After that, Meng Fusheng moved all the books left by his master to his study, intending to settle down and study them well.

When the master was still there, he was asked to follow him to learn all kinds of Qimen gossip, celestial phenomena and other things, but he was not very interested in these truths, and he couldn't calm down, and he always wanted to run down the mountain, so except for the Liuyun swordsmanship and light skills, all other aspects were more than the upper and lower levels.

He used to think that this was enough, and he didn't need to master too much anyway, but after all the experience, he felt that it was not enough.

If something like this happened again in the future, he would waste time looking up books and then investigating, and that time would be enough to do a lot of things.

There are also medical skills that have been abandoned for a long time, and he has to pick them up and study many basic medical books in case of emergency.

For a month, he studied day and night, even if he stayed at home, he felt that every day was very sufficient, and he slept almost as soon as he lay down at night, and woke up the next day full of energy, went to practice a set of swordsmanship and then had breakfast, and then continued to read until the third pole of the moon before resting contentedly.

One day, there was a guard in charge of protecting the normal business in the shop was very anxious and returned to the villa, after Mu Shengyun saw him, he learned that there was a plague in Xingyun Town, where several of their shops were gathered, and a large number of townspeople were infected, and even the shopkeeper of those shops could not escape his fate, but fortunately, he was in good health, even if he ran out before the closure of the town.

Most of the people in a town were infected with the plague in such a short period of time, which shows that the intensity of the infection is huge, and Mu Shengyun cannot be taken lightly.

He told the guards to stay at the lodge and wait until the matter was settled.

Then he thought that Meng Fu was bored in his courtyard alone, read so many books in all aspects, and couldn't do some research on the plague, so he asked people to call him over.

Once Meng Fusheng reads a book, he doesn't hear anything outside the window, and the person who called him called him screamed several times outside, but no one was there, and finally he dared to push the door open to wake up someone who was addicted to Yan Ruyu in the book.

He rubbed his sour temples in a bit of a trance and asked, "What's wrong?" But Senior Brother Shengyun has something to do with me? ”

This person is Mu Shengyun's right-hand man, and Meng Fusheng has also met him several times, so he is naturally familiar with him.

The man said, "Young Master Fusheng, the owner of the village invited you over, he looks a little anxious, it seems that he is in a hurry." ”

"Really?" Meng Fusheng frowned, nodded and said, "Well, I know, you go first, I'll change my clothes." ”

Senior Brother Shengyun knew that he was obsessed with reading during this time, and he hadn't looked for him for general things, and he often came over on purpose, and now he specially called him over, which must be really urgent.

He quickly put on his coat and hurried over.

Mu Shengyun hadn't been happy since he heard the news from the guards, and walked around the study with his hands behind his back, sighing from time to time, like a very bad old man.

"Squeak" The door was pushed open, Mu Shengyun knew who it was without looking at it, he suddenly let go, and quickly grabbed Meng Fusheng's hand and pressed him on a chair, and asked with a serious expression: "Fusheng, how are your current medical skills?" Are some incurable diseases identified? ”

His expression was too serious, and his tone was very solemn, as if he was entrusting something extremely important.

Meng Fusheng thought about it carefully, he had also read Master's medical skills before, but at that time, he was unwilling to do so under the coercion of the Holy Hand, so he naturally didn't look carefully, but this month, he took the initiative to read it, and it could almost be called study, and he had to boil out every medicine written on it and give it a try.

In particular, the only book written by Master himself about various infectious diseases and incurable diseases that he has encountered, he has read it several times, and he has also specially written his experience, so he can still grasp it.

Meng Fusheng nodded his head twice and shook Mu Shengyun's hand back, "Senior Brother Shengyun, don't worry, tell me what happened?" ”

Mu Shengyun told him about the plague in Xingyun Town, "Master once said that if you encounter this kind of thing, you must do your best to help whatever you can, the plague is extremely contagious, and if it is allowed to ferment, the influence will be far more than one town, and it is very likely that other places will also be implicated." ”

At this moment, Meng Fusheng suddenly had a sense of fate, he agreed to this matter without hesitation, and decided to go in person.

Mu Shengyun was dumbfounded, he originally just wanted Meng Fusheng to help develop medicine for the treatment of the plague, but he didn't want to put him in danger.

"You can't go to Fusheng, what if you accidentally get infected too?"

Meng Fusheng was firm and decisive, "Senior Brother Shengyun, I must go, don't worry, I have eight points of certainty." Besides, even if there is no plague, I have the means to protect myself. ”

Mu Shengyun was a little annoyed, "I knew that you were stubborn, and I still told you, you must come back safely, otherwise I won't forgive myself." You just have to do your best, and if you really can't do it, don't blame yourself too much. We are not gods and do not have the power to solve all problems. ”

Meng Fusheng smiled at Mu Shengyun before leaving, hugged his fists and said, "Senior Brother Shengyun, don't worry, I have a sense of proportion, you just wait for my good news." ”

The dilapidated town, the quiet streets without a little human voice, not even a pedestrian can be seen, the smell of decaying corpses is exuded everywhere, and only the large mansions and luxurious shops with closed doors along the way can vaguely glimpse the prosperity of Xingyun Town in the past.

I don't know where the terrible cry came from, but it quickly subsided again, and the expressions of the people who heard it were numb, and they only thought faintly in their hearts that another person had died.

Other than that, I don't have much to think about.

It's not that they're cold-blooded, it's just that this kind of thing has happened too much during this time, and it will soon be their turn, maybe today, or tomorrow.

The Grim Reaper was standing behind them with a blood-colored scythe, and where did they have the extra mercy to pity others?

Besides, didn't you hear the family that died for long? Because they know that they will meet again in another place in the near future, so there is no need to be too sad.

A barricade made of overlapping dead branches separates the two worlds, one side is a yellow land of death, and the other side is full of green and full of life.

Although they all wanted to come out inside, the people outside did everything possible to prevent those who should not be outside from coming out, and it was so cruel, and it was this cruelty that temporarily stopped the spread of the plague.