I don't know how long time has passed, and Duan Jiu didn't wait for Ling'er, who said that he would come back after putting a tray. He is not a person who likes to eat and sleep, and it is really harder for him to lie down like this than to let him be born and die.

Duan Jiu propped himself up with his left hand, slowly lifted the quilt, put on his coat, pushed open the door, and saw that there was a field of turquoise water and pink lotus flowers outside, it turned out that he lived in a small pavilion, and there were twelve such small pavilions around. In front of each small pavilion, there is a road leading to a circular corridor in front of it, and the corridor encloses a large hall, which is the main hall of Yuhua Pavilion.

Duan Jiu walked to the path in front of the pavilion, there was a white railing on the side of the road, and when he looked back, he could see a square brick on the pavilion, and the word "Chen" was engraved on the brick. Originally, these twelve pavilions were named according to the twelve hours - Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, Hai, and the distance between the pavilions was equal, like a clock arranged, the top was the sub-pavilion, and the bottom was the Hai Pavilion.

Duan Jiu appreciated this idea. He walked slowly into the circular corridor, which was paved with stone bricks and lined with red wooden balustrades. The pond outside the main hall in the corridor is overgrown with red lotus, and occasionally dragonflies fly among the lotus. From time to time, there were other people walking around in the corridor with potions, and at this time, a middle-aged man in simple clothes was hurrying into the pavilion.

There is the only road in the promenade that leads to the main hall and the lake, and this road leads from the lake through the noon pavilion to the main hall. Duan Jiu looked at the end of the road, and there was an unobstructed view, the noon pavilion was originally just a decorative pavilion, in order to make the twelve pavilions harmonious and unified, not for patients to stay like other pavilions.

"With so many patients and only one disciple, how did Senior Liu get busy?" With such a question, Duan Jiu continued to walk along the corridor.

In the second half of the circle, Duan Jiu found that there was a road leading directly to the lake on the Ziting. Duan Jiu followed this road to the "backyard" of Yuhua Pavilion, which turned out to be a bamboo forest. There were many people walking around in the bamboo forest, and there was white smoke, Duan Jiu thought that there was a fire in the bamboo forest. When I went deep into the bamboo forest, I realized that there was a large piece of flat land here, surrounded by bamboo forests. There are firewood piles around the flat ground, and there are 12 stoves built in the circle, and there are men, women, and children who are not waiting for people to make fires and boil medicine on the side.

Duan Jiu suddenly realized that this Liu Wangchun's predecessor was only responsible for prescribing medicine, and if he was seriously unable to move for a while, he would provide a pavilion for him to stay temporarily, but he had to boil and grab medicine, and the patient's family had to do it themselves.

"Senior Liu is really attentive, and he has arranged it so properly and carefully. Duan Jiu saw the scene in front of him and sincerely admired Liu Wangchun.

"Get out of the way!" At this time, a man who looked anxious pushed Duan Jiu away, and another man who followed closely behind hurriedly walked past Duan Jiu with a freshly brewed potion. Duan Jiu knew that this medicine delivery was really important, so he didn't see it strange, and wanted to stand obediently in this corner of the flat ground, so as not to block others again.

But Duan Jiufang wants to start, so it feels strange. The two men were dressed in red, both of them in relatively noble silk, which was very different from the other people present. The others were all in rags, and even some of the men who felt hot were even shirtless, obviously from poor families, and the two men looked like the children of rich families.

"Save the poor and save the strong, isn't there any big man in this Yuhua Pavilion who is healing?" Duan Jiu thought back to the clothes of the two men, wondering who this big man was.

"Red clothes, there is a dark red fire pattern on the clothes, isn't it Yan Shang Palace?" These two particularly eye-catching symbols made Duan Jiu lock these two people at once, and they were the disciples of the Yan Shang Hall of Kaiyang City.

"It's just that who in this Yan Shangguan has been injured?" Duan Jiu was accustomed to a step-by-step way of thinking, he believed that everything in the world was cyclical and gradual, and cause and effect were connected.

"Brother, you really came here. ”

Just when Duan Jiu was thinking about it, Ling'er suddenly came out of the forest, with a blaming face, and said, "Grandpa Liu told you not to run around, how can my brother be disobedient?"

Duan Jiu smiled bitterly: "I don't suffer a skin injury, and I'm not a dying patient, so I don't have to lie in bed all day." My brother felt that he was lying down with a sore back, so it was better to come out and move. ”

Ling'er crossed her waist and said, "Hmph, anyway, what my brother said makes sense." Quick, go back with me, Ling'er will accompany my brother, and my brother will not be bored. ”

After speaking, Ling'er pulled Duan Jiu aside, Duan Jiu obediently followed, and asked, "Ling'er, where did you just go?"

Ling'er smiled and said, "Sister Xiaoxi asked me to eat just now." ”

Duan Jiu looked up at the sun, and sure enough, the sun had already reached the middle, and it was already noon at this time, and he thought that when he woke up from a coma, he was the same as usual, he got up early in the morning. I didn't expect that the chicken soup I drank just now was actually my own lunch.

Duan Jiu asked, "Where did you eat?"

Ling'er said: "Yuhua Pavilion, Grandpa Ling has a good relationship with Grandpa Liu." If it weren't for Grandpa Ling, Grandpa Liu wouldn't have agreed to save his brother so readily. So my brother wants to thank Grandpa Ling, is what Ling'er said right?"

When Duan Jiu heard that Ling Jianxian said that his body was dying before, it was Liu Wangchun's diagnosis, so he thought that the two must have a relationship, but he never expected that the relationship between the two was like an old friend. Duan Jiu was even more curious and admired Ling Jianxian's legendary life.

Ling'er raised her head and looked at Duan Jiu, and said, "Brother, what are you thinking?" ”

Duan Jiu smiled back and said, "Brother is thinking about the story between Grandpa Ling and Grandpa Liu. Doesn't Ling'er want to know?"

Ling'er pursed her lips and said, "If you can say something as wonderful as in a book, Ling'er will listen." ”

Duan Jiu and Ling'er had already walked into the circular corridor at this time, and at this time, the two red-clothed men were hurriedly meeting each other, and one of them said, "You said that this precious medicinal herb has been boiled so much, and I haven't seen any improvement in the Confucian elder." Another person answered: "Yes, I have to stay up six times this day and night, doesn't this toss the dead?"

After that, the conversation became more and more blurred because he was getting farther and farther away from Duan Jiu, and the fog in Duan Jiu's heart dissipated at this time, it turned out that these two people were really from the Yan Shang Palace, and the one who was injured was the Confucian elder of the Yan Shang Palace.

The Elder of the Confucian Department is a sixth-rank master, a powerhouse from the third layer of the Spirit Realm, although he is not a particularly powerful existence, but if he wants to be paralyzed for a while, he must also be a seventh-rank master, and he is fighting alone. Why was the Confucian Elder seriously injured?

Duan Jiu returned to the Chen Pavilion with Ling'er, thinking that Ling'er had also been active in the Yuhua Pavilion for two days, and he should have heard a little about the Yan Shang Palace, so he asked, "Does Ling'er know which pavilion the two red-clothed people gave medicine to just now?"

Ling'er pursed her lips and thought for a while, and said, "It seems to be an uncle in Xuting." That uncle was sent over yesterday, and Ling'er also saw him covered in blood......"

"Okay, Ling'er doesn't need to say anything. Ling'er is going to forget about this kind of thing, you know?" Duan Jiu was afraid that Ling'er's recollection of yesterday's bloody scene would have a bad psychological impact on her, so he stopped her from saying it.

Ling'er nodded and said, "Well, Ling'er won't say anything." ”

"Well, that's a good Ling'er, come, sit down, brother will tell you a story. Duan Jiu patted the side of the bed and said.