Jishan Tong is located in a lively alley in the west of Cloudsdale City, surrounded by many shops, very prosperous.

It was still early when Jing'er pulled Wu Heng here, but even so, there was still a long queue in front of Jishan Hall.

"What the hell!

Jing'er muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Senior sister, don't worry, let's just wait with peace of mind. ”

Since he had come, Wu Heng had no choice but to follow Jing'er's wishes, anyway, he knew very well that his body was fine, so he didn't care about waiting a little longer.

"Okay......"

If it were normal, Yijing'er's temperament would never be so honest.

But today is different, she is going to seek medical treatment for her little brother.

Looking at the current situation, the reputation of this Jishantang is really good, Jing'er is afraid that she will annoy Lang Zhong by making a time, which will affect the little junior brother's medical treatment, so she will honestly settle down.

Finally, when it was near, Jing'er finally saw the door of Jishan Hall clearly.

I saw a couplet written on the door:

There is the virtue of thinking of heaven

Help the people in dire straits

I don't know who wrote this couplet, its momentum is majestic and powerful, and it looks like it is from the hands of calligraphers.

"Next!"

In the Jishan Hall, an old man with gray hair opened his mouth lightly without raising his eyelids.

"Doctor, doctor, my junior brother has a brain problem, please help me take a look!"

Jing'er finally waited for the opportunity, and hurriedly pulled Wu Heng in, and as soon as she opened her mouth, it was a big surprise.

The old man raised his head and twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he was very unimpressed by the words of the woman in front of him.

"Reach out!"

After being stunned for a moment, the old man regained his demeanor as a healer, and stroked his white beard with a calm expression.

Wu Heng was pushed by Jing'er, and sat helplessly in front of the old man and obediently stretched out his hand.

The old man glanced at the clear-eyed young man in front of him, and from his smart eyes, he didn't see anything wrong at all.

But adhering to the quality of a healer, he still put his hand on the other party's pulse, closed his eyes and felt it quietly.

After a while, the old man opened his eyes, looked at the young man opposite strangely, and said suspiciously:

"Childe's pulse is stable, his blood is vigorous, and he doesn't seem to have a disease!"

Before Wu Heng could speak, Jing'er in the back hurriedly explained after hearing the old man's words:

"Impossible! Yesterday my junior brother was still groggy and weak, this is obviously his body problem! Are you mistaken?"

As soon as he heard what the woman said, the old man immediately quit.

He has been practicing medicine for many years, although he does not dare to say how good his medical skills are, but he has encountered countless incurable diseases, and the patients he has handled can be eliminated by his medicine.

What's more, can something go wrong with this most basic method of looking, hearing, asking, and cutting?

However, today, there is indeed a yellow-haired girl who is questioning his medical skills, how can this not make him angry?

"Isn't this girl doubting her old skills?

The old man has been practicing medicine in this Jishan Hall for many years, and he has already declared that he has a brain disease!

This boy has a ruddy face and bright eyes, how can he say that he is sick? Aren't you entertaining old age?"

The old man was really a little angry, from the very beginning he vaguely felt that the woman was unobtrusive, and he even thought that it was her who was sick in the brain?

"How is it possible! My little junior brother looked like he had a physical problem yesterday, so you are afraid that the cause of the disease has not been found, right?"

Jing'er didn't have any awareness.

The old man's beard shook angrily after listening to the girl's words, and he slapped the table angrily:

"I'm angry, I'm angry!"

The mouth did not forget to tremble and mutter:

"Its women are the only villains who are difficult to raise," Yunyun ......

Just when the scene was inextricable and the crowd was about to riot, a majestic voice came from the hall of Jishan Hall:

"What's going on?"

Immediately, I saw the curtain of the hall open, and a middle-aged man with a heroic and majestic appearance walked out.

"Sir!"

I saw that the old man, who was still glaring at him with an angry beard just now, immediately saluted him respectfully after seeing this middle-aged man.

"What's going on?"

The middle-aged man waved his hand and motioned for the old man to explain.

After receiving the order, the old man began to complain bitterly, and he added fuel and vinegar to tell Jing'er's vexatious behavior, in which he repeatedly insisted that he had never made a mistake.

"The girl thinks that your junior brother must be suffering from a hidden disease, but I, Jishantang, have no ability to find out the cause for him, right?"

Just when Jing'er was annoyed by the old man's shamelessness, the middle-aged man turned his head and asked in a calm voice.

"Yes, yes!"

Somehow, when Jing'er glanced at the middle-aged man, she immediately felt terrified, as if she had a feeling of being seen through.

Hearing the middle-aged man's inquiry, Jing'er could only nod obediently in agreement.

"Reach out!"

This time, it was a middle-aged man sitting opposite Wu Heng, and judging by his appearance, he was going to diagnose it in person.

Wu Heng had an illusion, as if the person sitting opposite him was not a person, but a mountain!

He hesitated for a moment, and after seeing that the middle-aged man did not make any changes, he slowly stretched out his hand.

And at the moment when Wu Heng stretched out his hand, the middle-aged man who had been closing his eyes seemed to have realized it a long time ago, and quickly stretched out his hand and accurately put it on Wu Heng's pulse!

When the middle-aged man's hand was on Wu Heng's hand, Wu Heng seemed to feel that a powerful consciousness was spying on his sea of knowledge!

I don't know if it's my own illusion, that feeling is fleeting, and Wu Heng quietly disappeared before he could pay attention to it......

After a while, the middle-aged man withdrew his hand, slowly opened his eyes, and said in a flat tone:

"This girl is not wrong, your little junior brother does suffer from brain disease!"

Jing'er and Wu Heng were both stunned at the same time......

In fact, after listening to the old man's story just now, Jing'er faintly believed his words.

But at this time, after listening to the middle-aged man's words, she was a little surprised, could it really be as he said that there was really something wrong with the little junior brother's brain?

The reason why Wu Heng was stunned was because he seemed to mean something in the middle-aged man's words.

Wu Heng clearly felt that what the middle-aged man was referring to was not his body's illness, but his spirit!

Wu Heng didn't know why he was so sure, but he himself believed that this was the truth......

"So, what then?"

Jing'er stammered and asked the middle-aged man opposite Wu Heng.

"Heart disease still needs a heart medicine doctor, I can only prescribe him some drugs that are reassuring and rejuvenate, as for whether he can recover, it depends on him!"

The middle-aged man picked up a pen and wrote down a few prescriptions on the paper, and said in a flat voice.

......

Listening to the middle-aged man's words, Jing'er nodded thoughtfully, took the medicine bag handed over by the white-haired old man, ignored his strange eyes, and pulled Wu Heng away after saying thank you.

Since he prescribed medicine to Wu Heng, the middle-aged man did not say a word, but what no one noticed was that until Jing'er and the two left, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly burst with a gleam......

......

"Little junior brother, tell me honestly, are you still thinking about that woman in your heart? What happened to you and her in Qingniu Village?"

On the street of Cloud City, Jing'er, who had been walking in front, suddenly turned around and questioned Wu Heng angrily.

"Senior sister, you, what are you talking about......"

Suddenly asked this question on the street, Wu Heng would inevitably be a little embarrassed, so he answered a little hesitantly.

"You know what I'm talking about! Little brother, I really don't understand what kind of ecstasy soup that woman poured on you, you want to be so obsessed with her? What have you become of now?"

Jing'er retorted loudly regardless of it.

The number of people watching around gradually increased, and they kept pointing at Wu Heng and the others.

Everyone also discussed and speculated whether it was the young man who had another good relationship outside with this beautiful woman on his back, which would make this beautiful woman angry on the street.

Looking at Jing'er's expression of hatred that iron is not made of steel, Wu Heng opened his mouth but said nothing......

......

It wasn't until nearly noon, after the people in front of the Jishan Hall gradually dispersed, that the middle-aged man walked slowly towards the inner hall.

As soon as he entered the inner hall, the middle-aged man sat down on a rattan chair and pondered, and he smiled inexplicably as he tapped the back of the chair.

"Why is Daddy so happy?"

Just as the middle-aged man was pondering, a graceful girl walked up to the middle-aged man and sat down, and asked with a shallow smile.

I saw that the girl was wearing a pale green dress, with long bangs covering her forehead, and her moving face was faintly visible under the veil.

"Oh...... It turned out to be Yue'er, have the plans been arranged?"

The middle-aged man glanced at the girl and said with a loving smile.

"Daddy hasn't told Yue'er yet, why are you so happy?"

The girl asked with a playful smile.

"Isn't Yue'er also interested in that young man?"

The middle-aged man turned his head and asked with ulterior motives.

"Is the reason why Daddy is happy because of that Ten Thousand Swords Sect disciple just now?"

The girl covered her mouth and smiled, not avoiding the eyes of the middle-aged man.

"Huh...... Yes, Daddy felt that the boy was very special, and he had achieved extraordinary things at a young age, and he must have come to the end of the pool!"

The middle-aged man touched his chin and said thoughtfully.

"Is Daddy so happy about this?"

The girl's eyes rolled, but she continued to ask reluctantly.

"I really can't hide anything from Yue'er's eyes, and my father is thinking about how good it would be if that young man could be used by us?"

The middle-aged man smiled knowingly and sighed slightly.

"Daddy is probably about to miscalculate, after this trip to the Blood Demon Sect, I'm afraid someone will take a step ahead of us. ”

The girl's words seemed to mean something.

"That's why my father appointed you to go with them secretly, this time to monitor the movements of the major sects, and the other to take the opportunity to clear the obstacles for our future, that young man is born extraordinary, Yue'er also has to do his best for his father!"

From the words of this middle-aged man, it was not difficult to guess that he seemed to see that Wu Heng was unusual.

"Subordinates obey the orders of the sect master!"

The girl shook her head and smiled mischievously.

"Hmm...... Speaking of which, Yue'er has also been in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect for a while, have you ever known anything about that young man?"

The middle-aged man touched his chin and raised his eyebrows to ask the girl on the side.

Recalling the short time she had in contact with the young man, the girl named Yue'er couldn't help but playfully hook the corners of her mouth, revealing a beautiful arc.

The face under the veil seems to bloom with dazzling brilliance......

I only heard her murmur in a low voice:

"He's a funny guy!"

The tone of the girl's voice and the demeanor of this performance turned out to be very similar to the clever maid in the Welcome Pavilion of Kongming Peak!

......

Wu Heng followed Jing'er from a distance, and returned to Yaxiangzhai listlessly.

Since Jing'er scolded Wu Heng on the street, she ignored him angrily, and just puffed out her cheeks angrily and moved forward in a muffled voice.

There are a few hapless hooligan ruffians in the middle, who have become her punching bag. It was also the first time for Wu Heng to see this senior sister who had always been "caring" to herself, and she also had such a violent side.

Out of the instinct of being afraid of being beaten and the guilt in his heart, Wu Heng never stepped forward to defend Jing'er, but followed her silently.

......

Just when Wu Heng was thinking about his thoughts and returned to Yaxiangzhai, when he passed through an arch, he collided with the woman who turned from the corridor on the other side of the arch......

"Ahh......h

Wu Heng found that he had actually hit a weak and boneless delicate body, and his chest was also slammed against two soft things, the feeling was very strange and wonderful......

"Senior sister, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Wu Heng kept his head down, he still thought that the person he hit was Jing'er.

"Who is your senior sister! blind your dog eyes, this is our Jade Spinning Fairy!"

It was another woman's voice that was different from Fang Cai's exclamation.

Wu Heng looked up blankly, but found that he didn't know when he was in front of him, but there were four or five women in white standing in the same color.

A woman on the right crossed her waist and looked at herself with a puff of anger, she must have been the one who scolded her for being blind just now.

And when Wu Heng looked at the woman in front of him, he couldn't help but be stunned......

The reason why Wu Heng was stunned was not that the woman's Bing Qingyu was beautiful and captivating.

The reason why Wu Heng was stunned on the spot was because Wu Heng felt a familiar breath from this woman's body!

This breath came from nowhere, but it seemed familiar......

It seems to be in the distant past, and it seems to be in a hazy dream, especially the bright lotus flower on this woman's forehead, which is particularly fresh in Wu Heng's memory......

(Ask for flowers, ask for collections)