A sudden snowstorm hit the royal capital.

This was the first snow to fall in Qinyang since the beginning of winter, and the goose-feather-like snow fell one after another for two whole days, wrapping this magnificent capital city in a thick white coat and adding countless grand scenes.

For many local residents of Qinyang, the heavy snow came in time and was festive, with children running out of the house and running out of the house to build snowmen on the streets for snowball fights, and the laughter like silver bells echoed in the streets and alleys.

For others, however, the snow has made their days even harder.

Some poor families did not prepare enough warm clothing, starved and froze, and became sick, and had no money to go to the doctor to buy medicine for treatment, so they had to carry it hard.

There is only one dead end if you can't bear it, and there are civilians who die in the harsh winter every year in Qinyang, and everyone is used to it.

But this year, the situation is a little different, and a surprising news is quietly circulating.

Yunhai Guild Hall has just opened a medical hall, where poor people who have no money to see a doctor can get free treatment, and there are also free pills to receive.

What's more, it is said that for some people who are particularly difficult, the medical clinic will also give additional winter clothes and grain, oil and food, with the money donated by Shang Xiuyun and everyone!

All kinds of rumors have made the hearts of the poor people who are about to be unable to live their lives come alive, and they run to the Yunhai Medical Center with humble and fragile hopes, wanting to get even a little help.

As long as they can live, they are willing to be cattle and horses.

As a result, most people really got help.

At this moment, the charity reputation of the Yunhai Shi Medical Hall spread all over the entire royal capital at once, and the surrounding areas of Qinyang were also discussed. The prestige of Yunhaimen has risen!

That's it. Yunhai Shi Medical Center has become extremely busy. No one is allowed to be idle.

At nightfall, Wei Changfeng returned to the room of the guild hall with deep tiredness.

As a master of the Six Heavens of Qi Condensation, his daily activities and cultivation would not cause him to be truly tired, but today in the medical hall, he was so busy that his feet did not touch the ground, and he didn't even eat a few bites of hot food during the period.

Because there are too many people who come to the clinic for help!

Most people are really in need of help, and a few are mixed and want to take advantage. While treating the sick and saving people, the medical hall also has to screen out these people, and the heavy work can be imagined.

Fortunately, the medical hall is now under the control of two great Dan masters of the Vermilion Bird Palace, and has received strong support from the guild hall, plus a large amount of silver money sprinkled, it is a little busy, but there has been no major difference.

After taking a hot bath in the bathroom, he changed his clothes and was about to go to the quiet room to practice, when the maid Xiaolian walked in and saluted: "Childe, Mr. Murong invited you over, saying that he had something to discuss." ”

Murong Changyu was looking for him?

Wei Changfeng was a little surprised and a little puzzled. But he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go over right away." ”

Murong Changyu was poor all his life. He didn't get married, his original residence was in the Qinyang Academy, and after he was imprisoned in the prison by King Wu of Qin, he was also expelled from the Academy, so naturally he couldn't go back.

So after rescuing him, Wei Changfeng temporarily arranged him in the Yunhai Hall, preparing to return to Yunhai Mountain with this stubborn old man after the New Year, and settle him in the sect's own Murong Bo.

The courtyard where Murong Changyu lived was very close to Wei Changfeng's location, and it was only a few dozen steps away.

When Wei Changfeng entered, the lights were on in the front hall of this courtyard, and Murong Changyu was sitting at the table, looking intently at the scroll in his hand, and there was a bowl of tea on the table next to him.

Compared with the situation when he had just been released from prison some time ago, his complexion was obviously much better, at least his face was a little more ruddy, and he looked much younger.

In fact, Murong Changyu's real age is not old, but due to overwork, there are inevitably signs of premature aging, and even a lot of his hair has turned gray.

In view of this, Wei Changfeng specially refined a few pills for him to strengthen the foundation of Peiyuan.

The results are clearly good.

In the front hall, it was not only Murong Changyu who was serving, but also a woman in a plain skirt serving on the side.

Seeing Wei Changfeng coming in, the woman in the plain skirt immediately stepped forward and saluted: "The slave family has seen the son!"

This woman in the plain skirt was Ye Qingniang, whom Wei Changfeng accidentally met and helped, out of the idea of helping others to the end, he arranged the other party to serve by Murong Changyu's side and take care of the latter's daily life.

Probably because she went to her heart and her life was settled again, Ye Qingniang's complexion was undoubtedly better, revealing the unique mature charm of a young woman between her gestures, and a little bit of her pretty appearance when she was a girl.

For Wei Changfeng, who saved her and her daughter's lives, Ye Qingniang was obviously extremely grateful, her eyes were red when she saluted, and her voice was choked with a hint of choking: "The son is very kind, and the slave family will never forget!"

"Ahem!"

Wei Changfeng was about to speak, but Murong Changyu suddenly put down the book in his hand and coughed vigorously.

Wei Changfeng's attention was immediately attracted, he nodded at Ye Qingniang, and then asked Murong Changyu: "Mr. Murong, is there something wrong with you calling the juniors over?"

Seeing that the two were going to talk about something, Ye Qingniang consciously withdrew.

At this time, Wei Changfeng suddenly keenly noticed that Murong Changyu's gaze actually chased Ye Qingniang for a moment, and although he quickly took it back, the look of concern in his eyes could not be concealed.

What kind of character Wei Changfeng is, he immediately had a guess and judgment in his heart, and he was secretly funny.

Murong Changyu stared at Wei Changfeng, his face was uncertain, as if he was hesitating and struggling, as if he was making some serious decision, but he couldn't make up his mind.

Wei Changfeng couldn't help but be curious, he didn't know what made this great Confucian master so embarrassed.

However, he was not short of patience, so he waited unhurriedly.

It took half a cup of tea before Murong Changyu asked, "Wei Changfeng, are you willing to worship me as a teacher?"

Worship Murong Changyu as a teacher?

This is something that Wei Changfeng never dreamed of, and with his composure, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Mr. Murong, the younger generation is determined to be martial arts, and he will not abandon martial arts and literature!"

Wei Changfeng can be said to have gone through a lot of hardships and countless tests of life and death to obtain today's achievements and strength.

Even if he cultivates the secret art of Confucianism!

Murong Changyu actually wanted to take Wei Changfeng as a disciple, which was also whimsical!

(To be continued......)