After walking out of the illusory square, the two followed Zhang Zixiang along the bluestone path, walked a distance of hundreds of meters, and a valley full of flowers appeared in front of them. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Under their feet is no longer a bluestone pavement, but instead of a grassy field, red flowers and green grass, intertwined, where have the two seen such a beautiful paradise, cheering and delighting.

Feet on the soft grass, nose smells the quiet fragrance of flowers, look around, but see surrounded by high mountains, the sun shines from the top of the mountain, colorful light, clouds and mist mountain light, it seems to be real and illusory, like Penglai fairy mountain.

Zhang Zixiang saw that the two of them were fascinated, smiled slightly, and said: "This is the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, let's go see the master in the valley." ”

The two of them hummed, for fear of stepping on the flowers and plants in the valley, so they moved slowly and followed Zhang Zixiang to the depths of the valley.

But seeing the murmuring water, beside a clear stream, there are seven or eight thatched huts, the front and back are flower beds, planted with all kinds of flowers and plants, purple and red, and the bees and butterflies are dancing among the flowers.

In front of the thatched house, there is a huge pine tree, which grows extremely strangely, with a canopy like a banyan tree, opening into an umbrella shape, covering a radius of nearly 30 meters. The height is less than three meters, and occasionally the mountain wind blows, making a burst of pine waves.

Under the huge pine cover, there are two people sitting cross-legged on a rock to play, on the left is a middle-aged Taoist priest with clear bones, and on the right is an elder with crane hair and childish face.

They each hold a black bowl in their hands, which contains a lot of iron chess pieces, and when they fall, they knock on the rock and make a tinkling sound, which corresponds to the pine wind and is very pleasant to the ear.

Zhang Zixiang led the two teenagers to the pine tree, and laughed loudly: "Two Taoist friends, you have been playing this chess game for almost 30 years, and there is no result?"

The old man turned his head and said with a smile: "The way of chess art is like cultivating the Tao of health, there is no need to win or lose, it only lies in the 'quality', our game of chess, there will be no results in another hundred years." ”

When Yu Wenchen heard this, he glanced at it, but saw that the chess pieces in the hands of the two were all black seeds, and there were no white pieces, he knew a little bit about Go, and knew that these two people played the understanding of 'Dao', not the level of chess skills.

Xiao Wenfeng didn't understand the artistic conception of this at all, glanced at the chessboard, grinned and said: "Both of them are sunspots, of course there will be no victory." ”

Yuwen Chenyi glanced at him and said softly: "Don't talk nonsense, the two masters are not playing chess, but chess." ”

When the middle-aged Taoist priest and the old man heard this, a trace of appreciation flashed on their faces, they turned their heads together, looked him up and down, and asked Zhang Zixiang in unison: "Presumably this little friend is the master of Tai'a?"

Zhang Zixiang nodded, and said with a smile: "The eyes of the two Taoist friends are like torches, why do you want to ask me, how is it, the master of Tai Ah Xuan is not bad." ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest chuckled, stood up, walked to Yuwen Chenyi, and said warmly: "Xiaoyou, what is your surname, and where do you live?"

Yuwen Chenyi replied loudly: "The younger generation is surnamed Yuwen, named Chenyi, born in the Yuwen tribe of the Xianbei tribe in the north, and is a descendant of the Yandi Shennong clan. ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest nodded and said to the old man, "Old Doctor Sun, what do you think of this son?"

The old man squinted his eyes slightly, glanced at Yuwen Chenyi, stroked his white beard, and said with satisfaction: "The style is wonderful, the roots and bones are wonderful, if it is well carved, it must be a piece of beautiful jade." ”

Yuwen Chenyi heard the old man praise himself so much, and couldn't help but look at the old man twice, but saw that the old man's face was like a crown of jade, his eyes were bright and quiet, and his kind eyes were full of immortal energy.

Thinking to himself, how could there be such a refreshed old man in this world, remembering that the middle-aged Taoist priest called him Sun Divine Doctor, his head suddenly became clear, and he asked, "Could the old gentleman be the Divine Doctor Sun Simiao?"

The old man nodded and replied, "The old man is none other than Sun Simiao. ”

When Yu Wenchen heard this, his heart was solemn and respectful, Sun Simiao is the most prestigious doctor in the Tang Dynasty, not only with excellent medical skills, but also with noble medical ethics, once said: "Human life is the most important, there is a precious daughter."

Everything is based on treating the sick and saving people, caring about the people's illness and suffering, thinking about the patients everywhere, and treating all those who come to seek medical treatment, regardless of whether they are high or low, rich or poor, old and young, close and distant, and treat each other equally.

For such a celebrity, he is extremely respectful, and he bowed respectfully to Sun Simiao, and said loudly: "The kid is fortunate to be able to meet Doctor Sun." ”

Sun Simiao was a little puzzled and asked, "You and I have never known each other in life, why do you respect me so much?"

Yuwen Chenyi arched his hand and said: "Doctor Sun's medical skills and medical ethics are famous all over the world, no one in the Tang Dynasty knows, no one knows, and the younger generations have admired the name of the old doctor for a long time." ”

Sun Simiao got up and saluted back: "The doctor is benevolent, the old man is just doing his duty, there is nothing to praise." ”

After finishing speaking, his eyes stopped on Yuwen Chenyi's face, sighed, and asked, "How can there be a cold aura in your body?"

Before Yuwen Chenyi could answer, Zhang Zixiang had already opened his mouth and smiled: "A divine doctor is a divine doctor, Sun Daoyou is really like a torch, and you can see at a glance that there is yin qi in his body." ”

Immediately told Yuwen Chenyi about practicing the strange art of the Ghost Valley, Sun Simiao heard this, his face showed a look of disbelief, he looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest with two eyes, and said: "Tiangang, you invited me to play chess, for this matter?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest nodded, and said with a somewhat solemn face: "This matter, apart from you, the Holy Hand Divine Doctor, who can come up with a way to crack it." ”

Sun Simiao said: "I said that you, the number one physiognomist in the world, how can you have time to ask me to play chess, it turns out that the date has been calculated early, and it is specially for the old decay to make problems." ”

Yuwen Chenyi heard the conversation between the two, three words suddenly popped out of his mind, and he shouted: "Yuan Tiangang! It turns out that you are the famous Yuan Tiangang!"

Yuan Tiangang nodded and said, "Yes, it's the poor way, come, stretch out your hand and let Doctor Sun take your pulse." ”

Yuwen Chen Yi stretched out his left hand according to his words, Sun Simiao grabbed his wrist and tried his pulse, and sure enough, it beat very strangely, and then concentrated on the pulse, and immediately felt a yin qi running retrograde in his meridians.

Shocked, he said: "Sure enough, the meridians are retrograde, and the yin and yang are reversed, but now the cultivation is shallow, and the yin qi is not heavy." As he spoke, he glanced at Yuwen Chenyi meaningfully and said, "Can you lend your heart method to the old decay?"

Yuwen Chenyi snorted, took out the scroll that recorded the mental method from the bag, and handed it to Sun Simiao with both hands.