he couldn't speak.

……

"Master's uncle's words are reasonable, it's rare to be happy today, I'll learn to drink a little, just accompany my master and uncle, don't laugh if you drink too much."

Zhang Yang's words were not offended by either of them, and he also had a respectful and flattering and modest tone, which made the two of them very useful.

"Well, well! But when you go back to college, you can't just go out for a drink. Daoist Qingyun nodded slightly, and after a word of advice, he agreed.

"Got it, master."

Zhang Yang agreed casually, smiled and picked up Moutai to fill it for the two of them, poured half a cup for himself, and continued: "I salute my master and uncle with a cup." ”

"Yes, okay."

……

The three of them raised their glasses together, and the aroma of Moutai was permeated, making the room even more joyful.

"Zhang Yang, this time the master arranged for you to go down the mountain because he wanted you to learn more knowledge and see more of the world outside." After getting back to business, Qingyun Dao spoke earnestly.

"I know the master, and I also want to carry forward our Fu Yi Sect." Zhang Yang's flattering answer also said that he always remembered his master's teachings and entrustment.

"Alas! There are only three of us left in the Fu Medical Sect, how can we carry it forward? ”

To his surprise, Daoist Qingyun actually sighed, his tone was full of frustration and continued: "We are just a small sect, and we are listed as feudal superstitions, it would be good to be able to pass on our medical skills. ”

……

Zhang Yang was speechless, he also thought that his master and uncle had just lived in Danxia Mountain for a long time, although he occasionally went to the town below to treat people, but he didn't know anything about the situation in the metropolis, so he let himself go down the mountain to study for the sake of the future of the master.

Listening to what he meant now, he was very clear about his master's situation in the outside society, which made him wonder about the master's original intention of letting him go down the mountain at that time.

Of course, he also knew very well in his heart that it was not easy for the master to carry it forward.

Even if the original Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament cured his brain death, he declared himself to be a person from Fu Yimen in front of the media, but how many people would pay attention? Even the next day's report was a passing one, and no one cared at all.

"You can't stay in Danxia Mountain all your life, sooner or later you have to go to the big city to live, so that you can have a better future."

"Why can't I be in the teacher for the rest of my life? You can, why can't I? ”

It is undeniable that although Zhang Yang has long been tired of the days of Danxia Mountain, he has grown up here since he was a child, and he is still full of feelings.

He felt that the meaning of the master's words was to drive himself off Danxia Mountain......

"It's a different age."

Qing Lingzi held the wine glass, took over the conversation and said: "How poor we were at that time, let alone going to school, it would be good if we didn't starve to death, so being a soldier and finding a teacher to apprentice is also to survive." ”

What he said is also the truth, and it is a true portrayal of the poverty in China back then.

"Then you can go down the mountain now, and live well with your medical skills and those formulas of yours?"

Zhang Yang thought of a hemostatic powder formula, and completely turned Haitian Group into a profit, although Feng Yanran has a good way of management, but without the formula, how can there be today's glory?

If they rely on their medical skills and formulas, they will definitely live a prosperous life and enjoy their old age......

"Decades have passed, we are all old men, and it is more uncomfortable to go down the mountain, and it is better to be more comfortable in Danxia Mountain." Qingyun Dao Chang spoke.

"Yes, we're just trying to be clean now."

Qing Lingzi drank a cup of Moutai, clicked his lips, carefully tasted the taste of the wine and continued: "And you are different, you are so young and have high qualifications, it would be a pity if you were buried in Danxia Mountain, and it was also the sin of me and your master." ”

"But with the master's and uncle's superb medical skills, wouldn't it be a pity to be buried in Danxia Mountain?" Zhang Yang said with a hint of flattery in his tone.

"Don't we still have you as an apprentice? The Nine Reincarnations Soul Rejuvenation Needle Method and the Pure Yang True Fire have all been taught to you, with your intelligence, as long as you don't be lazy and practice a little, you will definitely surpass the master on holidays. ”

"And my drug formulas, I have long kept you in my heart, I don't know if you have memorized them?"

Uncle Shi also put away the past dirty, and continued seriously: "This time I will go down the mountain, I will write you a few more, these are Uncle Shi's decades of hard work, the formula is very cheap, remember not to hand it over to profiteers or people with bad intentions, otherwise it will only become a bargaining chip for them to make money, and they will be scolded by the people for selling at a high price." ”

……

Zhang Yang was completely speechless, he was still worried that Uncle Shi would be furious after he gave away the formula, but listening to his words at this time, he was very generous.

Is Feng Yanran a profiteer? The cost of hemostatic powder is very low, but after adding artificial production and advertising investment, is the current price considered high?

He was a little confused, but one thing was certain, the hemostatic powder made a lot of profits for Haitian Group......

"Thank you, Master, Uncle." Zhang Yang was very moved in his heart, and this time he thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

Since childhood, the two have never talked to themselves so seriously, probably because they feel that they have to leave for a long time, so they will say these words in their hearts.

made Zhang Yang completely subvert the image of the two of them in their hearts......

"How many days are you going to stay in Shimen this time?" After a pause, Qing Lingzi suddenly asked.

"Maybe we have to stay for two more days, and then go back together when Shishi and the girls have had enough." Zhang Yang told the truth.

Looking at the excited looks of those girls on the mountain today, it is estimated that they will not have enough fun in three or two days, and they are naturally embarrassed to leave alone.

"Well, it's rare to come back once, and it's good to stay for two more days."

"Master, I have a question that I don't know whether to ask or not?" Zhang Yang suddenly thought of the purpose of coming back this time, and couldn't help but speak again.

Although he had already asked when he first came back, the master's unnatural prevarication made him unwilling, and at this time there was a strong family affection in the room, so he decided to try to ask again.

"Ask!" Daoist Qingyun replied very happily.

"Principal Guo said that he met you who was seriously injured seventeen years ago, is this true?"

Zhang Yang originally wanted to ask about the man in black again, but after thinking about it, his background was still important, so he asked.

Bang!

Daoist Qingyun slapped the table hard, even the wine glass shook, and his face immediately became gloomy, which showed the excitement and anger in his heart.

"You've only been down for a few days? Actually believe outsiders and not believe the words of the master? ”

"Zhang Yang, don't listen to other people's words casually."

Qing Lingzi also showed a tangled, embarrassed and embarrassed look on his face, and paused to continue: "Twenty years ago, natural disasters were strict, plagues were rampant, many people starved to death, and they couldn't even feed themselves, let alone bring a seriously ill child, so it's normal for you to be abandoned, and when the senior brother saw that you were pitiful, he picked you up for treatment and raised you, how can you question this?" ”

He understood very well that although Zhang Yang was asking about the truth or falsehood of Qingyun Dao's serious injury, the real purpose was to inquire about his life experience from the side, so he explained it straightforwardly.

The room had just been enjoying itself, but it immediately became tense.

Silent......

"I'm just asking casually, how can I doubt the master?"

Zhang Yang paused for a moment, deliberately showed an apologetic smile on his face, touched his forehead and continued: "Master, uncle, I feel a little dizzy, maybe I can't drink too much, so I went back to the house to rest first." ”

"Well, go ahead and get some rest." Daoist Qingyun waved his hand, having said that, he didn't even look at him, obviously not coming out of his dissatisfaction.

"Don't think about it in the future."

……

Zhang Yang deliberately pretended to be a little stumbling, and walked towards his room after leaving.

He felt that the expression of the master and uncle was very unnatural, and even said that the master was making a fuss, and the more this happened, the more he felt that they had something to hide from him.

After returning to the room, he threw himself on the bed, pretending to be asleep, and snoring, but listened carefully to the qiē outside the house.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the door was gently pushed open, and Uncle Qing Lingzi walked in, and after seeing him asleep, he paused for a moment and shook his head and walked out.

Seeing Uncle Shi leaving, Zhang Yang rolled over and got up, took out a black tights in his bag and put it on his body.

On Danxia Mountain, Shishi's words reminded him that if he was dressed in black and masked, his master and uncle would naturally not be able to recognize him.

Vaguely, he still felt that the man in black had some relationship with his master, which could be felt in the men in black's Jiuyang True Fire and the master's prevarication.

Zhang Yang is about the same size as the man in black, wearing a black tights, and even his injured hand is wrapped in a black cloth, only revealing a pair of eyes, and looking in the mirror, it is really difficult to distinguish.

"Did Zhang Yang sleep?" After Qing Lingzi returned to the house, Daoist Qingyun raised his head and asked.

"I've slept."

Qing Lingzi returned to the table and sat down, and said with a worried face: "Senior brother, he began to ask about his life experience, what should I do?" ”

"Afraid of what? As long as we don't say it, how will he know? Qingyun Dao Chang picked up the wine glass, paused for a moment and then put it down again, it can be seen that his heart is also very entangled, and he is not even in the mood to drink.

"It's not when he was young, he doesn't understand anything."

Qing Lingzi said thoughtfully: "In the past two years, he has been going down the mountain with me to treat people, and I have noticed that he often quietly goes to the place where you picked him up and asks around, which shows that it is not a day or two that he has this kind of thought." ”