In the car.

Ye Qiu said: "Mom, I'm sorry for making you feel wronged today. ”

"What are you talking about, you stupid boy?" Qian Jinglan said: "You encountered so many things in the hospital, and you actually hid it from me, if you hadn't gone to the hospital today, when would you be hiding it from me?" ”

"I just don't want you to worry."

"Listen to the scolding, don't hold on. If the hospital can't go on, then change the hospital, as for Zhang Lili, she has changed, she is no longer the kind girl she used to be, it's okay to divide it. ”

"Hmm."

"Mr. Zhao must have something to do with you, I won't delay you, I'll get off in front."

After the car stopped, Ye Qiu helped Qian Jinglan get out of the car.

"Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry for you today." Qian Jinglan said politely.

"Auntie doesn't need to be polite, it's just a trivial matter." Zhao Yun was also very polite.

Qian Jinglan told Ye Qiu again: "Come back early, I'll wait for you to go home for dinner, and today my mother will make you your favorite mapo tofu." ”

"Got it."

After the car started, Ye Qiu said a little embarrassed: "My mother is like this, it's more verbose, I'm sorry Mr. Zhao, I made you laugh." ”

"It's good."

Very good?

Ye Qiu glanced at Zhao Yun suspiciously.

The latter remained silent and concentrated on driving.

Silence all the way.

The atmosphere in the car was somewhat oppressive.

Ye Qiu wanted to speak several times.

After a full twenty minutes, Zhao Yun suddenly spoke: "Doctor Ye, you must have a lot of doubts in your heart, right?" ”

"Yes." Ye Qiu didn't deny it.

"Ask whatever you want, and I'll tell you anything I can say."

"Who is the Dragon King?" Ye Qiu asked.

This question has been holding him all the way.

"The Dragon King is the king of the underground world in Jiangzhou! He used to be a master of the Tiger List! Zhao Yun continued: "Actually, you and the Dragon King have already met. ”

"Is that the old man in Tang costume who was with you yesterday?" Ye Qiu asked.

"Yes."

Sure enough, it was him!

When Ye Qiu saw the old man in Tang costume yesterday, he felt that the old man did not look like an ordinary person, and now it seems that his guess is not wrong.

"The Dragon King is his real name?" Ye Qiu asked again.

"No, just a title." Zhao Yundao: "The real name of the Dragon King is Long Qianqiu, and everyone in the rivers and lakes calls him the Dragon King. ”

I see.

"I take the liberty of asking, Mr. Zhao, what is your relationship with the Dragon King?" Ye Qiu was a little curious about Zhao Yun's identity.

"I'm the Dragon King's personal bodyguard."

"Then you must be very good at kung fu, right?"

Zhao Yun smiled and did not answer.

The car drove into the downtown area, and then entered a secluded mountain road, Ye Qiu glanced out of the car window and asked, "Are we going to Yunwu Mountain?" ”

"Well, the Dragon King lives in Cloud Mountain."

Ye Qiu was shocked.

In the center of Jiangzhou, there is a mountain peak with an altitude of 500 meters, called Yunwu Mountain, where the scenery is pleasant and the environment is beautiful.

In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was a park, and later it was developed into a top rich area, and only the top elites of Jiangzhou were eligible to live in Yunwu Mountain.

Fifteen minutes later.

A series of exquisite villas with Chinese style appeared in Ye Qiu's sight, they were scattered in the shade of verdant trees, quiet and distant.

The car drove all the way to the top of the peak, and finally, stopped in front of a quaint villa.

"Doctor Ye, we're here." Zhao Yun said.

Ye Qiu nodded, and when he got out of the car, he saw four guards standing at the door of the villa, all of them with strong figures and sharp eyes.

The aura of these four guards is very similar to the aura on Zhao Yun's body, but the aura is much weaker than Zhao Yun's.

"Brother Zhao!"

Seeing Zhao Yun, the four guards shouted respectfully.

"This is Ye Qiu, the guest invited by the Dragon King." Zhao Yun pointed at Ye Qiu.

The four guards glanced at Ye Qiu and hurriedly stepped aside.

"Doctor Ye, please follow me." Zhao Yun led the way in front.

Ye Qiu stepped into the gate, and a courtyard covering an area of several hundred square meters appeared in sight, with pavilions and water pavilions, fish ponds and rockeries, and various exotic flowers and plants planted, which was quite a bit of a summer resort.

In the middle of the yard, there is a stout plane tree, to say a hundred years old, with lush branches.

Under the tree, there is a stone table.

The stone table is covered with rice paper.

The dragon king is practicing calligraphy.

"When the dragon king is practicing calligraphy, he doesn't like to be disturbed, so you have light steps." Zhao Yun reminded in a low voice.

Ye Qiu nodded.

The two walked to the Dragon King's side, Ye Qiu stretched out his head to look, and saw a few words written on the rice paper:

"But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. Poor white happens. ”

The pen walks through the back of the paper. Between the pen and ink, there is an invincible killing aura on the paper.

"Words are good words, but it's a pity ......"

Ye Qiu suddenly spoke.

"What a pity?" The Dragon King asked lightly.

"It's a pity that the murderous aura is too heavy."

Syllable!

The Dragon King threw down the brush in his hand, raised his head, and his gaze fell on Ye Qiu's body.

Moment.

Ye Qiu had the feeling of being targeted by a peerless beast, and the hairs on his body stood up.

Seeing this, Zhao Yun hurriedly said, "Ye Qiu, don't apologize to the Dragon King soon." ”

"You know calligraphy, too?" The Dragon King didn't wait for Ye Qiu to apologize, and asked.

"I know a little bit about it."

In the inheritance of the ancestors of the Ye family, there is a lot of knowledge about calligraphy.

"You just said that the murderous aura is too heavy, do you think I was in the wrong mood when I wrote?" The Dragon King asked again.

Ye Qiu had no choice but to bite the bullet and say: "The author of this poem is Xin Qiji, he is a famous anti-Jin general in the Southern Song Dynasty, who strongly advocated the recovery of the Central Plains all his life, but was rejected and attacked, and was not appointed for a long time, and lived idle for nearly 20 years. ”

"This poem was written by Xin Qiji when he was frustrated and lived in Shinshu."

In his words, he expressed the ambition of killing the enemy to serve the country and establishing fame. However, a pitiful sentence occurred in vain, expressing the depression, pain and anger that Xin Qiqi had no way to serve the country, and it was difficult to tell it! ”

"And the words you wrote, silver iron hooks, murderous, diametrically opposed to the lyricist's calmness, but full of a spirit of swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger, which makes me think of a poem by Cao Cao: Lao Ji is in the woods, aiming for thousands of miles, martyrs in their twilight years, and their hearts are strong."

The Dragon King stared at Ye Qiu, his eyes were as deep as an abyss, and he didn't say a word, but the huge momentum on his body still existed.

Ye Qiu was nervous, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

After a full two minutes, the Dragon King suddenly laughed and said, "Ye Qiu, you are very good. ”

Hearing this, Ye Qiu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, the Dragon King asked kindly, "Ye Qiu, I asked Zhao Yun to invite you, didn't disturb your work, right?" ”

"Nope."

"That's good." The Dragon King put away the smile on his face again, and said solemnly: "Ye Qiu, please come over, there is a matter, I want to ask you for help." ”

"What's the matter?" Ye Qiu asked.

"I want you to help me heal." The dragon king said, "I am dying." ”