Guo Xiang passed through several doors, and finally met a few monks who were hurrying to the front temple, and shouted to stop them. Those monks were also surprised, they didn't expect a little sister to appear here, and they all stopped.

"Master, who are you?" Guo Xiang saw that among the three monks, there was an obviously older monk in his thirties, and he thought that it should be an elder in the Shaolin Temple, but he still wanted to ask the identity first. The Mongols in the daytime were still in the council chamber, and she was afraid that if a Mongol pretended to be a monk.

Before the old monk could speak, the little monk on the side looked angry and asked, "Who are you? "It's already strange for this little sister to appear here, but when we meet, I directly ask for my uncle's name, which is so rude.

The old monk was the chief Zhijin of the Medicine Academy, and although he didn't know the specific situation of the loud noise he remembered in the temple just now, he knew that it was very similar to the disappearance caused by the duel of martial arts masters.

He was treating the martial arts wounded during the day in the Pharmacist Hospital, and he was almost frightened by this loud noise. Fortunately, his hands are steady, otherwise saving people will become hurting. As a result, the disciples hurriedly ran in and said that the people of the former temple were injured by the strange wind, and hurriedly ran out with the two disciples and were about to go to the former temple to have a look.

Zhijin raised his hand to stop the rushing physical martial arts next to him, and said, "Little girl, I am the chief Zhijin of the Shaolin Temple Pharmacist Academy. He could clearly see that the girl in front of him had light lips and sweaty faces, which obviously looked like she was overexerting.

Guo Xiang has heard this name, although the Shaolin Temple has not entered the martial arts dispute for ten years, but the Pharmacist Institute is a third-class medical institution in the Great Song Dynasty, and the relevant rumors of Zhijin hanging pot to help the world can still be heard in the news of the rivers and lakes. After all, she has just left the village, where can she distinguish between a real and a fake Shaolin monk. Having heard this name is enough for her to tell the truth about what she has seen and heard with peace of mind.

Guo Xiang spoke very quickly, and the three of them all listened to it, and their eyes widened. "Tiwu, you hurry up and go to inform your master, just say that the person is here. ”

Hearing the three words of that person, Tiwu and the other monk on the side looked at Zhijin with their mouths wide open, and Guo Xiang watched the expressions of the two monks change dramatically, and his heart beat a drum. Who was that person? These two people were so scared when they heard this.

"Hurry up!" Zhijin slapped Tiwu on the face, Tiwu was stunned, and then gritted his teeth, where do you care about martial arts, and rushed across the river with one move and one reed. Zhijin turned his head to look at Tiwen and said, "You go and inform me, don't let anyone approach the council hall." ”

Na Tiwen just turned around, turned around and asked, "Senior Uncle, don't you want to ask someone to help Senior Brother?" Zhijin's anger rose, and just as he wanted to raise his hand, he had already scolded first: "Bastard, I can't beat your senior brother, are you making trouble for your senior brother?"

Tiwen knew how stupid the question he had just asked, and raising his hand was a slap in the face. It is also a move to cross the river with a reed, and fly away under your feet.

At this time, it was Guo Xiang's turn to open her mouth wide, the conversation between the few monks in front of her just now was too strange, which made her a little puzzled. However, she really knew in her heart how lucky she was to be standing here now. The person who can make the Shaolin warrior monk so scared is definitely a master among the masters.

It's just that Guo Xiang didn't practice martial arts for a short time after leaving the village, and the physical and martial arts that ran out just now were just a trick to kill her. In this troubled world, ordinary people's lives are as light as a feather, and they are at the mercy of others. What's more, Guo Xiang, a weak girl, is even more so.

But even if it is as light as a feather, a feather has the weight of a feather. When this feather falls on the ridiculously asymmetrical scales of history, the impact of a feather can be as heavy as Mount Tai.

......

"Master, where are you going?" asked Guo Xiang as he followed Zhijin. Zhijin turned around and said, "I went to the front temple to see the situation, I heard that many people were injured, and I want to go to heal." When Guo Xiang heard this, her pace quickened, and she felt that Zhijin had walked far away in an instant.

"But, what about the injured hero in the hall?"

"Oh?" Zhijin stopped, and Guo Xiang caught up with his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Zhijin looked at the girl in front of him carefully, and he was also surprised. This little girl doesn't know martial arts, but listening to what she said, she was able to rescue the injured martial arts person from the council hall just now, which is not a small courage. And at this time, he is still paying attention to those martial arts wounded, if he says to treat those wounded, I am afraid that he will follow him.

Just came out of that Shura, and can save people in Shura, and seems to be not afraid to step into Shura again. This girl is amazing. Why don't you take her in as a disciple?Zhijin shook his head, dispelling his unrealistic thoughts. How long has it been since the Shaolin Temple accepted apprentices, except for those two boys. Besides, if you can really accept apprentices, why can't you accept women.

But thinking of the absurd scene of the Shaolin Temple in the past ten years, it seems that it is not impossible. Zhijin thought and nodded.

Guo Xiang didn't know what Zhijin was thinking, but he wondered why the monk shook his head first and then nodded. "Master Zhijin......" Guo Xiang just wanted to say the law, but Zhijin came back to his senses and explained with his palms together.

"Although the martial arts heroes are seriously injured, the injuries of the people in the former temple cannot be ignored. Is the life of a martial arts person worth more? That person is the calamity of this temple, and it has nothing to do with those people, but the people are injured by this calamity, so naturally they must save them first. ”

Guo Xiang tilted his head and asked, "Aren't they also injured by this calamity, who is the head of Yue? What does it matter to them about your Shaolin calamity? They saved you Shaolin during the day, and it would be ungrateful if you didn't save them now." ”

How could Zhijin have thought that Guo Xiang would actually ask himself, and this question really turned himself down. Zhiyuan remembered slapping his thigh and asked angrily, "What do you say?"

Guo Xiang put his left hand on his waist and wiped his lips with his right hand. She exerted too much effort just now, and she had to walk quickly just now to keep up with Zhijin's footsteps. "I think I should first call someone to take the people who were rescued from the hall out for healing, and then at the same time call people to save the people in front of me. There shouldn't be only a master in the Medicine Academy, right?"

Zhijin patted his head, he was frightened by the appearance of that person just now, although it seemed that he commanded the physique, culture, and martial arts to do what he had to do, but he was confused. Zhijin couldn't care about the old and young at this time, bowed his head and bowed deeply to Guo Xiang, and said, "Thank you for the reminder, I was stupid." ”

Guo Xiang was not polite, and replied: "Confucius said well, if you are a threesome, you must have my teacher." Master, don't worry too much about it. ”

Zhijin, who got up at this time, laughed, and it was a real laugh. It stands to reason that at this point in time, he will never laugh. But the conversation between him and Guo Xiang seemed to be blindly settled down, which calmed down his originally messy mind.

I already thought that Guo Xiang was very magical, but looking at Guo Xiang at this time, Zhijin no longer knew what adjectives to use to make a final statement to Guo Xiang. By the way, she had just healed herself like a settler.

Medicine! Yes, it is medicine. The girl in front of her is a medicine. Healing and kindness.

"What's your name?" asked Tomokin.

"My name is Guo Xiang, and I have a dark fragrance on my sleeves. Guo Xiang smiled, just as Zhijin thought, that smile shone with kindness and healing.

"Ah, it turned out to be a girl named Xiang, and the title was wrong. Zhijin smiled helplessly, he has the habit of writing a diary, because writing and medicine are figured out, both by hand. He had just chosen a title for his diary for today, but he thought that the premise was that he could live today.

"Huh?" Guo Xiang naturally didn't understand what Zhijin was talking about, and his face was at a loss.

"Dare to ask Guo Xiang's benefactor how old he is this year?" Zhi Jinheli asked, his expression at this time was like a junior apprentice asking the master.

Guo Xiang didn't expect Zhijin to have so many questions, and he was already a little upset. Thinking about the mess in the temple, why is this monk talking so much nonsense. As everyone knows, Zhijin has a word count requirement for his diary, and it is not that he himself has a word count requirement. It's just that he, like his senior brother, cooperates with the bookseller under the mountain, and will produce some books related to medical skills, how can he meet the number of words required by the bookseller without pouring water.

"It's rude to ask a girl's age, I don't understand. Guo Xiang looked irritable, and Zhijin naturally nodded again and again.

"Twenty-eight. Guo Xiang was unwilling, and still reported his age very honestly.

Tomojin touched his chin as if he was thinking about something. "No, it's like thirty-eight to hear you speak. ”

"This stinky monk, so rude!" Guo Xiang almost kicked Zhijin's buttocks, but when he thought that Old Man Du once said that there were strange people in the rivers and lakes who took pleasure in pain, he stopped. In case this monk is a strange person, it is not cheaper for him.

Zhijin smiled at this time and took out a black pill from his arms. Guo Xiang's body trembled, with indescribable disgust, and asked, "Mai Liwei?"

Zhijin turned into a wry smile, Mai Liwei sold too hot, and now as long as he takes out the pill, no one thinks it is a snack as medicine. "It's just a calming pill. "This is really not Zhijin lying, although Guo Xiang can't see it at this time, in fact, she has always had a slightly blue face, and it looks like she has encountered something big and has a panicked face.

Also, Guo Xiang is just an ordinary sixteen-year-old girl, and what she saw and encountered tonight was too exciting for her age. faced the choice of life and death, and tried her best to save people in danger, although she didn't notice it at this time, but her heart was actually beating wildly, and Zhijin, as a doctor, has been watching it.

Guo Xiang is not afraid, Zhijin is sure that his identity is not fake, and he can still deceive himself, and after swallowing the pill, his mind is much calmer. Just as he wanted to say thanks, Zhijin took out a bamboo tube from his arms and handed it over. "Scalper, I gave this potion the name. It is extracted and quenched from the bezoar. Drinking can relieve fatigue and restore strength. ”

Guo Xiang was already thirsty, so he took it and pulled out the stopper and drank it. After drinking, I wiped my mouth and burped. Zhijin was shocked by Guo Xiang's bold drinking method, but he didn't expect that the girl who was cured by this medicine would look so ugly.

"The taste is not bad, give Shanfeng a taste another day, this can restore the strength is not bad, let Shanfeng eat the recipe, and it will always be good after imitation." Guo Xiang licked her lips cutely and said, still reminiscing.

"Oh, the mountain has this ability, but this time I took the name first, remember to change the name when the mountain is imitated, what kind of fighting horse or something. Zhijin nodded, thinking, and suddenly opened his eyes wide to meet Guo Xiang, who was also wide-eyed.

The two men shouted in unison.

"You know the mountain too?"