Chapter 5: The Flames Are Gloomy

Dewey's eyes drooped, and his whole person seemed to have suddenly aged countless years. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Occasionally, the eyes that had been bright and bright disappeared as if covered with a layer of black mist, and were replaced by a deep gloom.

It was as bad as he was at the moment.

The 'Spirit Grass Hall' was taken over when he was twenty years old, and the vigor and fighting spirit at that time were vaguely visible. Now, after decades, not only has there been no progress in medical skills, but even the ancestral industry will not be able to be maintained!

Dewey took a deep breath, but his eyes gradually became firm, no matter what, he had to keep the 'Spirit Grass Hall'.

"Rebel son!Net to add blockage to Lao Tzu!!"

When he saw Du Qing who was holding his fingers helplessly on the side, he was angry, not angry with Du Qing to be exact, but transferred all the grievances just now to Du Qing.

Du Qing said that he was very aggrieved, but he still chose to bear Dewey's chattering anger, and the two cooperated tacitly like old friends who had not seen each other for many years.

Some words are really uncomfortable in my heart, it is better to let him be angry like this, and after that, maybe my heart will become more or less comfortable. Du Qing thought.

"Even if I don't say anything, according to your temperament, will you give up the Spirit Grass Hall to others?" After Dewey's emotions calmed down, Du Qing asked, "If you don't give it up, will the person surnamed Song give up?"

Dewey dared to pat his chest and promise that even if Du Qing didn't say anything, he would almost 100% tear his face with the Song family, it was just a matter of time.

Because the Spirit Grass Hall has always been the bottom line he adheres to, if he has to find something more important than the 'Spirit Grass Hall', then I'm afraid only the wives and children on both sides can compare with it.

Thinking of his wife, who had always been weak just now, but stood beside him unprecedentedly and unswervingly, suddenly, deep in his heart, he seemed to be no longer so afraid of the upcoming anger of the Song family.

Even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of me, I, Dewey, am not alone, since your Song family will not give up until the goal is achieved, then where do I Dewey want to endure it?

He looked at Du Qing, his eyes leaked with doting, and when he subconsciously touched Du Qing's slightly upturned long hair, he felt that something was wrong, and muttered in his mouth: "It seems that he has grown taller...... Grown up too?"

Du Qing was stunned, how long has it been since he has been touched like this by his father?

The last time I touched it like this was more than ten years ago, and now when I was touched in the same way, Du Qing actually felt uncomfortable, and sure enough, people will grow.

Dewey also felt uncomfortable, Du Qing's existence was already unconsciously beyond his control, he was like a fledgling about to open its wings and its heart to the sky. Time no longer allows him to imagine him as a child, and he can probably only recall his appearance when he was young when he is reminiscing about the past in his leisure time.

......

Du Qing smiled brightly, as if he suddenly thought of something and hurriedly ran away.

He's going to boil medicine for Grandpa Gülen!

Being stirred up by Wu Yushu like this, the sun was already tilting to the northwest, and it was about to arrive at noon. It takes a long time to boil that pot of healing medicine, and it will take half a day, and if it doesn't start at noon, I'm afraid it will have to be finished in the middle of the night.

I quickly came to the pharmacy and grabbed a few pairs of medicines, and then came to the medicine furnace alone and began to practice.

Filling water and putting medicine into the medicine is quite cumbersome.

But Du Qing is methodical, and his movements are quite familiar with an old driver!

What followed was the long process of waiting for 'boiling', the fire burned unhurriedly, and when the firelight was projected onto Du Qing's pupils, his eyes were colorful.

His expression was unprecedentedly focused, and he always controlled the heat of the boiling medicine, not too big or too small.

And so time passed.

About three hours later, when the sun was thin, as soon as Du Qing opened the medicine furnace, he smelled a strong medicinal fragrance permeating.

"It's finally done!" he said, rejoicing

Hurriedly poured the decoction into the container that had been prepared a long time ago, and after doing all this, Du Qing lay down on the bed as if he had been amnesty.

sat there motionless all day to boil medicine, and only Du Qing himself could understand the hardships. Now he just wants to sleep beautifully, but as soon as he closes his eyes, his mind is like a movie looking back on the past.

From the original genius of physical arts, until he was recognized as a waste vein to cut off the immortal relationship, and then regained the path of the pharmacist left by his ancestors, he felt that everything in a trance was like it happened yesterday.

"Alas......"

He sighed heavily, suddenly rolled over, and remembered what his father said:

The warrior is still too far away from you...... It's better to inherit the ancestral business and be a pharmacist, and then marry a mother-in-law and have a child, so as to inherit the family for our Du family......

This seems to be a fate that God has arranged for itself a long time ago.

But...... I'm so unwilling......

Pharmacist or something is obviously the most hated thing in my life, but I have to be a pharmacist. Although there is a lot of contradiction in my heart, everything seems to make sense......

Forget it, since the talent is mediocre, let's sink down.

Since there is no ability to change, it is better to stop and enjoy life, don't people nowadays survive in this way of survival?

Actually, it's good to be an ordinary person......

Unconsciously sleepiness hit, Du Qing felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and a smile appeared on his face, which was a very quiet smile.

......

It's rare to have a night as hot as today in the wax winter, and even the air is filled with a choking smell that almost burns people away.

The quiet smile on Du Qing's face gradually disappeared, and he began to cough violently: "Ahem......

"It's hot...... It's so uncomfortable......"

Du Qing opened his eyes, and the first thing that caught his eye was the monstrous sea of fire!

The flames swirled in all directions like snakes, the air was hot and dull, and the space resounded with a crackling burning sound, which was the sound of the roof made of purple beams being baked and collapsing by the flames.

Du Qing seemed to be sitting alone in a sea of flames, no, it can't be said to be an ocean, this is completely a hell of fire refining!

The terrifying heat made Du Qing's cheeks hot, and even his clothes were wrinkled in the baking.

Just for a moment, the beam of the roof smashed down and fell within five meters of Du Qing.

When had Du Qing ever seen this kind of battle, the moment he saw the collapse of the beams, he was so frightened that his face was bloodless, and he completely collapsed to the ground.

But the fire was unforgiving, and another beam with a raging fire smashed down on Du Qing's head.

Everything was caught off guard, and the lightning and fire occurred.

Du Qing held his head in his hands in fright, but he knew very well in his heart that it was over! Such protective measures were not enough to ensure his safety, and he almost thought of the fate he was about to face6

But the pain that should have come has not come for a long time, and Du Qing subconsciously raised his face.

He saw a man covered in water in front of him, the man's fat body trembling faintly because of the pain, and his left arm was even more scorched.

Apparently it was caused by resisting the falling beam.

"Let's go!"

Dewey grinned, but only squeezed the two words out between his teeth with difficulty.

Du Qing was stunned and rushed towards the door, but at the moment when he was about to cross the threshold, he stopped, and actually rushed to the back room to take Grandpa Gülen's decoction in his arms and brought it out together.

......

Dewey was silent, since he rescued his wife and children from the fire, he had been standing there indifferently like this, allowing his eyes to gradually fill with tears.

Although his wife and children were still around, the 'Spirit Grass Hall' that had been passed down from generation to generation had disappeared, and the secret medical skills that had been passed down from generation to generation were buried in the fire because of the fire. What kind of face does he have to face the ancestors of the Du family again?

“......”

For a long time, Dewey, who had never cried in his memory, shed tears for the first time, and although he covered it up well, he was still seen by Du Qingzhen.

When a person's lifeline and dreams are forcibly shattered by others, probably everyone will understand Dewey's mood at this moment.

It was a deep regret, shame and despair.

"The Song family?"

Du Qing's lower lip was almost about to bite and bleed, and the intense anger caused the muscles and muscles of his whole body to fall into a state of excitement and trembling.

But......

Compared with the entire Song family, the Du family is so weak!

"So...... What's the difference?" asked Du Qing.

"Because we're not strong enough!" Dewey smiled self-deprecatingly.

"After all, this is the world of martial artists, so I won't stop you from practicing martial arts before...... Because I'm sure there will be a miracle!"

"Our Du family has never given birth to a martial artist! Maybe it's a bloodline problem, the physical aspect is obviously much stronger than ordinary people, but it can't complete the spiritual vein awakening!"

"That's probably our fate, that's why we gave up martial arts and became doctors. I thought there would be a miracle in you, after all, the concentration of blood in your body is rare in the world......"

"But...... Still failed!"

Dewey turned his face, leaving only a Xiao Suo's back in Du Qing's eyes: "Let's go, leave like a lost dog......

Chapter 5 to be continued......