In the small courtyard, the heads of these Dao sects were full of promises to Mo Fei's pleas for himself and others, and they were all happy in their hearts, and in their words and deeds, they were even more respectful to Mo Fei.

For a time, the courtyard fell one after another, the dark fragrance floated, many Xuanmen feather scholars flew in their clothes, and there were brocade birds flying together, and the branches were singing green, although it was a mundane place, but there was also a few separations of the meaning of the dust and immortals.

All of them are Taoist cultivators, who have met immortals since childhood, and have cultivated in seclusion in famous mountains and rivers, and rarely set foot in the mundane world.

The so-called immortals, people in the mountains, living in the dust, although occasionally playing red dust, is also for the sake of exercising the mind.

It is rare to wander in the world like this, in addition to cultivation, so although all the Taoist masters have asked for Mo Fei, they rushed to Gujing Village thousands of miles away, but they are really curious about the hermitage of Mo Fei, a famous Taoist predecessor.

Surprised to see this place floating inside and outside the red dust, like a peach paradise, these Xuanmen Yuke were also sincerely happy in their hearts.

I only feel that this small Gujing Village seems to be a world of its own, and there is a faint law of the Great Dao hidden in the middle, and being in this place, not only is it refreshing, but it is also its own cultivation realm, which seems to have loosened.

These Taoist leaders couldn't help but move in their hearts, and when they looked at each other, they already knew it.

It's not just me who feels this way, but all other colleagues are like this, and I can't help but feel a little shocked in my heart.

This Mo Dao brother is really powerful, his Taoism is mysterious, almost unpredictable, far above me, he really deserves to be a disciple of the Dao Yin Zhenren.

Not to mention what many Daomen masters thought in their hearts, a series of light or heavy footsteps came from outside the door of the small courtyard, but before anyone arrived, the sound had already come from afar:

"Xiaomo, Mo boy, I'm coming in, old man."

Then, the courtyard door squeaked, and was pushed open from the outside, only to see Zhang Zhongjing and the old man Zhang pacing in with his hands behind his back, and Li Ke and many other old people followed.

Zhang Zhongjing Zhang Lao is the most famous old Chinese medicine doctor in China, the so-called family history, and the Tao of medicine has always been inseparable, so the Taoist Xuanmen people in China also know a little bit about it, and have close contacts with Guo Daozhen, the old master of Baiyun Temple, and also know a little Taoist secrets.

Therefore, seeing so many masters of the Dao sect from various families gathered here, I was naturally curious in my heart.

He doesn't know about others, Guo Daozhen Guo Lao Dao, can he not know, this old guy don't look at him and be kind and kind, he is not a simple character, it is no exaggeration to say that he is a real immortal.

Zhang Zhongjing has a close relationship with Taoism, so he naturally knows that Taoism is not a lie. Since Guo Laodao is so powerful, Zhang Yuzheng, the little heavenly master of the Zhengyi Sect who is as famous as him, is definitely not easy to match.

When such a master came to Gujing Village to visit Mo Feimo's little friend, it was definitely not such a trivial matter as seeking a doctor and asking for medicine. From this and that, it seems that this Mo Fei is not just the inheritor of the ancient medical Tao.

Thinking of the key points, Old Man Zhang looked at Mo Fei again, and saw that the young man under the shade of the flowers was still beautiful, with handsome eyebrows and eyes, faintly revealing infinite elegance.

It is clear that it is still that excellent appearance, no different from the past, but if you look closely, it seems to be covered with a veil of mystery, and it seems to be integrated with heaven and earth in the haze, revealing the vitality of nature.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: sure enough. No wonder Xiaomo's medical skills are so clever. I think I have studied Chinese medicine all my life, but compared with it, it is far from it, there is a great sage of heavenly medicine in his door, that is, my ancestor Sun Simiao, the ancestor of Chinese medicine, and he is also the medicine king in his door. (To be continued.) )