Deep in the back of Wudang Mountain, in a wooden house.

The rejuvenated man, with his hand on his clear pulse, groaned after a moment and said:

"You've been in a fairly balanced body lately, but you still have to keep it in this state at all times."

With that, the man turned and walked to the back and pulled out an old wooden box.

The wooden box was opened, and there were porcelain vases inside, without any labels.

The man picked up a white porcelain bottle, handed it over to Qingwei and instructed: "Save some food, now that the hundred-year-old medicinal materials are no longer easy to find, I don't have much Evergreen Pill left." ”

"Thank you, Master."

Qingwei's hand trembled a little and took the porcelain vase, this is his life-sustaining elixir.

Today's Qingwei also came from the Republic of China period, and is currently more than 120 years old.

Even at such an advanced age, he has a ruddy complexion, and his eyes are not black and white, but he does not have the cloudiness of an old man.

Although the facial skin has many wrinkles, there are no age spots.

All this is not only because of its own proper conditioning, but also because of this Evergreen Pill.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the Evergreen Pill is a miracle medicine, which not only has the effect of prolonging life, but also strengthens its own conditioning.

The prescription of this Evergreen Pill, Qingwei has been able to memorize it like a stream, including the ancient methods involved in it, and Qingwei is also extremely proficient.

But in any case, he just can't refine this elixir, and in this world, the master in front of him can refine it.

"Master, is it a problem with medicinal materials, I told them to find a way to collect them."

Qingwei hesitated slightly, but still asked, this Evergreen Pill is related to his own lifespan, so he is naturally very concerned.

The longer you live, the more you want to live.

The man shook his head and explained: "The key point of refining the Evergreen Pill lies in the convergence of heaven and earth qi machines, as well as the grasp of the time. ”

The explanation of the ancestor made Qingwei sigh a little, which said that when it comes to the qi of heaven and earth, only the ancestor has all the perception, and he can't detect it at all.

Qingwei himself can be regarded as an old Chinese medicine doctor, but some extremely advanced elixirs and refining techniques are only half-understood and cannot be understood.

The only fortunate thing is that the ancestor lived out of the second life, entered the Jindan Avenue, and there was no problem with the number of years to go up to the next Jiazi.

"Don't leave these days, stay here with me first, I see that the breath in your body is a little disordered, I'll help you recuperate."

The man spoke, and in the pulse just now, he had already noticed some small problems.

These small problems are not a problem for people in the prime of life, even if they are about fifty years old, and the body can self-regulate.

But for an old man in his 120s, it should not be underestimated.

Young people's bodies have a strong ability to self-regulate, and this ability gradually decreases with age.

At the age of 100 years or older, the loss is almost complete, and manual adjustment is required at this time.

Hearing this, Qingwei hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I'm afraid not, I have to go out of the mountain the day after tomorrow, and a patient needs to be revisited." ”

"What is it?" The man asked casually.

"It's a congenital lack of heart qi, and now it needs long-term recuperation." Qingwei explained that in the words of Western medicine, it is congenital heart disease, which is extremely difficult to cure.

"With such an illness, why do you need to go, just send a disciple." The man's tone was a little dissatisfied.

When Qingwei heard this, she said with a wry smile: "Master, now that Chinese medicine is in decline, Western medicine is in power, and I am a disciple of the sect, and there are very few people who study Chinese medicine." ”

After a slight pause, Qingwei explained again: "Most of those disciples have passed now, and the few who are left are too old to move, and they are living in their hometown. ”

"No one cares about my Chinese medicine?" The man asked in a deep voice.

"I'm afraid no one cares!"

Qingwei whispered.

The man was a little silent, he didn't expect that in this world, a patient with congenital lack of heart qi would need to go through the past.

But the man said in a flash: "Then let him come by himself." ”

Qingwei shook his head and said: "This person is eighty years old, he can't stand the pain of carriage and horse labor, and he has been feeling a little unwell recently. ”

The man didn't answer immediately when he heard this, and Qingwei waited quietly on the side.

After a long time, the man changed the topic and asked, "When can I apply for my ID card?" ”

Qingwei replied: "Tomorrow weekend, the household registration office will be on vacation, and it can be handled the day after tomorrow." ”

The man nodded and said, "You can recuperate with peace of mind, now that I am thinking about it, I just happened to help you with this matter, you will inform the other party, and I should go in two days." ”

Hearing this, Qingwei asked, "In what capacity did the master go there?" ”

The current ancestor looks like he is only in his early twenties, and if he goes as the ancestor of Wudang Mountain, it will inevitably cause a big wave, so Qingwei asked.

"Then go as your disciple." The man seemed a little indifferent.

But Qingwei's face changed greatly, and she hurriedly said: "Master, this is absolutely impossible, this..."

This can be regarded as a deception of the teacher and the destruction of the ancestors, Wudang Mountain, as a Taoist holy land, pays the most attention to respect and humility, such a thing, how can he be clear, how dare to accept it.

"Pedantic."

The man reprimanded: "The more I live, the more I go back, I am waiting for people in the Daomen, why do I have so much attention." ”

Qingwei said helplessly; "That's according to what the ancestor said."

...........

Two days later, in a hotel in Wudang Mountain.

"Well, did it come to fruition?"

Chen Lingling woke up from the sofa and saw that Zhu Feixiao was still sitting in front of the monitor, as if he was flipping through something, and hurriedly asked.

"Wake up, come and take a look, in the past three days, I have searched the entire Wudang Mountain and the back mountain, and all the hermit information I found is here."

Zhu Feixiao heard the voice behind him and said without looking back.

Chen Lingling also hurriedly went over to check.

There was a thick stack of documents on the desktop, there were about thirty copies, Chen Lingling took one casually, and the introduction on it was quite detailed, not only the names of the layman, but even the identity before the seclusion.

More than 30 documents were read quickly, but according to the photos and information on the materials, the two did not find anyone comparable to the masters.

"Who is that, how did that information be released alone."

Chen Lingling, who was sharp-eyed, suddenly saw that there was a separate document next to him, so he asked.

Zhu Feixiao turned his head and glanced at it and said, "That's a young man, he should be sick and recuperating there, his age is similar to ours, and he is not a recluse." ”

Chen Lingling didn't say much when he heard this, but after hesitating for a moment, he still took the information.