Wei Changfeng sat in the tavern for three days in a row.

His medical skills were inherited from famous teachers, and with the help of extraordinary talents, he successfully cultivated the Taixu Nine Heavens Zhengyang Heart Technique and the Nine Needles and Pulse Piercing Technique, which could be said to be unique in the world in terms of medical Taoism at that time.

The name of a generation of Dan gods not only includes the skill of alchemy, but also the ability to use needles to save people, although there is no magical ability of the flesh and bones of the living dead, but there is no incurable disease that Wei Changfeng cannot treat.

And in this Taixing City in the land of nine secluded places, Wei Changfeng can hide ninety percent of his strength, which is enough to make people respect like a god and worship him as a divine doctor of great mercy and compassion.

Because the cause of most of these people is related to the ubiquitous yin and evil qi in the Nine Secluded Lands, and Wei Changfeng's Taixu Dan Jin has a natural restraint effect on the yin and evil qi.

So many strange diseases, he doesn't even need to prescribe medicinal pills, and they can be cured with a few injections.

Coupled with his attitude towards the diagnosis of money, he invisibly erected a tall and incomparably tall image, became the object of everyone's respect, and his reputation quickly spread throughout Taixing City.

And this is exactly what Wei Changfeng wants to achieve with such a high profile!

In the past three days, there have been at least thousands of patients who have come to the tavern, and the streets and alleys in front and behind have been blocked from morning to night.

"Go away, go away!"

Outside the tavern door, there was a sudden commotion in the long line.

More than a dozen fierce barbarian warriors drove over in a carriage, and the barbarians who walked in front with their heads held high waved their leather whips to drive away those who stood in the way, shouting loudly: "Get out of the way." Don't get in the way!"

Anyone who has a little bit of an eye. I all know that a big man is coming. I should also have come to seek medical treatment from Wei Changfeng.

It's too normal for such a situation to occur, although it is unwilling, and no one dares to block it and not leave, otherwise they will be beaten to death by barbarians and there will be nowhere to cry out for injustice, and even a few Wu people will be put aside.

Wei Changfeng, who was sitting in the lobby of the tavern, noticed the movement outside, and also saw the carriage parked at the door.

He quietly looked at the patient who had just taken his turn and prescribed a prescription for the other party.

It's just that the people who were still queuing behind were all driven away by the barbarian warriors who had just rushed into the tavern. Their fierce appearance frightened the tavern keeper and the men very much, and they stood by and shivered.

At this time, a barbarian warrior came over with a rolling carpet, spread it from the outside of the lobby to the inside, and finally spread it in front of Wei Changfeng, and then lined up with other companions on both sides to greet him.

Such a style made Wei Changfeng can't help but raise his eyebrows.

Could it be that he put down the bait and caught the great witch of Taixing City?

That's a little too simple, isn't it?

I saw the door of the carriage open, and two pretty Yanmin girls came down with flower baskets first, and they bent down to sprinkle the petals on the carpet, so that the air was filled with a faint fragrance.

Those around inside and outside the tavern. Whether it was Yanmin or the barbarians, they all held their breath.

Followed by. A young girl got out of the carriage.

She is no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, a set of white palace dresses outlines a graceful figure, bright eyes and bright teeth and skin like jade, with a beautiful and moving appearance, and she is also a Yanmin woman.

This surprised everyone present - there are still such powerful characters in Yanmin?

However, everyone immediately found out that they had guessed wrong, this beautiful Yanmin girl was also not the main owner, she stretched out her slender jade hand and carefully supported the next purple-shirted young man.

In the Zuwu River Valley, the most noble color is purple, which can only be used by the powerful of the Wu clan, and a set of purple shirts is enough to explain the identity of this young man.

He wears a crown with gold silk around his waist, and his appearance is surprisingly handsome, and unlike many people, he has a large number of totems and dark blue tattoos on his face, but a strange pattern faintly appears on his left cheek, but this does not affect his appearance at all, but adds a bit of mystery to him.

The only regrettable thing is that the boy's face is a little too pale, which makes him appear a certain pathology.

After the purple-shirted young man got out of the carriage, his eyebrows that flew into his sideburns furrowed, and he said, "So many people?"

His voice was cold and soft, but to those barbarian guards, it was tantamount to a thunderclap!

The barbarian warriors immediately raised their weapons and glared angrily at the people around them.

There was no need for them to scold and drive away, and all those who came to see the doctor or the excitement hurriedly withdrew from the tavern, including the tavern shopkeeper and his associates.

And some of the Wu people who were above the top probably recognized the origin of the other party, and they all bowed their heads and retreated.

The lobby, which was originally noisy and lively, immediately became quiet.

With the support of the Yanmin maid, the purple-shirted witch clan boy stepped in front of Wei Changfeng.

Immediately, someone stepped forward and replaced the wooden stool with a brocade chair wrapped in silk.

Then tea, stoves and other supplies were sent over like water for the purple-shirted boy to enjoy.

The Yanmin maid bowed down to the chief of the guard and saluted, and said: "Oriental Divine Doctor, this is my Royal Highness, I have been feeling a little unwell recently, and I ask the Divine Doctor to take a good hand, my Royal Highness will be grateful!"

Wei Changfeng dressed up as a walking man and changed his name.

Most of the Yan people in the Zuwu River Valley have the surname Yan, but there are also other surnames, among which there is an Dongfang clan, which is famous for having more doctors, so Wei Changfeng directly borrowed it to facilitate his own actions.

"Miracle Doctor?"

The purple-shirted young man snorted and said, "Is it a miracle doctor who also has to look at his ability, if he can't cure a few headaches and brain fever, he can be called a miracle doctor, and no one in my witch clan is so arrogant!"

He was obviously skeptical of Wei Changfeng, and his eyes flashed with distrust.

"If you can cure my illness, I will reward you with a hundred spirit beads, if you can't cure it, hum!"

If he encountered such an arrogant and rude patient in the Nine Heavens Continent, Wei Changfeng would not slap him over, and he would immediately turn around and leave, and he would not waste time with him at all.

But this time it was related to Yan Xiaohuan's safety, so Wei Changfeng still endured it, and said lightly: "Medicine doctors don't die, if His Highness has a terminal illness, then no one can do anything, let's take a look first!"

His answer was equally unceremonious, even with a hint of sarcasm.

A trace of anger flashed in the purple-shirted young man's eyes, but he didn't attack immediately, and he stretched out his wrist and rested it in front of Wei Changfeng angrily, with an expression on his face waiting to settle accounts.

Wei Changfeng was basked, and reached out and gently pressed on the vein of his wrist.

(To be continued......)