In a remote alley in Chang'an, many yellow-skinned civilians crowded in front of a grass hut, their clothes were patched, and some of their shoes were splashed with mud, looking not like people living in Chang'an City, but like farmers in the surrounding area.

"Next."

A small voice came from the cottage, and a peasant woman with a child in her arms walked out of the cottage with a grateful face, and did not forget to salute the cottage a little awkwardly, and then a farmer who looked a little swollen walked into the cottage.

"Mr. ......"

The farmer bowed slightly to the man in the cottage, and then sat down in front of him with some difficulty.

The man in green clothes and blue hat, although he had a little beard, he still looked young, but it was Zhou Ping, who disappeared in Luoyang.

Zhou Ping looked at the farmer's face for a while, didn't say anything, but motioned for the farmer to stretch out his hand.

Fingers lightly rested on the farmer's pulse, and Zhou Ping spoke slowly.

"Except for the puffiness, what else is there to do with it?"

"That's it...... It's easy to get tired, you can't work, and when you're having sex, it's always swollen here. ”

The farmer pressed his lower abdomen and said to Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping listened to the farmer's words, and didn't know what expression to make for a while-his body was like this, and he was still thinking about it, and he had enough hard work.

"Come on, I'll see."

Zhou Ping stretched out his hand to press the farmer's lower abdomen, and the farmer hurriedly leaned forward.

"This is it."

Zhou Ping pressed twice on the farmer's dantian, and as expected, he sensed a stream of true qi squeezing into the farmer's dantian.

The recipe was silently recited, and the farmer only felt that Zhou Ping's fingers pressed on his dantian suddenly became a little hot, and before he could feel this fiery feeling carefully, Zhou Ping withdrew his fingers.

"Huh?"

The farmer hurriedly pressed his lower abdomen, and the swollen feeling disappeared, and not only that, but his body suddenly became a lot lighter.

Zhou Ping easily took off a piece of rune paper in his hand, sketched a few times on the rune paper, and handed it to the farmer.

"Go home and drink this burnt ash three times, once a day, and the swelling will disappear completely."

"This ......"

"Alright, next!"

Interrupting the farmer's salute and thanks, Zhou Ping shouted outside the cottage.

……

The time soon came to close the city gate at dusk, and after sending off the last civilians who came to see the doctor, Zhou Ping, who had been sitting for a day, stretched his waist and stood up with grinning teeth, and the bones on his body crackled.

It has been a year since the battle in Luoyang, and the world is still running according to the established trajectory, and the general trend of the world has changed from the coalition to fight for hegemony, and Chang'an, located in Guanzhong, although ruled by the tyrannical Dong Zhuo, can still be regarded as a happy land compared with the Central Plains and North China in the whirlpool of struggle.

For a year, Zhou Ping walked in the fields of Guanzhong in the name of Langzhong, using the medical skills on the "Taiping Technique" to treat civilians, and at the same time collecting the true qi in the bodies of Taiping Dao believers to improve his cultivation.

This grass house is a thank you gift from a widowed old farmer who was cured by Zhou Ping, the old farmer lives in the countryside, and this Chang'an property is also put away, it is better to lend it to Zhou Ping, and you can also accumulate some yin virtue for yourself.

Poor people don't want money, just by virtue of this, Zhou Ping's reputation soon spread throughout the entire Guanzhong territory, more and more poor people were cured by Zhou Ping, and Zhou Ping's cultivation was also constantly improving, in just one year, he reached the "Taiping Technique" fivefold cultivation.

Healing during the day and cultivating at night, the disputes everywhere reached Zhou Ping's ears, but they were as far away as the Arabian Nights. Yu Ji came to see him a few times halfway, but the old man only drank and didn't say much.

"It seems that Master will not come today."

Listening to the sound of bangs closing the city gate in the distance, and watching the sunset slowly falling into the Chang'an pavilion on the horizon, Zhou Ping muttered that after staying in this world for a long time, the language and words he spoke were becoming less and less like modern people.

And at this moment, in this alley where only poor people come, three figures in black robes suddenly appeared.

Although they were covered in black robes, Zhou Ping could still see their gender and identity through their figures - the rickety one in the middle was obviously an old man, the tall one on the left should be the old man's subordinate, and the one on the right, Zhou Ping could tell which lady it should be just by standing and body shape - how can ordinary poor people have robes, only people with status will cover it up like this when they come to this kind of place.

What are these people doing here, could it be that they are coming to me?

Zhou Ping was puzzled, but the action of closing the door in his hand did not stop.

Others don't say it, in this Chang'an, at least Lu Bu has seen himself. Although there is a saying that the lights are dark, it is better not to have anything to do with these dignitaries, or try not to have anything to do with them.

However, things were not as Zhou Ping wanted, and at the moment the door closed, a big hand was horizontal in the crack of the door.

It was the old man's subordinate who made the shot, and through the crack in the door, Zhou Ping and the man's eyes were intertwined.

"What's the matter?"

Zhou Ping said coldly, no matter what, the other party's attitude is not worthy of Zhou Ping's good face.

"Someone wants to see you."

The man's tone was equally stiff.

"Nope."

Zhou Ping made a contribution in his hand, and the two faced the door, and they wrestled for a while.

"Don't be rude to your husband!"

The old man's voice sounded, but it was the old man who was the leader of the three who spoke.

"Yes!"

The force was withdrawn suddenly, and the sliding door slammed shut, and Zhou Ping stumbled.

"I have heard for a long time that Mr. Qing's capsule technique is superb, and now the little girl is sick, I am here to find Mr., and I hope Mr. will not hesitate to take a look."

Through the door, the old man at the head saluted to Zhou Parallel.

Green capsule?

Zhou Ping in the door was stunned, this word is not said to ordinary Langzhong, ordinary medical skills will only be called medical skills, and only those who are related to the true qi of the magic will be called green sac technique.

He knows I'm a cultivator!

Zhou Ping was shocked, and the expression on his face was cloudy for a while, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and opened the door.

"Who are you?"

Zhou Ping put one hand behind his back, his true qi was lucky, and the thunder of his fingertips was brewing silently.

If the other party is from Lu Bu's side, he will take action immediately!

"Under the Han Dynasty, Shang Shuling, Situ Wang Yun."

Wang Yun?! Serial plan that?!

So this one around him......

Zhou Ping's gaze turned to the young lady beside Wang Yun, and as far as his eyes went, the young lady slowly took off the hood on her head.

"This is the little female sable."

"I've seen you, sir."

The soft and glutinous voice sounded in Zhou Ping's ears like a sticky wind.

Diao Chan!?