Chu Hang wanted to find out more from Yi Shuyuan, he knew that Mr. Yi must have understood what was going on in the sky, but after all, he was on official business, and when Li Qian left, he had to follow.

Take a nap in the middle of the day, and turn into a god in the sky to slay the evil dragon.

After packing up his spirits in the afternoon, Yi Shuyuan did not forget his promise, he took a wooden backpack and went to the address left by the old woman in the morning.

Along the way, the discussion of the gods and demons was endless, and some people could even shout the god name of "Ming Ling Destroying the Holy True Monarch", and some people prayed frequently.

Whenever this happens, Yi Shuyuan has a special feeling in his heart, the interaction between the feelings brought by the transformation of the gods and the influence of the wishes of all beings also makes him have a deep understanding of his own way.

However, no matter what the people of Dengzhou City or the entire Lingdong people discussed, Yi Shuyuan himself seemed very calm, but the gray Mian in his arms was so excited that he couldn't help himself, and he couldn't stop talking until now.

"Sir, what kind of god have you changed, can you change to show me, it's not here, you can find a place where no one is around!"

"Sir, your god name is so majestic, isn't it just a casual one?"

"Sir, the next time Shi Sheng and Qi Xiaozi ask, can you say that my Yunlai Great God is the Great God of Ming Ling Destroying Doom Manifestation True Monarch?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it was originally true, hahahahaha, I am the subordinate god of the Ming Spirit Destroying Saint True Monarch, hahahahaha."

Ash barely shrank under Yi Shuyuan's hair and "giggled" and laughed, as if relieving a major pressure for a long time, and he was a little nervous with laughter.

"Whatever you want."

Yi Shuyuan sighed.

"Great, Mr. is the best, Mr. is the best, hahahahaha"

As Shi Sheng and Qi Xiaozi's skills became bigger and bigger, and their knowledge became wider and wider, Gray Mian felt that his prestige as a great god would be lost one day, but now that it was all right, everything would be solved.

"What is this called, sir, this is to call the car to the mountain before there must be a road, the cloud to the great god is blessed!"

"You call shit luck!"

Yi Shuyuan couldn't help but complain about Gray Mian, he actually sometimes thought about it with bad taste, thinking about when Gray Mian's "Yunlai Great God is very awesome" cowhide would be blown out, but he didn't expect it to really let it play a closed loop!

"Hey, hey, hey."

Gray Mian just smiled, obviously in a good mood.

As Yi Shuyuan moved forward, one person and one mink gradually came to a somewhat dilapidated street, but the rest of the city was only relatively good, and it could only be regarded as not in order.

Passing through an alley, Yi Shuyuan saw the old woman, who was cleaning up some wild vegetables inside the half-collapsed wall.

"This mother-in-law, Yi is here."

The old woman raised her head and saw Yi Shuyuan walking with a wooden box on her back, and surprise suddenly appeared on her face.

"Doctor! You're here, please come in! I'll pour you water! ”

The old woman put down the wild vegetables in her hand, hurried to the kitchen, shook the teapot and saw that the water tank was empty.

Yi Shuyuan hurriedly said.

"Don't bother, it's important to see a doctor, where is Ling Lang now?"

"Yes, yes, come with me, doctor!"

The old woman was a little excited, and took Yi Shuyuan to the side of the house, and when she opened the door, there was obviously a smell of corruption, which was a problem everywhere after the water receded.

Yi Shuyuan frowned slightly, not because he couldn't stand the smell, but because he saw that the bed in the room was sick.

"Son, the doctor is here, after the doctor shows you, the illness will be cured!"

The old woman led Yi Shuyuan into the house and was about to close the door, but Yi Shuyuan hurriedly stopped him.

"The weather is hot and the breath is dirty, and although most patients can't stand the wind and cold, it is better to change the air more."

"Hey, I listen to the doctor!"

Yi Shuyuan walked to the side of the bed, and on the bed was an emaciated man, who seemed to be thirty or forty years old, and he would fall asleep.

Yi Shuyuan touched the man's forehead, which was very hot.

"Is there anyone else in the family?"

Hearing Yi Shuyuan's words, the old woman who was not accompanied by her replied bitterly.

"My wife died early, everyone fled after the flood, my daughter-in-law and grandson were separated and have not returned, the eldest daughter and the second daughter married away from home, and there is no doctor for the time being, how is my son's situation?"

Yi Shuyuan opened the eyelids of the man on the bed and looked at it, and probed the pulse again, in fact, he didn't have to do these superfluous things, just by looking at it, he knew that the person on the bed was probably hopeless.

But even from the perspective of an ordinary healer, he will not give up a person easily, and there is still hope for salvation.

"What kind of discomfort does he have when he is awake on weekdays?"

"The high fever does not go away, I will vomit and cough, I feel uncomfortable and weak, and I can't sleep well and eat."

The old woman didn't dare to continue as she spoke, infinite fear rose in her heart, and she looked at Yi Shuyuan with a pleading look.

"Please, please, please, doctor"

"I'll do my best, take care of his qi first, if nothing else, he will wake up later today when it gets cooler, and then he will have some appetite, feed him some porridge, sleep well at night, and his spirit should be able to recover some, well, don't drink raw water."

The old woman nodded her head and remembered it in her heart.

"The next batch of medicinal materials from the imperial court will be shipped over soon, and I will help you prepare some when the time comes."

"Thank you, thank you, doctor!"

The old woman bowed to Yi Shuyuan again and again, and Yi Shuyuan held her hand and motioned for her to go out first.

When only Yi Shuyuan and the patient were left in the room, the voice of Gray Mian also came out.

"Sir, isn't this man optimistic?"

"Hmm."

Plague is a general term for large-scale and intractable epidemics, Yi Shuyuan did not study medicine in his previous life, and he did not understand so many professional diseases.

In this world, the medical Tao also respects the principle of the five elements of yin and yang, and adheres to the internal and external qi of the body, but ordinary doctors need to listen to it and ask for it, and then judge it according to experience, and Yi Shuyuan sometimes knows it at a glance.

"This pass in Lingdong hasn't passed yet!"

The situation in Dengzhou City must be relatively good, presumably in various parts of Lingdong, there should have been many doctors who have sensed that the plague is about to start.

——

In the early morning of the third day, Li Qian and his entourage rode fast horses to the outside of Lijia Village in Datong County.

After identifying themselves to the villagers and explaining their intentions, the people in Lijia Village took Li Qian to the direction of the land temple at the head of the village.

In front of the old site of the Land Temple, many villagers brought Li Qian here.

"Look, my lord, this is where the dragon's head fell, it was still full of fog, and when the fog cleared, there was a dragon's head inside!"

"Yes, it's about the same size as the original Land Temple!" "It's scary!"

Li Qian and his entourage looked at the ground, there was a big pit, the soil layer was compacted, and the newly grown grass and vegetation during this time were also flattened, and many of them were pressed into the soil.

Li Qian, who was born in the Ministry of Works, could clearly see that this was not a pit dug out, but was deeply pressed down by a heavy object, but now the pit was empty.

"Only you Lijia Village saw it?"

"No, people from several surrounding villages came to see, but when people from a little farther came, the dragon head had disappeared."

"How did it disappear?"

Under Li Qian's questioning, some of the people in Lijia Village pondered and some scratched their heads.

"It's as if it melted, and it became a puff of fog and then faded away."

A guard on the side with the sword of the Son of Heaven on his back looked at the villagers and wondered.

"Could it be your delusion?"

Hearing this, everyone in the village was dissatisfied.

"What are these words? What is the illusion, I still touched it! ”

"yes, I touched it." "Me too, that solid is the head of the sin dragon!"

"That's right, it's the head of the sin dragon, cut off by the Manifest Saint True Monarch!" "If you don't believe it, you can ask the people from the next few villages!"

Li Qian nodded, in fact, he had already believed it in his heart.

In this Dengzhou territory, or the Lingdong disaster area, where is there no matter of spreading the gods to kill the evil dragon?

Even though the imperial court may find this matter ridiculous, and may even commit some taboos, Li Qian thought about it and decided to submit the document truthfully, and the officials of Lingdong states and thousands of people can testify to it!

That night, Li Qian, who rushed back to Dengzhou City, picked up the lamp and sat at the desk, and did not ask Chu Hang to write it on his behalf, but personally wrote this recital, after all, he had to be cautious this time.

After thinking for a moment, I carefully put pen to paper.

"The minister once heard that the saint will be hindered by evil anyway, the Son of Heaven will rule the world and reverse the society, and there will be evil dragons and chaos for the land of Lingdong"

Although the emperor is known as the Son of Heaven, but because he wears a dragon robe, many times he will add a real dragon title in front of the Son of Heaven, and the dragon's head falls from the sky, and the people on the land of Lingdong know that it is the heavens that kill the evil dragon.

But, what will the emperor think?

Li Qian was really a little apprehensive when he wrote the recital, with a slight question at the beginning, and then allusions mixed with rainbow farts to shoot for a while, and then talk about what happened in Lingdong after a small half of the article passed.

What happened before and after the cold dew, it was already ten days after the report to Chengtian Mansion.

When Lingdongdao's recital was presented to the imperial front, several important ministers who had already read it one step ahead looked inexplicable, and Emperor Dayong was also shocked after reading it.

"What does the Prime Minister think about this?"

The old man in phase hesitated, but still stepped forward and said.

"Li Qian did his best to relieve the disaster, and he was by no means a person who was good at telling his word, what he said in the article may be a rumor spread by the victims of the disaster in Lingdong, and the people are superstitious, so they believe that there are monsters to haunt them."

The old prime minister is actually very clear, and although there are a lot of dirty things in this disaster relief, the emperor's attitude of disaster relief and saving the people is extremely resolute.

People like Li Qian are people who do practical things, and they must have encountered many difficulties in the disaster area, but they can definitely see the emperor's efforts, even if they are dissatisfied, it is impossible to write an article and arrange the saint.

If Yi Shuyuan can definitely understand the prime minister here, Li Qian is more like an engineering talent who is good at hard work, and it seems that he is more likely to be dissatisfied with the court than some people who understand people's feelings and sophistication, but in fact, it is not.

How strong the imperial court is, what the reality is, Li Qian can calculate it himself, and if he understands this, he can understand the imperial court and the saint better than some people, so he can't do this kind of thing.

Although the prime minister knows that the current saint is a Ming monarch, he has been nervous for a long time, and he may be displeased when he sees this article.

The emperor couldn't help but laugh a little when he heard this, and shook his head.

"I can see that Li Qian wrote this article cautiously, and I didn't mean to blame him, it's just"

At this point, the emperor took this piece of music and looked at the window opposite, and the wood carving on the edge of the bed window was also engraved with dragon patterns.

It's just the Lingdong flood, is it really caused by the demon dragon?

The emperor's heart is also the same as Spiegel, the prime minister can see Li Qian clearly, and he can naturally do it too.

A person like Li Qian would not write an article about him in a roundabout way, so this article written by Li Qian can only represent what he thinks is the truth.

is still the same sentence, people like Li Qian can think that it is the truth to a considerable extent, so the emperor can't help but have some doubts about the situation in Lingdong.

"Okay, in addition to food, Li Qian's side is also in urgent need of medicinal materials, do you have any countermeasures?"

"Your Majesty, the ministers think that in addition to the imperial court, they should also appropriately relax the control and encourage businessmen to go to Lingdong spontaneously."

The emperor looked at Tobe Shangshu who was speaking, and nodded slightly before the latter continued.

"Even though it may be more expensive, it will not be useless at the critical moment"

"That's it, that's it, you Aiqing try your best to raise it!"

"Obey the order!"

The emperor's tone was relatively relaxed, and the courtiers naturally relaxed a lot, and retreated one after another after saluting.

"Liangxi."

The great eunuch Zhang Liangxi stepped forward and responded.

"The old slave is here!"

"What do you say about the direction of Dengzhou?"

Zhang Liangxi reported truthfully.

"The old slave has just received a report from the spies, and it is indeed as Lord Li said, in Dengzhou, Zhaozhou, Yunzhou and other places, the people are rumoring that the gods have slain the dragon."

The Emperor nodded slightly, and looked at the recital in his hand again.

"The Bright Soul Destroys the Holy True Monarch."

The emperor has already made a decree in his heart to correct the gods in the future, but he has to wait for the disaster to be more stable.

(End of chapter)