Until the sunset, Mr. Shi proposed to say goodbye, that is, Mo Qinglian was still a little reluctant.

"The little girl is a little interesting," Monk Se said with a smile, "Nowadays, many children can't understand these ancient texts, unless they are those who specialize in this specialty." ”

"She's the daughter of Jimo Mingjing, if she can't understand this, then it's weird." Mr. Shi smiled, "***, you will also know each other in the future, if you like it, you can often come to see it, because these ancient books are too precious, so they are not borrowed, of course, if you want, you can also take a camera to take a picture of it, or transcribe it." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Shi" Ji Mo Qinglian was busy thanking her, she has always liked these things, and Mr. Shi brought her over, which can be regarded as a matter of favor.

Jimo Qinglian knew very well that if it weren't for Mr. Shi's light, that colored monk would probably not even pay attention to her—let alone show her these ancient books. And now, with Mr. Shi's words, in the future, she will come alone, and if she wants to come to that color monk, she can also be accommodating and show her.

"I always welcome beautiful little beauties to come to see the book" The color monk sent them out, and at the end, he didn't forget to add such a sentence.

Jimo Qinglian rolled her eyes widely, this color monk is still a holy monk, all the holy monks in this world are dead, I am afraid that it will not be his turn.

On the way back, there was obviously a lot more traffic than in the morning, and it seemed that they had just hit the commuting traffic.

And Mr. Shi's driving skills don't seem to be very good, he had to slow down along the way, and even, after being blocked twice, Mr. Shi also scolded his mother twice.

"Mr. Shi, what do you mean by Hua Nu?" Jimo Qinglian asked curiously, when she was in Lingyin Temple, because of the presence of the color monk, she was not embarrassed to ask, but obviously, Hua Nu had another meaning, not just a separate name.

"Don't you know anything about the hierarchy of our sect?" Mr. Shi asked curiously, "I thought I was confused enough, but I didn't expect you to be even more confused than me." ”

"I've never heard of it." Jimo Qinglian smiled awkwardly.

"The hierarchical distinction and name of the three sects of medicine and poison are basically the same, the disciples are divided into three grades, outer disciples, in-house disciples, and descendant disciples - as the name suggests, outer disciples are ordinary disciples, regardless of the number of disciples, sometimes even just a false name, it is also okay, even, due to interest, just pass on a recipe, even if it is an outer disciple." Mr. Shi said.

"Hmm" Jimo Qinglian nodded, she said she could understand.

"Disciples who enter the room naturally need to formally perform the master and apprentice ceremony, put incense on the case, kneel to the grandmaster, and re-inheritance." Mr. Shi introduced, "As for the descendants, it is needless to say, the descendants will not be looked for outside, unless which clan is dead, otherwise, they are all in their own family, and they will select excellent ones to cultivate." ”

"Isn't that a big limit?" When Jimo Qinglian heard this, she frowned slightly, and said secretly in her heart, "It's no wonder that there are fewer and fewer of their medical and medicinal sects, and even outsiders don't know about it at all." ”

"Even if there are restrictions, they won't pass on outsiders, originally our door is the family gate valve system, how can outsiders intervene?" Mr. Shi smiled lightly, "Then among the disciples of the lineage, there are sect elders who choose gentlemen. ”

"Gentleman?" Jimo Qinglian is very curious about this name.

"A gentleman, the successor of the next monarch, therefore, every family will try its best to cultivate excellent descendants, and then, strive to become a gentleman, and then among several gentlemen, stand out and become a monarch." Mr. Shi said.

"When the unsuccessful gentleman reaches the age of the elder, he will become an elder and train the next ......gentleman," Mr. Shi continued.

"Then Da Niu and I are considered outer disciples?" Jimo Qinglian asked curiously.

"No," Mr. Shi shook his head flatly, "the fool is a descendant of the Shen family—as for you, your identity, I can't be sure." ”

"Even if I'm an outer disciple, you don't have to be so difficult to speak, I can accept it" Jimo Qinglian pouted, anyway, she didn't learn much skill, she just memorized a few Dan Fang and knew some pharmacology.

Now in this year, she understands pharmacology, and she doesn't count as a fart - anyway, she is not qualified to open a pharmacy or a clinic, I remember that when my father opened a clinic, he also caused some trouble, and a regular hospital came to the door, asking for a business license, a medical qualification certificate or something, and he had nothing.

Later, I was forced to be helpless, it seems that my father still found some relationships and got a certificate.

This is an era of certificates, that is, Mo Qinglian asked herself, she has no interest in medicine, and she will not develop this convenience in the future.

Therefore, let alone a disciple of the outer sect, even if Mr. Shi said that she was not a disciple of this sect, she could only admit it.

"No, you're not an outer disciple - I forgot to mention just now that you have a priest in the medicine gate, and the sacrifice girl is an ornament on weekdays, but she is worshiped by various branches of the medicine gate, and she is extremely noble. But...... But ......" Mr. Shi said two but, he finally shook his head and sighed, "It's too ridiculous, it's just an ancient legend, I really don't know, how can people in ancient times be so foolish?" ”

"But what?" Jimo Qinglian was still very curious.

"The priestess has the ability to communicate with the gods," said Mr. Shi, "and if something great happens, the priestess is used to sacrifice to the gods." Therefore, the priestesses must remain virgins, because they are to serve the gods, and mortals are not to be defiled. ”

"That's ridiculous." Jimo Qinglian shook her head and sighed softly.

This statement should be based on the ancient monarchy system, used to fool ordinary people, gods? What other gods are there in this world, if there are gods, why do the wicked have no evil retribution, but the good do not live long?

Involuntarily, she thought of her father, and her heart was full of emotion.

My father saved the dead and helped the wounded, and there were countless living people, except for the necessities of life, he never charged extra medical fees, but in the end, he ended up with incomplete bones and an unrecognizable death......

Suddenly, the deep voice in Shen Yeqin's phone yesterday suddenly broke into her mind, and Mo Qinglian shouted, "Dad......"

"Hey, little girl, don't scream, I'm not your father......" Mr. Shi took the opportunity to tease, and by the way, he took advantage of it.

Jimo Qinglian suddenly grabbed his hand and shouted urgently: "Mr. Shi, I'm going to Los Angeles."

"Little girl, let go" Mr. Shi was busy, "I'm driving, you don't want to die, pull and pull, wait until you get to the Rejuvenation Fang, you like to pull like this."

"Mr. Shi, I beg you, I'm going to Los Angeles, I'm going to the drug fighting conference." Jimo Qinglian hurriedly said, "That voice...... The voice...... It's so much like my dad."

"Girl misses your dad so much, doesn't she?" Mr. Shi gently patted the back of her hand and comforted, "The voice on the phone is very deceptive, besides, your father has passed away for more than a year, how can you have this idea?" Moreover, it is said that the voice is similar, even if it is a person with a similar appearance, he is hiding, where is Ling Zun? ”

"I'm going," Jimo Qinglian said.

"Go at the end of the year," said Mr. Shi, "I'll make a lot of trouble if I go at this time—I'd better tell you about the flower slave."

"I don't want to be a slave, I'm going to Los Angeles" Jimo Qinglian shook her head, turned around and looked out of the car, there seemed to be liquid gushing out of her eyes, she didn't want Mr. Shi to see her crying, she has always been very strong, that voice is really like Jimo Mingjing? Could it be that my father didn't die back then?

It can't be, if the father didn't die, what happened to the corpse?

"Come on," Mr. Shi handed her a silk handkerchief embroidered with a peony pattern, and sighed, "wipe away your tears, I will definitely take you to Los Angeles at the end of the year, and I will never break my promise." ”

"Good ......" Ji Mo Qinglian nodded, she also knew that she couldn't force Mr. Shi to do this kind of thing, because Mr. Shi's identity in the poison gate was too special, since he said that it was inconvenient for him to go now, then she couldn't force anything.

"Don't you want to know the origin of the flower slave?" Mr. Shi said, "During the Wei and Jin dynasties, many of our upper-class bastards, I don't know how to think of it, comparing nature, comparing money and medicine to houses and horses, and later began to compare beauties and raise kabuki. ”

"Hmm" that is, Mo Qinglian expressed her understanding, in ancient times, the rich and noble people had this kind of comparison mentality, raising kabuki, drama, etc., which is not an uncommon thing.

All dynasties and generations are inevitably vulgar.

"Later, there was an elder in the medical sect, who was lustful, and raised beautiful young men and women, who often brought them out to boast, called flower slave medicine boys, and other disciples saw them, and competed to imitate them, so that flower slaves became a fashion - the descendants of each sect or gentlemen and elders have the habit of raising flower slaves around them, and even, sometimes flower slaves are also used for trading or exchanging a kind of property, and slaves and maids, but the requirements are handsome young boys and girls, well, your flower slave, the age is older, Generally we prefer fifteen to eighteen years old. However, that kid is good-looking, so he can also be raised and played, and he will be brought to the drug fighting conference in the future to show the group of old immortals. ”

Jimo Qinglian understands that the so-called flower slave is the professional name of their profession, which is equivalent to the kabuki of the rich and noble families in ancient times.

"Mr. Shi, how many flower slaves do you raise?" Jimo Qinglian suddenly asked playfully, although she was sad for her father, although she was very suspicious of the voice on the phone, but since Mr. Shi took great pains to make her happy, she couldn't make any more trouble, she could only change the topic, anyway, at the end of the year, go to the drug fighting conference to see, she will always understand.

Perhaps, Mr. Shi is right, she misses her father too much.

"Five," Mr. Shi said with a smile, "It's all worshiped by others, and I don't have a hobby for this...... I can't support myself myself, where can I have the leisure to raise flower slaves? If you go to the drug fighting conference, you will know that many old immortals have been raised well, and all of them are clear. ”

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