According to Mo Qingran, his master's name was Mo Xiaoyao, and he was a foot monk who knew a little about medicine.

As for where and why he became a monk, it is not known that the ink is lightly stained.

Even why he adopted Mo Qingzhi is an unsolved mystery.

Mo Qingran asked him many times, and he sometimes said that he needed to lack a potter; Sometimes it's a drunken whim; Sometimes he said that he wanted to find someone to support him in his old age; Sometimes it is said that I want to do charity; Sometimes it is said that I feel that ink light dyeing is inherently the material for practicing medicine, and it cannot be wasted...... In short, there are all kinds of reasons, and over time, I don't ask about the light dyeing of ink, and none of them are true anyway.

I think there is another possibility that Mo Xiaoyao does lack a deputy, but he wanders around and has no fixed place, which one with a family is willing to follow him? One day Mo Xiaoyao got drunk and went to a cemetery to meet Mo Qingzhi who was stealing the tribute of the dead, and for the first time I saw such a small child who was not afraid of the dead, I felt that he had a strange skeleton, bold and careful, and was a material for studying medicine, so it was better to accept him as an apprentice, and treat it as charity, and when he couldn't do it, he could still have a person to support his old age.

Of course, the little boy Mo Qingran was reluctant to worship him as a teacher at first, although he was an orphan, but he still had a way to feed himself.

The specific method is to go to various funerals to howl a few times, and then sit on the funeral table to eat at the time of dinner.

The host of the funeral thought that he was the child brought by the person who came to the funeral, and the mourner thought that he was the child of the lord or a relative of the main family, and both parties were embarrassed to say that he looked ugly, and even chose the fattest meat on the table for him to eat.

Compared to other orphans, there is indeed no one who is more nourishing than him.

This method will not be used for a lifetime. Soon people found out that he was eating and drinking, and everyone remembered his face, and he could no longer be fooled at the funeral banquet.

Mo Qingran had to wait for the dead man to be buried, and went to the cemetery in the dark at night to steal the tribute.

He found that this method was better, not only could he enjoy the delicious food to himself, but he could also walk around if he couldn't eat it.

Sometimes when you meet a good family, you can also eat roast chicken and duck sauce elbow and the like.

Mo Qingzhi will also feel afraid, not afraid of cheating corpses, mainly because the cemetery is mostly remote wilderness, there are often wild dogs and wolves, he is young, naturally he can't fight, once almost taken away by a wolf.

There is also the fear that someone is as smart as him and will come to the cemetery to grab food from him.

Mo Xiaoyao is one of them.

When the two of them first met, Mo Qingran was sitting in front of a brand-new tombstone munching on roast duck, and Mo sat down drunk in front of him and said, "Tear the old man's leg." ”

At that time, Mo Xiaoyao was already over the age of Liujia, and his long years of walking life made him skinny, his cheekbones were sunken, his eyes were bulging, and his hands stretched out to Mo Qingzhi were as thin as branches.

However, Mo Qingran hugged the roast duck tightly to his chest and handed him a bowl of peanuts in front of the tombstone: "Sir, peanuts are enough to drink wine." ”

Mo Xiaoyao scared him: "These are all filial piety to the old man by the children and grandchildren, you can't eat it." ”

Mo Qingran didn't hear it, he hugged the roast duck and gnawed hard, eating two cheeks bulging, he swallowed the duck meat, wiped his mouth full of greasy and said: "You don't want to bluff me, I saw with my own eyes that this old man swallowed his breath, he has hair, much fatter than you." ”

Mo Xiaoyao said: "You're not afraid? ”

Mo Qingzhi also wondered: "What is terrible? ”

"Isn't it terrible that he's dead?"

"Aren't you going to die? Am I not going to die? Since they will all die, it means that everyone is the same, and there is nothing to be afraid of. ”

An eight-year-old child can say such philosophical things, either because he has experienced too much, or because he has a weak nature.

I'd rather he was the latter.

At that time, Mo Xiaoyao didn't think so much, he was overjoyed, and felt that this child was a gift from God.

Mo Xiaoyao began to persuade Mo Qingran to be his apprentice, so that he would not have to sneak to the cemetery at night to steal food, and he could also learn medical skills, and he would be popular everywhere he grew up.

Mo Qingran didn't believe it, if it was popular, why did Zhuang Xiaoyao go to the cemetery to grab duck legs with him to eat?

Mo Xiaoyao saw that he should not be and did not have the slightest ambiguity, and directly fed him medicine, saying that if there was no antidote, he would ulcerate and die in three days.

For the first time, the eight-year-old Mo Qingran stood at the crossroads of life's choice, whether he lived secretly or died heroically?

Thinking that he was young and had a promising future, Mo Xiaoyao might be buried in the ground one day, and he would be relieved if he boiled him to death, Mo Qingyan knelt down and gave Mo Xiaoyao three times, and called Master loudly.

Mo Xiaoyao touched his bald head with a smile, and burped contentedly: "From today on, you will call Mo Qingdye." ”

At first, Mo Qingzhi was very skeptical of Mo Xiaoyao's business ability.

First of all, the name Mo Xiaoyao is a pseudonym for the convenience of walking the rivers and lakes, and secondly, he keeps saying that he is a monk, but he eats meat and drinks everything, not only studies Buddhism and Confucianism, but also has a lot of insight into Taoism.

Also, Mo's behavior is a little weird. No matter where he practiced, he would never stay in one place for more than a month, as if someone was chasing him.

Mo Xiaoyao usually practices medicine in the downtown area, and many people think that he is a flower child when they see him unsightly, ragged, and with a child. Only those whose families were so poor that they looked down on the doctor went to him to prescribe a prescription, but they didn't expect to really give the doctor a life.

Once or twice is a coincidence, and more times is strength.

Mo Qingran followed him to study medicine with pleasure and sincerity.

Of course, Mo Xiaoyao is teaching everything, except for gynecology, Mo Xiaoyao told Mo that the women in the world are tigers, which is the most troublesome and difficult medical problem to overcome, and for his safety, gynecology does not need to be studied.

That night, Mo Xiaoyao got drunk and kicked the sleeping Mo Qingran and asked him to go to the imperial dining room to steal refreshments and come back to eat.

The next morning, when Mo Qingran asked, he refused to admit it.

A few years later, the talented Mo Qingzhi squeezed all the medical knowledge in his stomach and realized that what he ate that day was nothing more than a sugar pill stained with the ashes of the grave.

Realizing that he had been deceived, Mo was lightly angry, so he wanted to leave at that time.

After walking a few steps, he found that the world was so big that he didn't know where to go, since he could remember, he knew that he was an orphan, even the name was given by Mo Xiaoyao, and his skills were also taught by him, even if he was separated from Mo Xiaoyao, he was still a cloud parade doctor. Forget it, I guess that the old man won't live long, so let's follow him to support him in his old age.

Mo Xiaoyao felt that his apprentice was really trouble-free, and even the adolescent period when all his parents had a headache was rebellious in less than an hour.

In this way, the master and apprentice relied on each other for their lives, and walked together all the way, until the seventh year of Yanqing, Mo Xiaoyao was still old and strong, and his teeth were so good that he rattled fried broad beans.

Mo Qingran never thought that a person with such a strong spirit would not even leave him a chance to retire and die.