The next morning, the sky was a little dark, and raindrops were falling.

Zhou Zhiruo, who was dressed in green clothes, walked from the backyard with a paper umbrella, and walked towards the living room under the guidance of the maids in the house, in the drizzle.

In the living room, breakfast had already been set, and Song Xuan was sitting at the table and had already drunk rice porridge.

Seeing Zhou Zhiruo coming, he nodded, which was regarded as a greeting, and motioned for the other party to eat.

Zhou Zhiruo sat down generously, her eyes were as smart as autumn water, but when she looked at Song Xuan, her cheeks were slightly flushed.

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, she was beautiful and elegant, gentle and free and easy, which made Song Xuan nod secretly.

Sometimes, it can't be said that Song Qingshu in the original plot is a licking dog.

There is no way, if you are a young man who has just come out of the rivers and lakes, and encounters such a gentle and beautiful beauty with a blue heart, it is estimated that few people can hold it.

After the meal, Song Xuan got up, took the long sword from the guard's hand, and smiled at Zhou Zhiruo.

"What are Miss Zhou's plans? Do you want to take a stroll around this Hangzhou city, or go directly to Wudang Mountain with me? ”

Zhou Zhiruo got up, folded her hands on her waist and bowed slightly, and then said: "In Hangzhou City, there is a senior brother of my Emei faction, who has settled here for several years, I want to visit it first, and then go to Wudang Mountain with Senior Brother Song, okay?" ”

Song Xuan nodded noncommittally, but said curiously: "I heard that the Emei faction is full of female disciples, and it turns out that male disciples are also recruited?" ”

Zhou Zhiruo hurriedly explained: "The Emei sect does not prohibit male disciples, but most of the male disciples are lay disciples, and after practicing for a few years, they will go down the mountain to find another way.

For example, the senior brother I just mentioned, after leaving Mount Emei, returned to Hangzhou to inherit the family's medical center. Every year or two, the brothers and sisters would return to the mountain with gifts to thank Master.

Senior Brother An's martial arts skills are average, but his medical skills are still very good. ”

Hearing this, Song Xuan nodded knowingly.

The martial arts sect, although it is said to be high, but to practice martial arts, it costs money.

Moreover, the cost of martial arts is much higher than that of ordinary people, and it is difficult for ordinary small landlord families to afford the annual cost of a martial artist who has achieved a small degree of martial arts.

Therefore, famous and decent families such as Wudang and Emei will mostly accept some lay disciples with good family backgrounds.

The sect taught them some life-saving martial arts, and these lay disciples, after leaving the school, would return to the mountain every year to pay homage to the teacher's teachings.

This is also the main source of income for the various sects.

As for whether there is anything else going on in secret, it's hard to say.

.......

As a big city in the south of the Yangtze River, Hangzhou can be described as extremely prosperous.

In the bustling and crowded eastern part of the city, there are teahouses, pubs, pawnshops and other shops on both sides of the street, and as for those vendors who sell on the street, they can be seen everywhere.

In the middle of this street where every inch of land is valuable, a slightly dilapidated medical center, the three big characters "Ren'an Hall" on the plaque are a little eye-catching.

When Song Xuan and Zhou Zhiruo came to the street entrance outside the medical hall, they saw from a distance that many people had gathered in front of the medical hall, and there were cries.

"Heal the dead! Heal the dead! Dr. Ringon Tang healed the dead! ”

"Son, you died so miserably, let the black-hearted doctor of Ren'an Hall die, if you die, how can my mother live!"

"Brother, don't worry, my brother will definitely seek justice for you, and I will let the doctor of the balloon pay for your life!"

Noisy cries came and went, and the bookkeeper in the medical hall looked at the young owner with a bloodless face and a panicked face.

"Owner, what should I do? Those people in the Sands Gang are here to find fault again! ”

"This month, it's the fifth time!"

"If we continue to toss like this, our medical hall will really not be able to open!"

The young proprietor's face struggled for a while, and then he said in a deep voice: "Close, close." I'll go to Mount Emei, although the Jinshan Gang has a lot of power in this Hangzhou territory, I, An Shaoyang, am not behind no one! ”

As he spoke, he pushed the door and was about to walk out, but at the moment of opening the door, he saw that at the door, at some point, there was a pair of young men and women standing.

"Senior Sister Zhou?"

Seeing the woman's appearance clearly, An Shaoyang was suddenly overjoyed.

He was just about to go back to Mount Emei to move the rescue troops, but someone from the division came.

Could it be that Master, her old man knows about my difficulties?

It's so good that the master still remembers him as a disciple in his heart, and all these years of filial piety have not been wasted!

You must know that the junior sister Zhou Zhiruo in front of her is completely different from him, a lay disciple.

I just learned some fur in Mount Emei, but this Senior Sister Zhou, who is a closed disciple of the master, has a true inheritance, and her martial arts skills are very powerful.

At this moment, my sister is here, and my little hospital has been saved!

Zhou Zhiruo and the young owner of the medical hall seemed to be familiar with each other, and after a few simple conversations, they also figured out the cause and effect.

Things are not complicated, in this area of every inch of land, the small medical hall of Ren'an Hall naturally aroused the concern of others.

In the past, An Shaoyang's father was fine when he was alive, and with some connections he made to save people and treat diseases, he was able to maintain the opening of the hospital to some extent.

But since the death of my parents, the situation has deteriorated.

Especially this month, the Jinsha Gang came to buy this medical hall for fifty taels of silver, and after being refused, the face of the convenience was completely torn.

Every once in a while, there will be street slickers to make trouble.

Today, it is even more excessive, and I directly got a dead man out of nowhere, and I want to completely stink the reputation of the hospital.

A medical hall that treats the dead, who will dare to come to see a doctor in the future?

"Senior Brother An didn't tell your identity as a disciple of the Emei Sect?" Zhou Zhiruo asked suspiciously.

"Got it!" An Shaoyang smiled bitterly, "But few people believe it." However, even if I don't believe it, but the name of the Emei faction is there, and the Jinsha Gang still has a lot of scruples, so they have been using the means to force me to sell the medical hall, and I didn't dare to use it directly! ”

As he spoke, An Shaoyang's eyes fell on Song Xuan's body.

But seeing that the other party was long, handsome, with a long sword hanging from his waist, standing on the side, he had an indescribable momentum.

At that moment, he knew in his heart that this man in green shirts could accompany the head disciple of the Emei faction, and his identity and origin must be extraordinary.

Therefore, he didn't dare to be careless, so he bowed very respectfully, and asked carefully: "I don't know what this young man is called?" ”

Song Xuan smiled slightly, his first impression of this Emei sect lay disciple was not bad.

At that moment, he hugged his fists and smiled: "Under Song Xuan, Wudang disciple!" ”

Zhou Zhiruo was afraid that An Shaoyang would snub Song Xuan, so she immediately added: "Senior Brother Song is the third generation of Wudang's eldest disciple, and he is also the first person of the younger generation in the rivers and lakes!" ”

Song Xuan waved his hand and said, "There is no need to say more about these false names." ”

With that, he walked to the door and looked out.